#I LOVE feeders turning on each other and fattening each other up

[femmefeedist]

Maybe for being a feeder? You made others fat and now we're getting you fat >:)

Idk 🤷‍♂️

fair enough I'm *all* for a feeder revenge subplot

[thatguywhofedme]

Influencer to live piggy

I was browsing tumblr, looking through the same pages I followed, wishing the feeder in those stories and images was feeding ME into a food coma

I mean, I'm already gaining steadily by stuffing myself as much as I could, last time I weighed myself I was 225 lbs and that was a year ago

That's when I got the idea, why not make my own blog showing off my body, this will surely get the attention of a feeder who would like to stuff me silly

I instantly created my profile and decided to call myself deathbylard, thought this would be pretty clear as to what my blog would be about

After a couple of months, everything was going well

Everyone was loving my big belly, thickening thighs and fat juicy ass, I was now 274 lbs and was finally getting noticed, that's when he messaged me

His profile name was feedyoutodeath, little did I know it was literal

We began chatting and the more we talked, the more we discovered we had tons in common and when we decided to ask each other where we live, we surprisingly lived close by

We decided to meet at an all-you-can-eat buffet, I was waiting at a table when I heard the door open and recognized him instantly

He got to my table and told me how beautiful I looked and if I was ready to eat

I told him to fill me up while rubbing my belly

He instantly got to the buffet and came back with four plates full of the greasiest food he could find

He sat in front of me and began feeding them to me

There wasn't a lot of people, but the staff had a full view of someone getting fed mouthful after mouthful, getting messier from each bite

After I had miraculously ate everything, I was so full I couldn't get up from the chair and my big belly was in full view, bright red and hard like a bowling ball

He helped me from my chair, but not before whispering in my ear "I hope you enjoyed this little lunch of yours, because there's only going to be even more each time we see each other my little piggy"

I was so fucking turned on

We kept seeing each other at least twice a week if not more and he had me on a strict diet consisting of the most fattening and unhealthy food he could think of

After a year of this, I had BLOWN UP, I was so fat I needed a cane to walk the few hundred meters I could do without sweating and getting out of breath, my belly was going to my knees and my ass needed two chairs to support it

We decided to put me on the new scale he had bought me, it had a capacity of 750 lbs

When I got on the scale, I could hear it creak under my weight and after a moment, it beeped to signal it had finally weighed me

My feeder got under my belly and gasped, I asked him how much and he got behind me while groping my fat ass and whispered "614.57 lbs, you're officially my prized hog and only going to get bigger you massive pig"

He slapped my ass HARD, grabbed me by my hand and got me to the bedroom where I knew I was going to need another shake and a good fucking

During this time, my tumblr had exploded in popularity, I was getting so much attention from my huge body and they simply couldn't get enough of it

Some would even say that they wanted to be my feeder and would make me even bigger, but I knew they were only words and not actually fattening me up, I already found the one to do this perfectly

I told my feeder and decided it was time for him to take care of me and my blog while I relaxed and let myself go completely

I knew I was in good hand, being able to pig out while gaining as much weight as I wanted and getting fucked anywhere at anytime, what's not to love

I moved in with him and was surprised by the setup he had for me, bariatric bed with every life support machines I could need including a heart monitor, a fridge beside my bed, a 5 gallon jug high up from where my head would be and a trough !?!

I knew I was a pig, but that was a whole new level and I was simply loving it !!!

I was getting so turned on, that's when he got in front of me, put a pair of pig ear and a pig nose, he began force feeding me two boxes of donuts and said

"this will be your world from now on, you'll be in this bed or on all four eating like a true pig, only able to eat, get fatter and be my personal at home piggy

I've put cameras in your room for everyone on your blog to enjoy, they'll be able to see what a real fatty looks like and witness your disgusting diet, you'll be the star like you wanted from the start

I will make you the fattest person on earth and will continue making you fatter until that little heart of yours gives out for good, that's the only moment I will allow you not to stuff yourself until you pass out from eating too much

You better be ready because all of this starts right now"

I answer by putting my walker to the side, struggling to get on all fours and oinking like a real pig

He got into the kitchen and came back with a trolley full of my favorites, took all of them and throw them into the trough no matter what it was

"eat" is all he said

I obliged and began to stuff myself while moaning and grunting

He got behind me and forced my head deeper

"I don't want you to only eat at a normal speed, real pigs finish all of this in not time no matter what, so you better eat more before I force this funnel down your throat again"

I gulped and began eating faster, I didn't care if my mouth was full, I needed to eat faster to satisfy my feeder, that's what I was always best at and I wasn't going to disappoint him, not now or ever

Six years have passed and I was now permanently planted on my bed, hooked up on life support, my blood vessels being clogged up even more by each fattening feast that entered my greedy mouth and needing multiple pills for my diabetes, blood pressure and cholesterol medication just for me to be able to live a little longer each day

I was so fat now my ass was almost reaching the side of the massive California king size bariatric bed, I needed a crane fixed to the ceiling to move me so I could be taken care of

my body was now slick and sweaty all the time from the exertion of being in this massive body, my love handles, rolls of fat, underboobs and my swollen fupa were always sweaty from having lbs after lbs of fat creating a crease of unable to support all the humidity my body was creating, my three massive chins were coated with grease and crumbs from the multiple meals and shakes I needed in a day, it was the same story for my massive chest and enormous belly that now reached my toes all made it hard for me to breath, all my fat was ridden in cellulite all over, especially in my massive juicy ass and my belly was also covered in bright red stretch marks showing my feeder's technique of feeding me the trashiest food with no mercy for my weakened body while crushing my organs and I was really struggling to breath now, even my oxygen mask was barely able to feed me air and if I wasn't huffing I was wheezing like a pig while sweating like I had run a marathon

My feeder as kept his words, he made me the fattest person alive and we couldn't be happier about it, last time we checked my weight via the built in scale it said 1658.93 lbs

And just because I weigh this much doesn't mean we don't have sex, on the contrary

With the help from the crane, he would lift me up just enough to go under me and begin fucking my hearts out until I came again and again

He would also let me know how much he love me and my massive body, he would go on top of me while trying is best to avoid my massive swollen fatty liver that has gotten no rest in my years and unrelentless feeding and kiss me all over, sometimes he would concentrate a little more on my thighs, other times it would be my sagging ass, enormous thighs, my belly of course, he couldn't get enough of it and any other parts of my body really, he truly loves all of me

That doesn't stop him from teasing me by saying something like "look at what we did to your body, you surely are the fattest fuck anyone would have ever seen and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it" or "you know you're going to die on this bed and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, all you can do is enjoy yourself while it last until your fat coated heart is tired of supporting your body and you get your fourth and final heart attack" he loved to tease me in the meanest way possible and couldn't simply get enough of it

Although, when I was horribly full, feeling like my stomach would explode at any moment, he would get mad and play with my oxygen tube until I agreed to getting stuffed even more

And if I was being an extra good hog, he would up the pressure on my feeding hose so more and more delicious lard shake would go to my stomach and make me even fatter by the second

Oh speaking of which, my viewers also couldn't get enough of me

I now had millions and millions of followers who would log in just to see myself get pumped even more full of lard and get even fatter by the day

I was able to watch all of this happening on the TV my feeder put in front of me

He wanted me to see all the damage we had done to my body and everytime I looked at myself from the live feed, I still couldn't believe I was this impossibly, enormously fat blob who was only good at swallowing lard shakes and letting it all transform into new fat cells that will make me even bigger and unhealthy than I already was

By the way my heart was slooooowly beating, I knew I wouldn't have long until my body gives up

I had reached pretty much all my goals but don't think for a second I don't have any objectives

I still need to get fatter and keep growing for my feeder

I'm always going to be his personal pig and only live to satisfy his need to force feed me the most unhealthy and greasiest food and shakes imaginable

I'll always want more and more and EVEN FUCKING MORE !!!!

