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Congratulate me for hitting one year on T
Feedists only, we aren't doing that shit again
#trans feedist#queer feedist#getting fat on purpose#queer gainer#trans gainer#i look bigger irl but you know how gravity is#butch feedist#butch gainer#me
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🍒 ❤️ 🍒 ❤️ 🍒 ❤️
A true shame my matching necklace isn't visible in any of the pictures.
🍒 ❤️ 🍒 ❤️ 🍒 ❤️
#sapphic feedism#sapphic feedee#sapphic feeder#queer feedism#queer feedee#queer feeder#poccharihime#queer feedist#butch bait#femme4butch#femme feedism#feedee belly
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Feedist Kinktober Day 9- Massively Milky/Euphoria
"Mmm, this is a great milkshake!" I exclaim, sipping happily on the strawberry milkshake you made.
"No problem sweetie," You said, caressing my gut. I shiver slightly, and lean further into the dining room chair. My face flushed as I continued to suck on my strawberry milkshake.
I don't notice your hand snaking to my boobs. I don't notice your hands tweaking my nipples. A soft moo escapes my lips as I continue to suck on the strawberry milkshake. The more you tweak my nipples, the more they grew heavy. As if something was inflating them from the inside. I suck on the straw harder, mixing all the flavors in my mouth.
"UUUURP-"
"Excuse you," You chuckle, your hands massaging my clearly growing boobs. I moan, my hands rubbing the sides of my gut. I'm breathing through my nose and moan.
"Ughhh, that was soooo good sweetie. Damn, you did a BRUU-UUURP good job," I murmur.
I begin groaning feeling one hand rubbing up and down my sides. The other hand tweaking my nipples. A thin stream of milk finally trickles down my breast. I hump the chair slightly, whining softly at your hands.
"Pleaseeeee," I whimper.
One of your hands slips from my breast, deciding to let me fill up with milk. Instead, you slip a hand under my pants and into my boxers. You grin, your curls pressing against my cheeks. You smell like sweet strawberry milk.
"Please what?"
"Please let me cum," I whine. I practically can't breathe from the euphoria.
"Okay sweetie, but only because it's gonna make your milk sweeter. Now what do good little butch cows say?"
"Moooo~"
#feedist kinktober#feedist kinktober 2024#hucow transformation#hucow fantasy#lactation kink#decided to do something different with a butch sub#hope yall enjoy!#feedism kink#stuffing kink#breast expansion#weight gain kink
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so uh. i wrote some lesbian feedism erotica :)
"daddy, can we keep him?"
contains: threesome, butch/butch/femme, Sir/boy, Daddy dyke, Dom/sub, butch4butch, stuffing, force-feeding, eructo, alcohol, intox, T-dick, butch bottom penetration, face-sitting, fingering, strap, teasing/mild humiliation, praise, under-negotiated kink, mild dubcon
summary: A butch/femme feedist couple go out for dinner, and end up taking their "dessert" to go.
word count: 9,704
♥︎ read on ao3 ♥︎
(you don't need an ao3 account to read and comment!)
#plushe writes#feedism fantasy#queer feedism#wg text#wg fiction#PLS read the content warnings and tags!!!!#it's a touch heavier on the sex part than the feedism but the feedism is for sure there
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Business woman returns home for some reason, and town wants her to stay. Cut to them feeding her until she's massive and the local lesbian claims her
obsessed with the idea of a feedist hallmark movie
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thinking very hard of mutual femme butch gaining 🧠
Happy for you! I don't really go here (femme4butch dynamics or mutual gaining), so I'm rolling this concept around in my head in a sort of abstract women-appreciating way. The feedist dyke equivalent of eating a meal your friend cooks for you that isn't exactly to your taste and you'd never make for yourself, but you value their perspective and the fact that they shared it with you ❤️🍟
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I’m V (they/them)
24 | queer | nonbinary
im a full time butch-fag boy-dyke
this is a kink blog where i post and reblog explicit and inherently sexual content stuff, as well as non NSFW stuff that makes me laugh. generally feedism and wg related content.
i’ve gained weight on purpose before to which you can find the content i’ve made in the tags below.
i don’t always interact on here, if you’ve ever sent me a message (ty and ily btw) this will sum it up:
since this is mainly a feedism blog here’s my little kink jars:
this blog is a space space for feedists that are trans and queer folk, POCs, punks, commies, furries, disabled, or generally “weird” and “fucked up”
this blog is NOT a safe place for bigots, TERFs, MAPs, zoophiles or MINORS! no thinspo or pro ED. support palestine or gtfo. cishet men you are on thin ice.
remember, have fun and enjoy your tour
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Finally cooling down enough to wear cute pj's again!
