#female ffa

[fedlasso]

When it’s time to eat, it’s time to EAT

[soft-dolll]

I love owning my feedee, and everything about being a mistress. I can’t describe the euphoria I get when my feedee eats an abundance of fucking food just to please me, or his sweet voice telling me how he surrenders his body and mind to me completely.

Let’s also talk about the feeling when you see your feedee’s progress. I look at photos of him from the beginning of the year and the results are fucking insane. I can’t help but feel so proud and so turned on by the fact that I’m the reason for all of this weight. I look at the size of his soft moobs from the once flat chest he had, or the size of gut, spilling out from under his shirt, and don’t get me started about those thick rolls that have formed around his once average sized waist.

Eventually he will become my stay at home collared up pig, constantly stuffing himself gargantuan amounts of food. His schedule will consist of getting a massive amounts of fatty breakfast foods in him, then being tied to a bed and having oiled up belly rubs, having some time to himself while I’m out (he will be expected to eat a large amount of food I put out for him before I come back), having a dinner made by me when I come back home consisting of at least 4 portion sizes, being tied to a chair and funnel fed a gainer shake as a dessert, and ransacking the fridge in the early hours of the morning because he can’t stop shoving food into greedy mouth (poor thing, can’t help himself 🥺🥴).

Needless to say, I fucking love owning my submissive feedee.

[kinghanzo]

I need someone to play with all this ~softness~.

[ginggain]

I need to get to that point where these won’t even come halfway up my thighs… I need to gain more weight and I need to be fatter. I love the little progress I’ve made so far but I just wanna be huge, I wanna be a damn blimp, I want people to not recognize me a year from now and have them think, “there’s no way he put on THAT much weight since we last saw him, right?” But little do they know that I have, and the next time they see me after, I hope they concern over my health ;)

[jabathegut]

I wonder how much Ive gained on this cruise Buffet after Buffet after Buffet! I bet I’ve gained 20lbs in a week!! Imagine if I had a female feeder🤯 35lbs???

[fedlasso]

I don’t know which is hotter…

The fact that I’m buying a dozen muffins to stuff today or the fact that I’m winded and tired just from carrying the muffins from the bakery to the check-out

[kokou-no-hito]

i thought I was "taking a break" but some nights dinner out with drinks isn't enough 😳 couldn't help but inhale shin ramyun with heavy cream and a couple beers 🤤 I haven't gotten fatter have I...

p.s. you might want sound on

p.s.s. since when did my belly spill out so far 😵‍💫

[pudgedork]

there are so many enjoyable milestones in a feedee’s weight gain journey. of course, there are the numbers and stats: 300 pounds, 400 pounds, 500 pounds, the day you weigh twice as much as someone your height should, or three times, or four…

but there’s something special about the tangible signs of just quite how far you’ve let yourself go. of all of these, the greatest is the day you realise you’re too fat to touch yourself. the moment it dawns on you that you’ve packed so much fat onto your frame, you need to rely on someone else to get you off. so far off the deep end of your kink that you can’t even properly enjoy it independently.

other achievements are great; becoming too heavy for your first scale, outgrowing seatbelts and requiring an extender, or reaching the point where you can’t tie your own shoe laces due to all that squishy belly in the way.

if you squint a bit though - and you’re deep enough in denial - you can convince yourself that these aren’t really your fault. you aren’t that fat, not really. the scale was cheap; they probably cut costs and that’s why the limit's so low. seatbelts are designed for skinny people, so even if you are a little pudgy now it’s clearly an oversight in the design. shoes shouldn’t even have laces actually; we’ve come up with better designs at this point. it’s unreasonable of them to assume everyone has the flexibility to reach down like that!

but getting so fat that you can’t pleasure yourself; there’s no way to spin that. you can’t blame a company for that. you can’t blame cost-cutting. you can’t ignore it. it's all on you. you’ve overindulged so excessively - and so relentlessly - that your gut has swollen to a size that evolution itself didn’t anticipate. how could it? in what scenario would a person ever have such an abundant supply of food – and lack of self-control – for this to become a problem?