Oink Oink !! 🐷

[chubbology]

Getting Big

prompt: someone discovering they're a feeder as their feedee partner gets bigger

Sometimes you’re both in bed, distracted and ignoring each other on your phones or laptops, when you notice. Your eyes lift from your phone and notice your partner’s relaxed belly, rising and lowering with calm breath, stretching the fabric of their shirt. Really stretching it now, not just with every inhale, but by default. Not just pushing the seams a little with chubbier hips, but forcing the cotton to bow out close to its limit, forcing the stitching to cave into a belly button deeper and softer-looking than you remember. And your eyes inevitably take in the rest: thicker thighs, more shapely chest, less defined arms, softer jawline.  

You’re aware that your partner’s gained a little weight. More than a little, but it’s fine. Probably thirty or so pounds, not a big deal, and you absolutely don’t judge them for it. Have they mentioned it at all? No, they just keep tugging at their shirts and pants. And underwear. Their underwear is getting too small for them, with weight gain making them a bit of a pear and all, but you don’t say anything. You don’t say they need bigger underwear. You don’t tell them how much you appreciate the fact that they need it. As long as they stay mum on the subject of their weight and the fit of their clothes, so will you; that’s your rule.

Sometimes you’re both in bed, watching TV, and they’re eating their way to the bottom of a quart of appallingly flavored ice cream (super-caramel-quadruple chocolate-chunk type stuff), and you keep sneaking glances. Because you’re amazed they’re comfortable enough around you to eat freely like this—or so you tell yourself. Their eyes are so glazed with distracted pleasure that maybe it didn’t even occur to them not to gorge themselves tonight, right in front of you.

Not gorging themselves like some kind of pig—no, it’s just, you both ordered a lot of takeout just a couple hours ago, and then they snacked on chips for a while, and then there was that candy bar they ate on a whim while you took out the trash, and now it’s a whole quart of ice cream. A whole quart. The more glances you sneak at them, the more you notice how their budding second chin peeks out when they chew. The more you notice that their bites seem hasty, as if tinged by some kind of distant, unconscious desperation.

You lean against them as if too tired to stay upright, reaching over them casually, letting one arm rest against their belly. It’s soft. It’s bigger. Not a big deal at all, you tell yourself for the millionth time.

And yet, you ponder their weight more. You’ve been pondering it incessantly. You can’t stop thinking about how they went to the mall two weeks ago without telling you, bought clothes a size up, and already were uncomfortably tugging and pulling on on every tight band and seam again. You can’t stop your thoughts from wandering to the idea of them sizing up again any more than your partner can stop their hands from opening another package of cookies.

“Ugh, this stuff is so good,” they mutter, swallowing the last bite, then closing the lid on the carton and setting it aside.

“Mm. I’ll buy more then,” you say without thinking. It’s fine if they size up again, after all. You’ll love them no matter their body type. Their happiness comes first. “I’m going to the grocery store anyway.”

A couple months later, going to the grocery store is not a chore to you, but a fun outing. You never used to even go down the junk food isles if you were by yourself, but now you scour them carefully. You place things in the cart you know your partner will like, and consider new brands and products they might like to try. It’s all so colorful and thrilling to actually buy. You tell yourself you might even try some of it and ignore the intrusive thought of your partner sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night again to binge on half the goodies themselves.

What niggles at you isn’t that you’re buying way too much junk food for your partner, who’s a little overweight now. It’s not as if they’ve told you to stop, or have implied they want to lose weight, or have said anything about any of it at all. That’s the thing: you’re in uncharted waters, and they haven’t told you a word about whether they fine with the way the tide was turning or whether they were actually really concerned that they were getting heavy and a little jiggly and they didn’t know what to do about it, let alone have the wherewithal to say, Honey, stop buying junk food. I’m getting fat.

Just the thought of the word makes you blush at the box of Fudge Covered Twinkies you’re holding. You quickly set them back on the shelf. Twinkies were practically the poster food for getting fat, right? Surely, your partner would suspect something, even though there wasn’t anything to suspect. You just know that they like food, particularly food that’s soft and sugary and addictive, and what better, cheaper food to comfort them with than Twinkies? No, it wouldn’t be good for their waistline, but you can already see their eyes fluttering closed at the taste—which was probably not even good, but that was hardly the point, was it?

Compromising, you buy a limited edition blue-stuffed brand of Twinkies instead, preparing an excuse that you thought the novelty of it was amusing and wondered if it was good.

But later that night, your partner eats six of them while you play video games and doesn’t mention the novelty of it at all. Your character dies stupidly and your partner laughs at you, belly jiggling as they do. You swallow, eyes fixating on their fat thighs. There’s no other word for them—they’re fat. Their thighs have gotten fat, just like their belly got fat, just like their hips and chest and arms and even their neck and face has been rounding out with so much chub. They were fat and they did eat like a pig, and all signs pointed to more weight gain. They were going to keep gaining weight, and when was it going to stop? When you finally decided enough was enough? When their doctor told them to take control? Yeah, so, you could imagine them awkwardly saying, coming home from the doctor, I guess I gotta lose weight. Maybe they would be holding a pamphlet on obesity or something, looking ashamed.

And maybe they would try at first. You would help. They’d exercise a little here and there, maybe only eat one Twinkie instead of six, maybe not ask for takeout so often. But it wouldn’t last. The second their will broke, yours would too. And you’d both be in bed, distracted by nothing but endless waves of pleasure that your sex life hadn’t known in a while, them leaning back against the headboard, eating every fattening thing you had to offer, which would be many, many, as many fattening things as they’d agree to swallow down like they glutton they were becoming.

“Babe?”

You blink.

“You okay?” they say with that chubby face of theirs, a face that said, I’ve been gaining so much weight, and you’re really aroused.

“I’m glad you like those,” you stutter. You look at the Twinkies box, and so do they. Your mouth keeps moving without forethought. “I’ll buy you more next time. Any other flavors you like?” You set down your controller and push your hand into their hair affectionately. Since they’re slouched, they look up at you, and you lower your hand to the back of their neck, touching the bulge of the fat there. “Want me to get you your favorite ice cream? I know you had a long day at work.” You stand and head for the kitchen, ignoring your partner’s confused ums and wells.

You open the freezer and get one of many ice cream quarts. Thanks to you, the fridge and freezer have been stuffed to the gills with crap, but you can’t regret it, not when it makes your partner look perpetually stuffed to the gills too. You get a spoon and sit down next to them again, brain fuzzy with want. “You’ll feel better when you finish this. By the time you do, I’ll finally finish this damn level.”

“I’m—I’m not…” But the look in their eyes is conflicted. “I’m not that hungry, really.”

You laugh. Your body is buzzing. “Please. With you, when you eat and when you’re hungry are completely unrelated. Let’s make it a competition! Finish before I do. Go!”

“What?”

You’re already starting the level over, thinking to yourself What the hell? Don’t make them eat if they don’t want to. Even if they do want to, even when they’re full, because they’re greedy and addicted, gonna get obese soon—

A minute passes, and they’re sitting up, belly folded in rolls on their lap, looking poised to either stand up and put the ice cream away or rip the lid off and devour it all.