#queer feedism#femme feedist#femme feeder#femme feedee#butch bait#fat femme#queer feedee#queer feeder#poccharihime#sapphic feedism#feedee belly#sapphic feedee#feeding kink#lesbian feeder#lesbian feedee#lesbian feedist
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Feedist Kinktober - Day 27
(Prompts: Boozy Belly 🍺 / Dragon's Hoard 🐉)
[Content notes: Fat FtM main character; Thin nonbinary love interest; M/Nb attraction dynamics; belly play; mild intoxication]
Game Night
Flynn loved his tabletop gaming group dearly. He'd met the core members when he was still in Engineering school, and not a single one of them at the time had said anything bad or weird about his transition. Now, four years later, and a few of them were out too as various things. A couple of the guys, Kyle and Oliver, had come out as gay, and Dana had come out as a woman.
And then there was Duane, bless him, who was cis and straight and often forgot that Flynn was trans and called him "big bro" despite the fact that, although Flynn did have a few inches and at least a hundred pounds on him, Duane was like forty or something.
Tonight Dana was hosting. She and her wife lived in a manse, which she enjoyed telling new group members every time and assuring them that she "thoroughly witchified it" with a smirk.
She greeted Flynn wearing a cute little sundress that accentuated her petite figure, and gestured for him to head to the dining room-slash-gaming table.
"Vivian made miniature pop tarts for tonight, Flynn. Do you like miniature pop tarts?"
Flynn shrugged. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen a miniature pop tart.
"Good man," she said, patting him on the back. "They're cherry filled."
As they headed into the dining room, Flynn spotted a new face. The new person had short dark hair combed off to the side, wearing a red flannel and a black tank top. They looked to be in their mid-20s.
"That's Eli," Dana said. "They were on the Pride planning committee with me this summer."
Eli offers a wave. "Hey."
Flynn takes the empty seat next to Eli. "I'm Flynn."
"Cool. Nice to meet you. So Dana says you're an engineer too?"
"Yep. IT. And you?"
Eli laughs. "Hell no. I like to think of my career as being more gay disaster, terror to gender everywhere. Something like that." They take a sip of their beer. "And by that I mean I'm an event planner."
Eli smiled at Flynn and looked into his eyes for a second, and Flynn couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. Eli's skin looked so clear and soft, a nice contrast to their sharp jawline and visible cheekbones. He wanted to touch it, if he was being honest with himself.
Flynn takes the beer handed to him by Dana and opens it. He takes a sip, in motion with Eli. "That must be interesting, though."
"It is what it is, I guess," Eli shrugs.
Flynn frowns at the apparent end of the conversation, wishing he'd had more courage or at least affability to keep talking to this person.
The first board game they played was some game where people had to draw pictures that could only be of adjectives that could be used to describe the thing, but not the thing itself.
Flynn's partner was Jade, Dana's best friend. But Flynn had already had two beer by this point, and Jade had already had half a bottle of wine.
"Goddammit Flynn, it's not a hockey stick! Hockey stick isn't even an adjective! Dana, why can't I be your partner?" Jade whined.
Dana waved at her and squeezed her wife's hand. "Sorry bestie. Viv and I have a mind link."
Jade slumped down in her chair.
Unsurprisingly, Flynn and his partner came last.
*****
The second game was some trivia thing and Flynn was paired up with Kyle, who knew everything about everything.
It was mostly smooth sailing for them, thankfully. Flynn had probably have five beer by then, but Kyle didn't drink so he was in fine form. At least until they ended up with a question about music history and Vivian, a muscular butch who was at least six feet tall, threatened to cut him if she didn't give him the point. Kyle refused to relent, but his answer was wrong anyway.
