#femme feeder hours

[plushefemme]

fattening someone up but doing it in like. a masculinizing way. telling you “eat up, i like boys who look like they can handle themselves” with a coy little wink as i add another serving to your plate, grabbing your chub, “gotta make sure you can keep me warm.” squeezing your doughy arm the same way one would squeeze a guy’s muscled bicep, even more admiringly. saying things like “i need a guy with a little weight on him,” as i encourage you to order a second entree when we’re out to dinner, and on the way home i rub your stuffed belly, “hm, you’re still a little scrawny, but you’ll be a real hunk in no time.”

[eatmangoesnekkid]

One unspoken virus that plagues female bodies due to growing up and being conditioned in a western colonial capitalist patriarchy is the lack of reverence, respect, and honoring we have for our teachers and inspirations/muses. Growing up in a world created out of the male mind and male philosophy, we are groomed to be less collaborative and more competitive and "takers," taking resources from the feminine, without acknowledging our sources, whether it's another woman/femme's work or resources of the earth. We have adapted to being sneaky and slick.

Everything is recorded. We do not get away with anything. The desire "to take" from other women is a 'bottom-feeder' scarcity consciousness. When a woman or womb owner holds this type of consciousness in her system, she births babies who become adults who do not feel like they are good enough and they further the unconscious scarcity imprint into future generations. When you take words I have written like "friendships can be deeply romantic" but do not credit me as the source of your newfound wisdom and simply shift words around, it is still recorded and felt by those with intuitive gifts. I am devoted to letting those whom I love know how much I adore them. Within the last 10 years, there has not a single close friend I’ve had who hasn't received a message of me sharing my love of them at some point. This is the lived experience the quote was birthed from. In the last 30 days, I have sent voice notes to a woman I follow on instagram who writes beautiful things about heterosexual relating and bridging the gap between women and men. I'm not a heterosexual woman, but I love reading her work. She expands my own consciousness of love so I reached out to her just to let her know how much her work inspired my own flow of love in a pure way and thanked her. Reverence for another human can be so activating for the psyche and requires extreme vulnerability, which is one reason it is so hard for most people to honor other people without feeling less than. We have forgotten that we are all Gods, that’s why. 🪶🙏🏿🕊️ Years ago, a couple from Atlanta came to visit me and my lover in Europe. When they arrived, I was the only one at home and when my lover came home from work, I met her at the door as usual—which was really no big deal to us. Ha, I will never forget when we turned around and saw the sheer shock on their faces from witnessing how we greeted each other after being a part for "only 7 hours" —one of them said. They were shocked that we had that so much reverence for the presence of the other. But to me, reverence is human. It is love. It is the nectarous flow of one’s inherent wellspring of vulnerability. Recently I spoke to a past mentor of mine from 2008 who is 22 years older than me, a mentor who I have expanded beyond in consciousness and lived experiences. I find traits of a good mentor to be one who can help evolve students beyond their own capacity and limitations, maybe begin to actually to revere the student’s growing beyond the mentor’s capacity overtime. This is what our relationship is like now. She is genuinely happy for everything I am and everything have become. In all these years, I have felt nothing but sheer love and appreciation from her at different stages of my journey. I told her how much I loved her for who she divinely is. I showered her with compliments and sent her a cashapp for no reason at all. I did not reach out to her to talk about myself. I only spoke about her --her beauty, sass, heart, worth, and value. Women who can not acknowledge the gifts and beauty of other women and only want “to take...” will always be poor in a myriad of ways. Heart-centered womanhood. Women can turn this world around when we begin to get deeply honest about what is living in our bodies and truly become women again and understand the level of power within it. Please consider revering/honoring those women who help to move you forward into new ways of being that will expand into limitless possibilities. Not become envious them, not steal their work but truly hold reverence and love and even cheer them on. Doing so helps to create more and more connection and love stories and less separation, fear and violence in our world. Everything is connected to everything, you see. The aim is to get better at loving and sweetness than we were conditioned to be at extracting and taking. When we do, a secret garden of vitality blooms abundantly, like the generous nectar that Spring and Summer summons from human bodies. Because beautiful people impact us in beautiful ways when we allow. Never forget that. --India Ame'ye

[bellyyearner]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 3: Date Night

Word Count: 1320

Thank you to @fatguarddog for the theme list!

Feedee POV, large feedee x thin feeder, GN feedee x femme feeder, tight clothes, social setting, stuffing, belly noises

As you both are walking up the stairs you can feel your belly wobbling beneath the strained fabric of your button up, your pants were a struggle to put on and you already know you're at risk of popping the button before dinner even starts. You turn your gaze to your wife and she just looks so elegant, her lithe body adorned with a flowy knee length crimson dress, hugging her upper curves while obscuring her lower, dark brown hair cresting the tops of her shoulders. The smell of the restaurant permeates both of your noses but one of you is clearly more drawn to it than the other. Despite the extra effort of hauling the almost 200lbs of pure fat you've added to your frame you're quite thankful most of it went to your fattened middle, makes going up stairs easier as you don't have to try too hard to balance.

When you both reach the top of the stairs you step to the side and take a short breather. After a moment your partner looks up to you with beaming eyes and a wide smile

"Alright sweetie.. are you ready to have some fun?" ;)

"You know it babe"

"Good, lets go celebrate this right"

You both walk to the receptionist, they check your reservation and guide you on over to the booth your wife booked, a fact you learned less than an hour ago which explained why she was so restrictive with your meals today. "Restrictive" as in a normal day of eating for a normal sized person. She slides into her side of the booth with ease to watch the show, as you bend your knees to slide on in. Ass barely against the seat and you can feel the table digging in to your gut already, but your belly is doughy enough to not have issues sucking it in and sliding the rest of the way through.

You pull out your phone to scan the QR code on the table but as soon as you try she puts her hand over your phone and lightly pushes it to the table.

"I'll be handling this tonight sweet heart. Just be a good pig and wait a few minutes as I get us situated, get comfy you're gonna need it"

Your heart flutters as you shake your head, unable to form a proper reply. The squeeze from the table against your fattened gut is causing the rumbling to begin, an angry belly demanding to be filled letting out a roar, your wife just chuckles in response as she peruses the menu.

After the minutes pass she sets her phone down and presses the button next to the QR code, a server comes by moments later, you now realize that the kitchen door is only a mere 20 feet away. Something she definitely knew before hand.

"What can we get started for you both?"