yet, here you are. stuffed full of thousands of calories of junk once again, you try to reach over your rolls like normal to give yourself the release you crave; but they seem just a little bigger than last time. it’s fine, you planned ahead for this. your toy can reach the last little part of the way. except this time, it doesn’t. you wiggle it helplessly, but it’s not happening.

you shuffle your mass around on the couch, trying to contort yourself to an angle where you can reach with a pudgy fingertip. every movement makes you more breathless, and the sweat is pouring off you. this is the most exercise you’ve done in who knows how long, and it’s all in an attempt to simply get yourself off.

exhausted, you flop back and give in. you feel defeated. humiliated. what the fuck have you done to yourself? a rare moment of clarity. this was never supposed to get this out of hand. you don’t even know how heavy you are, since you couldn’t be bothered buying another replacement scale after the last one caved in on itself. it’s been months since you left the house; even if you wanted to, you're not convinced anybody manufactures clothes that could contain you.

sure, you wanted to get fat. you loved it. the thrill of watching the number on the scale climb, bursting out of clothes, every inch of your body coated in an ever deepening layer of supple flab. but this… this was too much now. you’d ignored all the signs so far, but this one wasn’t going unheeded. your loved ones were embarrassed enough already by what you’d become, but they hadn’t seen you in at least a year. what the hell would they say now? all that potential squandered for a life of obscene gluttony, entirely committed to hedonism.

the thought's cut short by a deep rumble from your belly. you’ve gone half an hour without shovelling calories down your throat, and it wants to know what the hold up is. you hear a car pull into the drive. your partner’s home from work. the front door opens, and within seconds they’re sinking their hands into your mountainous belly and greeting you with a passionate kiss.

they’re obsessed with you, as you are with them. they always dreamed of enabling a whale to live out their fantasies. you’ve been more than happy to do just that. before you have a chance to air your worries, they jump in first to tell you they picked up food on the way home. family-sized orders from each of your favourite fast food places, plus enough snacks to last an average person a month.

well, maybe you could reconsider. they're already used to helping you with things you can't do at your size, after all. maybe you could get a little bigger, just for them.

[starryeyedmagic]

i just want to be in a soft feedism relationship with someone

mornings spent with us snuggled up in bed, admiring every inch of each other’s bodies

tracing new stretch marks that had come in seemingly overnight from the day before, and feeling each other’s soft fat

making a fattening breakfast together, enough to feed a family of four, or even six. one of us manning the stove while the other does prep, sometimes sneaking in some pecks on the cheek here and there

or being grabbed by the love handles from behind and pulled in, trying to stifle giggles as kisses are being left along your neck

feeding each other the massive feast that was just made. and afterwards, rubbing each other’s bellies and talking about the day ahead until it’s time to eat again

i know it sounds like nothing, something simple enough, but i want that

[southernappetite]

I want somebody to take control. I want to be surprised with food. I want to smell food cooking. I want to be fed. I want to forced to eat. I want somebody to always ask if I’m hungry.

I daydream about this all the time. Having a partner who wants nothing more than to see my weight increase week by week. I want you to make me fat and then tell me how my clothes are getting tight on me. I want to feel like someone’s trophy.

I want you to take me to a buffet and let me eat until I don’t want to get up anymore and then you start getting plates for me even if I say I’m full.

I want to go on a two week cruise with you and see what damage it does to my waistline. I want to take pics with you while you have your hand resting on my belly.

I need light fingertip rubs on my new stretch marks. I need to be the little spoon and get my belly held and squeezed all night.

[kokou-no-hito]

when "I've always wanted to try this one dish" turns into a lot more 🥵

[doughydrew]

Fatter belly means more frequent rubs

[pudgedork]

genuinely one of my favourite elements of fatness is the way it makes each person’s body unique. no two fat people have the same body. two people of the same height/weight/etc will have different fat distribution, unique stretchmarks, cellulite… and I think that’s rad as hell. every fat body is a distinct individual work of art.

special mention to the fat features that don’t get as much focus. pillowy arms, back fat, and fupas? love them so much! squishiness makes every feature better, that’s just a fact. and big double chins? so cute. just adorable. possibly the most underappreciated part of fatness.

in conclusion: being fat is Cool and Good, I think.