#force feeding fantasy

[dionysianchub]

I've had this ongoing fantasy of being my office's communal pet pig. Everyone's blubbered up little toy to fatten, play with, and abuse to get their stress out and get through the day.

In the mornings come the sweets. Donuts, muffins, scones, and every sticky, sugary breakfast treat that can be carried in those familiar pink boxes gets delivered to my desk. People take turns shoving a few pastries in my mouth before wiping the sticky mess from their fingers onto my too-tight shirt, a couple of them give my belly a few firm slaps before heading to their desk to work. A few stay behind to watch me paw through the pastries, gorging myself as my chair creaks weakly as it struggles to support my growing weight. They have a betting pool going to see how much longer it can hold out.

At lunch time they come by with the unwanted scraps of their own meals, a few committed individuals packing full lunches just for the office pig. They marvel at my gluttony, treating me like the human garbage disposal I am, and watching in mixed pleasure and disgust as I eat everything they give me through heavy breaths and muffled burps. "Good job, fatass." they say, grabbing and shaking one of my overflowing rolls and watching my fat body ripple from the motion. A stray button flies off my shirt, and the person feeding me starts fingering the newly exposed gap in the fabric, prodding my plush blubber as they shove another large bite of food down my throat.

At the end of the day I'm waddling to get to my car, painfully stuffed and aroused from being used as everyone's tubby stress ball all day long, clothing barely hanging on, stretched over the too-full belly now hanging out the bottom of my shrinking shirt. And it's only Wednesday.

[futureimmobilemodel]

I'm just a tank for lard...

[dionysianchub]

God you're so fucking hot. Seeing how desperate you are to eat yourself fatter is soooo sexy. I wish I could get my hands on you, I'd feed you til your poor piggy gut couldn't take any more - and knowing you, that would take a while. 😘

God I want that. Please feed me til I cry and whimper and beg you to stop. Then top me off a few minutes later with a gainer shake or two. Or three. 🥵 I want someone to keep me full to bursting 24/7, make my body stretch so tightly around all the food you pump into me that I burst with new bright stretch marks every day. Keep me growing until I fill the bed with heavy rolls of lard that weigh me down and slow my movements. Make me a living monument to greed, a mountain of wobbly, quivering fat whose only purpose is to dutifully swallow every bite of food placed in front of me.

[overstuffd]

thinking more vampire feeder thoughts last night, like a vampire who considers themselves a true gourmand.

they keep a harem of five or six docile, overstuffed piggies and cows, but they carefully control each ones diet to make their blood as delicious as possible.

one is fed mostly on butter and whipping cream to give them rich, intensely indulgent blood.

another is constantly gorging on fatty meats. whole roast legs eaten off the bone, rich stews, platters of marbelled ham to idly snack on between enormous meals until their blood turns to delicious, savory gravy inside their veins.

one is little more than a living dessert, constantly surrounded by platters of decadent treats and goblets of sweet juice. an incubus busy between their legs constantly eding them their body is flooded with serotonin as well as all that sugar. their vampire master passing them around as an after meal snack and the pleasure hormones they've been gently marinated in sends the other vampires into a frenzy, desperate to fuck this perfect little cream puff.

[strawb3rrystarburst]

You're throwing a party. A big one. You invite all your friends, order tons of food and buy tons of drinks. Maybe too much, considering the size of the party, but you can never be too prepared. You get pizza and chips, sodas and beers. Nice and filling. Only about half of it is eaten by the time the party finally winds down, it seems you overestimated.

Once everyone leaves, it's time to clean up. Most people would consider all that leftover food a waste, but you don't. You've got a special dump, one that will make sure none of it goes to waste.

I sit obediently as you bring boxes still full of greasy, cheesy pizza to me. You push slice after slice into my mouth, making sure it's all disposed of. You pause in between every few slices to bring a can of soda to my lips, forcing me to chug it, or else it'll spill all over my quickly bloating gut. I get a moment to belch before the cycle repeats. Any groans of protest from me drowned out by the sound of my gut churning and gurgling, creamy fat hanging heavily between my thighs.

Soon enough, the apartment is clean, all the leftovers disposed of. The only evidence is the sound of your garbage disposal, processing all of that waste.

[princess-munchies]

Someone needs to get me soooo fucking stoned right now. Tell me how much to smoke and how much to eat~ Just get me big and brainless~ 💖💨🍃

[somnolentdipso]

I adore the feedback from my last writing so perhaps have another🫢.