In the end, they won the game, even if Vivian did silently signal that she still had her eyes on Kyle.
*****
As Flynn had lost count of how many beer he'd had by this time, he figured it was maybe more than he should've had, but he was paired with Eli for the third game, that much he did know.
The game itself involved a dragon in some way. You had to steal things from the dragon, and get them...somewhere? For reasons?
Eli was really pretty.
Shit, though. Did they like being called pretty? Flynn knew firsthand the power of a gender-affirming compliment. He'd die if someone called him pretty, but getting called handsome, rare as it happened, could sustain him for days.
"You look good," Flynn said, the words rolling out of his mouth.
"Hmm?" Eli looked at him, his eyes a bit dazed-looking. He'd probably had a few too many too.
"I dunno. Pick the term you like to use. But, like, you look so good. I want to touch your face."
There was a pause.
"You too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Flynn felt the warmth of Eli's hand touching his cheek. He leaned into it, until the pressure again left him. "That was nice."
Eli then whispered in his ear, making the hairs on his neck bristle. "Hey, can I?"
Flynn had no idea what Eli was talking about until they put a hand on his large belly that rested on his thighs.
He nodded quietly.
Eli made happy noises as he reached underneath Flynn's T-shirt and quietly massaged Flynn's belly for a moment until stopped when Dana looked over at them.
"I mean, we're both pretty wasted, huh?"
"Yeah," Flynn said, his whole body suddenly feeling warm and alive from Eli's touch.
"We probably shouldn't."
"Yeah."
Eli whispered again. "But I would."
"Yeah?"
"Oh hell yeah," Eli said, slipping his hand under Flynn's shirt again, just for a second, before getting back to the game.
#feedist kinktober 2024#feedist kinktober#fat ftm main character#nonbinary love interest#cw intoxication#belly play#M/Nb couple dynamics
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Feedist Kinktober Day 2- Masquerade Ball
You look at how the suit hugs your frame. Your girlfriend had thought you needed an upgrade and at first you thought she was just teasing you about your weight again. Now, you realize she was right.
Ever since you started t you had built up a lot of muscle but a lot of fat too. Both of which you loved but you were so unaware of your size at times. You hadn't noticed how shoulders had bulked in your shirts. How your biceps stretched out against your shirts, how your thick hairy legs made any pants you wore skinny jeans. Now you sat here looking like one hot fat butch but straining against your suit. You sighed. And there wasn't a chance in hell you were going to find a tailor before the Ball tonight.
"What's wrong baby?" Your girlfriend asks as she walks into the room.
She's stunning in the deep rogue dress she has on. The corset upheld her big boobs tastefully. The dress hugged the low hanging u-curve of her belly. You scratched your own belly, a twinge of primal lust taking over.
She giggles. "Already hungry big boy?"
She rubs your belly. You hadn't eaten yet. Your girlfriend promised you that she would feed you at the ball. It was one of those kinky balls where discretion was key. Hence the Masquerade element. One of her coworkers snagged tickets for herself and her partner but they got sick. So they kindly gifted the tickets to your girlfriend and you.
"Well if you're gonna tease a growing boy, yeah I'm feeling hungry." You giggle, nibbling on her lip.
"Hmmm, we'll see how well behaved you are. Especially if these buttons are already about to fall off." She giggles again. Her big, beautiful brown curls blocking out her eyes. You nod, almost dazed.
She loops her arms in yours as you travel to your car and get in. When you arrive at the mansion, it was already an hour drive. Now you were starting to get grouchy. That t hunger was something fierce and so was your sex drive. Upon arriving at the party, your coats are taken and you are handed masks.
Your girlfriend gets handed a traditional vampire masquerade mask. But you were handed a wolf's mask. You thought nothing of it as you were granted entry into the ballroom. You sniff the air and follow your nose to the buffet line. You don't even notice the other people gorging themselves and becoming more monstrous as they fed. Some part of you know what your seeing isn't normal but you don't care, you're hungry.
While some danced, your girlfriend couldn't help but notice the two pinhole pricks on their necks. The bloating and sloshing of bellies filled with a mysterious liquid. Red tint on their teeth, more like their canines. She's asked to dance by a woman even fatter by her and seeing you enjoy yourself, she dances.
