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dark feedism

what does dark feedism mean to me? well, for starters, it means subtle changes. in the beginning, it's just the butter i add to the meals i cook and the doubled or tripled servings of heavy cream in the innocent smoothie i made for you. after you start to gain a little weight, maybe 20 pounds or so, I can afford to be a little more direct...

that means shoving food down your throat even if youre stuffed. i told you about a week ago what our safe word was. in the beginning, you're full but you need to keep going, so you just moan and whine but you let out a good belch every now and then like a good cow. then, it starts to hurt, so you'll say something like "okay hold on, im actually so full" and maybe ill pause for a second before shoving the next slice of pizza or crumbling cake in your face. then, you'll start to feel a stabbing, cramping pain in that prized gut of yours, and you'll start to beg, "i'm sorry, i forgot the safe word just please, give me a second to breathe..." i'll heed your words, but the next belch i hear or whine from a stuffed stupor will require that i meet you with another spoonful or small bite, at least until you're finished, after all, you know we don't waste food in this house.

After a couple more weeks of this every night, i'll start to get even more obvious, but not quite as much as i plan to. I'll stock the fridge with heavy cream and butter, prepare 3 milkshakes at the start of the day everyday with at least 1.5k calories each, and I'll make sure you know we have at least 3 family size bags of all of your favorite snacks. I'll start to leave them in your room, along with the TV, the gaming console, and I'll likely bring all of your cooked meals to you as well, so you know that there's really no reason to make more than the 5 step trek to the bathroom.

I'll let you get fatter and fatter, heavier and heavier, until you barely recognize yourself. What used to be just a chubby belly or a little bigger than average paunch is now a pronounced and taut gut. People start to ask you who's the father, and how many months you're along, with an enthusiastic expression on their face that will drop the moment you tell them you're not pregnant. It will make for an awkward atmosphere, but you'll remember that look of subtle shock and slight disgust for when you're in your pleasure cave back at home.

Once you've become accustomed to the carefree, happy and sedentary lifestyle I've curated for you, I'll start to do the things that please the darkest corners of my heart. I'll buy a human sized water feeder, and have it filled with a gallon of heavy cream, and install it in your wall, ideally close to the top of your bed, so you can feed and fatten as soon as you wake up or go to bed. I'll have a trough of all your favorite cereals and snacks at the side of your bed, a little raised so all you need to do is reach that non-existent neck and double (almost triple) chin over to get your fill. I'll mandate 3 hours of stuffing videos online on that TV you love so much, and you'll go from tuning it out, to occasionally having a listen, to being fully engaged with the girls on that big screen, shoving food in your mouth as soon as they do, both of you moaning and belching at the same time like two pigs in a pod. If I decide to go even further, I might schedule doordash every day three times a day, on top of the meals I'm cooking for you. I might even leave the door open, and say in the notes to come inside and drop the food off in your room for a huge tip, since the horror on the delivery workers face when they see you will fuel your twisted and shameful fantasies for at least the next couple days. That is, if you can even reach over to pleasure yourself anymore with a 60 inch lardsack and enough stretch marks to draw out the constellations with...

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Poor, sweet "little" thing. You really never stood a chance, did you?🦋

Where did you think this will take you? Consuming feedist porn on a daily basis while overindulging on anything your greedy self desires.✨

Just look at you now, dreaming about being dressed up in cowprint, eating junk food while on all fours, with your belly hanging down, nearly touching the floor.✨

Eagerly waiting to be played with…✨

Who would’ve thought that you’ll break so easily, that behind this innocent face of yours, all you want is to be owned, fattened up and cared for, like a docile cow.✨

I know, I know. “Moo” to you too, silly.🐮

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pump and rub, eat and eat, cansomu consume consume

I want you to consume, You want to consume, This system wants you to consume.

Jerk your life away while you eat the most procest and addictive junk, slowly frying your brain with so many colors and sounds and tastes, you're literally getting dumber every day, just a fertile animal pleasuring yourself itself second after second

don't come crying to me when you can't lose your weigh, stop eating junk food, masturbating whether you're just a little bored, you'll just make me horny

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im a big girl now 😜

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loving my comparisons atm :p

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If I’m going to make you into a huge, gluttonous pig who’s only life goal is to get bigger for me, then when you ride me put all your weight down on top of me. Don’t try to lessen the load. I made you this fat because I want to feel how big you are.

It also means I can see you get out of breathe like a lazy cow. I want to hear you panting and see you sweat within the first few seconds. I want you to beg me to let you stop because your obese body can’t take anymore.

Then I could be gracious enough to let you get on all fours like the pig you are but I wouldn’t let you feel me inside you just yet. After all, I’ve got to teach you a lesson for being so lethargic.

I don’t care if you’re already stuffed, I’m going to get a cake for you to shove your face into as I begin to tease you and gently play with your throbbing clit. I want to make you beg for me whilst you shove more cake in your face and when I finally decide you deserve it, I’ll start to fuck you hard. I want to hear you scream and moan as your overfilled stomach feels like it’s going to pop. Tell me how much it hurts but that you love it. A beautiful mixture of pain and pleasure for a fat greedy hog who needs to be taught a lesson

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Little bit too chubby now 😬

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party girl

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fuck, look at you. look what you've done to yourself. so greedy for more you couldn't help it. couldn't help but get fat and soft and heavy. indulge until your clothes didn't fit, then keep eating more. decadence looks good on you. being out of control, submissive to your desires to be bigger, shoveling in whatever tasty food you can get to make yourself fatter. stuff yourself, that's it. keep eating. feel yourself. you can't stop growing even if you wanted to

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Theres just something about a fem who can't control herself around food, who's greed and gluttony overpower every other part of her, even if they say "I've had enough" or "I'm full, not hungry anymore" you can just hold a little treat in front of them and watch their eyes lock onto it, practically drooling, and then hearing that whiney little request

"Just a little more..."

