#sleepy feedee

[roundboy23]

Tiny dressing gown, big nap time. Sleeping off the buffet. 🐷😴

[bigbellybelle]

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

[fattypigglet]

Good night everyone~! (It was pretty dark in my room so I used one of the small lights I had)

[xenasaur]

I love girls so much. and there are so many lovely types of girl to love! transfem girls, superfat girls, sleepy girls, NEET girls, stinky girls, cat girls, feedee girls, lesbian girls, bitchy girls, et cetera. and sometimes, one girl comes along who combines all these types, and it's the most lovely thing you've ever seen

and her name? is transgender garfield 💕💝💖💞

[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

[zewik7]

Any advice for aspiring death feedees who are hesitant about going for it?

Yup!

Make sure you have a life partner who isn’t hesitant like you and who actually knows what they’re signing up for: the cleaning, the tending, the caring are the other face of the coin when it comes to death feedism! They haven’t to be a feeder… an enabler, sometimes, suffices as good 👀

When you are sure of this partner… don’t stress about numbers. You do not have to care about reaching X lbs before a certain date or anything like that… you aren’t in “Chicken Run”! (What a great sexy movie, tho)

Just relax, eat and spend time around lazy and cozy hobbies, such as: videogames, watching movies/tv series, knitting, crocheting, reading, writing, drawing… the time will pass. Don’t forget to nap when you feel tired or sleepy, and eat if you’re bored!

You will soon forget what’s a vegetable and how it’s built… when you’ll see lettuce in your burger you’ll squirm away because if it’s not tinted glaze, that’s a pretty unnatural hue to see food in! 😌

Okay, seriously now: the thing that made me go for it was the pandemic.

In 2020 I still worked as a OSS (healthcare assistant) in both public and private structures. When people were not intubated because of covid complications, all they ranted about was not doing more things they loved and wasting all their time in jobs o with people they didn’t like and/or hated. That, and not telling enough they loved people to those concerned.

I left my job as OSS not a lot after, and I finally realized that i didn’t want to live this fetish, these kinks and this community half-assing it like i did until then.

Even when i left the feederism community in 2022 (after a severe burnout from it), i continued gaining weight and living it to my best.

I love being fat and i absolutely love being fattened up to death. I don’t want to put limits to myself just because i’m afraid of consequences of my actions. I want to embrace those consequences. Death is not the end… death is just the orgasm of a full lived life, in my case. 🐷♥️

[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)

[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.

[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.

[abundantbelly]

3.5k calories in an hour is crazy since adding on that many calories to what you’d normally eat means you’d gain a pound of weight. Someone’s getting even greedier it seems. 😈

Ohh putting it that way is even hotter than it already was to me

I was on call with an encourager but he didn't have to push me at all. I'm sure he would've if needed but I felt so good I just kept eating until suddenly I couldn't anymore and felt awful (positive) and got really sleepy

Also to other feedees I highly recommend sandwiching doughnuts together and squishing them a little if you want to eat them quickly, it was that and washing them down with whole milk and cream

[bellyyearner]

A rainy relaxing Sunday

Word count: 723

Soft feedism, feeder perspective, small feeder x large feedee

No gender mentioned

More of a cutesy story than anything tbh, not even kinky

As the rain meets the ground and hits your window you stir awake, slightly groggy as it's the middle of allergy season. You rub your eyes and stretch slightly as to not wake your partner. It's darker than normal so you begin to expect it'll be raining all day, once your eyes have adjusted you look over at them.

Sprawled out, legs spread wide with one hand on their belly and the other far above their head. You reposition yourself while trying not to move too much and jostle them awake. Taking in their form draped in dim shadows, they look so content, not a care in the world nor a dream in their head, just a deep comfortable sleep. You hear them breathing as you watch their belly rise and fall, long deep breaths in and out, a sound and sight that hasn't grown old even after years of being together.

A flashback to the first morning you woke up together reminds you of how small they used to be compared to now. Back then they were only a chubby little thing, losing 30lbs would've made everyone's snide remarks disappear but no one could've predicted the hunger that lived within them. Y'all met on Tumblr, you, the kinky feeder who had never found someone irl who shared your kinks had built up the courage one night to message a few feedees. They all responded but only ones response piqued your interest, they didn't view you as a kink pleasing chat bot but instead as a person. As time went on and the two of you talked more often you learned about your shared interests, both in kink and outside of it.

You knew that both of you were in the Midwest, but it took almost a year until you both realized you lived surprisingly close to each other, a little less than an hour drive was all that separated you. You both decided to meet up for lunch at a mall, and not even 4 months later you were moving in together. Now with them a whole 160lbs heavier you smile contentedly with soft eyes as you look at their fat pretty face.

