#sleepy feedee

[chuubykate24]

i can't even remember how much i've eaten the last few days 🤗

[shyprincessthoughts]

It's been a while. I am finally starting to feel a but better. My house is starting to get back to normal, too. Christmas is approaching, and I am hoping to get back to my fighting weight before then, but my appetite keeps trying to block me at every turn. I am starting to stuff just before bed again to get back on track. Do you think my plan is working? My tummy feels solid and heavy, but the scale is lying, I think. Anyway, sorry for the short post. I am still trying to rest as much as I can cause I want to be totally good for all the Christmas goodies I can put into my greedy tummy!

[bigbellybelle]

Absolutely exhausted after a long day. Just need someone to rub my tummy and praise me rn smh 🥱

[localgiant]

I'm sorry if this is dumb: but are you into boys, girls, or both?

This isnt dumb, im into both, Depends on the day tho, some days i lean towards hella gay, others hella straight, most days just that good old bisexual fat guy vibe imma go passout from lack of sleeps

[housecow]

How would you rank the following feedee experiences?

The taste and enjoyment of a foods flavor

being stuffed

seeing yourself get juuust a little bit bigger (over time)

this is such a cute ask !!! ngl this may not be what y’all expected but.

1. the taste and enjoyment of food

2. seeing myself get bigger

3. being stuffed

i LOVE food. i eat good food, part of why im so fat is because i give into my cravings and i crave everything…

but i actually kinda hate the feeling of being full 😭😭 i get so sleepy and lazy and it’s so hot here in TX, i overheat easily 😭 my tits get sweaty and stuck to my belly if they’re not in a bra, and if they are in a bra it gets tight and uncomfortable 😭 i can’t bend over at all because im so swollen full of food. i can eat a LOT now so i think it just knocks me tf out 😭😭

love waking up fatter the next day tho :3

[soft-served-sapph2]

when a feedee is looking down at their overly stuffed belly with sleepy eyes and pouty lips 🥵

[overlydeniableteddy]

Fattening Valley

First pov / feedee pov / second pov feeder / intox feedism / weight gain / mention of sex

I’ve already been at the farm for quite some time, working hard to build a successful life for myself in the valley, engaging with the townspeople, pining after Harvey and slowly winning his affection…

And then one day, you come to town, taking it by storm. I offer you a place to stay in the farm house so you don’t have to worry about finding accommodation while you get settled. It’s only after a week or two that you begin to enact your master plan, only eating half of the dinner you prepared in thanks for letting you stay and giving me the rest of your portion and a few leftovers. Me being polite, I accept, not wanting to admit to you that I’m already full. You start cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner, all of them bigger portions than what I usually had. You bring me snacks throughout the day, slowing me down and making me feel more sleepy and lethargic.

The charade continues for a few weeks, a pot belly forming under my clothes, my thighs and ass looking a bit more thick and blubbery— my face puffing up slightly. That’s when you move onto the next stage, you take me to Gus’ for a big thank you dinner, all this time you’ve been making subtle moves towards me, declaring your romantic and sexual desires with me, I laugh you off and say that I’m flattered. But you don’t stop. At this dinner date, you ply me with a variation of wines and beers, getting me drunker as you flirt more and more with me, I start drunkenly flirting back for giggles. You order plate upon plate of food for me, stuffing me so full that I nearly fall into a food coma at the bar. You scoot your chair around to my side of the table, slipping your hand into my clothes, feeling the taut bloated body beneath. I rest my head on your shoulder as you make me finish every last bite. Whimpering and burping from how full I am. The other townspeople look on in confusion and worry, they thought that it was me and Harvey that were supposed to end up together… but they don’t intervene.

At midnight, Gus closes for the night. You essentially carry an exceptionally drunk me home to the farmhouse, I belch and moan the whole way back, one arm looped around your shoulders and the other resting on my stuffed full belly. Once we get back, you decide to encourage me to drink some milk I forgot to sell during the day and I comply, lusting after you with boarish desires.

The next morning, I wake up still stuffed and hungover, unable to bring myself to get up and go about the farm chores. You smile and waltz your way into my bedroom, a thick stack of pancakes and a large coffee (with some whiskey mixed in), you declare that you’ve already done the chores for the day so I should relax and take a day for myself in bed.

You start doing this more and more, always making sure I’m in a state of tipsiness at all times, it’s easier to get me to eat more this way. My bloated pot belly becomes a large hanging gut, my arms flabby sacks of fat that can’t even bring themselves to pick up even a hoe anymore, my legs thick and blubbery cellulite ridden slabs of meat. My face rounded and cherub like— constantly rosy and jolly. I’ve begun to outgrow my once baggy clothes, knitted jumpers always riding up my belly halfway, showing off a large slice of pale fat belly.

Harvey becomes worried, he sees my decline of diet and increased intoxication, he wants to confront you for my changes but I brush him off and tell him that farmers are supposed to carry a little extra thickness, it’s all just thick muscle. He’s flustered but let’s it go until I stop doing the farm work entirely, and only appear in town for our weekly date at the saloon where you get me drunker than I’ve been all week and stuffed to beyond my increasing limits.

It goes on for a year, you transforming me into a lazy, flabby pig that can’t even take care of his own farm anymore, spending his days eating and drinking in various locations— constantly outgrowing his clothes. My body truly becoming a round and blobby spectacle for the whole valley to bask in…

And then we marry, I’m yours and yours alone. Your fat, drunk piggy, a fallen vestige of a once promising young farmer.