"I need it..."

"...please?'

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I want you to gorge yourself this Christmas baby. Stuff your belly full of thousands upon thousands of delicious food.

So many savory Christmas dinners. You’re going to eat until your belly touches the table. Until you’re forced to unbutton your pants. That you have to waddle back to a comfy chair to digest it all.

I want you eating every single sweet treat you see. Every cookie, pie, cake going strait to your hips. Making your ass wider, softer, more jiggly.

I want you being lazy this holiday season. Off work. Sitting on your fat ass all day long watching tv, movies, playing on your phone.

All of this gorging will pile the pounds onto your frame. And good girls get fat for Christmas, don’t they.

So be a good girl and eat up for me. No, not just eat up.

GORGE.

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Gods, I just wish so desperately to be constantly, continuously, nigh-endlessly overfed, overfattened, so overblown with blubber that I am decidedly taller when lying on my back on the floor than I am standing on my own two feet, not that that would be possible at that size.

~w~

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The heavier I get the more I realize how I almost never move unless I have to anymore. Getting up is a struggle, so I avoid it more and more, not even on purpose (most the time). It's like I'm getting hypnotized by my fat and food addiction. Sitting down for a while leaves me feeling sluggish, and when I finally get up; it feels so wild and full of effort just to lift myself. Crouching down how I used to when I was thin has become nearly impossible – my tummy presses up against my thighs, and that pushes my udders up towards my face in a way that makes bending over feel like a workout. Reaching for anything on the ground just isn’t worth the effort, so I end up leaving things until later, or even asking people for help at work. Tying my shoes is a whole thing now. I prefer shoes I can slip on, or comfy stuff like UGGs, but even that's getting slightly annoying.

I’ve become lazier and I can tell I’m burning fewer calories because of it. And of course, that turns me on, which I know completely associate with food, which just feeds into this cycle. Eating more makes me move less, that laziness makes me think I'm burning less calories, which makes me eat more which makes me fatter and then I want to move less because its harder– and that’s exactly how I got here. I’m heavier, lazier, and more cow like with each day, and even simple tasks feel different now. Going out for walks for errands is a dumb idea; I’m just too out of breath and tired almost right away so I don't even try anymore. I’ve lost so much muscle that everything about me is soft now, and I adore it. I crave more of it. I wonder, like yeah I'm getting really chubby but how out of shape am I on top of that at this point.

When I first started gaining, mobility wasn’t even on my mind – I just wanted to be bigger. But now, the way my body feels when I move, the way I have to adjust and struggle, has become the most horny way to really understand what I'm doing to myself. Everyday tasks feel entirely different. Even standing to do the dishes has changed; I find myself leaning back a little to give my belly room, loading the dishwasher literally makes me out of breath after a few minutes . Putting on a bra is a whole thing now; I have to angle myself just right to get my arms aruond my sides and it feels so different. If I drop something, like my phone or a charger, I hesitate because I know bending over will leave me winded. And looking down? My tits get in the way to even see if my pants are on right, or to look in my purse. It's easier to hold it out instead of trying to look in in front of me or at my side because of my tits and arm fat

All of this, and I’m not even *that* big yet. Just imagining how my body will feel, how much heavier I’ll move, makes me want more so badly. I want to see more changes like this. Stuff I haven't even thought about yet. I wanna sit in bed and just eat for a month and then see what it's like. I'm jealous of you guys in a way- you see me every month or too and I'm just suddenly bigger. I'd love that!!? Instead I have a really gradual experience, but changes like my udders getting in the way reminds me.

Honestly I am so excited to reach a size where even the little movements are completely different and wobbling because of my weight– where getting out of bed takes real effort and every waddle feels like an accomplishment. I need to beso big that my belly completely fills my lap when I sit, my thighs spilling over the sides of chairs. Where I need my feeder to take the arms off my computer chair. Or even pull up another one. I want to feel my arms and sides press against each other, my body so soft and heavy that I can’t help but feel it constantly. All the time. I want every little task, like lifting my arms or shifting my weight, to remind me of my size. More feedback. More weight keeping me lazy. More encouragement. More photos and posting for you guys. More being told I'm a cow. I want it so fucking bad 😭

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As you sit in the dim glow cast by your screen, the world outside dims, and here, in this bubble of intimacy, you find yourself pulled in again.

Your fingers scroll, your eyes linger, and you can't stop, can you? The allure of growth, of indulgence, it's intoxicating, and I'm here to stoke that fire within you.

Touch your belly, feel the richness of your expanding own form beneath your fingertips. Let your hand glide over each curve, each fold, appreciating the opulence that is uniquely yours. Each touch sends a ripple of pleasure, a reminder of the journey you're on.

Eat, my darling, eat until the fabric of your clothes feels like a gentle hug against your expanding form. Each bite is a note in the symphony of sensation we're creating together.

Let the gluttony take over, stretch that belly, grow your body. Let the feeling of being gluttonous and lusty resonate within you, a melody of pleasure.

You can't stop, can you?

Even if you wanted to, you're here with me, in this intimate dance of self-love and indulgence.

I am grateful for your presence, for your shared journey. In return, I will continue to help feed not just your body, but your heart with passion, with words that make your heart beat quicken and your appetite grow.

So touch, eat, and revel in the beauty of your appetite.

Remember, this is our little secret, our shared pleasure 🤭

You're beautifully lost in this, and I'm right here with you, every step of the way 🪄🧚🏼‍♀️