"Hey yeah we'll get a Sea Food pallet, a Caesar salad, 2 brisket specials , 2 margaritas, and 2 glasses of water to start"

"Sounds good, I'll get those drinks out for you now, the food will be coming out in about 10 minutes"

With that your server walked to the kitchen and returned shortly after with the margaritas and water. The both of you engage in conversation and sharing memories while you wait for the plates to arrive. The margaritas went quickly so your wife presses the button again and orders another 2. The food comes out with the drinks and it smells so enticing. Unsure where to start you look to her and she greets you with hungry eyes

"Well? What are you waiting for baby? Pick up that fork and get to work, I've got big plans for you tonight"

Obediently you grab your fork and start on the brisket, the tender meat falling apart so softly in your mouth, infused with the southern flavors you've grown so accustomed to. Quickly you get sucked into your own little world, pushing more and more of the juicy meat past your lips between sips of your margarita. By the time you finish the first plate your angry gut has been replaced with a greedy one, leaning back a bit you caress your love handles to your belly button beneath the table. You feel the tip of her heel poke your fupa and you look down back at her, her head resting atop her hands as she quietly says "Good job sweetie, but that's just the start, nows not the time for a break"

Your crotch grows hot as you stifle a burp, she presses the tip of her heel into your gut deeper this time as she stares you down with greedy eyes, forcing a little more gas to come up. You taste the brisket on your breath before she says "Was the brisket good piggy? Go ahead, I didn't order this one for me anyways" she inches the plate towards you, eyes locked onto your lardy middle spilling onto the table. She presses the button on the table again as you tear into the meat once more, barely even registering her placing another drink order when the server comes by. Juicy meat with intense flavor sliding down your throat and falling into the abyss that she owns and maintains very well.

As soon as the 2nd plate was cleared the server had returned with cocktails and took away the 2 plates you already cleared. You notice your wife has just been sipping her drink and taking slow bites of her salad this whole time

"Are you not gonna have any of the seafood babe?"

"Not at all, sure it's meant to be shared but... I'm enjoying making you look like a complete and utter fat ass"

You blush hard, looking her over and taking in her thin form, the contrast between you is undeniable. Sure the booth is somewhat secluded but you know damn well your server has probably already alerted the kitchen staff to the obese pig they're cooking for. It wouldn't be a surprise if a couple of them had peeked through the window on the kitchen door to see the gargantuan size of who their feeding.

The thought quickly fades though as your wife picks up a shrimp and presses it to your lips, instinctively you open up and lean in, forgetting all about decency as you do so. With subtle words of encouragement and more of her heels poking and probing your belly the sea food pallet slowly but surely disappears. By this point your gut is pressing against the table hard. The buttons above the table are stretched tight, making the fabric between them take the shape of ovals. You're stifling burps as the gas in your belly shifts and the food churns.

A small break occurs and the two of you just enjoy each other's company, talks of when to take pto next, where you should go on vacation, what shows and books you've been wanting to watch/read. She presses the button again without acknowledging it and the conversation keeps going, once your server arrives your wife orders a parfait, a sundae, and a whole chocolate cake to go. As the server walks off your wife turns to you and rather curtly says

"The parfait is mine fatty. It may look good and tasty but you're not touching it" a smile crest her lips and she laughs, you join her as well before saying

"Don't worry about that, a sundae is just what I need, besides I doubt that cake is for tomorrow"

"Of course not, as soon as our desserts are gone, you're gonna squeeze your way out of that booth you've eaten yourself stuck into, we'll head home, and I'll have you face down in that cake as soon as we're upstairs"

She leans over the table and beckons you closer, with a whisper she says

"I'll be making you my bitch tonight sweetheart, the lube, strap on, and towels are already laid out, happy anniversary piggy"

[rapturousrendezvous]

++---Next Door---++ Toji x Reader (femme presenting/she/her) Explicit Tags: Single father Toji, Reader is Single Mother/Neighbor, Spontaneous sex, semi-soft to hard cock oral, cunnilingus, rough fucking, teasing, finger and tongue play, creampie, messy, mentions of "husband stitch", vaginal penetration, mention of feeder/eater kink Words: 3090K Inspiration from fanart by artist Yunonoai (on twt)

Again? At this time of night…

You hear loud banging on your bedroom wall and an intense moan that could probably wake the entire complex floor. It had been like this for a week since you moved in, and you were more than willing to mind your business. If it wasn't for the fact that you had a sleeping toddler in the next room that was extremely fussy and that you hadn't slept well. 

You get up, not caring that you're only wearing an oversized T-shirt and underwear, hair tied into a scarf, as you make your way to the neighbor to the left of you. Taking a deep breath, you knock, waiting a few moments before you attempt again, only for the door to swing open, and your fist hits the rock-hard barrier that was your neighbor's chest. 

Looking up, you retreat your hand, seeing that the much larger and taller man with mid-length dark hair and green eyes was utterly naked, a look of irritation clear on his face with an arm leaning on the side of the door frame. 

"Yeah, what?" He gruffly states, almost spitting in your direction and scratching behind his ear. 

"I, uh," You made the mistake of looking down. Your eyes met with a soft shaft, still slick with whatever juices covered it. 

"If you wanna fuck, come back tomorrow. I'm busy." 

Offended by his attitude, you snap. 

"That's my problem. You're too loud, disturbing me and my kid's sleep. Keep it down." 

Another neighbor opens their door, glaring at the two of you until they notice the naked man and suddenly shut their door without a word. He smirks and looks down at you, and shrugs. 

"Whatever, lady." 

Before you can protest, he shuts the door in your face. Typically, you'd knock again and demand he actually address the issue. But it was 3 am, and you only had two good hours of sleep left before you had to wake up and prepare for the day ahead. 

I'll deal with him later. 

Those two hours went by fast, though they were quiet. As you finished getting your kid dressed and ready, you gathered all your things and headed out the door. Thankfully you made it to the daycare center down the street on time, handing the caretaker the lunchbox and other items before kissing your little one on the forehead. 

As you stand, you turn to see the same face that was only hours ago, giving you a death glare. Strapped to his chest was a small dark-haired child looking around in curiosity. The caretaker shoves you out of the way, beaming and kissing up the man as she pinched the cheeks of his child. 

You roll your eyes and gather your own things, barely noticing that he is staring in your direction. This doesn't bother you in the slightest. Even so, it intrigues you to know why he's staring. Once you pass him, you put a stride in your step, swaying your hips confidently with your head held high. You notice in the reflection of the glass door that he's completely turned his head to watch you leave, and it satisfies you for the moment. Though, you weren't sure why you cared. 

