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envihellbender · 4 months ago

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Headcanons: DBD killers of your choice with an immobile S/O

For some reason even though I prefer submissive feeders, a lot of these were submissive feedees…

Content: extreme weight gain, dom/sub feedee/feeder (both variations), soft and hard feedism, some force, some gross references that aren’t gone into, 18+

The Trapper

Evan (Trapper) is a loving romantic feeder with Maxie (Hillbilly) feedee, not completely intentional but it becomes it over time.

Evan originally enjoys spending time with Maxie because his new friend has absolutely no idea who Evan is. Living in isolation no one had ever heard of the Miner (a title the Entity at least had the grace not to bestow upon Evan) or the MacMillan family. When he saw how much of a cruel childhood and life Maxie had had Evan found him feeling protective of the one person he could be his true, complete self around.

Evan realised quickly that Maxie hadn’t ever eaten much but gruel, rotten vegetables, and uncooked meat. That was how it started, Evan using the Entities realms to take Maxie to the nicest restaurants. Not particularly fancy places, just homely ones where they were the only customers and buffets materialised in front of them.

It didn’t take long for Maxie to discover he had a sweet tooth - cake and ice cream in particular, that he liked chicken fat better cooked, and that there were more fruits than rotting apples and blackberries.

Somewhere along the way it becomes less about Evan showing Maxie everything he’s missed and more about shoving cake into his mouth and watching his ever growing gut pour into his lap. It’s about rubbing Maxie’s stuffed gut and helping him to his feet. Evan expected to experience the Entity’s wrath when Maxie could no longer walk without aid… but quite the contrary. The Entity had a a soft spot for Maxie however, and decided that its realm had great use for an immobile blob, a sweet young man to feed full to the brim. There were so many different ways the creatures it tormented could be cooked after all.

The Cannibal

Bubba is a devoted, romantic feeder, but his victim is a very reluctant feedee.

Bubba loves to cook, and he always cooks far too much. Usually this means in his little cottage the Entity has made for him there’s hundreds of carefully sealed boxes and just as many jars filled with different dishes. Something about this realm means food doesn’t go bad here, only there however, if Bubba doesn’t harvest the food outside quick enough it rots far too quickly. As a result, any visitor he has ends up being given a delicious feast and leftovers to go home with.

So when you show up, despite how suspicious he is since he never saw strangers round these parts, he was delighted to have someone to break bread with. Or rather, someone to feed, and feed, and feed. At least he wanted to, but you looked so terrified of him. He supposed it was his appearance… but that was fine, you’d learn not to be afraid eventually. For now he’ll just have to tie you to the kitchen chair to make sure you don’t escape before you realise.

It doesn’t matter how much you refuse to eat, he shoves it all in your mouth anyway, and since you look so skinny he’s added some of his specially made appetite enhancers. As a result it’s not long before your aching, growling stomach is screaming for him to feed you. He doesn’t account for how much of an effect they have when you have gained such a large amount, when he doesn’t wake up in time for breakfast one day he comes in to see you’ve began eating the dining table. A cute glassy eyed expression on your face and splinters stuck in your huge plump lips.

By the time you’ve breached a thousand pounds your brain is essentially gone. Bubba has moved you to the bedroom, all comfortable and welcoming with no need for rope that bites into your ever growing joints (which are no longer visible under your shapeless mass.) You make noises like a hog instead of speaking, not that you have anything worth saying. All you want and need is food, a constant supply to keep you nice and full… Not that your ever full these days.

The Ghost Face

Jed would initiate a 24 hour sub/dom feedee/feeder relationship at the drop of a hat, in this case with the reader.

You recognise Jed Olsen instantly from the first day he enters your parents’ restaurant. You had woken up at 6:00am every morning to read his latest reports on the Roseville Murderers, and everything he’d ever written on historical true crime, your favourite being his analysis of the Miner. You felt like you got him more than anyone else did, and it was to your shame that the first time you saw him whilst you sat on a reinforced chair at the table opposite surrounded by your college work that your dad came over shouting ‘hey piggy’. A humiliating nickname referring to your five hundred pound body, and unfortunately that was what caught his attention.

The next time he came in you paid for his meals and declared them on the house, he came over to say thank you, a little smirk on his lips as he caught a glimpse of your work for your Criminology course. You couldn’t help but grin as you were currently working on your report of “Why We Need the Ghost Face Killer”. You knew your professor wouldn’t accept it, but geniuses weren’t always appreciated in their time.

He didn’t come in the next day to your dismay, but when you heard his voice at the door at closing time you felt your heartbeat in your ears. You couldn’t speak as he came to your regular table with two large boxes of donuts. Your dad gave a disapproving look but stayed quiet, “the customer was always right” after all. Jed asked if you wanted to talk true crime and share some snacks, you didn’t notice that he didn’t touch the donuts, he just watched you eat them. That was always what he called your first date.

Things moved very quickly after that, as soon as you admitted you knew he was the Ghost Face killer there was no need for secrecy. Jed set out a list of rules for you to follow from now on. Firstly, you would eat whatever he gave you whenever he gave it to you. It didn’t matter what you were doing - sleeping, jerking off, shitting, if he had food to shove in your mouth it was filling your mouth. End of discussion. Secondly, Jed was your owner now, and he decided everything from the clothes you wore, to the places you went to, and to who you spoke to. Finally, and most importantly, you would he weighed daily. If your weight went down you’d be punished, if it went up you’d be rewarded. You didn’t have a choice really, he pretended you did but given that he was shoving cake in your mouth as he told you, and given that he’d just fucked you full of his seed that was dripping down your bloated fupa… what were you going to say?