“Eat it,” you say innocently, or try to. It mostly comes out like a pathetic attempt at sounding not-horny.

You glance over, and they still look conflicted, so you lean over and kiss them on their tubby cheek. “Go ahead,” you say, quieter. You meet their eyes. “Don’t you want to?”

They look taken aback now, flushed. All at once, they seem aware of their blubbery, overweight body, and they shift on the couch. You forget the game and lean in again, kissing them on the lips, then deeper as they lean into you. “I know you want to,” you whisper. You cup their fattened hip, squeeze it gently. “I bet you really want to.”

They’re blushing really hard now, gone shy and speechless. So you move closer to them, and since their head is lowered to avoid your eyes, you land a sweet peck on their bulging second chin. Then you peel off the lid of the carton, tear the plastic off, and push the spoon satisfyingly into the over-processed sugar that has been fattening your partner out of their clothes so well.

Despite their air of reluctance, they eat the spoonful you offer as if on instinct. They squirm with pleasure, and your breath hitches when their plump hand twitches out to take the spoon away from you when you don’t use it quick enough. You scoop them another bite. Then another. The room is quiet except for the game in the background and your rapidly beating heart. Their eyelids lower, and you murmur encouraging words to them. That’s it. It’s good, huh? Big bite... The experience seems no less momentous to them than to you, and so you keep going. Their eyes drift shut and so you guide their mouth to open at the right times. Eventually, your cooing gets bolder.

“I know how much you like this. Like eating. Eating a little too much.”

Their mouth pauses around the spoon, but their eyes don’t open. They swallow and wait for the next bite.

“And I know you get up in the middle of the night sometimes, just to eat,” you say. “Eat and eat until your clothes feel tight and your stomach’s queasy, right? You always come back to bed so uncomfortable, tossing and turning, panting a little. Holding back little burps. I wake up and all the junk food I bought is gone.”

Your partner leans into to your next spoonful, then takes it from you. Without meeting your eyes, they start eating from the tub themselves, at twice your pace. You smooth your fingers through their hair. Then rub a hand down their arm, which was now sausage-like with so much fat clinging to it. But it’s squishy, when you pinch it. No firmness anywhere you can see.

“I’m sure you know you’re getting big, baby. You’re getting big. But that’s okay.” You rub your hands over their belly, their hips, their rolls of back fat. “You just keep eating as much as you like.”

And after another pause, they nod.

[spooky-ghost-boi]

Vacation

Words: 1892

Tom Nook x Reader

Warnings: Feederism, feeder/feedee dynamic, mentions of smut, fatass Tanuki, bad writing because I’m tired and too annoyed to edit this properly.

Description: Tom thinks he has to lose weight but his job doesn’t really do him well so he chooses to take a vacation but ends up coming back fatter and you love it.

A/N: what this shit, tumblr could you possibly be any slower? Mentally I am beyond Spain without an S, so if any Twitter bitches see this. Fight me.

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Tom sighed as he sat at his desk at the resident services.

He had been trying out various diets that Isabelle had recommended to him, after trying low-carb and Keto he was trying intermittent fasting and he lost about 5 pounds so far but it was making him extremely hangry most of the time. Considering that Isabelle snacked and ate lunch while being in the same room as him.

It was all alright until that damned Kitsune had the guts to appear at the Island and try to sell some faux painting to the Resident Representative, aka you.

Tom was furious and of course, kicked Redd off the Island but in the heat of his fury he tried to calm himself down but it didn’t work especially since the fucking kitsune teased Tom for his weight, which would’ve been fine, if they were alone but you had to witness that.

As soon as Tom came home he.. Well, let his anger out by binging until he couldn’t move.

He actually liked the feeling of being stuffed but he choose to ignore it although it was quite hard and he realized it was better if he took a break from work to focus on his weight loss.

The reason for his weight loss idea was quite simple; he wanted to impress you, the resident representative, he had a crush on you and told Isabelle who suggested that losing weight could help him in winning your heart.

She couldn’t have been more wrong, but it wasn’t like they both knew your kinks.. Although it was obvious. Haha idiots.

Of course Tom had told Isabelle about his plan and she agreed to do the resident services stuff.

Tom had two months of, well, vacation.

He stayed at his house and the first two days it all went great before he started binging. Constantly. To his dismay he actually enjoyed it. He didn’t know w h y or h o w but he actually disliked that he liked feeling stuffed to the brim.

So the thicc Tanuki visited another island in hopes that it would motivate him to lose weight.

(Spoiler: it didn’t HAHAHA FAT TANUKI)

During his stay at another Island he ended up discovering lots of different foods that made him feel better about the whole Redd situation and since his coping mechanism had always been stress eating he piled on a lot of weight. He was in denial, but that didn’t stop him from trying to rationalize as to why he needed bigger clothes.

Of course you were part of his racing thoughts most of the time and he liked to fantasize about you in several different ways.

So he soon returned home.

His vacation seemed to have ended too fast for him but he also wanted to get back to work so he could see you.

He stepped on the scale the evening before he had to return to work again and was surprised when it had said that he gained 30 pounds in two months, including the 5 pounds he had lost. But that couldn’t be, could it? After pondering about as to why or how he could have gained that much weight over mindlessly eating a box of half a dozen doughnuts and two cheeseburgers. He had come to the conclusion that he was too tired and that the scale must be broken.

After dumping the wrappers into the trash, he held his stuffed gut and walked to his bedroom and got onto his bed which creaked under the weight of the tubby Tanuki. Tom eyed tge stash of mini cakes that he had beside his bed, despite feeling full and heavy he decided to have a few since ‘they couldn’t do much damage, hm?’

He didn’t notice that he dozed off and woke up in the morning, surrounded by wrappers.

Tom sat up and grunted, rubbing his still rather bloated belly that sat in his lap whenever he attempted sitting up. It wasn’t really like he noticed or minded, he didn’t even notice how snug his work shirt was. He noticed the bit of rain and put on his jacket and zipped it up, completely obvious to the belly poking out from under the rain coat.

He just sighed softly, before walking downstairs into the kitchen and having some pancakes with lots of syrup for breakfast. For some reason he felt like this wasn’t exactly enough for him and looked at the clock just to see that it was still early as shit and he had t i m e.

As you can imagine the phat Tanuki had binged to the point of being exhausted by breathing but he did have places to be at so he got up anyway and walked to the resident services.

You were there with the Nooklings and Isabelle, you were excited to see Tom again after the two of you didn’t talk for so long. However nobody told you why he was gone.

Eventually Tom entered the Resident Services and Isabelle was quite surprised.

Timmy and Tommy also were surprised.

You were surprised and horny.

Tom could see the surprise in the faces of everyone. But it also made him horny. Not to mention he was a little surprised and shy to see you there and he was blushing a little.

“Ehm, good morning.” Tom responded, he needed a cigarette or some cake.

Isabelle stayed quiet and you smiled at the Tanuki.

You decided to break the awkward moment and walked towards Tom to give him a hug, because yiu had missed him and you wanted to feel all that chonk pressed against you.

Tom hugged you back instinctively, his big belly did push the two of you a bit apart but it was hot regardless.

“I made you some cake! I thought you would like it.” You said shyly as Tom nodded.

“The thing is, I forgot it at home so if you’d like to come by after work.. You could take it home? I mean.. We could have dinner at my place.” You blurted out the last part, keeping your voice so low you weren’t sure whether he had heard you.

“That’d be splendid, hm.” Tom said, then gently let go of you.

You nodded and the two of you returned to both your respective j o b s.