It was hard to shake the neighbor from your mind during work, significantly… his size. If that's how he was soft, you could only imagine what he was like in full action. 

Kudos to whoever was taking that. 

You try your best to focus, but it becomes increasingly difficult with the day dragging on. Once lunch comes around, you nearly sprint from your desk, going to the break room to retrieve your food. Frustration hits you immediately when you open the fridge, seeing that someone has stolen your lunch…the second time this week. 

What the fuck? I swear…

You look in your wallet, sighing at the few dollars and coins you had that weren't enough for anything except a soda from the vending machine. You would have to go back to your apartment and eat there. 

It was a short walk, a good 15 minutes, which was on purpose for the choice of living at the specific complex. It meant you only had 30 minutes instead of an entire hour to eat. 

Back at your front door, you fumbled in your purse to get your key, only to realize…you had left them on your desk. 

Today is just not my fucking day… 

Defeated, you slump against the door, not paying attention to the large hand reaching over to tap your shoulder. 

"Yo, ya locked out or something?" 

You look up, startled to see your neighbor standing next to you, a look of amusement on his face. 

"No. I left my keys at work." 

He laughs, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. 

"Just as you deserve, bothering me last night." 

You narrow your eyes, fed up with his smug grin. Before you can say anything, he sighs and looks away. 

"You clean up nice. That offer still stands." 

Confused, you tilt your head. "What?" 

"If you wanna fuck, remember?" 

He, in fact, did say that so casually, but you only figured he was joking or being obtuse due to being interrupted. You look at your phone, annoyed that you still had 20 minutes before you had to return to work, but without your key, there was no point in standing in the hallway entertaining this man's lifestyle choices. 

"Yeah, you wish; I have more important things to do." 

He shrugs and points to your door. "Right, like getting locked out of your apartment." 

"Look, I was only trying to enjoy my lunch break." 

"Come to my place then. I have leftovers." 

Your stomach betrays you, growling before you can even decline the invite. 

"Fine. But I'll be quick." 

You enter his apartment, surprised by how clean and minimalist it appears. Even the toys neatly tucked into the corner made your place look like a mess. He had to of had someone helping him. 

"Chicken, vegetable, or beef?" He asks, sliding over take-out cartons toward you. You make your selection as he grabs it and tosses the contents on the stove in a frying pan. After a few moments, he holds a stray plate from the drying rack and slides the food onto it. 

"Here." 

You look at it in awe, picking up the chopsticks and tasting it. It was alright, especially for reheated takeout. You eat a reasonable amount, pushing the plate away and bowing. 

"Thanks for the meal." You look up, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not sorry for bothering you last night. You do need to keep it down." 

He smirks. "Why…jealous?" 

"You know what, never mind. I'm leaving." 

"Sure, whatever. You owe me for the food, by the way." 

You watch a grin spread across his face as he crosses his arms. 

"How much?" You ask with annoyance, half expecting he'd pull this on you in the first place. 

His fingers point down, your eyes following down to the semi-bulge that protruded from his sweats. 

"What? You…seriously?" 

"I have a thing for watching women eat what I make. Those lips of yours look soft too." 

The compliment inflates your ego, but you look at your watch and realize the time. Plus, it was a high assumption that a  girlfriend made all that noise last night. 

"I can pay you. How long-uh? I mean, how much?" 

"9 inches, soft. You tell me how big, hard." He smirks at you again, mocking your slip-up. 

" I don't have time for this." 

"I saw you at the daycare, making me watch you leave." He walks up to you, grabbing your chin from across the counter to look up at him. 

"Think I wasn't gonna watch that sweet ass of yours? I can see why someone wanted to put a baby in you." 

Your cheeks heat up, your words coming out in stammers. As much as you couldn't help but admit, you were trying to get attention but only to be petty, not to entice. It worked too good, and this man was hooked. If you weren't going to be late going back to work, and the possibility of his partner walking in, you would take a chance in seeing that giant cock of his again. 

"It's now or never, sweetheart." 

You frown, correcting him by saying your name. He leans down and takes your lips in a deep, sloppy kiss, biting your lips as he pulls back. 

"Y/N, huh? Just to hear your sharp tongue scream my name, call me Toji."

Fuck. I'm already late headed back. What do I do…

The temptation was eating away at you. Leaving now would only be a waste of returning late from your break. And it wasn't like you were late all the time. 

You inhale and exhale slowly, meeting eyes with Toji. Your focus draws to the scar on the corner of his lips, and he notices, using a thumb to trail around your mouth. 

"So, I take it you're staying." 

You pull your face away and go over to the other side of the kitchen island. There was no need to get comfortable or set the scene. You just wanted to finish this and return to your job. 

He smirks, leaning against the sink, watching you untie the drawstring of his sweats and pull down on the waistband revealing his twitching swollen cock, the tip of him peeking from the foreskin. What surprised you is that he wasn't even hard, your hand grasping his shaft to bring it to your lips. A musky, earthy smell also hits you as your head comes closer. Judging by the cleanliness of his apartment, you could only assume he showered regularly, and this was his natural scent. 

He gives you no time to think further about it, grabbing the back of your head and shoving himself right into your cheek. Your mouth opens to allow him access, your tongue trailing up and waiting for some witty retort or sarcastic teasing. But it's only the sound of a short grunt, followed low hum as he grips your hair. 

You continue trying to take as much of him in your mouth as possible, realizing just how thick he is toward the middle compared to the tapered mushroom head. You manage, though it appears he's grown harder, adding an inch that pressed against the back of your throat. 

So a shower and a grower? This isn't fair…

You gag, which makes him groan louder, eagerly pushing your head even more until he's touching past your tonsils. You were officially halfway down his cock (now fully erect), having to breathe through your nose and hold on to his hips to brace yourself. 

"I knew it. That pretty mouth of yours is taking my dick so well..now sit still." 

You do so, keeping your eyes locked with his gaze as his hips move forward at an even pace. With each stroke, he pushes further into your throat, grunting and breathing heavily as his grip tightens on your hair. He stops and grits his teeth when you begin to mimic those same movements, your head bobbing and your tongue trailing the underside of his shaft. You feel the slight tug of his foreskin slides against your cheeks, the look of pleasure forming on his face as he bites his lip. 

"Fuck…." 

You'd smirk if your mouth wasn't so full. Suddenly, Toji stops you, pulling himself from your mouth and hoisting you onto the kitchen island in one movement. He tears away your pantyhose and slides up your dress, roughly shoving you back as he pulls down your panties to your ankles. Without giving you any chance to speak, his head dives between your thighs, and you feel his wide, wet tongue press against your clit. You cover your mouth, but you feel him snatch your arm down. 