[shyprincessthoughts]

Okay, I am confused about something. Do people who live their lives in bigger bodies have "feeling fat days" ? I am being genuine in my question because I have been feeling very large all day today. I just have this feeling like my tummy is a lot larger and much more solid today. It's also heavier and unyielding. My waddle is more pronounced, more so than I even I think it ever has been before. My stamina is way down, and I got winded waiting for the elevator to travel up one floor. I keep knocking stuff off my desk and drawers. I just feel really really fat today, and on the scale, I have not gained hardly anything... Is there such thing as a fat fat day!? Cause I feel today like I may be in one of those days. I keep counting down the days til someone asks me when I am due because there is no hiding this food, baby bump! Except for when I wear my onesie of power. Then I just look like a cuddle ball with arms and legs... and a colorful dragon tail. I think this dragon needs to go to bed and sleep off some of this day. Hopefully, I will be wake up still feeling round and over plumped like this in the morning. I kinda like this feeling. Sweet Dreams and Happy Halloween!

[paunchbunny]

trans girlfriend who forcemascs you into the perfect fat subby butch. she just came out and started hrt and she wants to be a classic femme, and for that she needs a cute butch toy, right? she shows you how her tits are growing and sensitive then gropes yours and tells you she’s going to make sure they get nice and big too. she shows you off on dates at restaurants where she smiles that cruel, sweet little smile and taps on the menu to show you what to order - tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. she sits next to you at the bar, ordering beer after beer for you to pound back, stealing the occasional sip and stroking your growing beer gut. she loves it when you eat all her nice cooking, cherry pie on top of steak and potatoes, then lie in front of the TV nursing beers until your stomach creaks. she loves you drunk and sleepy and full, never more than when you roll over on top of her and she can feel how fucking big she’s gotten you. she loves having you on all fours and fucking the burps out of you, femme on top of a butch whose belly hangs down to press against the bed. she loves being in charge of your body, your clothes, your belly. she loves that she controls how strangers see you and that your friends know you’re like this because she’s made you like this. you love her control.

femme gf feeder with butch gf feedee my beloved 🌹

pls help me pop the buttons off my Hawaiian shirts (standard butch uniform ofc)

[lamamasjamas]

Foodie

A/n: I... Ya no sé mi gente. Ayúdame virgencita mía. For the people that are into Feedism(?) Feederism(?) and weight gain, I give you this...

Warnings: This is literally fetish fanfic but what isn’t at this point 🙃, Smut, feeder/Feedee stuff, Miguel is big, not just chubby anymore, tres leches cake...

His hands were playing with the buttons of his dress shirt, his face almost turning red from exertion. He had drops of sweat going down his forehead and dripping to his chin.

...or was that just his drool?

You shift in your seat, not oblivious to the way his belly was cutting into the table and wasn't an hour before, or how his thumb was pushing at his belt, making his gut spring forth underneath his shirt and thrust through the button and zipper of his pants.

Date night in. His idea. And of course, it was his idea because he barely knew how to heat up water by himself.

Your food... it was like a drug to him, always has been. But the latest version of his suppressant, the one that keeps his spider DNA in check. It made him feel as if he were starving.

All the damn time.

He notices your stare and for a second, he feels the prickle of shame go up his throat. You made enough food for a small backyard party, supposedly to save you the time to cook for the rest of the week.

The table was full of trays of food and his plate had piled on with what felt like most if not all of it the second he sat down.

It's gone, some of it scattered over his lips and chin, some driblets fallen down to his chest but then flicked off by his thumb and directed into his mouth to suck with a heady moan of gluttonous satisfaction.

He leans back against the chair, he could barely speak, his jaw tired from chewing and his mind numb and sleepy. A small soft moan falls between his lips as his belly gurgles, now tight and red, pressing down against his crotch and lap.

Your thighs flexed and you crossed your legs with a squeeze. Eye contact was avoided, and you took a shaky breath in.

The wooden chair creaked underneath him and your eyes widened, your body flushing with intense heat. That was new…

He knew you liked it. He would often catch you staring as he struggled to pull up his pants, his underwear tightening around his hips and his loose shirts becoming form fitting and small.

You’d wrap your arms around him from behind more frequently, feel his chunkiness grow underneath your palm each and every day.

You’d watch him go out for hero work at night or whenever he was needed, his suit conforming to each deepening roll, each pound of fat and each new crevice of his body.

His strength was still there, the muscles on his thighs and arms still somewhat visible. But sometimes he felt as if he were on the verge of waddling. All because of his gut.

Like now, standing up with the help of your dining table and grunting with effort, his body turning slowly like a wrecking ball towards the bedroom-

“I have cake.”

You stand, both palms on the table, watching him with eagerness as you say those three words with surprising conviction.

He loved that about you. His stomach grumbles, he could feel his jaw unhinging and his mouth water. Always wanting to take care of him.

…

You cup his cheek, leaving a sweet kiss on his now fully developed extra chin. He hums in appreciation, his lips around the curve of the spoon in your hand, not letting go until it was spotless of the sticky dessert of tres leches.

He has the urge to ask if you had left over condensed milk, his mouth waters just thinking of gulping down the thick sugary syrup… to feel it heavy in his stomach and relieving him of the hunger he knew would rise hours later.

He suddenly lifted a carton of milk to his lips and you could hear the glug glug glug as he swallowed, his throat bulging from the liquid.

You couldn’t help it, your hand started massaging his swollen and tight belly, bloated with food and churning as it tried to keep up with the latter half of the tray of dessert.

“Full?” you ask innocently, pressing down against the obvious swell of packed in dinner and cake. He nodded faintly, he shifted at your touch and the couch cushions creaked with his immense weight.

You lifted your skirt, having your cunt press against his thick fat thigh as you ground down on it slowly.

You could hear the bubbles of digestion in his stomach, feel the way his breaths have gotten heavy and were heaving his belly up and down in synchrony.