Tom tried to ignore Isabelle’s comments about his weight, he was sure he lost weight. Which probably was due to his lack of physical awareness.

He had spent his time snacking during work and he comfortably filed out papers and drank his coffee. Some Animals teased him but Tom didn’t really mind, in fact it was almost kinda arousing to him and he didn’t understand why.

Eventually he closed off the shop and got into his car and made his way to your house, he was a little tired and actually quite hungry.

He knocked on your door and you opened it, smiling softly at him as he was a little out of breath.

“Come in! I already made dinner.” You said, then led him to your kitchen.

“You have an eye for interior design, hm?” Tom remarked as he sat on a chair which creaked a little under his weight. He blushed, “oh- uh.”

You noted this and smiled sheepishly at him. “It’s fine! Make yourself comfortable, it’s just you and I afterall..” You said. Maybe it wasn’t the most reassuring thing to say, if you took it out of context it could have been maybe a little weird to say that. Almost sounded like you were trying to fatten up the Tanuki and eat him.. Maybe you were but more like in a sexual way.

(A/N: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

However Tom looked a little more relaxed after you said that.

“Well, how was your day, hm?” Tom asked, as you put some food on his plate.

“It was fine, just the usual things.. I went fishing and helped out some villagers. How about you?” You asked, you had put quite a lot of food onto his plate.

“I’ve had some annoying customers, but that’s just normal.” Tom said, as he ate some of the food you had prepared, “this is really good.” He said.

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After a few hours of talking the two of you warmed up to each other and you eventually told him how you felt about him and as a surprise, he felt the same way.

At that point Tom had packed away quite a few plates and snacks, the two of you sat on the couch and you straddled his lap.

He cupped your face and kissed you gently, before you fed him a tray of cupcakes. He obediently ate.

A couple snacks ago his shirt button seemed to have popped off and his sweater vest had exposed around half of his pretty chubby belly.

“You’re fat, I mean this in the most loving way possible.” You said and pinched his love handles.

“I’m just bloated-“ he said, jokingly.

“Sure.” You laughed.

“Alright, maybe I am. Happy? Hm?” Tom said as he unbuttoned his too tight pants and pinned you underneath him.

“You’re definitely fatter than before.” You remarked as you patted his overstuffed belly.

“Mhm.. You like it as much as I like it. Am I right?” He smirked.

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Anyways it was a very delightful evening for the both of you and I ain’t gonna write smut because that’d be awkward as shit so just imagine it, aight?

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Two ‘fucking’ months later.

You woke up next to Tom, who was still asleep and snoring quite loudly.

He had been eating quite well the past two months making him look pretty chubby, he was waddling now most of the time and his belly was s o f t^2.

You walked downstairs and made him some breakfast.

It didn’t take long for him to wake up because he smelled delicious food, he sighed and waddled his way downstairs and sat on a chair. “Good morning.” He said, smiling a little despite looking still pretty tired.

“Good morning! How’d you sleep?” You asked.

“Pretty well.. Well, until I woke up because I’m starving. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you, dear.” He said.

“Starve.” You said jokingly. “You have quite the big appetite, I give you that.” You said as you placed a stack of waffles.

“Mhm..” He yawned and ate his breakfast, “I’m still.. So tired, feed it to me? Hm?”

You couldn’t tell whether this was a suggestion or order from him, but you wouldn’t be Y/N if you turned down feeding the lazy Tanuki.

You nodded and fed him, you would straddle his lap.. If you could. Tom’s belly was taking up most of it and he didn’t mind.

He ate all of it and sighed when he felt your hands rub his bloated big belly.

Eventually the two of you got ready for work and he waddled to his car, tried to wiggle into the drivers seat which didn’t work out as his tummy was in the way of the wheel.

“Need help?” You asked.

“I would appreciate it, yes yes!” He blushed as he moved to the passenger seat and you drove the car to the Resident Services.

You had gone to work for the day.

[despair-tummy]

How about a Chihiro stuffing Celeste and playing with her fat belly, butt and boobs?

Here you go

Chihiro sighed, his eyes sore and aching from staring at the computer screen before him. It wasn’t that he disliked computers, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He was the ultimate programmer, he loved computers and he especially loved designing code and experimenting with technology. But helping a company take care of a complicated computer virus wasn’t his idea of a fun time, in fact, as of late his idea of a fun time was starting to branch out.

A small buzzing sensation from his cellphone signalled that he had gotten a text message. He glanced behind him, not wanting to be caught from his recent employer and get in trouble for being on his phone during work hours. But he couldn’t help himself, he needed to look at something else for a change. Maybe it was Mondo asking if he wanted to grab dinner with him and Kiyotaka, or Makoto inviting him out for a coffee?

But instead of any of the normal text messages from his friends and colleagues, he was greeted with an image. The photo didn’t include a face, but it didn’t matter. As soon as he saw her milky white skin and the abundance of pillowy cleavage, that was more than enough to give Chihiro an idea of who sent it. His face turned red and he immediately stuffed his cellphone back into his pant pocket, silently praying that no one saw the text message for the brief second he looked. 

Well, at least it gave him something to look forward too when he left to go home. Chihiro took a deep breath to try to still his racing heart before he returned to typing away, making a mental note to make a few stops along the way home.

….

He finished dealing with the virus and wasted no time rushing out of the building and to his car. Normally he would have stayed and say goodbye to everyone, but his girlfriend wasn’t very patient. Odd, wasn’t it? Someone as meek as him with a girlfriend who sends him racy pictures while he was at work, Chihiro was surprised by the revelation himself, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain or question it. Especially with what Celestia brought out in him, she brought out a side to him Chihiro never knew he had. And that was going to come out yet again as soon as he got home, but first, he had to prepare.

He made four stops along the way, the first one was to a high-end bakery for a slice of chocolate and hazelnut cake, a slice of strawberry cheesecake, two croissants (one almond and one chocolate) and a chocolate dipped cream puff. Then it was to a candy shop run by the best chocolatiers for a bag of those chocolate truffles Celestia loved so much, although Chihiro’s wallet would beg to differ. A quick stop at a nearby florist for a dozen red roses, then finally a trip to the grocery store for a quart of heavy cream. 

 With everything he needed for tonight, he drove back home in record time and proceeded to carry his load inside. Easier said than done since although he intended to work out to build some muscle, he never got around to it. It wasn’t like he was putting it off, it was just Celestia kept him very busy when he wasn’t working. She had high standards, but Chihiro could handle it, he liked spoiling her. Chihiro huffed as he made his way inside, carefully setting his bags of goodies down on the counter, but still holding the bright red roses.

“Celeste, I’m home!” he called, unable to keep himself from smiling as he awaited her presence.

Sure enough her thundering footsteps could be heard. At first Chihiro didn’t know what to make of the world of feedism and Celestia’s desire to become be his feedee and him her feeder, but each clip he watched of women and men gorging themselves with fattening food and guzzling down weight gain shakes with funnels and rubber tubes, he realized he definitely wanted to become a part of this taboo little fetish community. And he was enjoying every bit of it.

Celestia smiled as she strode into the room, clad in just a black lace bra and matching undergarments, complete with a pair of black stockings.This attire on,y brought more attention to just how long they have been practicing feedism. Every part of his girlfriend’s body was had gained a good amount of soft flesh. To her once slim and dainty legs that thicken to the point where they rubbed together constantly, her paunchy gut grew and sagged, covering the front of her panties completely. Her once flat chest has graciously ballooned out into pillow like masses, while her face, although not quite reaching a second chin yet, definitely gains some additional softness, especially in the cheeks. 