"Nuh uh, none of that shit." 

He presses his tongue against you again, trailing it to dip into your heat. You mewl and squirm, hands held down by his own so you can be heard. He pauses to inhale your scent, laughing loudly as he growls with heavy-lidded eyes. 

"Your pussy smells just as good as it tastes, Y/N." 

You look down at him, half concerned at the compliment but too aroused to comment. He smirks and surrounds the sensitive flesh with his mouth, licking and sucking relentlessly to make you cry out. Toji pulls back, staring at your hole covered in his salvia. Taking two fingers, he slides them into you, humming with satisfaction. 

"As I thought, you…are tight as hell. The doc must have stitched you up good." 

It took you a moment to realize that he was referring to the infamous "husband stitch" doctors made if they had to cut you during childbirth. That he was betting on that being a possibility was typical. You didn't even know this man for a day, and he was so transparent in his tastes, not that he bothered hiding it from you. 

To hell with it; as long as I get off…this will be worth it. 

He pulls out his fingers, putting them to his mouth and using his other hand to push you down. 

"Open 'em." 

Your legs part, but he pulls them further as he positions himself at your entrance. He was tall enough to make this position work, which impresses you. Your body flinches when he smacks the tip of himself against your clit, pushing down to your hole before roughly thrusting up into your wet cunt. He groans loudly when you scream from the stretch, your walls clinging around him with a snug fit. He'd been right about you being tight, but he was also thicker than most toys You've used during your intimate time. 

He doesn't pause, immediately thrusting into you quickly, causing your entire body to jiggle and shake with each stroke. He lifts your leg onto his shoulder, allowing him to enter you deeper, though he bottoms out only a fourth of his cock left. 

"God damn, I'm about to cum already…shit." 

He presses a thumb against your clit, rolling it clockwise as he slams into you. He was so hard and thick that you could feel him possibly push around other organs in the area, even press against your cervix with rough taps. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex fills the room. The kitchen counter is covered with juices and arousal. Your head becomes dizzy with pleasure, the haze coming over you as your eyes roll in the back of your head. He watches you, panting and grunting. 

"That's it…come on fucking say it…" 

At the peak of your climax, you scream his name, clear fluid spilling out of you as your walls tighten around him to indicate your orgasm. His cock twitches and swells before shooting out thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy, as he leans to growl in your ear. 

The two of you breathe heavily, stuck in the aftermath of your pleasure for a few moments. Finally, Toji pulls out, leaving you a mess of cum and other fluids that spill onto the counter. 

"Damn…it's been a minute since I've come like that. You're a fucking mess." 

It takes a few more seconds to process, looking down at what he was talking about and realizing just how much shit you were in. One, you noticed none of you bothered to use a condom (thankfully, you were on the pill), and second, the time on the clock showed you were more than an hour late coming back from your break. 

"Oh fuck me, I can't return to work like this!" You try to stand on your feet, but your knees give out, having to brace yourself on the counter. You flash an angry glare at Toji, who chuckles at the sight of your distress. 

"You can't even walk, Y/N. Need me to carry you?" 

You didn't have any patience left to deal with his teasing. You could only wobble your way to your bag and pull out your phone, seeing a missed call from your co-worker. Quickly calling back, you give an excuse that there was an emergency during your break and you'd be back shortly. The good news was that your boss had to step out, so I didn't notice you were gone for so long. 

You hang up the phone looking back at Toji, who is still smugly watching you. 

"Leaving?" 

"Yes. I am. If you wanted a second round.." 

He looks down casually at his hands before looking back at you. 

"Nah, I'm good. But…" 

He saunters over to his bathroom door, giving you a wink. 

"Might wanna wash the smell of my dick off before you go." 

After a quick shower, you inspect your dress to ensure nothing gets on it. Your pantyhose was ruined, and you couldn't find your panties. You decide to just slip back in your bra and dress, slipping in your heels, not bothering to say a word to your neighbor that just fucked the life of you. 

The rest of the work went by fast, thankfully so. After picking up your kid, you both head home and catch Toji speaking to a woman who looks indifferent to your presence in the hallway. 

That must be his girlfriend…

You go to your door, ignoring the two until he calls you. You turn, seeing that the other woman has left. 

"Hey, you left something at my place." 

To your horror, he holds up the panties you assumed you lost. You snatch them quickly. 

"Are you insane? Wasn't your girlfriend just here speaking with you?" 

"Her? That's my ex-wife. We were just talking about our son. Her turn to pick him up from daycare." 

You stand in silence, annoyed more than ever that he even answered you truthfully. You open the door, allowing the toddler to run in and laugh happily as you stand in the hallway. 

"What? Need something else?" He asks with a cocky tone to his voice. 

"No." You turn your head, but he reaches out to grab your jaw and turn it back, giving you a quick kiss with a sly grin. 

"Bring that sweet, tight pussy over any time." 

He lets you go, humming to himself while he shuts his door. You stand speechless in the hallway, taking a moment before shaking yourself back to reality. 

This man is going to be trouble…

[pudgedork]

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hey! realised I probably ought to do a pinned post, so here we are.

this is a strictly 18+ blog for feedism kink stuff! if you’re under 18 please go away! also a zero tolerance zone for any bigotry or ed content, and all that stuff.

I’m Pudge! I’m 24 years old, transfem non-binary (she/they) and from the UK (for my sins). I’m quite fond of feedism as you might’ve worked out. I guess I’m both a feedee and feeder? but tbh I prefer to say I’m just generally into feedism. I’ve been into fatness for as long as I can remember, but it took until I came out to really embrace this part of myself.

currently I’m not actively gaining, but I’m not not gaining, if you know what I mean. I’d describe myself as chubby rather than fat at the moment (~200 lbs), but hopefully that might change one day if I meet the right person...

kink stuff:

generally I lean more towards soft feedism and the cosy/romantic side of things, but in a fantasy setting I can go for some of the more intense stuff (immobility, lighter health issues, etc)

light-hearted teasing/humiliation is a big yes, the more explicitly judgemental side of things less so. don’t mind it in fiction, but in reality pls don’t be mean

mutual gaining is my absolute favourite. super hot, but equally romantic and sweet. just very good content

✅ other aspects of feedism I like include outgrowing clothes/furniture/etc, gentle force or funnel feeding, burps/belly noises, and encouragement/mentor stuff

⛔️ things I’m not keen on include inflation, messy/slob stuff (beyond very light examples), pregnancy/breeding, and vore

all fat bodies are rad! from slightly chubby to extremely fat territory, love it all

while I’m personally only attracted to women and femme enbies, all fatness enjoyers are more than welcome here! in my writing I generally try to write from a gender-neutral perspective, so that as many people can share in the squishiness appreciation as possible

other stuff:

I have a chronic illness that pretty much entirely dictates my day-to-day life, and means I don’t have much energy. posts will probably be a bit sporadic because of that, sorry!

fairly sure I’m autistic, but I’ve never been formally diagnosed. given how many times it’s been suggested I should look at pursuing one though, I think I’ve been diagnosed by committee at this point

I came out as trans relatively recently, so I’m still pre-everything. should be starting hormones soon though!