The front of his pants left him exposed in his boxers, dick pressed tightly against the newly acquired fat and gut from above.

He was hard, swollen purple mushroom tip peaking beneath the fabric and leaking pre so much it was smothering his undergut wet and darkening the fabric of his underwear.

He groans in response, his hand lifting his belly up and down repeatedly, stimulating his cock further.

“Mmph… going to regret this…” he moans.

He was, if only for a couple of seconds before he would start binge eating again. Now he was liking this, the feeling of fullness, the comfort of your care and attention.

Ever since the new side effect from the suppressant had first manifested, he's been trying to "fix" it. The formula hasn’t been touched in weeks; his mind was elsewhere in his downtime.

You pinched his cheek, cooing. He looked like a big bear, gobbling up what he could as if filling up for the winter.

The carton of milk was brought to his lips once more, attempting to wash down the thick mass of cake and sugar still being chewed on in his mouth.

A thick swallow made him grunt and wince, he paused.

One by one, the buttons of his shirt open, a faint stretch and pop with each one. Only one survived, the button between his growing ‘pectorals’ and his massive gut.

He should have fixed the problem with the newest batch sooner instead of having "one more snack" to make his stomach stop growling.

Sadly, for him, it never did stop nowadays.

You start to press light kisses up his neck, lips wandering over to his.

He grunted. Hands finding themselves to your waist as your tongue slithered into his mouth. You tasted sweet, he moaned at the feeling of your body pressing him down on the couch.

With your body on top of his belly, you kiss him as if you had enjoyed watching him stuff himself like a pig, as if you wanted to see him struggle getting to bed and make the frame shake as he sat down.

He was in denial. Still was as you lifted his gut up slightly to start jerking him off.

This was temporary, he would tell himself every time he saw his gut start to block the sight of his feet further and further.

But was it? He practically had a multiverse of Spider-men on call, he wasn't needed to fight. Not with the number of eager heroes at his disposal.

He looks down at himself in a daze. Miguel's eyes were zeroing in on the lard sitting on his lap, jiggling each time your hips moved and your body lowered to be able to kiss down to his chest.

"Jesus I-"

You press a finger to his lips and then give him another spoonful. He was getting full, his belly starting to ache. He tried to protest but his mouth was too full of cake.

"Shh..."

Your eyes flutter and stare up at him, tongue flicking out to lick at his nipple as he swallows and groans at the taste. He flushes in embarrassment. It looked like he had breasts, one resting against his stomach and the other in your palm being squeezed and fondled.

Your knees were pressed against fat; supple and pliable, soft and blubbery. You unbuttoned the last button, the one that had survived his subconscious stuffing.

Each time he had to size up Lyla ordered him new clothes automatically, often times finding the same design but in a larger size.

You didn’t tell him you would replace them almost every week but he knew, sensing your need to treat him and his ‘condition’ delicately. Somehow, you had forgotten to replace the newest sets, conveniently leaving the box Lyla had ordered under the bed.

"So handsome, big boy."

He pursed his lips, face flushing in embarrassment. He felt so full, a hand was pressing against his lower stomach, the other gliding against his wet fat cock.

Pressure builds within his throat.

Your hips rock, he feels your folds rub against his skin, he tries to contain it, even as you hum, still pressing your lips over his chest and neck.

The thick belch he let out startled you, it made you freeze in place. He looks down at you and his eyes widen in shock.

Your cunt throbs, your eyes become half lidded and you moan. He feels you grind against him harder; his mind starts to fog again.

Your movements, the weight against his belly that made it bob against his throbbing cock and the pressure in his chest and throat made him shake in euphoria.

His cock twitched and spurted as he licked a final spoonful of tres leches clean.

The underside of his gut was covered with his cum, your skirt and the small of your back painted with thick globs of his seed.

He leans back against the couch, the cushions squealing under his sudden weight. His back was soaking wet with sweat, his forehead gleaming against the living room lights.

You both lay there, your hands running down his belly, squeezing his growing love handles and kissing between his mounds on his chest as he regained his breath.

His stomach gurgled, he moaned. You’re suddenly lifted, his hands dragging your hips up his body to make his chin bump against your cunt.

He was starting to salivate, and his thick fingers were kneading your thigh.

He was hungry again.

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A/n: Don’t know if this fetish is for me tbh, but it was fun to write! I’m just Mexican and the act of feeding people and giving food is a way of life at this point.

Let me know if y’all want more… ✨🩰✨

Viva México Cabrónes, if you don't reblog and comment you're racist. (JK or am I?)

[bellyyearner]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 8: Plugged In

Word Count: 611

Thank you to @fatguarddog for the theme list!

GN feedee x Femme feeder, feedee POV, restricted movement, large feedee x small feeder, funnel feeding, limited mobility

Another quick one

Groggily you stir awake, unsure of how long you were out but certain your wife wasn't home yet. Your surroundings were so familiar to you by now that it truly felt like home despite the fact that you would appear to be a prisoner in your own home if any other than your wife saw you. But you loved it, it was all that you had ever wanted in life. A massive lard filled middle cascading over your knees, legs spread wide and yet your thighs still touched, ankles swallowed by fat, barely able to lift your arms because of how heavy and useless they've become. That last part could apply to the rest of you as well to be fair.