Dms are always open to teasing and etc

The devil isn't in the whipped cream. The second dollop of gelato. Their wicked smile when they peel the cake free of its casing, slipping a thick quarter on your plate, perched on the edge of your quivering lap.

Just a little treat.

They share your smirk. Nothing little about you, these days. They stroke the spoon with your chubby fingers, squeezing your limp arm, sweeping the plate to rest on your lazy stomach as your eyes drift. You blow a warm, gentle sigh. The treats are getting bigger. They made

sure.

You hear how well you did at work today. You watch the glimmer in their gaze. Do they know you've realised?

That the fun isn't in what they're feeding you.

The fun is in when.

They were joking, first. Sure, you deserve a little something for getting dressed this morning, all by by yourself. Stretching a shirt over your fat. Sucking in for the zipper... why not? Another for shopping, knees aching around the store, arms covered in crème fraiche flesh where your biceps used to be. It's fair. More for making dinner, lumbering your weight across the kitchen, holding your tongue to all those sinful tastes and smells as you hip-check the fridge. Pretending you didn't wobble, down to your groin. Pretending you have discipline.

The reward for finishing all your food? It's more food.

More treats. They're watching. Listening to your huffs and pants. The slightest hint of physical labour, leaving you salivating in anticipation. Did the dishes? Pizza slice. Took the trash out? Chocolate croissant. Licked the plate clean? One quart of milkshake, a funnel, their hand, your mouth. The second you break the slightest sweat - plied, every drop curving with excess. Bursting through your underclothes. Dinner after dinner, earned in the ripples through your sensitive skin.

[princess-munchies]

Lord I am looking for encouragement~

I want to get so fat~

So stoned~

So stupid~

I need someone to control me! To make me their fat piggy princess! I just need someone to own me~!

[thepiggygirls]

Before vs after of my big birthday stuffing yesterday 🤤 still feeling it today 😩🐷

[carstenkk-blog]

The making of a prized hucow

The cow experience

Hi there I'm a dairy farmer who has been corrupted by Hucow community! I never found it sexy to think about women as cows 🐄 but now after I have been corrupted it's another matter.

The cow experiences

This is for those who want to experience what it would be like to be a dairy cow I'll describe it in 3 levels

Level 1 as you all probably know cows eat a lot and get milked in level 1 first we need to find out what your limit is for your food intake. Milking you will also happen every 12 hours. Milking will consist of massage of each breast and kissing and sucking on the nippels to stimulate milk flow this will go on for 10 minutes to make sure you release all of your milk! And as a cow you reset of 14 hours and work for 10 as in eating to make your milk 😉

Level 2

Is the same as level 1 but here we will increase your food intake to 15-18 mj pr day. With the increased food intake milk production will also increase to 15 minutes every 12 hours

Level 3

After you have proven you can handle it in level 2 we will increase increase your food intake to 23 MJ as a high preforming dairy cow. Milking will also increase to 3 times a day every 8 hours. Oh there will not be any opportunity to say no to your increased food intake that will be forced if you want the benefits!

Of course belly rups will be included ad libitum as a farmer I'm there to make sure you have the best life all your needs will be taken care of 😉

When level 3 has been completed we will make you ready for the animal show where I will present you in all of your glory we will do your hair and nails and find a outfit that make you stand out from all the rest 🐄😉👌

[cherry-o-piggy]

I see the cutest gingery boy piggie in the store. When it’s my turn for him to serve me, he completes the tasks, clearing his throat, and fumbling with the tight, straining waist of his khakis (he had to move his taught, round uniform clad pot belly). He was wonderfully polite, only a bit flustered- which is cute on him.

Sometimes I wonder if these pretty little sluts, begging for an aggressive woman to shove their chubby cheeks into a trough— ever see my as a “foid” (female humanoid, incel slang). I’d dare them. How cute an incel would be, ashamed and sputtering, while I stuff him so full, his pretty fupa overcomes his piggy cock, shrinking its reach until it’s as good as a pocket pussy.

( p.s guy at the store was totally nice, I have no reason to believe he would be an incel, but he got me having a little fluttery power fantasy. I’ve been pretty upset about the existence of incels lately, it’s a nice thought to actively be in control of someone’s sexuality out of helplessness due to sheer size— especially to break down the incel ‘s ideology bc they’ll do whatever I say for pleasure and more food….)

(I wasn’t weird to him at all, I adverted my gaze after I realized he was fixing his belt, these are inside thoughts shared on here instead of in person)