I’m a lesbian, but I’m not actively looking for a relationship right now

DMs are closed, sorry. I’m a pretty socially anxious person, so they’re a bit overwhelming for me. asks are cool though!

I really enjoy writing, which is mostly what I’ll post here. I’m very new to writing kink stuff, so it’s a bit of a learning experience, but one I’m enjoying

love music (though who doesn’t?), mostly punk but also like a bit of indie/alt rock and stuff like that. I’m not a musician though; I don’t have a musical bone in my body unfortunately

my hobbies are all pretty chilled out, partly out of necessity. video games and hours of reading about stuff I find interesting are how I spend a lot of my free time when I’m not resting. I also collect Pokemon cards, because I think the art’s neat :3 (definitely not beating the transfem stereotype allegations here)

I think that’ll do for now, hopefully you enjoy the contents of this blog <3

[peppermintmochafem]

updated get to know me & dni

hii <3 you can call me teddy or really most cute little names

femme/butch nsfw sideblog 

age in bio, no minors, no cishet men, no terfs, no zionists, the usual

trans inclusive and celebratory

use cock and strap interchangeably 

dyslexic and cannot spell at all so if my text posts have a million typos no they dont 

In my femme domme top era 

things you might find here: 

mommy as a title <333

dumbification 

denial 

pain play

tags I use: 

my text posts nsft text 

domme thoughts: femme dom hours or whatever >:), or femme dom hours tonight babes, 

posts (over)sharing about my own sex life: about my sex life

Posts about group dynamics/ sex: Big House

Asks: love letters only, asks 💌

feel free to see asks, crush confessions, love letters, etc, etc, happy to give emojis 

🦋 as a tag is about someone specific 

☀️ as a tag is about someone specific who you can find here

Taken emoji tags: 🐕‍🦺,🥝,🦴,💦, 🎾

dni: 

proana/thinspo/weight control/feederism 

ddlg/ageplay

a lot of my posts have caregiver vibes because i love a Dynamic but it is most certainly not in an ageplay way <3

any type of dubcon INCLUDING cnc, somno, hard overstim and intox !

hard limits but can interact: 

free use

size kink

butch superiority

happy to trigger tag anything <3

okay just be nice and be good 💋

[chubbening]

h-hey, I saw you are a trans female feedee and wanted to know... what's that like? With every passing week i'm more sure i'm trans and I'd love to gain some weight when i'm on hrt. So talking to someone who went through that would really help!

Hi there :)

So I am going to answer your question, but I always feel the need to preempt this things with some important points. Mainly, I can only speak on my personal experience as a feedee/gainer on feminizing HRT. If this is a topic you really want to dig into, I encourage you to get some different perspectives--maybe from some of the other gorgeous trans gals I'm always reblogging! My experience is not theirs, and it will not be yours. Everyone's path and results will vary, with the gaining, with the hormones, with the self-love.

All that said, this transformative experience has been incredible. I had wanted to gain weight lots of times over the years, both before and after I knew I was trans, before and after coming out, and before and after starting HRT. I kept holding back though because I didn't think I'd actually look good with more weight--because I hated my body as it was, so I wasn't able to gain from a place of self-love, which I think is so important. I think I was also restricting my eating as a way to exercise control over a body that had been shaped mainly by things outside of my control. Like, if I couldn't look like what I found attractive, I'd at least look conventionally attractive to other people.

HRT is the best health decision I've made in my life, and what I love most about it isn't even how it's changing my body (stick with me, we'll get there). My results are not universal, but within 24 hours of starting estradiol and spironolactone, I felt better. I felt more awake and in-tune with everything around me, it made my intrusive thoughts and bad days more manageable, it made the world a brighter place for me. It got rid of urges and desires I think would be too heavy for me to get into here, but you can probably guess.

I found that I could love myself, could love my body, which made me finally take the steps I wanted to change it. The hormones do their own work, of course, and I've been lucky on many fronts with that. My tits ain't stopping, my ass (which was already pretty good "for a guy") isn't either. The weight is going mostly where I like it, and the skin softening has helped with that too.

And here's the amazing thing, and why I think the self-love is so important out the gate. I'm not getting my "ideal" body. This isn't the body I used to fantasize about having. My hips are decent, but will probably never be where I want them relative to the rest of me.

But that's okay. It's okay! Before HRT, I didn't think I could accept anything less than total control sculpting my ideal body. Now, I get excited by every little change.

Like my face. I had the stereotypical face dysphoria thing where it just felt off looking at myself in the mirror. Uncanny, like that wasn't me, like it was just the mask of a suit the real me was wearing 24/7. The HRT changed that, probably a combination of fixing (some of) my brain chemistry and the physical changes to my face. Now, with gaining weight, my face is still changing, rounding out, but it still feels like me. It still looks like me.

Okay, after taking a lil break from writing this, I realize I could go on and on even more. (we didn't even get into how all this has healed my relationship to food!) If you have more specific questions, feel free to drop em. (And ask other trans femmes who are open to that!)

And if this is the way you decide to go, allow me to welcome you to the feeder-guy-to-feedee-girl pipeline. You'll have lots of company ;)

Always remember, make your decisions out of love for yourself, all bodies are beautiful, if you want to be trans you can just be trans.

<3

[femmemisiaczek]

Welcome to my horny hours blog 🐻🫶🏻

Hi! I'm Misiaczek ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

But you can call me Misia, Misiaczek, Love.

I'm a 18 y/o stone femme lesbian, femme 4 butch and a sub.