Your 600+ lbs frame was strapped to the custom built couch, ankles chained to the floor, straps going beneath your arm pits and around your shoulders bolted to the wall behind you, allowing you to reach out and massage your ever fattening gut. But the most important part of all was the funnel mask strapped to your face, and the large tank that hung from the ceiling next to you. The best part was that you didn't know when that tank would disperse more of the fattening concoction into you, you weren't even sure what was in it, but anytime your wife got frustrated at work or felt like you would be getting hungry she would pump more into you just by pulling out her phone. It didn't matter if she was only gone for her shift or a few days for a work trip, it wasn't like you'd be able to notice the difference in time passing, she has kept you so well fed and sedated that time felt like a foreign concept to you. You were completely lard locked and trapped in a never ending sleepy haze of gluttony, this arrangement had started in August of 2023 but you weren't even sure if the new year had came and went, frankly you didn't care.

The couch handled everything you needed, the tv remote is tied to your funnel hanging just beneath your chins, a toilet to handle your business built right into the couch, and a reliable steady flow of calories that your wife so diligently ensured always had enough slop and always made sure to fill you multiple times a day with. And you always knew that eventually she would return, arms filled with takeout, eager to take the funnel from your mouth and replace it with greasy concoctions coming from the mind of men with no care for how unhealthy it was. From deep fried Oreos, to chocolate cake shakes, triple stacked burgers dipped in lard, cups of melted cheese, pizzas with ungodly amounts of grease, but you loved it all.

Day after day you would be pumped full with a flavor you can't even register anymore, only to hear the front door open and her walking down the hall towards you, blessing your ears with sweet greetings and promises of food in just a few moments. Every time she came back and laid her gaze upon you you could see the sincerity of her desires to fatten you ever further, a pair of soft eyes filled with adoration getting closer to you before she pounces and unstraps the mask, caressing the red lines across your face before she places more food in your mouth.

Every time she returned home you got to see that you made the best decision for the both of you, you get to serve your wife in the way she desires, while she fulfills your desires as well. A perfect marriage.

[softdomhailie]

Hey, do you know of any more blogs that do writing similar to yours? I'm especially on the hunt for the sort of softer kinky stuff with lots of checkins and encouragement. Sadly, the tags for soft kink are completely swamped with sadly not so soft posts so I'm having a hard time finding blogs to follow.

Hi, thank you for the ask :)! I hope you're having a lovely day ^_^ Yknow, I absolutely feel you. I honestly don't follow many blogs that are totally soft without something else being peppered in. A lot of blogs I follow are quite mixed, but also I get most of my comfort in this sort of area from fanfiction, so my fav blogs are all fanfic blogs! If you are into Witcher - I have a list as long as my arm 🤣

I totally agree with you though, if anyone has any recs, please, please feel free to reblog and add stuff here because I am on the look out too!

Rest of this reply has mentions of food, feeding, praise for eating, soft feedism kink rec :)

One blog comes to mind for me here right enough, it's a specific kink blog: @likebreadandwine . This is a blog described as "encouragement to folks who like to eat too much" - I got recommended this blog by a friend a few years back and I think that any kink writing that encourages self love and encouragement is just so wonderful. I didn't think this kink was going to be something I would enjoy, to keep it vague, because of my own unhealthy relationship with food & mental health and how this kink is shown to people on tv/film etc. My friend who recommended some fics then recommended this blog, and it was such a great recommendation. I am someone who just loves cooking and seeing how people feel when they eat something that I have made, and the link up between enjoying what you're eating and sharing that with someone where you heap on praise. I also feel like there's sentimental value in passing down recipes and there's something so powerful about relating a dish to a person, like "hey have you tried x's recipe?" and it brings your whole body comfort? I just love it. It really opened my mind to how intimate things like hand feeding someone is. Softly caressing someone's tummy after they've eaten the most delicious thing. Feeling sleepy and cuddling together after eating. Being spoiled with lots of lovely treats. Going for dinner and encouraging someone to enjoy themselves, eat what they want and more! The body positivity mixed with kink is just so lovely. A nice example: Feedee being treated like a "beloved treasure" and how proud they are of them [link]

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If anyone has any special blogs they'd like to tag that are general soft kink or specific kinks - reblog and tag them.

Reassurance, praise, encouragement and intimacy written through kink can be so incredible and safe for people. And you can explore feelings that are much easier to explore when writing/reading this stuff. I really do think it can be so powerful for inner love and self care - in my own opinion >.<

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[hotluncheddie]

breakfast.

ok, i've decided my late night freak shit needs its own dedicated post, so here we go! i put on my big boy pants and wrote a real stuffing scene!!

wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van) | Ao3.

based off this anon and subsequent tags by @scoops-aboy86 <3

condensed ver: when the older kids meet up to hang out, during college, eddie stuffs himself with beer and food and weed (perfect, normal for him). steve notices and steve likes it, so he brings eddie breakfast in his car the morning after. read here a little eddie background and the subsequent morning after.

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he figured it out once he got to college and had access to his all you can eat pass for the food hall. in addition to becoming know to always having weed, could usually sell you a little, has the good stuff. that got him invited to parties, hang-outs with other stoners, who just wanted to repay his hospitality, usually with beer, and food. who was eddie to say no? and he just didn't think much about it, how much he liked drinking and smoking and eating till he couldn't move. he just knew he did. so he did it, every weekend, every friday night. sometimes on a wednesday. sometimes he didn't drink, just smoked and ate, sometimes he didn't drink or smoke. some nights, alone in his dorm room. eddie just fucking ate.

so when he heard the plan to hang out, just the older kids, all back in hawkins for break, he knew it could be a normal night for him, giving in and eating like a pig (that word makes him blush, his dirty little secret). and then he was a little disappointed that no one said anything, about him, how he looked now, the rate at which he was chugging beers and pounding burgers. a comment might've been a little embarrassing. he might've want it to be, he thinks he might like that.