“My, is that all for me?” she smiled brightly, taking in the sight of all the goodies. Her scarlet eyes shifted from the treats to him. “You spoil me.”

Chihiro smiled and handed his lover the bouquet of roses. “I don’t hear you complaining.”

“Of course not, that’s the appeal of this fetish.” Celestia happily hummed and took the roses, giving them a sniff. “These are beautiful, go fill a vase of water for them while I get everything together.” she said, handing back the roses as she went to gather up the goodies.

He was well aware Celestia was only offering to do that just so she could get her greedy hands on the treats, but Chihiro wasn’t going to call her out. Her greedy approach to eating was charming, especially in the world of this kink. While Celestia took the goodies to the living room, Chihiro opened the cupboard under the sink, pulling out a glass vase. He then filled it with water before removing the roses from their plastic wrapper then plopping them in. 

Chihiro set the roses on the windowsill before going to the living room. There the buffet of luxurious treats were all laid out on the coffee table… well almost all of them. Celestia was already nearly done the chocolate croissant, flakey crumbs and a smear of milk chocolate coated the corners of her thin and lightly glossed lips.

“You started without me?” Chihiro frowned sadly.

“Forgive me, but you know I adore my carbs.” his girlfriend apologized before popping the last bit in her mouth. “And you know I can’t resist chocolate, it is my weakness.” she licked her lips clean. “But with that out of the way, let’s begin.” 

Celestia sat crossed legged on the couch, her gut resting peacefully on her lap. Her face beamed with an inviting look as she waited to be fed. Chihiro smiled and made his way over and sat next to his feedee. 

“What shall we start with?” 

“Surprise me, dear.”

Chihiro looked at the spread and decided on starting out with the slice of chocolate cake. He unwrapped the black plastic fork that came along with it, and with the slice of cake in one hand, and the fork on the other, he speared a piece and brought it to Celestia’s mouth. The gothic gambler let out a satisfied hum as she chewed the combination of chocolate ganache and chopped hazelnuts.

“Delicious,” she commented once she swallowed.

“You know, when you first introduced me to this community,” he began as he continued to feed her the cake that was rich with chocolate and bitter with hazelnuts. “I never understood why everyone used cake, it seemed so repetitive and boring at first… but the more I watched and the more cake I fed you, I finally understood why.” Chihiro brought another forkful to her lips.

“Do you now?” Celestia asked as she happily accepted the forkful.

“I mean look at it, so many flavours. Chocolate, vanilla, lemon, carrot, and even ice cream cake and cheesecake exist,” he explained. “It’s so indulgent, you can get it cheap or splurge on something more high quality. And you can get real messy with it, make a complete pig of yourself. It’s truly a fascinating food.” 

“Indeed, it’s one of my favourites.” Celestia licked some frosting off her lips. “But it appears we’re down a slice.” she giggled, gesturing to the now empty box that one housed the slice of cake.

Chihiro chuckled and set the box aside and went for a cream puff. He smiled and brought the chocolate dipped pastry to her mouth, Celestia immediately took an eager bite, causing white cream to ooze out of the goodie. 

“C-careful, the filling might end up on the floor,” he warned.

But he needn’t worry, Celestia was already on it and dragged her tongue across the desert, lapping up every bit of filling that came out.

“Chihiro, do you really think I would let a perfectly good cream puff go to waste?” she giggled before taking a second bite.

Chihiro felt his face flush red as he watched her. They did this plenty of times, but each and every time just made him blush so much, seeing her eat tons just did something to him that he couldn’t explain. But the one thing was for certain, he wanted to keep doing it. Once the cream puff was eaten and Celeste licked his fingers clean, he decided to give her the little thing of chocolates.

“I stopped by that chocolate place you loved so much.” he smiled and gave the bag a shake.

“Gimmie!” Celestia snatched up the bag out from his dainty hands. She used her teeth to rip into the bag and tipped the bag towards her mouth, causing an avalanche of chocolate truffles to fall into her mouth. 

Her cheeks puffed out from the sheer amount of chocolates, but she still managed to messily chew them. 

“I thought I was supposed to be the one feeding you?” Chihiro reminded. 

Celestia tried to talk, but it was completely incoherent from how full her mouth was. It was only when she swallowed she could talk clearly. “Thirsty, heavy cream, now,” she ordered, paying no mind to his call out.

“Greedy tonight, aren’t we?” he teased and unscrewed the cap to the quart of heavy cream. “Here you go.” he brought the quart to her mouth and tipped it, allowing the liquid to pass her lips.

She managed to guzzle down at least half the quart before pulling away and letting out a giant burp.

“My, excuse me.” Celestia smiled and wiped the heavy cream residue from her mouth with her arm. “Thank you, my love, I needed that.”

“A-Anything for you!” he loved it when she praised her.

Chihiro then selected the slice of strawberry cheesecake, taking a moment to admire the pretty shade of pink the cheesecake was. He got a piece on a fork and brought it to Celestia’s awaiting mouth. She quickly devoured said piece and it wasn’t long before Chihiro fed her a second forkful of the creamy cake.

“I’m surprised they still had that cheesecake in stock at this hour,” Celestia commented as she noisily chewed.

“Me too, I was planning to get a slice of red velvet, but when I saw the cheesecake I knew I had to get it.” 

“Next time get all three.”

“I-I don’t think my wallet would like that.”

“Budget around it.”

Easy for her to say, but for his girlfriend, he would be more than willing to try to accommodate her expensive tastes. With the cheesecake done, Chihiro reached for the last dessert item, the almond croissant. 

“Think you can finish this?” he asked.

“Of course I can.” Celestia grinned and stared at the croissant, her mouth watering just at the very sight of the flakey pastry. 

As soon as Chihiro brought the croissant within eating range, Celestia took a big and greedy bite, moaning in pleasure as the taste of sliced almonds, buttery pastry and almond filling danced on her taste buds, 

“Mmmmm.” Celestia moaned as she chewed. 

He smiled and brought the treat to her mouth again, which was met with another large and messy bite, crumbs and filling stuck to her mouth. Sure enough, once she swallowed that bite, she wasted no time shoving the last bit into her mouth. Soon after a heavy swallow Celestia used her tongue to lick away any remains on her thin lips. 

“That was delicious.” she mused in delight.

“You uh, aren’t done yet.” Chihiro reminded, picking up the quart of heavy cream and gave it a good shake to show it was half full.

“But of course, I could use a drink to wash it all down.” 

Chihiro brought the quart to Celestia’s lips and right away she drank deeply, managing to down the rest of the heavy cream in record time. She let out a second loud burp and wiped her mouth on her arm.

“Excuse me, thank you, that was all very delicious.” she smiled and lazily got into a lounging position, which only brought more attention to her midsection that was taut from the amount of food she had eaten. She glanced straight into the programmer’s eyes with a wicked grin. “What are you waiting for?” 

She didn’t need to tell him twice, Chihiro eagerly grabbed her midsection, although firm and bulging from all the food she ate, it still had that softness Chihiro adored. He gave it a firm shake, listening to all of the sweet feast inside of her gut slosh around, as well as watch her fat jiggle. 

“I-I think if we start paying more attention to your calories, then we could probably double your weight by the end of the year.” he stuttered, eyes locked on her flabby midsection. 

“I’ll leave all the calculating up to you,” Celestia spoke, he noticed a mischievous little glint in her eyes.

Before he could even get another word out or try to prepare himself for whatever she was going to do, Celestia leapt at him, pinning him down on the sofa. 