I go by she/her (only by femmes/butches) and they/them (everyone else).

wlw / wlnb; do not reblog if you're straight, I do not want cis-men or straight people interacting with my blog, this is purely a lesbian ns/ft blog. Respect this please, or I will block you.

dom/sub, leather, overstim, praise, biting/marks, size diff, breeding, a little cnc, somno, free use, a little sado/macho, impact play, anal, spit, a little restraints, daddy/mommy.

kinks....

hard no's....

degradation, piss, scat, vomit, blood, vore, gore, ageplay, permanant marks, knife kink, feederism.

terms....

cunt, hole, tits, ass, pussy, nipples, nips.

// Cis Men DNI // Straights DNI // Terfs, Trans misogynists DNI // MINORS DNI (No ageless blogs) // Racists (Islamophobes, Antisemites, etc) //

[plushefemme]

"innocent" housewife feeder concepts- holidays edition ❄️

making the most hearty, butter and cream-laden foods, it's cold out, you need food that'll stick to your ribs and keep you warm

packing a thermos full of rich creamy hot cocoa with your lunch every day

trying SOOO many recipes for various holiday gatherings and i make you my official taste-tester (but you end up having more than a taste, we can't let it go to waste!)

constant baking- endless batches of holiday cookies, bars, brownies, cakes, pies from scratch with all-butter crust.... i offer that you take some of the extras to share with your coworkers but you scarf half of them in the car, i've slowly worn down your willpower and you just can't resist

i take you shopping to get new winter clothes because you've way outgrown last year's, although i insist it's only because i love to see you in a nice new fuzzy sweater

movie marathons, cuddling under blankets on the couch with snacks and eggnog, and i can't keep my hands off your full, softening belly

once i've figured out your all-time favorite holiday treats i make sure there's a constant supply available

and of course, lots of TLC after you've overindulged at a party, peppermint tea, ginger, so many belly rubs, plus shortbread cookies and homemade bread to help "settle your stomach"....

[depravedangelbaby]

lil pinned post ♡ this blog is strictly 18+ only.

I was dirtyangelbaby and dazedangelbaby, before that I was prettypiscesprincesss. I'm also @dumbpiscesprincess but I'm inactive over there, @deviantangelbaby is my risky account ♡

hi, I'm angel! ♡

I'm 27, use they/them (some old posts have femme terms), I'm attracted to all genders n love to love ♡ I'm polyam and in a long term relationship with the sweetest babe, please use she/her and only refer to her as my partner ♡

this is a trans and sex worker inclusive space ♡ anyone who disrespects that will be blocked immediately.

this is a space to explore my harder kinks like cnc, piss, and somno. I currently don't tag so major cw for this blog!

you can find my content under #angel ♡

content with others is under #angels ♡

please do not spam like all of my posts. it's alright if you reblog some, but this is just something that makes me anxious.

DO NOT INTERACT: minors, MAPs/p*dos, racists, terfs/swerfs, feederism/ed blogs, detrans/misgendering blogs, and anyone who says shit like "I don't pay for nudes" or "I won't buy your onlyfans"

I block a lot of blogs! be a decent person to stick around. have your age and 18+/no minors in your bio or pinned! don't add unwanted captions (the tags are right there!), and respect creators' DNIs. thank you ♡

I'm shy but love making new friends! mutuals shoot me a message if you want to chat ♡ I'll tag posts by mutuals with #angelic mutuals, although I only tag if I'm adding other comments/compliments as well!

I ran out of tag space (u can't search on my blog) so I'll add all of 'em under the cut ♡

so obviously there's my tags angel (me), angels (partners n friends), angel answers (asks), angel asks (requests for y'all), angel listens (mostly spotify links, sometimes audios i enjoy), angel rambles (unimportant words from me), angel speaks (my audios), angel talks (semi-important words from me), angelic mutuals (my beautiful mutuals)

cutesy slutty tags: hehe, hehehe, hehehehe, it's me, lil self rb, me, meooooow,

horny/feral tags: brain go brrrr, don't look at me (but look at me n tease me), don't fucking look at me omg, dumb pet hours, fav, fav fav fav, fuck, i am daydreaming, i am thinking, ideas, i'm dizzy, need, needneedneed, no thoughts head empty, oh i am thinking, oh!, oh my fucking god, oh my god, omg, omg omg, omg omg omg, please? 🥺, pretty please?, simply, so meeeeean, suddenly i'm drooling, this would fix me, ugh ugh ugh, wantwantwant, want want want, when will it be my turn, yeah, yearning

emoji based tags: 😵😵, <3

anon tags: kitty anon, feral/feral lesbian anon, 🐻♥️, 🎲, 🍄, 🍊, 💕, ❗, 🐺

[realityhq]

WELCOME TO PARADISE, SANTANA (alexxis lemire fc),

here is your GUIDE to all things treble related. you have 24 hours to turn in your account and post your intro. get ready to face the cameras, because there’s no turning back from here!

BASICS:

[ALEXXIS LEMIRE, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] incoming, [SANTANA LOPEZ] has just arrived in paradise! i hear they’re [21]! they’re known to be [PASSIONATE] and [RESOURCEFUL] but also [HOT-TEMPERED] and [MEDDLESOME] coming into the house, they have brought with them [her AMY WINEHOUSE “BACK TO BLACK” LP, a SET OF PREMIUM CRYSTAL NAIL FILES, a TAPE RECORDER AND DUCT TAPE, a CHILDHOOD PHOTO OF HER WITH HER GRANDMOTHER and a COPY OF ESMERALDA SANTIAGO’S “WHEN I WAS PUERTO RICAN”], hopefully that’s enough to prepare them through treble to come. get ready because from here on out it’s lights, camera, action! [a, 30+, she/her, gmt -3]

PLEASE TELL US THREE THINGS ABOUT YOUR LIFE BEFORE THE SHOW

“The first thing you should know ‘bout me is that I keep it real and real hilarious. Some people say I’m a bitch, but I prefer “casually cruel in the name of bein’ honest.” The second thing you need to know is that the razor blades hidden in my hair inspired Peaky Blinders. [Narrows eyes at the camera] So, don’t piss me off unless you wanna get snixxed. If I had to describe myself, I’d say that I’m the three Fs. Fierce, femme and fu-hold up, can I say [beep]? No? Okay, fine. Fierce, femme and phenomenal.”

“I’m a junior at Ohio State University where I’m studying Arts Management & Entrepreneurship, with a minor in Music Production. I want to become the next Paula Abdul, y’know, minus the drinking problem. She’s my número uno Latina and I’ve been modelling my fierceness after her for years. ‘sides, one of my goals in life is to be financially comfortable. The other one is to look hot while doin’ it. She’s got a net worth of $30 million and she looks good for being, like, ancient. Oh, I’m also a Delta Zeta girl. Just throwin’ that out there ‘cause if I don’t, Little House on the Prairie Barbie is gonna freak. Don’t tell her I called her that. […] What? Puh-lease, I’m not afraid of her - she’s as ferocious as a teacup Yorkie! [Furrows brow] Actually, cut that whole part out.”