As the night continues, you don't notice your more bestial transformation. As others dance, blood and music fills the air. But you're too concerned with stuffing yourself on expensive meats. Raw, roasted, smoked, grilled. If it's meat it ended up in your snout. Your suit jacket had already burst off. Your belly sat in your lap, heavy and full from how you were gorging yourself on the buffet table.
"Awww, look at my hungry boy," your girlfriend chuckled.
She walked over, snapping you out of your daze. You let out a long belch, and rub your belly. You don't notice the red staining her lips. The slight glowing red tinge to her eyes. Or the holes on her neck. She easily lifts you up and helps you to your feet.
You rumble softly. You sniff her. A new scent blended into her old one. The smell of spiced wines and blood. Something so sweet it had to be rotting. And something told you, you should've been concerned but you very much loved the new scents.
"Shall we dance?" She asked, her tongue licking at your neck. You growled softly. A belch escapes you and lasts a few seconds. You scratch your torn dress shirt with newly formed claws.
"In a bit, gotta digest... then we dance," you murmured. Your body wanted to just rest and sleep right then.
"Mmmm, then you don't mind me having a bit?" She asked, leading you away from the buffet table and dance floor.
She had you sit at one of the round tables in a dark corner. Where other masked women rubbed their butches bellies or even feeding on some; masks still on. Your girlfriend sat you down, mask still on, her newly sharpened teeth digging into your neck. You grunted softly and then moaned as you could feel her drink from you. Her u shaped belly had inflated from her time on the dance floor. Her hands scratched at the new found firmness of your belly.
"Don't sleep baby," she murmured, "You still owe me a dance."
#didn't expect this to be this long#hope yall enjoy#feedist kinktober#feedist kinktober 2024#sapphic feedism#black feedism#mutual stuffing#rapid weight gain#fat werewolves#fat miguel#fat butch#butch x femme
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Hi <3 <3
I put most of the basics in the blog description, but basically this blog is for online kink stuff aside from the sexy gay stories we write. If you want to check those out, we post them on DeviantArt, FurAffinity, and Archive of Our Own (new!).
Handy Links:
https://www.deviantart.com/hungrygaydragon
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/hungrygaydragon
https://archiveofourown.org/users/HungryGayDragon/works
Also, as a note, we're a close dissociative system--basically, a lil group of identities that switch frequently, but just two of us run this blog. It's relevant to mention because we engage with sex and kink in different ways. We're going to (try to) start tagging our posts as such, for the sake of peeps who wanna interact with us.
ava, #ava posting: Ava's the one who originally made this blog. Femme lesbian puppygirl submissive feedee, loves praise and (positive) teasing, wannabe housepet and sometimes prey (if it involves fattening her up first!)
seija, #seija posting: Seija's also a feedee, but is the inverse of Ava in a lot of ways. Butch bi dyke, sexually dominant, loves to spoil a pet with food, wolf/dragon/still pinning down a sona, pred (especially if she gets to fatten you up first!) Might be a bit slow/hesitant to post at first, since, as mentioned, Ava's mostly been running this since the get-go.
We made this blog to follow cute feedists and furries, post our own pics when we have the confidence (#my pics), and make some new friends in this kink space. If you wanna chat about anything kink (not just feedism), queer, writing, furry, etc. hit us up :)
Some more general things about us:
We're both trans, nonbinary, queer, lesbian. Been on HRT for over a year now, best decision of our life.
We're polyamorous; have 3 girlfriends, all of whom encourage/enable us to gain weight, so…yeah U///U
We’ve been into feedism by some name or another for most of our life. Mostly lurked online until we started writing and posting smut as an outlet. We held off on gaining for a long time. For one, it hasn’t always been the easiest with our metabolism and neurodivergence. For two, thanks to hella dysphoria, we weren't into my body shape, at all. But we’ve made a lot of good choices in the past few years, and they’ve rewarded us with soft curves that we hoped for but never expected. We have a soft goal of 200 for now, but we're pretty sure at this stage we''ll go past that ;)
We're into a bunch of kinks besides feedism as well (see above discussion of our IDs). We're into dom/sub, bondage, pain, biting & clawing, petplay, and is generally down to try new things for the people we're into.