“Celes-“ he was cut off when Celestia plopped her mountainous soft breasts on his face.

“Go on, do what I love.” she urged with a giggle. “You know you want too.” 

At first glance you wouldn’t have pegged Chihiro as the kinky type, admittedly was still very meek and wouldn’t dare talk about anything sexual as casual as some people like Miu or Toko’s split personality, Genocider Syo, admittedly before coming across the world of feedism, Chihiro could be considered vanilla and sex and fetishes weren’t something that he typically had on his mind. But after being shown this fetish and practicing it with his girlfriend, they were definitely always lingering in his mind somewhere. Whether it was from sexual photos from Celestia or having two massive breasts resting on his face, it was always somewhere in his head. 

Knowing that the only way to regain his sight from the blockage of pillowy flesh in his view was to give her what she wanted, Chihiro shoved his head deeper in the depths of her cleavage and began to vigorously shake his head. Her breasts bounced and jiggled wildly with each movement of his head. He pondered why Celestia might like doing this so much. Maybe it was because when they first started dating she was on the flat side and couldn’t reap all the benefits of a fuller chest? It was tempting to ask her… he made a mental note to ask her something once he finally had regained his sight.

She giggled and finally freed him, looking at his sweaty face. “My, tired already?” Celestia teased, bringing a perfectly manicured red nail to stroke his smooth cheek.

“A… a little,” he confessed sheepishly.

 “Well, too bad,” Celestia smirked and took one of his hands, guiding them to her plump rear. “Because I intend to keep you very busy.”

Chihiro felt the blood rush to his face as well as to his groin as his fingers sunk into the fat of her round bottom. He had a sinking feeling he would have to call in sick for work tomorrow.

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Fantasies

So like… I just want to put out some of my kink/fetish fantasies??? Lmao some of them are domestic but others are a bit more extreme??

-getting fat for my SO. As in they ask me nicely and sweetly to round out for them. I would love that!! And they’d be so encouraging and kind, telling me that I look more and more beautiful each pound I gain, but they also tell me I’m beautiful no matter what size.

-get force fed by a really cute and short girl!! shorter than 5'3" haha. I’m short af too. Most, if not all girls are cute tho so– doesn’t really matter who does it. Also height doesn’t matter but it’s just a fantasy of mine. Would work especially if the girl is submissive because I’m dom af.

-dominating the little feeder beforehand, teasing her for how short she is and spanking her for being a naughty girl. She then teases me for being the fat pig that I am. She wants revenge for letting me tease her and dominate her, so she starts stuffing my mouth full so I shut up and only moan about how stuffed I am.

-actually being stuffed to the point where I feel like I might pop? I’ve never really done this but I really want to.

-someone constantly feeding me 24/7, as in they slip food into my lips at any time they want, and I just eat it up. I’d be consistently stuffed and never hungry.

-a sub feeder being my maid/butler/servant of sorts. Cleaning up for me, cooking for me, being encouraging and helpful as I continue to stuff my face.

-having a good little sub get teased by no end. I mess around with myself as they watch, hopefully getting turned on as I masturbate and tease them for being a pervert and watching my every move. They’re on the edge while I’m having an orgasm, and I let them stay there as I continue to tease them, but tell them they can’t have an orgasm.

-finding out that I gain enough weight that NOTHING fits around or over my fat body. I keep popping buttons out of what I thought was just the clothing I could fit into, and bursting out of the seams and practically breaking out of really tight clothing. We have to immediately get myself a new wardrobe online because I insist that there’s no way I’m going out. So my feeder spoils me with food and treats as I look online for new clothes that are perfect for my huge body. .

-I’d love a little prince/princess/monarch to spoil and feed. Occasionally I’d treat them like a pig, and make them eat so much because they need to be fattened like a good little royal pig.

-I’d love to fatten up a jock to make them an ex-jock (with consent) who has no desire anymore to be fit, and wants to be a lazy little butterball for me to feed and cuddle with. I’d then tease them for getting so big, and try to make them feel what we’ve done to their body. After they’re all tuckered out, I’d let them get into nice comfy clothes and give them whatever they want because they’re so good for showing off how piggish they’ve become.

-I’d love, love, love, love, love making someone wear a vibrator in them or near their privates in public (obviously in they’re comfortable with it)! I’d love to watch how, or even if, they keep in their pleasure, trying, or again, maybe not trying, to be discreet about their horniness. They’d whisper to me that they need it out, but this is only going to make me crank it up. The safe word would make me realease them immediately. I’d turn it off in an instance if they became uncomfortable or couldn’t handle it.

-I want a really big dom butch to just dominate me tbh. Show me how it’s done, so I can learn a few tips from them, calling me a pretty little butch, shortie, and other demeaning names until I have an orgasm. Perhaps some feederism could be involved, where they feed me until I feel like I’m about to explode halfway through the “lesson”, and then continue to fuck me and tease me. They continue to humiliate me, calling me a fat little slut for liking it so much.

-This is going to sound narcissistic, but I really want to be a “playboy” kind of person. In my fantasy, I am a pussy magnet, and even men who act like me are jealous of how much sex I have. I always wear pantsuits or even just regular suits, and I’m also rich. The girls are on me because I’m an impressive, handsome butch, so I end up with a harem of girls, and they’re so hot and such amazing girls. They’d all be sweet and wonderful to me, and I’d try to cherish each and every one of them. There’d be about six girls I love most, and that I treat with all the respect I have, unless they want me to humiliate them during sex/kink stuff.I'm sorry that this one is really self-indulgent, but I just love this as truly just a fantasy because I'm not smooth.

That’s it! I might add more!

[bulletproofscales]

Could i get a fic where seven’s constant snacking while on the computer catches up to him? And then Yoosung finds it adorable and gives him more snacks 👍

– honestly this just makes so much sense BC LIKE HE DOESN’T LEAVE HE HOUSE, EATS SHIT ALL DAY CONSTANTLY WHY HASN’T CHERITZ MADE HIM CHUBBY. you can take this prompt out of my cold dead hands, its cannon and you can not convince me otherwise.–

When Saeyoung invited him to live with him, he couldn’t have been more excited. Not only leaving his dusty studio-apartment; but getting to live with his boyfriend was a massive bonus. The proposal came with Seven’s ascension in his job; apparently he was so good at what he did he became one of the main hackers in the company, which dismissed him from any field mission. He didn’t really knew what that meant; not at least he moved in.

Yoosung didn’t know what to do with himself, how much longer he could repress this, what he thinks Zen would describe as “the beast”; he thought was silly back then but know he really was considering going to the actor for some sort of advice on the issue, that’s how you know, the blond was desesperate. Sevens promotion meant he could stay all day inside; which given the amount of tasks that he had to do, was spent mostly in front of the computer working… and snacking.

Before, he had to keep himself slim for their field missions, and would have to do this sort of special agent training, but not anymore. He could snack all he wanted; and was unconsciously, driving Yoosung to the brink of madness. If seeing him stuffing himself crazy as he worked wasn’t enough; when the effects of his diet began to show, he was officially lost. Seeing him almost everyday, he realized his gain when the redhead was already properly, chubby; jeans snug to his pudgy thighs, button threatening to pop by the pressure of his soft expanding stomach, old red t-shirt rising over his belly button, unable to go down any further the expanse of skin, the rest of the shirt hugging every curve of his love handles and softened chest. He eventually stopped using his hoodie, the extra tightness from it becoming too much; Yoosung missed that, where he would try to wear it, and his flabby arms looked ready to burst… those were the days. When Yoosung left for class, Seven had only one bag of chips down, when he arrived four hours later, there were fifteen; the blond thought it was logically impossible but also, knew for a fact the older would not waste that big amount of chips just for a prank. So…his boyfriend was already gaining weight on his own, him contributing to it…wouldn’t do any harm, right?