he thinks he sees steve staring. noticing when eddies beer was empty, or when he'd finishes another container of food. offering the rest of his, the last of the fries, whatever was left. cracking him a fresh can unprompted. eddie noticed steve notice those things. and eddie fucking loved it. loves the feeling of letting go and loosing control in front of everyone, in front of steve. likes the now familiar feeling of his full stomach weighing him down, making him slow and satiated, surrounded by good friends. its perfect.

but when he finally gets away for the night, sleepy and almost the perfect level of full, almost at capacity, finally letting his belly fully hang and release completely, gasping for breath. its almost enough, almost perfect, can almost feel himself growing, the way he loves. but it isn't quite right - even with the snack cakes he powers through, and the warm beer he finds buried amongst the blankets. even with his shirt rolling up every time he shifts and his jeans needing to come off because they were suffocatingly hot on his thighs. its still not quiet enough. still not what he dreams of. he wants someone here with him (doesn't let himself want for steve, (but sometimes he can't help it)). to help him finish and get him more, open his beers for him and rub his belly while he eats. or feed him because he's tired and can only summon the energy to chew.

to tell his how big he looks now, how much hes changed, looks different, looks fat.

instead he's alone, drunk and high and full and it feels good, feels nice to wrap the blanket around himself and fall asleep cradling his stomach, feels nice, his new normal. but it's not quite perfect. not quite enough.

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the knocking on the van rouses eddie with a start, he groans and pulls the blanket over his head. hiccuping a few times and scratching his stomach, it's still bloated and warm on the sheets next to him, falling out if his t-shirt, tender.

the knocking comes again and he calls out something he thinks resembles words and hears whoever's outside laugh. its the pretty, perfect laugh that kept pulling his gaze last night. steve.

eddie sits with a grunt, a little dizzy and hungover, but not so bad, just, fuzzy. he opens the back door and squints against the light. grins up at steve standing there looking perfect and casual and, can he smell food?

'breakfast?' steve asks, holding up bags from the diner, handing eddie a bottle of water... eddie must still be asleep.

he opens the door wider, motioning steve in. he kneels and gulps down the water in one long go. arching his back and quenching his cotton mouth. likes how the water feels in his stomach, not the same as beer but its nice to get something in there.

'ahh!' eddie finishes, squashing the bottle and tossing it aside, one hand resting on the shelf of his stomach, prodding slightly. he's not hungry per say, but he's definitely not full anymore.

steve had shut the door and taken his shoes off, eddie likes that he's made himself comfortable. he sits cross legged against the opposite wall of the van. his mouth is open and his eyes are staring at eddie. they're staring at eddies stomach, but he's not saying anything.

eddie wants him to say something. he needs it.

but he wants steve to make the first move.

he pulls at his shirt, so it covers him as far and it will go, which isn't all the way, not after last night, and he doesn't say anything about it. instead. 'you said something about breakfast?'

steve jumps a little and starts opening the bags, spreading the containers out over the blankets. 'ye-yeah. i got a few different things, didn't know if you were and sweet or savoury breakfast guy. but i thought we could just share.' steve hands eddie the plastic utensils and some napkins, not looking at him directly, just fussing with the food.

a few is an understatement, this is a lot of food. sweet pancake stacks, eggs and sausage, hash browns and donuts, waffles with whipped cream and berries. and like, a lot of bacon.

eddie takes a piece, its crunchy and salty and so so good, his groans slightly and sits back down, getting comfortable. steve hands him a coffee and eddie dumps creamer and sugar in until it's perfect. he takes a sip and shudders.

'cheers' steve holds up his own coffee, black, like a freak, and eddie smiles at him, tapping their cups.

'thanks steve, this is like, the most perfect way to wake up.' eddie smiles, pulling one of the pancake stacks towards himself and dunking his bacon in the syrup.

steve ducks his head, smiling and moves some bits around, making himself a container with a little of everything. but it barely makes a dent in the overall spread. they both dig in.

they talk about school, about Wayne and dustin and how fun last night was. steve talks about robin and their classes, professors he likes, some he hates. eddie listens and asks more, so glad steve is learning something he loves.

all the while they talk eddie is steadily making his way through waffles and bacon and everything else that's in front of him. he chugs another water. makes sure, for the second time that steve has had his fill. he's sitting back against the wall again, his portion empty, just sipping his coffee. he had accepted an extra half of a pancake but other than that, the rest is for eddie.

and eddie was right, when he thought it was a lot of food. it is. and it all tastes amazing.

but he's slowing down, feels where his stomach rests warm between his crossed legs, knows his shirt is struggling again, has a couple syrup and ketchup stains on it. eddie palms at the side a little, smooths over the crest, pulls at his shirt just to feels it slip back up. fills his mouth again.

there's just a few bits left, some waffles and greasy sausage hash and a couple donuts. eddie sits back on his palms and closes his eyes, trying to take a deep breath but struggling around how his stomach has started to press on his lungs slightly. he's almost there, that perfect fullness. just a little uncomfortable, a little too much, perfect.

'scoot back' steve murmurs gently, now right by eddies side. eddie opens his eyes sleepily and looks up at steve, he's holding the remaining food all stacked together in one container, fork sticking out the top. eddie smiles dopily up at him.

eddie manages to sit back against the vans wall without jostling himself too much, puts his pillow behind his back to lean against. he takes a moment to readjust his belly, feeling where the skin is taught and firm and warm with food, lifting it to feel the weight, laying it back down gently in his lap.

his head lols to the side, looking at steve kneeling over him. his cheeks are pink and hes gripping the container of food like a lifeline. 'here' he rasps, handing it over to eddie and curling up right next to him, they're almost touching, steve's looking right at him.

'thanks' eddie says, groggy, biting into a donut, moaning a little and closing his eyes. he doesn't care anymore what steve thinks, he feels too good. so full.

