#evil feeder

[bothsinfulandsweet]

make me finish it🥺

[fatguarddog]

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You've been gaining a lot of weight recently and don't know why, so you're back at the doctor's office to figure something out with him. The doctor is happy to inspect you and comment on your growing body, soon he reveals his true intentions for you as his work-in-progress piggy and gives you more instructions to follow 🐽

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Ahh, good to see you again. What seems to be the problem today? You’ve been putting on weight recently despite the diet I put you on? Hmm, yes I can see that… are you sure you haven’t been missing any days with the vitamins and shake supplements? Ok, how strange then. I think it’s best we examine you, maybe try a couple tests.

Stand here for me. Hmm, your belly really is looking quite porky, isn’t it? Your shirt doesn’t seem to cover it anymore. Just roll it up for me and I’ll take some measurements like I did last time so we can make a new plan. Yes, I see you have a few more inches round your middle now… you’re feeling awfully doughy too. Now let’s see your thiiighs… upper arms… your chest… that’s right… Well it seems the most of the weight has stuck to your belly, but you’ve definitely gained all over.

Let’s have you on the inspection table so I can try a few things. Strip down to your underwear and hop on up. Ah, no. Not lying down, on all fours please. There we go, that’s great, just let me get my gloves on. Mmm you really are looking like quite the plump piglet with your potbelly hanging down like that. Ah ah ah, don’t squirm at my touch, I’m merely inspecting you. Your jiggling belly, your rounded out ass, the growth in your chest… it’s all quite delightful. Better than I could have expected, really.

Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy this piggy. You’re practically frozen to the spot! And I can see the wet patch spreading in your pants. Just relax and let the doctor take care of you. Mmmm, yes that’s right, grind against my fingers as I admire your progress.

You’re much better as a pathetic little porker, aren’t you my piglet? Though we’ll have you growing into a proper piggy in no time, I’m sure. I could just tell when you came in here seeking weight loss advice that you’d be much happier giving in to your urges and gaining instead. I have a knack for seeing through people like that. And I know you’ve been enjoying my ‘diet plan,’ it seems you’ve been having more shakes per day than what the doctor ordered with just how pudgy you’re looking.

Mmm, keep grinding tubby. Let me rub some muscle relaxant cream into your plush rear. No, don’t worry about the needle, you won’t feel a thing. It’s just a fun little concoction to boost your appetite for me. See! Didn’t hurt a bit, did it? Good pig.

Alright, put your clothes back on. Hmm? Look, if you’re that desperate my eager little piglet, then you can get yourself off thinking about how fat I’m going to make you from here. But you need to listen to the doctor’s orders now.

It seems you’ve already been having two shakes on some days, so from now on I want you to do that every day, plus regular meals. Whatever your piggy heart desires. You must also be sure to keep taking your pills, they keep you nice and lazy after all. You’ll come in for a monthly check up so I can track your progress until I deem you ready for me to make a house call to you where I’m sure we’ll have plenty of fun together. Do you understand me? Good piggy.

[dionysianchub]

What a pathetic pig you are. I mean look at you. You look like you don't do anything if you arent able to eat while doing it at the same time. And all of it adds up and your belly looks like it ate your lap and is ready to take up even more space. Do you even care? Do you even want to stop your body from losing every firm thing about you and replace it with more lard? Watching every shirt your own stretch and tear as it tries to contain your obesity. Having all your shirt buttons hold on for dear life and always be one false move away from popping. Your pants constantly shrinking in the wash that you struggle to put them on.

One day you'll be found by some evil scientist who will tie you down and funnel feed you his fattening formula. I bet you would only pretend to fight for freedom once you learned what would be your fate. Every seallow making you feel warm as you expand. Fat covering more and more. Double and triple chins growing and keeping you from looking down. Belly so large you can't reach around. Ass so wide you have no chance of buying just one seat on a place again. Everything about you coated in more lard by the second. You would eagerly drink it up until you were even more helpless than before. You would be too horny to stop in that moment. You would know you would regret swallowing so eagerly later, but for now thos inner pig genetics are waking up and taking full effect. You'll become a pathetic fat fuck with no one to blame but yourself

