#evil feeder

[intodebu]

evil feeder, save me(ruin me)!!

[fayamn-moonlit]

Honestly the thought of getting too fat to escape from an "evil" feeder sounds so amazing to me, your posts are absolutely doing things to me, and hopefully my waistline too, hope you have a wonderful day

I'm sure you'll find a cute bully feeder to keep you home and make you the fattest~

I'm having a great day ^^

[paunchbunny]

e... evil feeder gf

pls save me....

pls save me evil feeder gf...

[fatwolfpup]

I am once again gripped with the desire to be kidnapped and kept in an evil feeder's basement until I'm too fat to leave...

[multiversal-pig-outing]

new resident evil virus. The Wg-virus and the other strain the WgF-virus.

Wg-virus turns people in giant fatty who gas spread both strain of the virus. While WgF turns people who don't have the wg-virus into zombie like feeders. To make the one infected hosts of Wg into even bigger fatties

[hedonists-den]

The evil feeder urge to hear you whimper "please...no more," just so I can ignore you and force another bite down your throat.

[doggysingularity]

feedism?

OKAY so this ones also a kinda. like. basically no not exactly but i do REALLY like getting w ppl who are feeders bcz im fat and love eating and if someones getting horny watching me that also makes me horny bcz. exhibitionism. so not rly but. functionally sometimes it ends up resembling that. WELL actually i mean. sometimes?? i do like the idea of corrupting someone (esp someone religious) into indulgence and that can totally include indulgences having to do w food. mostly i just like being the fat horny guy who eats a lot and i like the idea of my evil corrupting influence spreading to others...

[burningpeachkingdom]

I managed to stay away from Tumblr and gainer content for about 4 months, then I slowly started dipping my toes back in.

Just a quick check in on creators and blogs I liked, the odd video, maybe i’d even scroll for a while but like 20min tops and i’d move along.

That worked for a week or so but, as I always do, I got greedy.

20min turned into 30, then 45, then an hour, then longer until i’m stuck glued to my screen for 4 hours every evening falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole once again.

Here I am, 10lbs heavier this month alone without trying. Posting on Tumblr like a desperate pig hoping pervs like me will send me all sorts of depraved messages, teasing me, telling me what they’ll do to me and reminding me of who I am and my place in the world.

Once a pig always a pig I guess…

[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.

[soft-hungry-tboy]

horny rambles ahead

i know some people dont like the concept of an ‘evil feeder’, but i desperately crave somebody to find me out in the wild and take pity on me. it would be a slow process, gently coaxing me out of my shell, but eventually you manipulate me into moving in with you. it’s easy to increase my portions over time, since you’re the one in charge of cooking. any time i try to question it, you’re quick to reassure me that these are regular portion sizes, and that i don’t need to worry about silly stuff like that.

one morning, i leave my bedroom with red, teary eyes. “my cute jeans i like dont fit..” i whine. but you tell me not to worry about it, you had noticed some of your clothes had shrunk in the wash. it was a lie, of course, but i believe you, as i always do. The trend continues, i continue swelling larger and larger, and you continue feeding me more and more, always quick to assure me that nothing’s wrong, everything is perfectly normal.

over time, you start replacing some of your home cooked meals with eating out instead. i never really liked ordering my own food, so when you told me told, not asked that you’d be ordering for the both of us, i don’t really mind. you know what foods i like and dislike by this point, after all. what i’m not expecting, however, is the multiple appetizers and entrees that make their way to our table. “just wanted you to have plenty of options,” is your excuse. “we can take some of it home.”

but we don’t, because of course we don’t. you wouldn’t actually have allowed that, of course.

the next milestone we hit is the excess deliveries during the day. you grow concerned that i’m not eating enough while you’re at work and can’t feed me yourself, so you start ordering takeout while i’m at home. the first time it happens, the knock at the door startles me. i rush to throw on some sweatpants (the only thing that will fit me these days) and rush waddle to answer the driver as fast as i can.

The food is left at the door, but before long, my phone chimes. “Just wanted to treat you for lunch!” reads your text. I smile and grab the bag of greasy junk you had sent, plopping my fat self on the couch and digging in.

By the time I finally realize what’s going on, its way too late. i’m too addicted to pushing past my limits and gorging myself on empty calories, eating until my stomach physically hurts. but it’s okay, because my loyal, devoted, and manipulative charming partner will be there to take care of me

[burningpeachkingdom]

what have i done to myself, i thought i could leave this kink and lose the weight…

[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