“Why did I join the Nud– New Directions? Well, listen here, honey, if the Kardashians can donate money to deduct their contributions from their taxable income, I don’t see why I can’t get in the whole “giving to charity for my own benefit” shtick myself. No offense but… when I’m interviewed by someone who’s actually somebody, it’ll look good to say that in my formative years I was alls ‘bout making the lives of the bottom feeders of the social aquarium a little better just by letting them stand in the same room as me without giving them a slushie facial. Plus, someone needs to knock dwarf Diane Warren down a peg or two. [Smiles at the camera] You’re welcome.” 

[godmyths]

mafia  au???  this  would  fit  the  fam  so  perfectly???

ZEUS  is  technically  the  patriarch  but  it’s  his  stupid  antics  that  keep  getting  them  into  shit  all  the  time.  despite  his  recklessness,  people  stick  with  him  because  he’s  charming  and  personable,  and  is  generally  a  fair  and  just  boss.  has  loads  of  kids  and  a  new  one  joins  the  fam  every  month  and  he’s  determined  to  leave  a  worthy  legacy  for  them  to  inherit.  always  stressed  because  his  family  have  a  ton  of  problems  and  he  always  has  to  play  peacemaker.

POSEIDON  is  second  in  command  and  has  his  head  screwed  on  more  than  zeus  but  is  tempestuous  and  quick  to  react.  very  competitive  and  wants  to  lead  more  than  anything,  but  is  generally  less  approachable  than  zeus  and  does  not  possess  his  way  with  people.  but  he  is  loyal  and  if  he  favours  you  then  he  will  always  stand  beside  you.  also  sleeps  around  like  zeus,  but  while  zeus  is  more  lustful  and  will  have  a  new  affair  every  week,  poseidon’s�� affairs  are  more  long  lasting  and  passionate. 

HERMES  is  the  messenger  and  spy.  often  sent  out  to  get  intel  on  enemies  and  deliver  the  organisations  demands  /  threats.  hasn’t  been  killed  yet  because  he’s  a  snake  and  has  his  finger  in  a  lot  of  illegal  pies.  knows  a  lot  of  influential  people  and  will  get  you  what  you  need  for  a  fair  price,  which  is  not  money,  but  information.  give  him  something  seedy  or  life  ruining  and  he’ll  get  you  whatever  the  hell  you  need.

ARES  is  the  head  henchman.  big  and  violent,  he  is  often  taken  along  to  important  meetings  to  physically  threaten  those  who  may  stand  against  them.  has  committed  some  terrible  crimes  and  is  infamous  for  the  sins  he  has  enacted  upon  fellow  man.  probably  everybody’s  least  favourite  gang  member  but  is  well  respected  for  his  bloody  and  savage  nature.  has  often  been  kicked  out  of  the  organisation  due  to  pissing  off  the  others,  and  has  served  prison  time  a  lot  over  the  years,  but  the  family  always  let  him  back  in  because  it’s  better  to  have  the  mad  dog  on  your  side  than  against  it.

DIONYSUS  doesn’t  have  an  official  job  but  his  presence  is  greatly  felt  throughout  the  gang.  he  throws  the  best  parties,  has  great  taste,  and  loves  to  be  the  center  of  attention.  has  time  for  everyone  and  will  always  give  a  shoulder  to  cry  on  if  needed.  is  nicknamed  “the  wanderer”  because  of  his  love  for  travelling  and  is  known  to  be  a  nomad.  will  likely  show  up  in  the  early  hours  of  the  morning  to  eat  your  food  and  fall  asleep  on  your  sofa  because  he  doesn’t  actually  have  his  own  home.

HADES  and  PERSEPHONE  are  a  part  of  the  family  business  but  a  different  branch  that  handles  the  more  “legal”  activities.  they  live  in  another  state  and  successfully  run  their  domain,  and  rarely  travel  back  to  their  hometown  to  see  the  family  ( though  seph  does  like  to  vacation  there  every  summer  to  see  her  mother ).  the  pair  are  super  rich,  have  a  loving  marriage,  and  are  well  respected.  seph  likes  to  post  photos  of  hades  being  cute  and  playing  with  their  dogs  on  social  media.  hades  is  always  on  hand  if  you  need  a  loan,  safehouse,  or  plane  ticket  out  of  the  city  fast.

HERA  is  the  matriarch  of  the  family.  loves  her  children  and  will  do  anything  to  protect  them,  which  is  why  she  puts  up  with  zeus’  shit  knowing  that  they  will  be  in  more  danger  should  they  leave  the  safety  of  the  organisation.  despite  her  maternal  nature,  hera  is  absolutely  dangerous,  perhaps  more  so  than  her  husband.  she  is  a  very  jealous  and  vengeful  person,  and  will  ruin  the  lives  of  those  who  stab  her  in  the  back  or  endanger  her  family.  loves  being  from  a  big  family  because  there’s  always  a  lot  of  weddings  and  christenings  going  on,  and  she  will  plan  every  single  one  to  picture  perfection.  

HESTIA  is  the  least  involved  with  the  family  business.  instead,  she  runs  a  homeless  shelter  in  the  city.  any  money  she  earns  is  put  into  helping  others  and  she  often  goes  without  or  risks  her  own  health  to  care  for  those  in  the  community.  but  even  though  she  is  not  part  of  the  family  business,  she  is  absolutely  close  to  her  family.  she  is  the  one  they  turn  to  when  they  need  advice  or  protection.  she  is  non-judgemental  and  dedicated  to  the  happiness  of  her  family,  and  will  be  there  for  them  through  anything.  because  of  this  she  is  loved  by  the  family,  and  they  are  over  protective  of  her.

APHRODITE  is  the  femme  fatale  of  the  family.  she  is  well  known  for  her  effect  on  men  and  will  use  it  to  the  advantage  of  the  organisation.  is  definitely  a  match  maker  and  if  she  senses  any  chemistry  between  two  people  will  absolutely  try  to  set  them  up.  is  very  body  confident  and  sex  positive,  so  any  advice  or  issues  you  have  she  is  easy  to  speak  to  on  such  matters.  is  a  feminist  and  is  known  to  stand  up  against  her  male  counterparts  to  protect  or  keep  safe  the  females  in  the  family.  the  boys  stop  taking  her  on  nights  out  because  she  easily  steals  away  the  attention  of  the  women  they’re  trying  to  chat  up.  just  wants  to  be  loved  but  is  known  to  have  a  bad  history  when  it  comes  to  romance  and  is  quite  sensitive  and  damaged  from  her  romantic  experiences.

