#feedist intox

[fckingsofthips]

Feedist Kinktober, Day 10 - Exhibition

I don't think she realises how much she's eaten. The first fold of her belly is creeping over the waistband of her skirt, barely covered by her top.

Everyone else has finished eating, said the mains were big enough for them, but she wanted dessert.

"Oh don't worry, we don't want you to feel like you can't have a good time!" "Oh I know, we'll get some more cocktails so we've all got something on the table."

She's out with her five friends, all joined at the hip since their college days, but only she has piled the weight on, year by year. The group chatters around her, getting giddier with their sickly sweet cocktails, while she fills her mouth with spoonfuls of creamy cheesecake and vanilla ice cream. The cheesecake, sliced into, reveals fluffy pockets of air, a deceptively light, whipped texture to it. The biscuit crumbles as her spoon hits it, preceding the sharp tap of metal against porcelain. She's entranced, paying no mind to her body's cues that it's had enough, holding the ice cream in her mouth to melt and trickle down her throat. When she finally finishes, everyone insists on splitting the bill evenly, even though everyone knows she's eaten more than her fair share.

Into the night they go, ready to party until sunrise (or until the first person complains of being tired and the rest of them realise how much they want to go back to the friend's house they started in.)

I don't think she realises how much she's eaten. As her belly has expanded, she's tried to mitigate the press of her waistband by shifting it higher, to little success in making it comfortable. It's revealed a glimpse of her cellulite covered ass cheeks.

The girls all follow her into the kebab shop, eyeing her new revealing setup, and everyone orders something to soak up the last two hours' of alcohol. She finds bliss in the heat of soft potato, teeth tearing through the gentle fried crisp of the fries, tongue lapping at the salt and seasoning they're coated in. She barely notices as people tip their leftovers into her container, happy to keep chasing the satisfaction in each bite. Once finished, she lets out a huge, rattling belch that alerts the other patrons to her ass spilling off the kebab shop seat, the upper fold of her belly spilling out of her too-small top and over her restrictive waistband. Her friends don't gawk, instead cooing over her big belly, giving it a pat, and helping to lift her off her seat.

Time to call a taxi and head back to someone's house together. Squeezing into the van to fit around her, drunkenly rubbing her thighs, leaning over her and resting their heads on her soft shoulders. Giggling each time she lets out another tight burp, soothing her with caresses if they suspect she noticed.

I don't think she realises how much she's eaten. All staggering through the front door, someone's thoughtful enough to unzip her skirt, and she eases down heavily onto the sofa, stomach rolling out over her thighs.

Someone brings out a bowl of chocolate snacks, placed in her arm's reach, but she doesn't need to lift herself. Slender hands bring the sweet chocolate to her lips, and she moans in pleasure as the chocolate melts and gives way to a rich caramel. The girls rub and soothe her belly, gently pushing at the firmness as it loudly tries to digest.

When her moans turn to snores, the chocolates are put away, and they all fight for space on the sofa to curl up next to her.

She doesn't realise how much she ate that night, but they do.

[emptyheadedhousecow]

still fat

900 words · 5 min read · emptyheadedhousecow.tumblr.com · November 2024

The funnel is empty. The blanket is dotted with crumbs. The pizza boxes are on the floor — there's a grease stain on the bedsheet where it had been carelessly placed half an hour ago, but that's a job for tomorrow. The box of aftercare chocolates is open and the best ones are already gone. It was hot, but the libido is gone now, and appetites are more than sated. Your feeder is curled up beside you, half-asleep already, small beside you, eclipsed by your mass. The pain has been kissed and rubbed away, but you're still swollen and stuffed, and most importantly, you're still fat.

They woke up before you. The pizza boxes are gone, and the funnel too; through the walls you hear the dishwasher churning, something sizzling on a stovetop, and fresh coffee being ground. There's a hunger brewing inside you already, but the stretchmarks on your sides are itching again, and the moisturiser is just out of reach. They'd jump at the chance to help, but it's not sexy right now, you just want the discomfort gone. You shift and roll, and build momentum, and grab the bottle, and then come crashing back down on the mattress in a breathless heap, your fat splayed out in exactly the same way it was before. You breathe, and recover, and you have to remind yourself, like every other morning, that your body has grown into something made of carbs and lard, even though everything else is back to normal, you're still fat.