And just like that Yoosung’s scheme began, he would make Saeyoung eat, if possible, even more snacks. However he had to make a drastic change of plans, the redhead would often decline, after stuffing himself with the same type of fries all day; it only made sense he didn’t want a 20th bag. It didn’t matter though, since the younger thought of an even better idea, finally all of the cooking lessons his mom gave him were useful; as he began to cook home cooked meals when he got from class, and in large amounts of it. It was just an oddity in the hacker’s routine to have something that wasn’t take out or delivery; he was unable to say no to his boyfriend’s efforts, almost always ending to too full to even stand. The blond would also make food for him to eat during the day while he was out studying, it would variete from full on meals, to desserts, to experiments he wanted him to try; and not only was he official tester of Yoosung’s masterpieces, but would also make sure to polish every single plate as if there was never food in the first place. The blond could only smirk at the man in front of him, it worked.

He heard the door click and soft footsteps, but he couldn’t turn around to greet Yoosung properly. Not only because the chair he had been using for most of his career had somehow become too tight, but he was also in the middle of what he would consider the most important of missions that would determine his company’s fate.

“Hey babe!” He said half heartedly. He noticed his boyfriend got the message as he hummed and walked over to the kitchen; most likely to prepare another delicious meal; his stomach rumbled. Ugh, he would love if he could go get a snack; or even better, not have finished all of the snacks before noon… That would’ve been nice. He took a moment to adjust himself on his chair; he had to do a lot that lately, finding himself uncomfortable in the position he was in oftentimes feeling restraining. He raised himself up with his arms,  which was taking a lot more effort than usual; probably tiredness. Took his sides, which poked out of the space between the arm rests in his chair sitting back down, and got on track again.

“Seven! Dinner is ready!” Fuck, he still wasn’t finished, and this was real time urgency. He would be lying if he told Yoosung he wasn’t hungry, hell, he was starving; but he wasn’t sure what would happen to him if he failed this mission, yet he was sure he didn’t want to find out.

“I-I’m sorry, Yoosungie. I have to finish this as soon as possible!” He really was sorry, the redhead hated having to put his job before his boyfriend. Besides, he was almost finished; he just needed a little bit more time. He sighed as he heard footsteps approach him; the blond wasn’t convinced, and he knew it.

“You know I don’t like it when you skip meals Saeyoungie.” He spoke sternly, the younger man could have so much authority over him when he wanted; the nickname only making Seven want to go with him to have dinner even more. “It’s really important, isn’t it?” He asked defeatedly; the older didn’t have to look to sense the disappointment in his question.

“Yes honey, I really have to finish this or else I-” His apology was interrupted by the loud rumbling of his stomach; normally he wouldn’t have minded, but he could feel Yoosung’s stare go from his belly to his face. A smirk could be heard in the way he talked.

“Wait a second.” He walked off to the kitchen and came back again to his boyfriend’s desk with a tray. “‘ll feed you.” It wasn’t a question, and something about that made Saeyoung eager to finish his work as quick as possible; not because that was Vanderwood’s orders though. With his statement said the younger brought a chair and sat besides him; and began to bring the pizza slices to the redhead’s mouth, who eagerly bit into it. He hummed happily and mindlessly munched slice after slice; heart swelling at Yoosung’s worry but the fuller he got the more he began to question his boyfriend’s attitude. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it felt as if the tension was rising;  both of their breaths heavy, he could feel himself grow warmer, maybe because of the food, most likely because of Yoosungs piercing stare.

He sighed loudly and threw himself back at his chair and spoke out of breath “Finally.” He gave Yoosung a wide smile “You can keep going though.” His smile turned sheepish.Blushing under the younger’s smirk, look in his eyes turning slightly dark. Saeyoung squirmed; beginning to understand his boyfriend’s plan.

“Saeyoungie, you already finished the three pizzas.” Three?! The redhead choked on his own spit, his appetite really did grow with all the pampering hsi was getting“Don’t worry, I’ll get you dessert” He said as he pinched his puffy cheek  quite teasingly and walked into the kitchen, Seven gulped. The younger innocently came back with the same tray; but this time with a ridiculously large chocolate cake; he knew him too well. Saeyoung’s puth agape as he stared as Yoosung sat back down, not in his chair; but in his lap. The tray in one hand and a single fork in the other. “I was planning on leaving this for tomorrow; but seeing how fast you are eating everything I make; I thought you might want it.” The older could only moan a response, the weight of the 3 pizzas beginning to hit him, the weight of his boyfriend on top of him, and the weight of the realization of what was going down without him noticing becoming too much for him to handle. Ans Yoosung began feeding getting a big chunk of the humid cake and letting his boyfriend munch on it, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned. “Yeah, you like it don’t you? Stuffing your face silly when I’m not around. Do you think you can keep all the fun to yourself huh? Not today sweetheart, today I’m in charge, and I’m going to feed you until you brust.”

He moaned loudly in between bites one hand grabbing Yoosung by the hip and pulling him closer and another holding the tray so the younger could roam his hands around the taunt expanse of skin. Saeyoung felt in heaven; massages making the pain from the stuffing fade away, the taste of the chocolate cake filling him with pleasure, and kisses from his boyfriend in between bites, chocolate sweet taste mixing in each others mouths. It all had the hacker ecstatic. This was the first time of them doing anything remotely close t feederism, hell, he didn’t even know that was what was happening until now. He never imagined it would feel this amazing, he felt like royalty. “So this was your plan all along? To fatten me up? And here I thought you actually cared for me.” He playfully said out of breath.

“As if you didn’t like it” Yoosung brought his face close grabbing the remaining of the cake with his hand and pushing it past Saeyoung’s lips humming approvingly, as he obediently swallows.Even though Seven’s work was done, the food was finished, they stayed like that for a while. Yoosung’s hands freely exploring the hard dome, easing up the pain; making the redhead relax immensely; all tension gone from his body he would kiss the blond’s forehead softly. Both of them growing sleepy. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He stood up from his lap, and Saeyoung found himself missing the other’s hands over him. “You worked all day, you need to rest.” His heart would always warm at the thought of his boyfriend worrying for him, still not used to the emotion of being taken care of. He smiled fondly at him as he got up from his chair. Or, at least, he attempted to, get you from his chair; his face grew warmer becoming the same color as his hair.

“Ummm, baby? I’m stuck.”

[zionchubby14]

The Chocolate Factory - Part 5: The Golden Ticket

So here we are...the finale.  I want to say that this project has been an experience.  Writing the two middle chapters was something out of my comfort zone, but I am glad I did.  Hope you all enjoy this part.  And in case you didn’t read The Fudge Room, Blowing Up, I Want It Now, or By the Pale of the Television Light, just click on the story title and you can read them.  Enjoy!!!

In a large room built in the deepest part of the factory, Charlie started to fine tune the platforms for what he has planned.  This ends tonight, he thought as he tightens the last bolt of a wide steel platform.  With one last check on the supports, he wiped his brow and pulled out a radio from his pocket.

“Bring in the subjects.”

In a clutter, the doors open as several Oompa Loompas pulled in a large trolley.  On the trolley was a very large man with blonde hair.  His face covered in fudge as he sucked on a hose filling him with the creamy chocolate.

Charlie walked over as the Oompa Loompas struggled to roll the very obese man onto the platform, careful not to hurt him in any way.