'so which is it?' steve asks, tucking some of eddies hair behind his ear.

eddie looks at him, furrowing his eyebrows and swallowing down the rest of the donut he'd just shoved in there. 'what?'

'are you a sweet or savoury kind of breakfast guy?' and eddie snorts, laughing around a bite of bacon.

'i'm an anything kind of breakfast guy.' eddie says, moving the container to one hand so he can rub and press at his stomach again, make some room, release some pressure. he gets powdered sugar from the donut on his shirt, he sucks it off his fingers and resumes petting and playing with his belly. maybe he's still a little high because he doesn't give a shit that steve is seeing him like this.

he takes a big bite of waffle, then another and another, finishing it off. he chews and swallows. 'but i do love sweet things stevie.' he confesses, because he does. he's always had a sweet tooth, can't help finishing any night without a desert, no matter how much he's had.

'you like this.' steve says, almost to himself, almost like he didn't mean to. eddie looks at him, steve clamps his mouth shut.

'like what?' eddie probes, heart rate increasing. he tries to sit up a little straighter but the moment makes him wince, too stuffed. he closes his eyes and puts his hand back on the top of his belly, can almost feel his heartbeat though the stretched out skin.

a big, solid, warm hand covers his and eddie opens his eyes. steve is sitting on his knees, looking at their joined hands on his stomach. 'this.' he rasps. 'you like this, having this, eating like this.' and then Steve starts moving his hand, light sweeping circles over the top of eddies belly. and it feels so good, lights eddie up. no ones ever touched him like this, it's like all his fantasies come true.

'yeah, yes.' eddie gasps. 'like it, like all of it.' he moans as steve pressed slightly, testing the give. 'was waiting for someone to notice, say something last night. wanted you to notice.' eddie pants, babbling and a little delirious over how good it all feels.

'i noticed eddie, always notice you. i've, fuck, never been able to take my eyes of you. even in high school.' steve confesses, laughing a little, sounds delirious too. 'but this, you, you now. god eddie. you're something else.' and steve is looking at him, awed and smiling so sweet. eddie can't believe it, he must still be dreaming.

'kiss me?' eddie pleads, feeling overwhelmed and bursting with joy.

steve leans in, pressing their lips together for a sweet kiss, tangling their fingers together over the shelf of eddies stomach. he pulls back, brushing eddies bangs away form his eyes and cradling his cheek, his smile is perfect, it's everything.

steve comes back close and the next kiss is deeper, more desperate, eddie moans and steve licks over his lips, into his mouth, exploring. eddie kisses back, not able to move much but he squeezes their joined hands, sucking and biting and tasting all of steve that he can.

eddie wants to kiss steve forever but his breath runs out quicker than he would like. he pulls away panting and gulping as much air as he can. 'fuck, sorry, give me a minute.' eddie gets out.

steve is a little breathless too, stroking eddies cheek and laughing lightly. 'we can kiss as much as you want ed's.' steve kisses eddies hand. 'but not right now.' and eddie whips his head to look at him. steve smile is playful but his eyes are dark.

'why not?' eddie asks, a little whine in his voice that he would be embarrassed about if it weren't for how it makes steves smile grow even more.

'because.' steve stars, moving to kneel between eddies thighs, nudging them wider to get right up close to eddies stomach. 'you.' he picks up the container that eddie had dropped at his side, distracted by something much taster. 'need to finish your breakfast.' and steve plops the food down on the crest of his belly.

eddie gasps at the contact, the implication, the way the container isn't even that far off balancing on its own without support. he honest to god almost cums right there. too many late night fantasies coming true at once.

'fuck stevie.' he whines, picking up the fork and shoving the last of the hashbrown in his mouth, along with the last of the sausage, both a little cold but still salty and delicious.

'thats it.' steve soothes. 'i know you want to, know you can do it ed's.' and steve lifts up eddies shirt, unwrapping his belly fully, all its scarred, stretch-marked glory. 'i mean, fuck, you obviously can, look at you.' steve puts his big hands on either side of eddies wide stomach, pressing and rubbing and eddie's going to loose it.

he puts the last of the savoury bits in his mouth, just one waffle left, swimming in syrup. 'te-tell me.' eddie slurs, trying to chew and talk and breathe a the same time.

'tell you what baby?' steve ask and eddie honest to god whimpers, thinks he could cry, its all so much.

he puts the container close to his face, taking a few quick bites of waffle, chewing and swallowing and barely even tasting anything. 'tell me how, how i look stevie, tell me.' and he takes a few more bites, the waffle half gone. he picks it up, uncaring that is makes his hand all sticky, he wants the container gone, wants to see steve better, watch him move his hands over eddie, watch eddie finish.

'eddie, baby,' steve says, hand still on him, leaning in close. eddies eyes roll back in his head and he shoves more waffle in his mouth, syrup dripping down his chin. 'you look fucking huge.' and steve licks the syrup away.

eddie moans, panting and chewing the last of the waffle, finally done, finally full. his eyes wide and desperate, locked on steve, on his face and his lips and his perfect fucking eyes.

steves hands move down past his bellybutton, grabbing onto the give of his underbelly, hefting it up and squeezing. he moves in closer, taking eddies syrupy fingers into his mouth and sucking. steves knee shifts forward and nudges against eddie groin, against his balls and his aching fucking cock.

eddie cums, wailing and overwhelmed by all the sensory input. vision spotting and mind blanking and he's so fucking full. steve is holding his belly and sucking his fingers and eddies never cum so hard in his life.