You're absolutely right, except I probably wouldn't even pretend to fight back (unless I liked the punishment). This is one of my top fantasies, I dream of having some evil feeder lock me away and pump my body full of food and gainer shakes and straight up lard until my body swells into a mound of fat and fleshy rolls. I know I'd cry and make such pitiful moans when my belly grew too full to fit another bite, but deep down I'd be desperate for my gut to make room so they could resume my fattening. I'd be so ashamed as my mobility slipped away, as my arms grew too heavy to lift and my fingers too plump to bend, but that shame will only make me hornier for more fat to pile on my heaving frame. I want to know the futility of being too heavy to roll onto my side, feeling hundreds of pounds of belly lard slosh back and forth and my pillowy moobs smothering my face as I struggle like the most pitiful turtle. I want to know the desperation of being so severely obese that I'm unable to do anything but uselessly hump my buried nub into my own fat pad for relief. Only as my freedom is stolen from me can I truly be liberated, free to do the one thing I've always wanted to do - which is nothing at all. Nothing but eating and serving as my feeder's big, fat toy.

If you're an evil feeder, consider this my application. 😂

[makeamericaeatagain]

Maybe you should be less concerned with the health consequences of that triple bacon cheeseburger and more concerned with how I'll punish you if you don't finish it.

[bothsinfulandsweet]

hard to believe these jeans are new

[housecow]

what's your darkest feedee fantasy? i've seen you post some pretty steamyd deathfeedist stuff so i'm curious how far your fantasies go

emotional manipulation… make me so dependent and helpless that even if i wanted to lose weight, im so steeped in these horrible habits that it’s not possible. train me to turn to food at every disappointment

and even when you come home and i’m teary eyed, unable to get up by myself and weighed down by my unmanageable tits and belly—finally realizing that i need to stop—coo and tell me it’s okay, keep handing me snacks. make sure i eat my feelings. everything is fine as long as i keep doing what you say. mix edibles and whatever other meds i need into my shakes every night… my anxiety is obviously out of control if i keep eating this way and you know what will fix that

every time i get close to asking you to stop, make sure im too full to voice that. you know what’s best, even if i cry and beg to stop eating you know what i need.

it’s so fucked up honestly but god. the idea of not being able to turn back, wedging myself into a lifestyle i can never escape, is too good

[bothsinfulandsweet]

need me an evil feeder (or two)

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[zoomclown]

i know it's late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY WARREN GODBY

[markiafc]

[thecrownestt]

The rule of the game was meant to be fun. It was meant to be playful.

"Let's try something new, I would loveee to see how driven you can be with the right motivation. I want to set a lofty goal for you. No touching, no squeezes, no massages, no self-touching, no love-making until you find a way to eat...hmm...how about 10,000 calories in one day? Most would say no, but most don't melt to my touch the way you do. Be the BEST piggy for one day, and you get the BEST I can offer you."

It wasn't supposed to be too difficult. We had talked about trying for that symbolic caloric goal. It's already mostly in reach on the days where he's attentive and the meals come very steadily. Sure. A little denial of orgasm, a little submissive pig caught under the thumb of a coercive feeder. Play along.

It has been four days now.

He's lying to me. He must be.

The first day was planned meticulously. He was not going to help, per a secondary rule. All the meals and snacks had to come from within a personal fountain of desire and determination. Prove that his pig is, in fact, a pig when left to its own piggy devices.

So I ate.

Start with a hard, concerted bang. A few breakfast sandwiches, a smoothie, a danish. Count the calories...ok, a big dent made in the goal before 11am. Plenty of time to snack while selecting a lunch order. Rinse and repeat for another 2-3 meals.

He looked at my tally. Look! There was even room to spare. 10,700 calories...it was 11:30pm. The day was not over. The goal is achieved. Now, please. Please please please. Touch me. Praise me. Embrace me. The pig was a pig.

"Not quite, dear. Look at this math...so sloppy. I know you've gotten a bit soft in the gut, but I didn't realize your mind had gone so mushy. Do you even know how to add? You'll have to try again tomorrow. Do you even understand me?"

That's. No. Wait. It can't be. Doesn't he want me? Didn't I do a good job? His disappointed look means something. He's good with this stuff. Maybe he's right...

So I tried again the next day. This time, he suggested he'd handle the adding. Checking bad math would make him bothered. Pigs don't think. They eat. That's what he said. I believed him.

He must be lying. There's no way the goal hasn't hit. So many walls have been hit that had to be pushed through. Hunger is merely a theory anymore. If breathing is easy, it's time to eat. Prove him that his pig is a GOOD pig. Please. So sore. So...mindless. The bed has been home. He's caring enough to bring what is needed. Why can't the goal be hit? What's wrong with pig...his words hurt. He said they didn't hurt nearly as bad as being accused of being a liar.

