#evil feeder

[bothsinfulandsweet]

i'm losing control and it's so hot

i indulged a lot dutring the holidays and definetely put on weight, but lately i tried to slow down and not overeat and every meal. however every day this past week ive been going to bed full and or bloated. specially the last three days, i ended up in bed with a bloated round tummy, masturbating while i scroll here and eat candy

today i decided to stop and be good. so i had a tougher for breakfast......except i was hungry after so i had another...you hurt is healthy after all. however i found myself at mcdonald's at 10am devouring a muffin and a carton of fries, and then had a donut on the metro on my way to run errands. and then a sandwich and a cookie for lunch. but i was starving when i got home so i made and grilled cheese....and a second one after that. plus a can of soda

now i just had dinner (2 cans of rtuna with mayo and some vegetables so "a salad") but i want nothing more than to gorge myself on chips and nutella and fattening crap while i wank until my belly hurts and i feel awful and embarrassed

[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]

make me finish it🥺

[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

[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]

hard to believe these jeans are new

[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.

[macabrity]

affirmations: in 6 months this will all be an unpleasant memory

[bothsinfulandsweet]

eating all this after 2 bowls of pasta