'oh, oh my god, eddie, baby, did you just?' steve is asking, babbling, kissing eddies face and still holding his belly, like he's forgotten, somehow, like it isn't actually pretty heavy. 'you're fucking amazing you know that? amazing, so good, so fucking hot eddie.' and he's grinding slightly, his hard cock against eddies hard stomach, jeans against too hot skin.

''tevei.' eddie slurs, still hazy from his orgasm and the, so many, portions of breakfast he just had. pawing at steves fly with his spitty hand.

steve scrambles to undo the fly, sort of dropping eddies belly and he groans, cradling it and squirming.

'fuck, sorry, m'sorry baby.' steve pants, stopping to kiss eddies face and pet over the swell. eddies smiles, he's so cute, taking care of him.

's'okay.' eddie kisses steve back when he can. steve leaving desperate little kisses all over; cheeks and nose and lips and neck and right back to the start again. 'wanna, wanna see your cock stevie please.' eddie whines, relishing in how it makes steve groan. he's so much fun, he's perfect.

steve undoes his fly finally, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs. his cock springing free, pink and wet and so fucking pretty eddie almost gets hard again. he wants it inside him, but that's for another day, when he's not full to bursting, or, no, for when he's in proper bed, yeah.

'this okay?' steve asks, grinding into eddies belly, arms either side of eddies head, caging him in.

eddie grunts, shifting as much as he can so he can touch it, hold it against his belly and give steve a little pocket to fuck in and out of. it's a little uncomfortable but the noise steve makes when he slides out and in again, rubbing pre all over, it's worth it. it's everything.

steves thrusts get sloppy quick, biting his lip and making these punched out whines. 'so pretty baby, so hot, love your belly so much.' steve pants, looking down at eddie, watching his cock fuck in and out, closing his eyes like it's all too much before opening them again.

'feels so good, so good stevie.' eddie whines again, lost in watching steve in ecstasy. 'want your cum, cum on my belly baby please.' and steve tenses, moaning and spasming and releasing all over eddies hand and stomach. eddie moans with him, the sight burned into his brain, never to be forgotten.

steve's panting hard, smooths his hair off his face and looks at the mess he made, mouth open again like when he first got in the van. 'shit.' he whispers, looking at eddie face with awe. he leans in and licks into eddies mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing him.

eddie lets him, laughing a little into the kiss. but then he feels the mess start to cool on his belly, in his underwear, he shifts and whines in discomfort. staring to feel sleepy and sticky and like he needs to lay down.

steve must read his mind because he pulls away and comes back with napkins, cleaning eddies belly and inside his boxers as best he can. even wetting them with some water to get off any bits that have started drying, handing the rest of the bottle for eddie to take sips of.

'think there's, uh, spares in that pile.' eddie motions to the little pile of clothes behind the drivers seat, collected from sleeping here after gigs, over the years, and too much food, in recent years.

steve kisses him again and goes to root around. eddie moves to sit up properly as best he can. pulling his ruined t-shirt off as well and tossing it at the pile of containers stacked in the corner. he really should tidy up in here.

steve comes back and helps eddie lay down, getting him situated on the thin mattress and the pillow back under his head. he peels off eddies underwear and they go with the t-shirt. fresh pair getting pulled on with kisses over his thighs, down to his knees and even one on the soft skin of his ankle. eddie laughs, staring up at steve in amazement. looking down at his belly in amazement, how it rises and falls in a pale dome above him, moving with each of his still shallow breaths.

steve places a delicate hand on him, soothing circles over the surface again. 'comfortable?' he asks, like he really really cares and eddies heart swells, feels like he could cry or something, the vunerability of the whole thing washing over him. steve saw everything, knows so much more about him now. 'you okay?' steve asks, laying down beside him propped up on his elbow. he strokes eddies cheek.

eddie holds steve hand at his face, squeezing it and then kissing his palm. 'yeah.' he answers wetly. 'just, that was amazing and i. don't, i. please tell me that wasn't a one time thing.' eddie feels his eyes well and he sniffs.

'baby.' and steve sounds wounded. eddie sniffs again. 'that was definitely not a one time thing. i don't think there's any way you could get rid of me now eddie munson.' and steve kisses him so sweetly, so gently, so full of care and feeling and eddie is a goner. a couple tears slip out and slide into his hair. hes so happy.

steve pulls away eventually, smiling down at him, dipping down to leave a kiss on eddies full stomach. eddie grins, yawning so big his jaw cracks. 'have a nap, yeah? i'll be here the you wake up and we can talk more.' and eddie nods, managing to tun onto his side with a grunt, pulling the blanket over the two of them. steve puts his hand on eddie stomach where it rests between them, scooting in as close as he can, and eddie relaxes, sighing into it, letting sleep take him. exited to wake up and spend the day with steve. wonders vaguely, what they'll have for dinner.

[im-not-even-sorry]

Oughhhhg i have been to skinny since i beat my addiction(yay) i would love to get fed by you til im back to my normal weight(even maybe surpass it)

First of all, congrats on beating your addition!! That's a huge success!!

Second, I love feedees that start out skinny ❤️ I'd dote on you, cook you homemade meals, balanced with protein, fat and veg, with dessert afterwards. At first you'd have to take your time to finish your portions or you wouldn't be able to do that at all, but don't worry! I'll be there to whisper gentle praise into your ear, rub you full tummy and maybe feed you the last few bites by hand, how about that, baby?

I want to make you used to the warmth fullness in your stomach, to the slightly sleepy feeling you get after that, maybe when I fed you a bittt too much sugar in packes and cream and fruit and chocolate...

I'd make sure you can always reach out for a snack when you feel like it, being it nuts or a protein bar or a bag of crisps, whatever you feel like! The more calories you get from snacking, the easier it'll be to see the results of our work.