It's day five tomorrow. Today was a failure. Only 8800 calories! How. The count keeps getting further away. Maybe there's too much thinking going on. Maybe a pig needs to TRULY embrace being a pig. Eat with emotion. Eat with anger. Eat for him. He was taken for granted. He provides so much release. He's holding onto that power.

"Piggy doesn't get what piggy needs until there's nothing left in that dull mind but reaching the goal...only then can I give you everything."

[bothsinfulandsweet]

STUFF ME FOR FREE!

i'm crazy stoned, so horny i can't thinl and decided and decided i need to be as stuffed as physically possible today after months of no stuffings, diet and excercise

i need need humiliation and heavy encouragement (to the point of forcefeeding)

do your worst. please 🎀🐖

i already had half a pizza for breakfast a a lot of suhibat a buffet for lunch plus two sodas. the goal is to eat so much i can't move and im in inmense pain 🤗

i also have a weed pen that you can encourage me to hit as much as you want

ill post pictures and videos of the qhole thing too, for those who miss seeing my gut 💗

[im-still-a-robot]

They turned my pepper into mixed seeds ????

[unlimited-sciuridae]

I was reminded of Balthazar from the 2005 Constantine and yeah that's just peek Vox energy. Got that American Psycho Patrick Bateman vibe.

You can trust him.

Actually now that I think on it it's kinda odd that it's so hard for demons to interact with the living world in Hazbin. Most demon media has some kind of system of demon and angels influencing humans. A fun way to pass time is rewriting the rules of Hazbin according to whatever other demon based media you want. Or smash them together.

Anyway Constantine 2005 was a great movie and the idea of angels and demons wearing humans as flesh puppets for power went harder than it needed to.

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

Look, being trapped in a car while a t-rex is trying to eat you would definitely be traumatizing, but that dinosaur is getting the best enrichment it’s ever had

[cunrinogetit]

Part 1

How had it gotten so bad? That was a question that plagued Cunrins foggy mind. It almost haunted her whenever it reared its ugly head from the carnal thoughts that filled her brain. Base urges like food and sex. She had become a dumb lump of a troll, filling up a large mattress on the floor of Rentai’s basement. It was dingy and dank. Made even more damp and humid by the heat coming off her large, overfilled body. She could barely even see past her huge cheeks anymore, not that she wanted to see herself. She was more lard then troll, her horns were poking into some back fat and she would occasionally whimper in pain. Her belly was pooling out onto the floor, ass filling most of the mattress up. Her arms and legs had sunk into her body long ago, leaving her fully immobile. All she could do now was eat, all she did was eat, for what felt like sweeps she had been used as rentai’s dumpster and fuck toy. She was barely conscious most times, in a half conscious food coma haze. Time seemed to blur together and the moments she was lucid grew further and further apart as her waist line widened. She would feel another ominous gurgle causing her to stir into a more conscious state. “Gwwuuhh.. wahhzsaza..” She groaned as she felt something shifting around in her throat.. And then a bassy, loud, room shaking belch left her lips. She groaned as another blast of gas left her back side not too long after. “R--rennnhtuuh.. fuudhh..” She weakly called out, trying to move something, anything. All this did was cause her to sweat more. She could hear some muffled noises, the sound of her rushing heartbeat, along with all the equipment Rentai had stolen to keep her favorite bronze dump alive and.. Well? She let out a piggish snort and Rentai made her way downstairs. “My favorite pig is finally awake~” She chuckled softly, approaching the barely awake Curnin. Rentai had a large jug in her hand filled with some unrecognizable slop. Cunrin began to drool at the sight of it, her brain associated Rentai with food and pleasure. Not unlike Pavlov’s dog. She would open her mouth, huffing and panting. Rentai chuckled, patting her sweaty neck rolls. “So eager.. I motherfucking love it.” She would put a tube into her mouth and begin pouring the slop into the end of it. Cunrin happily gobbled it down like a hog, her digestive system getting back to work. Her whole body was very noisy with its various gurgles and glorps, huffs and wheezes, belches and farts. Especially when it went into overtime. She was almost always overfilled, Rentai made sure of that. Thats why she was so big of course.. And she’d only get bigger.. Cunrin whimpered softly as the thought of getting bigger reared its ugly head again. SHe hated being lucid.. She felt so helpless. She was helpless. She was less then a person. She was a container for lard.. Lard and food. Gulp Huff Slosh Churn Gurgle. She looked up at Rentai, and would get a rush of mixed emotions, love fear hatred.. Mostly hunger and lust. This was her life now.. And she could do nothing but think about how she had gotten there.