DEMETER  runs  her  own  florist  shop  and  is  on  the  garden  comittee  in  her  affluent  neighbourhood.  is  not  against  enlisting  the  help  of  the  organisation  to  sabotage  the  gardens  of  those  who  oppose  her  or  don’t  appreciate  her  advice.  adores  her  daughter  persephone,  who  she  sees  most  summers,  but  never  liked  hades  for  stealing  her  daughter  away  from  her  and  moving  her  so  far  away,  so  catch  her  dropping  catty  comments  and  one  liners  about  him  at  the  family  parties.  is  the  best  cook  ever  and  makes  big  meals,  tempting  everybody  to  come  over  and  sample  what  she’s  whipped  up  that  day.  is  definitely  a  feeder.

GIVE  ME  THREADS  IN  THIS  VERSE  PLEASE???

[applescraps]

Tagged by @jakehercy

nicknames: Mo, Merky, Meerkat (ikd, my coworkers try to give me nicknames) gender: femme-ish lady? star sign: Virgo height: 5′7 time: 4:55pm birthday: September 19 fav bands: Death Cab for Cutie, Coldplay, Owl City fav solo artists: ?? i don’t keep tabs that well ??  song stuck in my head: nothing...?  last movie watched: Ghibli’s Ocean Waves last show watched: 30 Rock what do i post: cats, pretty things, funny things? last thing i googled: how to make a hummingbird feeder from a bottle do you have other blogs: cooking, witchly aesthetics, and travel blogs  do you get asks: not really why did you choose your url: it’s based on the name of a bread from my favorite bakery. apple scrapple bread yes. following: 219 followers: 246

favorite colours: green, blue, and pink average hours of sleep: eight, i suppose lucky number: i like 9s and 7s instruments: mainly flute and piccolo, but also piano and bassoon what am i wearing: jeggings, tank top/jacket combo and ankle boots to hide my ankle brace, huzzah  how many blankets do i sleep with: at least one, sometimes two or three. dream job: stay at home cat-mom. so i can bake and learn to sew and stuff dream trip: back to Japan ;~: visit my grandpa. go to Uji and Kyoto during the fall to see the leaves. favourite food: curry rice. or peanut M&Ms  nationality: American favorite song right now: Most Girls

my brain is fried from work so I’m sorry I’m not tagging anybody. but feel free to do it and then tag me so i can creep on your answers! OuO

and thank you, Jake (can I still call you J-chan??) for tagging me! <3

[double-croche1]

[PLAYLIST FÉVRIER 2019 (2/2) / SPOTIFY] Nouvelle playlist pour les aventureux. 🌹

LE LIEN : 🕊 https://spoti.fi/2SEnmiL 👦

Au programme : Weyes Blood / Beirut / Homeshake / James Blake / Hand Habits / Jessica Pratt / Voyou / WORLD BRAIN / pecas / Holy Ghost! / Sharon Van Etten / ANEMONE / Foxygen / TR/ST / Prince Innocence / Panda Bear / Deerhunter / Foals / Miel De Montagne / Vampire Weekend / Drugdealer / Steve Gunn / Zsela / Living Hour / Toro y Moi / Lydia Ainsworth / THESE NEW PURITANS / Woman's Hour / Babeheaven / Ex:Re (Elena Tonra) / Molly Sarlé / Claud / SASAMI feat. Devendra Banhart / Kip Nelson / Helado Negro / Body Type / Anna Calvi / Michelle Blades / Pépite / LA FEMME

Pour retrouver les interviews qu'on a faites avec les artistes présents sur cette playlist, c'est par ici : �� Weyes Blood : http://bit.ly/2fvREkJ ☞ Hand Habits : http://bit.ly/2uqQCgW ☞ Jessica Pratt : http://bit.ly/2H2QN3S ☞ Voyou : http://bit.ly/2F1Brzg ☞ Sharon Van Etten : https://bit.ly/2QVl752 ☞ Anemone : https://bit.ly/2SDX4gE ☞ Foxygen : http://bit.ly/2gskzpZ ☞ Panda Bear : https://bit.ly/2SB8uAW ☞ Lydia Ainsworth : http://bit.ly/2Fd9K7E ☞ Babeheaven : http://bit.ly/2d9Dikr ☞ Anna Calvi : https://bit.ly/2SNoZds ☞ Pépite : https://bit.ly/2tifrtG

Crédits illustration : Vivian Maier, Pigeon Feeder c.1955 (Colourised)

Bonne écoute ! ♬

[plushefemme]

another "innocent" housewife feeder concept: the idea of my partner finally protesting that i'm feeding them too much rich food (even though they're blushing and smiling when they say it so i have a suspicion they're not protesting TOO much) and they accuse me of making them fat, i'm like what are you talking about, it's all homemade so it's healthy for you!! i only make things from scratch, using whole unprocessed ingredients 🥺🥺😇🥰 *cut to me putting like a whole stick of butter into basically everything i make*

[plushefemme]

i used to never have feeder thoughts BUT recently i'm really vibing with the notion of being a cute lil femme housewife feeder in my frilly apron who pretends to be completely innocent, "of course i'm not trying to make you fat, honey! i'm just taking good care of you, now finish your dinner so i can bring you dessert" *bats eyelashes*

there's always a fresh batch of cookies or a cake for my partner to snack on, and i pack them huge lunches to take to work. forget going hungry, i make sure they're never not full, with a constantly rotating menu of hearty stews and fresh-baked bread, ribeye steak basted with butter and herbs, chicken wings, pot roasts and mashed potatoes with thick gravy, heavy casseroles and trays of mac 'n cheese from scratch, not to mention bacon, hashbrowns and eggs cooked to order every morning because "breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" plus homemade biscuits lathered in butter and jam, coffee with cream and sugar.

i pout and act all hurt if my partner doesn't clean their plate, so of course they always do, and accept seconds and thirds, and pretty soon they're unbuttoning their pants after every meal and asking me sheepishly if we can go shopping because they need new clothes. and i'm like "of course baby, those pants were looking a little worn out anyway 😇" as if i'm not beside myself with pride and satisfaction and lust, to see all my love and hard work manifested in each pound added onto their softening body