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Also a femme4butch fat admirer. Never entered a true feedist role since I’m submissive and don’t like to tell my partner what to do. But watching how much my butch enjoys eating.. watching their tummy get bigger while we’re at a gay dinner party where everyone made food and brought wine. It’s. So. Sexy. and actually I think lots of lesbians are into their partners gaining weight and eating. It’s definitely my kink.
oh my GOODNESS i’m so sorry to be answering this lovely ask so late, thank you so much for reaching out 🥺💓 i feel less alone now and it makes me so happy.
i do think feedism is much more common among lesbians than it would appear, and it’s sad that on the lesbian circles of tumblr (especially butchfemme tumblr) there is so much hatred towards feedism because like. soft feedism ties so well into butchfemme culture?? the eroticism of domesticity, the eroticism of caretaking, just loving your partner so much that you want them to be always warm and safe and to never go hungry not even for a moment?? for your adoration to show visibly in how much softer your partner gets from being loved by you???? that’s butchfemme shit right there.
GOD butches who enjoy eating are soooo sexy. it sounds like you’re living the dream!! thank you again for this lovely message 💖
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#as a fat butch dyke #i want to feel desired #and i don't want people to have to step on eggshells and want me the right way #so basically i want kink at pride #feedists at fat lib #and freaks and weirdos on either side of me #honestly imo saying feedists don't belong in fat lib feels a lot like saying lesbians can't be a part of feminism
“no feedists in fat liberation” really echoes “no kink at pride” sentiment to me. feedists and freaks have been in both the fat and queer liberation movements since the beginning. the founder of the first fat acceptance organization, naafa (founded just 2 weeks after the stonewall riots), was a self proclaimed ‘fat admirer’ who wanted to create a better world for his fat wife. not to credit a thin white man for the legacy of fat lib, really the more influential figures branched off of naafa were the fat underground: politically radical, fat lesbians who had regular retreats & were very open about fat sexuality. we had the gay chub/chaser scene which originated with girth & mirth in new york and san francisco the 1970s, some of the first spaces where fat men could feel accepted and be desired openly. for as long as there’s been positive ideas about fat, there have been people who love it.
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call us cowie or cow, use she/he/it pronouns or plural they/them for us, and treat us as a single entity unless asked otherwise. we are bodily 18, both adults and alters in a system. we are dating each other and exclusively practice our kinks in headspace or on the body. we are also trying hard to write in a way that isn't recognisable, and aren't interested in any online relationships right now. this is a sideblog - we will not like any posts, answer asks or dm with you. we have no other feedist accounts on any other platform.
we are both lesbian (one of us is butch, one of us is femme) and aroace, and use kink as a form of stimming and as a way to combat our depression. we take turns being the feeder and feedee. you can distinguish us by our signoffs, -🐂 for femme alter, -🐄 for butch alter. we are primarily interested in female and nonbinary content, but are willing to consume content of men as we understand we can be aesthetically attracted to them without being sexually attracted. PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG ART OF US TO FANDOM TAGS.
we are interested in being referred to as a cow (obviously), feedism, mild weight gain, eructo and eprocto, royalty kink/regency, mild dom/sub dynamics, brat enabling and on a hypothetical level, emeto and vore (both fatal and safe)
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Sometimes I just have the strongest need to have a hairy little pig boy in my home to tease and play with. They (pig boy is not gender exclusive) could lay all day on a nice comfy pet bed on the floor next to the couch so I could just reach over and feed them little treats and jiggle their fuzzy little piggy belly and call them awful things because they enjoy the loving humiliation of it ❤️ the dream
#pig play#feedist#if any greedy little butch pig boys want to move in with me please email your cv in post haste#overwhelming need to call someone a dirty gluttonous piglet and lick the melted chocolate from the side of their mouth to prove it#dont mind me im just having thoughts
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@feedeebunny caught my gamer belly
#butch#wlw#sapphic#lgbtq#butch4brat#butch4femme#nonbinary#enby#transgender#ldov#feedist#fat admirer#encourager#chubby#belly#soft tummy#daddy#bd/sm dom
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