Maybe every once a week or two we'll put you on a scale or measure your pretty body here and there, note the progress and set out new goals, that for some reason, get progressively easier to reach with your newfound appetite.

You clothes start fitting like they used to before, hugging your curves and softness till they start getting... tight? Your shirt awkwardly rides up after I fed you unholy amouts of pizza on a weekend night, but I assure you that fine, baby, I love it when you let yourself indulge! You can't pull on your jeans that used to fit before, but that's only an item, that can be exchanged for a bigger size, don't worry.

I'll take care of you so well you won't even realize exactly when your cute little belly develops adorable muffin tops by your sides and when your tighs start deliciously rubbing together.

I'd love feeling you heavier on my lap, mapping the newfound growth with my hands and lips, admiring how far we've come together.

Are you in for more, darling? ❤️

[likkolo]

here's a short chan/changbin drabble with autistic chan and fat changbin having a relaxing morning in bed <33 hope this isn't controversial but i love headcanoning chan as autistic and i just think there's so much potential for these two as feeder and feedee ✨

It’s almost seven on the dot when Changbin starts to stir, just like he does every morning. Chan smiles. He thrives off of consistency and routine. He likes for things to be predictable. So many aspects of his life are simply out of his hands, but Changbin is one of the few constants he can depend on.

A low, sleepy rumble starts in Changbin’s chest before turning into a growling sort of yawn. He punches his fists into the air as he arches his back in a big stretch, and then goes completely slack against Chan’s body. A high-pitched little whine of contentment follows, making Chan giggle softly at his adorable boyfriend.

They like to call Changbin their sweet little bunny, their fat little piglet. In reality, he’s more like a plump puma, a big affectionate cat who likes his belly rubbed so much that you forget all about his powerful muscles and sharp claws. 

“Channie,” Changbin murmurs. “Belly rubs?”

“You’re so predictable,” Chan laughs. He pulls Changbin closer, glad that Changbin is content for now to cuddle instead of running off to the gym or the studio. Not that Changbin is ever in much of a hurry to get to the gym these days. He still goes, of course, still enjoys lifting weights and keeping his muscles built, but his priorities are different now. He has another hobby that he and Chan enjoy doing together.

“Chan?” Changbin squirms in Chan’s arms, as if he’s trying to get even closer. “My belly.”

Chan reaches for the hem of Changbin’s shirt, pulls it out from beneath the hang of his lower belly. He draws the hem up over the curve of Changbin’s gut and watches as the soft fat spills out of the shirt and into a mound on top of Chan’s own flat stomach. 

“My big gorgeous boy,” Chan murmurs. He can only lie there for a moment, admiring the sight of Changbin’s bulk piled on top of him, the contrast between his smooth, muscled stomach and the hill of doughy fat spread over it. He takes a pinch of flab between his fingers and his thumb, shakes it to see the fat wobble and ripple. “Can’t believe I made you this big.”

Changbin grins, a beautiful smile that rounds the apples of his cheeks and shows off his adorable double chin. “Love getting bigger for Channie.”

Chan squeezes Changbin’s belly as a lick of arousal runs down his spine. 

Then Changbin is pouting in that adorable way that emphasizes his jowls and shifting so that more of his belly is pushed onto Chan. “I want rubs,” he whines. “You know too much jiggling and pinching starts to hurt me.”

“Drama queen,” Chan says, affectionately rolling his eyes. But he lays his palm over Changbin’s belly all the same, begins to rub in soothing circles that leave Changbin snuffling contentedly into the crook of his neck.

The motion starts to lull Chan into a more relaxed state as well, allows him to turn off his brain and focus entirely on the weight of Changbin’s belly pressing down on him. It’s comforting and solid and one of the most reassuring sensations Chan has felt in his adult life.

It didn’t take long for them to realize—once Changbin was heavy enough to have such a big belly—how much Chan enjoyed having it on him in whatever way he could get it. How much it helped in quieting his brain and calming him down. Changbin never questioned it. He simply accepted it in the same way that he accepted Chan’s shaking fists, the little sounds he sometimes made, and his aversion to certain sensations.

And Chan especially enjoys it when they’re lying skin-to-skin like this. He loves the shared body heat that would normally be too warm for him, the slide of their soft skin as if his and Changbin’s bodies are melting together. The sight of his defined abdominals being overtaken by the spread of Changbin’s soft, malleable fat.

More than anything else, Chan loves the sheer weight of it. He loves how heavy it is pressing down on him, the proof of how big Changbin has gotten for him. He loves to imagine what it must be like for Changbin to have to carry so much weight everywhere he goes, if it’s a constant reminder to him of how much Chan’s influence has changed his body. 

Chan keeps rubbing Changbin’s belly, and marvels at how perfect Changbin is for him. At how perfectly he wears the weight he’s gained, as if he was always meant to get this big. It feels so right to have his arms circled around an overweight Changbin, and Chan knows without a doubt that he couldn’t be happier.

[shyprincessthoughts]

It's been a whole minute since I wrote in here last. I had to take some time for my mental health. After recovering from pneumonia and then trying to get my feeder through it while not being fully recovered myself, I felt myself becoming too fixated and dare I say obsessed with gaining daily and the number on the scale. I knew logically that things were going to fluctuate, and they have, I just found I was getting too down on myself if I didn't gain. It gave me flashbacks and I needed some separation. I needed to just be present in the moment again. I just had my first weigh-in this morning in over 1 month, and it looks like not paying attention has worked. I have gained 3.6 lbs (1.6kg) in a month!!! I am very close to falling off the edge and into uncharted waters of being the heaviest and biggest I have ever been... ever, and I am both excited and every nervous at the same time, but it seems my hibernation weight is here to stay!