Your day would be easy for anyone else, but everything is an ordeal for you. It seems like every time you shower you discover a new fold that needs to be cleaned and powdered. You need to catch your breath while washing your hair. You could wear clothes, if you wanted, but it's so much easier not to try, and you're increasingly unsure just how long it's been since you wore anything at all. Your feeder brings you all the food you could want, four meals a day or five if you're lucky... and you're grateful, of course you are, but not every meal is sex. You eat because you're hungry — a deep hunger that's only satisfied when you're pushed to breaking point — and you eat to shush, if only for a little while, that tiny voice inside you that's always demanding more more more. You knew this would happen; that every time you push yourself, your appetite grows a little... and you've pushed yourself a lot. You don't always eat because you want to, you eat because you HAVE to, because that's what a body as fat as yours craves, and day after day, you're still fat.

And then the funnel's back in play, and another order is lined up on the pizza app. Can you down the pitcher of cream before the pizzas arrives, and then the pizzas too? It's always an offer, never coerced. It was such a struggle last time, you only barely made it, but that only means it'll be easier now. And the tiny voice inside you can't be silenced, and the deep hunger is so very demanding, and it does drive you wild to see them this excited. You agree. You know you won't be able to stop yourself from pushing yourself to your limit, again, and you know that if you manage it, next time there might be another pizza on top, and that's far beyond what any normal person could eat, and as exciting as that is, you can't help but worry a little. But the preparations are underway, and your feeder's in the kitchen already, and all you need to do is eat, which you're amazing at, so this is just the best option, right? After all, you've done this a hundred times, what's one more? Tonight won't change anything, not really — either way, you're still fat.

The next day is always the same as the day before. Your feeder is dressed in a tenth of the time it takes you to shuffle to the edge of the bed and you're exhausted already. A kiss and a smile and you're helped to your feet, but you're not steady, and your balance is always unfamiliar, and it wasn't so long ago that it wouldn't even have occurred to you that you might need help getting up, and yet here it is, a development as casual as a second portion of breakfast. It ought to worry you but you are so very hungry, and the little voice is louder than your own thoughts these days, even though the pressure from last night's feast remains. Food is brought directly to the bedroom, once a rare treat but now the norm simply because it's getting harder to walk to the kitchen, even assisted. Getting dressed isn't an option anymore, for sure there's no clothes that still fit you, and that means no going outside, even in the car. Not that you've been outside in a long time. Perhaps you begin to slowly realise, if you hadn't been in denial about it already, that your last opportunity to lose the weight has quietly disappeared, who knows how long ago, and you never even noticed. But that doesn't seem nearly as important as finishing the plate of food that's in front of you. Maybe you'll get a chance to think about that later, maybe not — it feels like a very permanent fact of your life that you're still fat, forever.

[claireborowski]

I need a real feeder. I need someone who will take me all the way in every way they can help. I'm not just talking I wanna be oh 300lbs, 600lbs.

No

I need to weight a fucking ton. I need to be fed the most unhealthy slop imaginable. All food deep fried. Tied up to a bed till I'm fully immobile all over. I'm not playing anymore. I want to be killed by my greed to grow. I want it more than anything.

I want to be made stupid and dumb. Completely fucking BRAINDEAD. I want my heart to struggle even when I'm only 600lbs.

I want to be a REAL Death Feedee. And I want all of you to help with it.

I want grease pumped into my blood. I want my arteries clogged. Oxygen needed every second of every minute. Body in constant pain. Room trashed with wrappers and food boxes. And the best part?

You'd control everything.

I couldn't leave if you kidnapped me and tied me in a basement. I couldn't say if I wanted to be cleaned once I can't move. I couldn't protest eating once you have that tube permanently attached. I couldn't be saved from death if you controlled my medicine and life support.

I want you feeders to end me. I want to be a hog. A pile of useless, dumb lard. A whore to be fucked constantly for your pleasure.

Booze and weed constantly shoved in me, barely conscious all the time. It all being too much in the end. You killing my liver, kidneys, lungs, and then finally my heart.

So get the fuck to it.

[futureimmobilemodel]

Same shirt one year apart...

It all started because of wine. 🥵

[marcysten]

Kinktober week 4: ritual

[overstuffd]

It's about always encouraging you to have that extra treat.

Stopping at every bakery that catches your eye to get you a little something sweet.

Bringing you a comforting coffee in the morning, and maybe another as a pick me up in the afternoon.

Fixing you a hefty plate of cheese, crackers and grapes when you finish work to keep your strength up.

Pouring that second glass of wine at dinner, and topping it up for you.

Cutting you an extra- large slice of cake afterwards, then encouraging you to finish mine.

Making sure you're always taken care of, you're always spoiled and you're always full.