“Hello, Augustus. How is my German piggy today?”

Augustus couldn’t respond anymore.  He was too enthralled with being stuffed.  Charlie lifted up his fat rolls around his penis, smiling as he found Augustus’ hard cock dripping with precum.  With a couple jerk of his cock, he could feel Augustus shoot his load without missing a drop of his daily diet of chocolatey meal.

“Good boy,” Charlie said as he wiped his hand onto the blubbery belly of the fat man. “Paulie, you keep him nice and fed while we set things up.  And start edging him.  I want his next load to be a big one.”

“Yes sir. He’ll be ready to shoot a massive load for you, sir.”

With a nod, Charlie went to check on the next person wheeled into the room.  A naked and hairy fat man laid on the ground.  He must’ve passed out from his daily feeding, as Charlie circled around him as the fat man was placed onto the platform.

“How is Vince today, Danny?”

“He’s doing well. The last of the blue skin faded two days ago, making him an endless eating machine.  He hasn’t cummed in a while, because whenever we tried to get him off, he would begin eating the Oompa Loompas.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.  Make sure to notify their families.”

“Of course. Anyway, he just finished his third breakfast a few minutes ago, so he’s going to sleep during the ritual.”

“Excellent. Lube him up the best you can and make sure his feeding tube is secure in his throat.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Charlie went over to the next subject.  Vic was busy chowing down as he had several Oompa Loompas fuck him in his large ass.  Charlie smiled as he approached the line of horny men waiting for their chance to pleasure the greedy pig.

“Justin, I see Vic has been very well kept.”

“Oh, yes, sir. He has been craving the loads of all of his feeders.  He’s put on a good 300 pounds since the last bit of treatment.  I assume you’ve seen the footage of when he managed to break out of the box.”

“Mmm, I have. I made a GIF of it and posted it anonymously on Tumblr.  The fanboys are loving it.”

“Hot.  Well, after the precession ends here, he’ll be nice and ready for you, sir.”

“Good.  Make sure he doesn’t shoot his load just yet. I want it for me.”

“Understood.”

Charlie walked away from the fuckfest and walked over to the last subject.  A lone couch sat on the platform, carrying a very obese man staring blankly at nothing.  Mike has changed very rapidly over the last few days, growing massively as he filled out and broken the couch he was on.

“Hank, is Mike alright?  He looks dead.  I need him alive.”

“Oh, he’s still alive, Mr. Bucket.  We haven’t had a chance to place his TV in front of him.  He gets that way due to the transformation, only functioning when he feels the TV on.”

“Good.  When was the last time he ejaculated?”

“A couple days. Our programming focused more on food in the last few days to prepare him for today.”

“Good.  Have him get ready and get every non-essential personnel out of here.  It’s almost time.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that last check, Charlie made his way to the center of the room.  Things were finally set for tonight.  With a quick change into a skimpy pair of Speedos, he stood on a platform in the center of the room.  Pressing a button, he felt the platform rise slowly into the air.

“My friends, it is good to see how you have changed in these last few months.  I know you can’t hear me in your fat and sex crazed minds, but I still feel the need to say something.

“You see, I brought you all here for one purpose: to change me.  And you’ll do that by giving me the essence that led you to this moment.  Your gluttony, your greed, your selfishness, and your sloth.  I never had any of that.  As a child, I had and wanted nothing.  I was a humble child raised in a poor house.  I was happy.  But when I met all of you and won the prize from the tour, I knew I wanted more.  I wanted what bad behavior you all had that turned you into naughty children.

“So I had Wonka keep surveillance on your four for me.  He knew I wanted that essence.  In return, I ran his company well for him, making new and spectacular treats for the world to enjoy.

“But sadly, he passed away.  But before he did, he shared with me a way to achieve what I wanted.  A ritual that the Oompa Loompas performed to choose a new leader amongst the tribe.  And you will help me perform that ritual.

“Hank, Paulie, Justin, Danny.  You have volunteered for this job and I thank you for your services.  I will make sure you will be handsomely rewarded.  Now, begin the ritual.”

Charlie grabbed a chain shackle connected to his platform and clasped the metal shackle around both of his wrists.  Once chained, he began to mutter some words to himself.

“Deerg rieth htiw em llif dna ecnesse eht brosba!”

As he repeated those words, the four Oompa Loompas with their fat subjects began to get very turned on.  The arousal made the four subjects want release badly.  They started bucking their hips as their bodies shook from their movements.  The four Oompa Loompas started to masturbate at the thought of what their boss will become at the end of this.

As Charlie continued to repeat the chant, he could feel some of the essence being absorbed into him.  It was from Augustus.  The need to be fed massive amounts of food.  Yes, this is what he wanted.  As he absorbed this essence, he could feel his body slowly start to fill out.  No more was he the lanky man that ran the company. He was now a chubby man, with red stretch marks forming on his growing belly.

Soon, he could feel the essence of Violet, or rather Vince.  Yes, that selfishness.  He felt the need to not share his food with anyone.  He wanted his own food.  Yes. He wanted that in him.  He grew even more, filling out more and more with each passing second.  His belly now started to sag over the waistband of his Speedos.  His pecs started to grow and sag, as the fat started to fill them out.  His ass started to spread the fabric of the Speedos, becoming flabbier and meatier as he filled from the essence.

As he was inflating, he could feel Vic’s essence next.  Vic’s greed and lust.  His need to be stuffed and fucked.  Charlie could feel his sex drive change as he continued to absorb this essence.  His once 9” cock, hard from the thought of being fucked on a daily basis as he stuffed his fat face, now began to be swallowed up by the pubic fat that filled out his pelvic region.  As it started to inflate, he felt the fabric of the Speedos give way and tear away, leaving him naked in his growing glory.

Lastly, he felt the essence of Mike come into his body.  That need to do nothing but eat and fuck.  Yes, that need to sit around and let his body grow.  He relished in it.  His body did to, as his legs were thickening with fat.  Soon, he couldn’t stand anymore and fell onto his fat ass, causing his whole body to jiggle from the fall.

With the last bit of essence coming into him, he signaled the four Oompa Loompas to bring over the four subjects, who were eager to pleasure their new fat sex toy. Augustus started to suck on Charlie’s tit, his tongue playfully teasing the nipple.  Vince started to run his tongue on Charlie tight hole.  Licking the sweat and juices from Charlie’s ass sent Charlie to start moaning in pleasure.  Vic came over and place his fat-covered dick into Charlie’s mouth. Charlie began to suck on the hard dick as Vic began to thrust his hips into Charlie’s mouth.  Finally, Mike, in his stupor, began to suck on Charlie’s dick, sucking hard on the shaft and teasing the tip lightly.

Hank, Paulie, Justin, and Danny stood and watched the fatty orgy from a distance, each now jerking the other off as they enjoyed the view of five sex-crazed fat men give themselves the greatest pleasure of their lives.

 ***

 Months had passed since that day.  Wonka’s Chocolate soon closed down, as the company no longer put out anymore products in stores.  The town suffered from the lack of business.  Citizens were forced to move from the city, leaving behind the memories they made.

Deep inside the factory, the Oompah Loompas lined up in huge lines, each of them carrying trays upon trays of food.  They were waiting for their chance.

At the end of the lines were five very obese men, all naked and waiting in eager anticipation for their meals to fatten themselves even more.  They knew their masters were waiting for them to finish their meal to receive their reward.

 So if you have ever dreamt of taking a tour of Wonka’s, be careful what you wish for. You might just get your lucky golden ticket.