The best part was when you reached immobility, the first day you tried to get out of bed and failed he was delighted. When you tried harder and just broke the rail Jed had installed for you in your new home (no college dorms any more, his pet didn’t need college), he was so happy he gave you the best reward he could. You were going to be his new corpse disposal, and you couldn’t think of a higher honour.

The Pig

Amanda is a submissive feeder to a dominant feedee, Michael Myers.

It was an unexpected pairing. They first started talking when Amanda had a lunch box filled with delicious homemade food shoved into her hands from Bubba, the third of the week. Amanda hadn’t ever had much of an appetite during her life, so in the Entity’s realm she never ate. She didn’t have to, it wasn’t fun, why bother? However she didn’t have enough experience accepting presents to know how to turn them down. This time, Michael waddled over to her, it was strange - she’d heard of the Halloween Murders but she hadn’t ever pictured Michael as being quite so obese. It seemed the Entity changed them all. She didn’t know how but despite him not talking she knew he was asking if she was going to eat the gift, she shrugged and handed it over. It seemed this new arrangement would suit everyone involved.

Amanda began bringing Bubba’s gifts to Michael, unaware to begin with that he’d already received a large amount from the Cannibal. With twice as much of one food source, on top of everything else - especially with the appetite enhancers Bubba drugged his food with - Michael began to gain to a far greater extent. Amanda found herself hanging around him, finding she actually quite liked serving him. He got more and more demanding as he grew, and Amanda became softer and meeker. When he became immobile she responded by using him as a gigantic bed. She’d climb on top of his gut and curl up to sleep, she’d stretch out and laze around, and shove food and corpses into Michael’s mouth.

Michael was always demanding about his requests, and if Amanda was too slow she’d feel some fat fingers tugging on her hair, or she’d have a gigantic roll crush her small body when she returned. She was expected to predict when he would be hungry, and she got very good at it. She enjoyed having a space where she was completely dependent on someone else, she needed extreme amounts of control or none at all.

Michael never seemed interested in Amanda when it came to sex, and she didn’t care much about intimacy when it came to him either. No, their relationship was entirely about causing Michael to be as fat as possible, and giving Amanda a firm hand so she could just be a pet whose special trick was bringing food to her master.

The Trickster

Ji-Woon feeds his partner out of sadism, and Jed gains out of careless hedonism.

Ji-Woon doesn’t like Jed at all. He can’t stand him, but also considers him fascinating. Whenever Jed laughs or goes on about the Miner or his other heroes Ji-Woon cringes and scoffs, he was such an embarrassing little fanboy. However, the fact Jed hung around Ji-Woon so much wasn’t really something he fought against. In fact, he decided to play a game to see just how oblivious he could be, to prove he wasn’t the master stalker he claimed.

It started small, they’d always eat lunch together - Ji-Woon would have something small and he’d watch as Jed stuffed his face again, and again, and again. He’s even encouraged it, plating up more food than he could eat and pushing it towards Jed. After that, it’s easy. A few comments about how attractive fat men are, Ji-Woon lightly brushes his index finger over Jed’s ever-growing gut… Soon Jed is gorging himself regularly for a little bit of Ji-Woon’s attention.

Thankfully, the Entity is on board and adapts Jed’s abilities to work despite his size - especially since at five hundred pounds Jed’s asthma means he can’t walk too long at all. Ji-Woon, represses a cruel laugh at his wheezing chest and deep red cheeks. Instead he croons, stroking Jed’s face and feigning sympathy.

It’s only when Jed is a thousand pounds and beyond repair that Ji-Woon comes clean. He slaps Jed’s gut cruelly and admits this was simply a curiosity to him, a game. Surely a master stalker based killer should have realised that sooner? He brags about how much cleverer he is, and how Jed is just his pathetic little pet hog.

What Ji-Woon doesn’t account for is the fact Jed can still lift his arms, and how it feels to be crushed under gigantic, heavy, sweat soaked rolls of flesh.

The Huntress

She is a devoted feeder, but her feeder has to be forced into both being fed and romance for a while until their brain has been broken.

Ever since she found you in the forest bleeding to death, you’ve never been able to leave your bed. She nursed you back to health, but she also restrained you with bonds tighter than steel.

The rope against your wrists and ankles didn’t loosen until the masses of meat she brought you to eat began to make your body too huge and weak to rise yourself.

At first you were a weeping, skinny little thing, tugging at your ropes and unappreciative of all she was doing for you. Screaming at every opportunity. As soon as you hit three hundred pounds your attitude changed. You began mewling for her, licking the blood from the dead carcasses she brought you off of her fingers.

By the time you are an immobile blob, you are truly devoted to her. You feel a pain in your gut when she is away, needing to eat to hide it to the point where if enough meat is not left you begin eating the furniture. Not that your love ever scolds you if you do, she hums, giggles and rubs your gut, she teases you a little but apologises for being late as she climbs onto you - your body now being her bed and dwarfing even her.

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