[lovely-ari]

Cw/ Intox kink

I'm in a voice chat with @tubbybunnysblog while we're both intoxicated and they're stuffing their massive gut with Oreo smores, and then the entire pack of the Oreos itself.

I swear seeing this massive ball of lard actively getting rounder. Belly a taut ball. Moaning, belching, panting.

They're wobbling their fat pork belly infront of me and god...I wanna help make them so obese. I want that belly 100...200 lbs heavier...

lszjsjss were gonna see this tomorrow and just be....omfkfkf

[squishy-belly-love]

Will someone please tie me to my chair and stuff me into oblivion? ☺️

[bailey-bellie]

Cows need to graze 🐮

This Barbie has been GORGING since the morning

Stoned, hungry cow

I've made 600 steps the whole day

[hedonists-den]

POV: You're my perfect live-in feedee and I've sent you a message for when you wake up while I'm at work for the day.

Enjoy!

TRANSCRIPT:

Good morning. I hope you slept well. You looked really peaceful this morning so I decided not to wake you up before I left. These midnight feedings really seem to be helping your sleep, I’ve noticed. Beauty rest has a whole new meaning when you wake up fatter every time, doesn’t it? 

Anyways, I just wanted to leave you this message to let you know that I might be back a little late tonight. But don’t worry, I made sure that you’ll have everything you need for the day. The pantry and the fridge are full of your favorites, baked goods and some joints are on the counter, I pre-packed a few bowls for you too, if that’s what you’re feeling, and of course you have my card on the delivery app for anything else you might want.

I have to admit, the way you’ve been giving yourself to this lifestyle has made it really hard to focus at work lately. When I think about what a perfect, lazy pig you are at home while I earn all the income to enable you…it just drives me crazy, you know that? Nothing else feels as good as enabling you, indulging your wildest fantasies of being a complete hedonist, watching your body fatten up and concede to the excessiveness of it all… It almost makes me want to stay home and tend to you all day. I know I can’t, but….fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to.

I want you to be extra greedy for me today, okay? Don’t deny yourself a single thing. Even if you’re full, eat more. Keep your high going all day and really indulge. I’ll be putting in some deliveries for you throughout the day when I get the chance. And I expect to come home to empty wrappers and containers all over, with your big, pretty belly hanging out of your shirt for me to grab and admire. I’ll have dessert to feed you too, don’t worry. 

I plan on doubling your weight by the end of the year, and I’m going to do everything I can to get you there. There’s no such thing as too big for me, I’ll take care of every need, every desire, even if you get too fat to heft yourself around. All that matters is that you live your best, most pleasurable life, and I’ll handle everything else.

Alright, I should probably get going. I’ll need some time on the drive to work to clear my mind from this. I’ll see you tonight, piggy.

[intox-jiggles]

The aftermath. I don't even remember what i was doing in the bathroom. Didnt have to pee, didn't brush my teeth until i sobered up later. But here's me stumbling around and breathing heavily. This is what happens when you combine a morbidly obese hog with alcohol

[gettingsofter]

Do poppers make you hungrier 😂😂😂 I’ve never heard them used in a feedee context before lol

in a way, they do help with my appetite, but that may just be a personal experience i have had with them?

so, i’ve been pairing poppers with weed, & i’ve been pairing them both with… “sinful”.. activities as well, which includes feedism for me. the weed definitely helps with my appetite, & the poppers make the experience more “exciting” while providing a feeling of relaxation & slight euphoria. for me, i get hungrier the more relaxed i am, so this helps keep my appetite up.

i’ve even seen an article about someone sharing how they ate a whole cheesecake after trying poppers for the first time. ����

so, it may help increase your appetite for some, but i think there needs to be more research done on it to conclude whether they make you hungrier or not

[claireborowski]

No yeah..i..like fuck. I think I'm really 100% a death feedee. I'm so desperate to become like all those fucked up fantasies you read about.

Just a stupid hog, heart barely able to function, sweaty and grease all the time, food on my body, trashy pigsty of a room, brain completely gone, constantly high and drunk, garbage grease piles shoved down my throat at every waking moment, barely able to breath, walking taken away 600 lbs ago, heart constantly hurting, needing oxygen all the time, diabetes taking over my body, just..fuck.

Please fucking help me get like this..

[futureimmobilemodel]

You wanna help grow this belly? DM me or email kustardkalila@gmail.com

[dankeyes]

What would you let me do to you?

How far past your limit would you let me push you? 😈

[lovely-ari]

He got jealous because I was giving my other piggies attention

....So he began to push his tight bloated belly toward my face for belly rubs >////<

Look at how tight and completely round he is!!!!