Reaching over with a single hand you start to fondle their belly, soft and dough like to the touch, it rises and falls beneath your palm as you lightly dig your fingers into them. Looking at their face again you see a faint sleepy smile. You shift your weight slowly and snuggle up close with them, resting your head on their shoulder, continuing to rub their ever growing belly. Slowly increasing the pressure as you make sure to feel every part of their fattened form that you can reach. You both have the day off and you're already dreaming how relaxing today will be and what you'll be feeding they. But you're content to just stay here in cuddled up bliss for as long as you can before they wake up.

A few minutes pass of you absentmindedly rubbing their belly and caressing their chest before you hear them rustling awake with a long breathy yawn

You: "Morning sweetie... Sleep well?" as you grip their lower belly

Them: yawning again "Of course baby, what time is it?

You: "Like 11:30... Not too bad for a day off"

Them: "Thank god... I thought it was late already"

You: chuckling "Well now that you're awake.. I hope you're ready, I've already got today's plan ready"

Them: "Oh really? Anything I need to know"

You: "Nope! Just take these first 20 minutes to prep yourself. The rain is not letting up anytime soon so you're stuck with me :)"

Them: laughing deeply "I think we both know it's you stuck to me ;)"

They roll out of bed and stretch their arms arching their back as they do so, they act oblivious but you know they're showing off. As they leave the bedroom to head to the bathroom, their hips lightly brush against the doorframe and they make an off handed comment about old houses being built for small people.

You grab your phone and order some delivery, heading to the previous orders tab you just reorder the same thing from Wingstop they enjoyed a couple weeks ago.

And now? Now it was time to get breakfast ready, it's gonna be a long day, but a very enjoyable one. Heading to the kitchen as you pass by the bathroom you say "I hope you're hungry babe! Cause I'll be packing that gut as tight as we can today"

I can write a part 2 if it's wanted ❤️

[envihellbender]

The Couple: dbd killer concept with a feeder who hunts down survivors to feed to their feedee

Bramwell & Orpha Heck - The Couple

Lore

Orpha and Bramwell told everyone they were twins, despite the fact they did not have much of a family resemblance and their behaviour was far more similar to lovers. In reality they were adopted siblings, Orpha was left on the doorstep in a basket of Bramwell’s family home when they were both newborns. They didn’t want to get attached to the little girl and named her “Orphan” in the hope she could be adopted by another family. It didn’t stop Bramwell from bonding with her however, they wouldn’t sleep unless they were snuggled up next to each other in the same crib. When they were crawling “Orphan” became Orpha, and they officially adopted her.

Orpha was always chubby, even as a hungry baby she was so big that her adopted parents assumed she couldn’t have been starving until she underwent a medical examination showing she was malnourished. As she grew older she always ate far more than her nine siblings, but since she ate anything she more became a garbage disposal. A way to be rid of leftovers and food which was starting to go bad. She’d go to the bakery and eat the stale bread they threw out the back, and Bramwell - a skinny little thing who always watched Orpha eat adoringly would always give her half his own food.

All over the town there were rumours about Bramwell and Orpha, that the family ignore and dismiss until they became fourteen. Previously, who cared that they were close? Siblings were sometimes, they’d spent so long bonding as babes it was logical they didn’t like to be apart. When Orpha started to bleed and become a woman however… That was when the parents became concerned. It no longer became appropriate that they slept in the same bed and bathed together, but it did save them quite a lot of money.

When Orpha was 15 she weighed 400lbs and their parents began putting her on a diet. Partially because of worry about her health, but mostly because what had once been a convenient quirk on a tall chubby girl was becoming an expensive problem on an obese teenager. Orpha sulked and whined, she threw a tantrum that shook the house (literally) but no one was angrier than Bramwell. He went on hunger strike, secretly slipping his food to Orpha and stopping his belly growling by smoking cigarettes. They became more reclusive after that, barely talking to the rest of the family let alone any outsiders.

They spent more and more time outside of the house, hanging around the farmland. At first their parents were delighted. More fresh air and exercise could only be a good thing, they thought. When farmers began complaining loudly in the town square about livestock going missing, that was when their mother began to worry not that she voiced her concern. She agreed when the citizens blamed wolves or poachers, not lying technically. She has no idea if Orpha and Bramwell are responsible.

It being a sleepy, uneventful sort of town the Sheriff still went to inspect the farms. He was convinced it had been a hunting knife that cut cleanly and precisely to cut open the fencing. Nothing else was disturbed. It was deliberate, poachers were rarely that careful and wolves never were. The Sheriff confronted Orpha and Bramwell, and their mother and father were greatly offended by the insinuation, kicking the police from their home. Despite the protests to law enforcement however, everyone in the family knew it was Orpha and Bramwell who was stealing the livestock. The biggest clue was that despite the diet and exercise, Orpha was getting fatter and fatter by the day. They could turn a blind eye however, until the people started to go missing.

When Orpha was brought to the Entity she was a waddling whale of 500lbs with a loving Bramwell stroking her hair and guiding her to the welcoming fog. They had been chased out of their family home by rabid townsfolk, a mob who wanted them to face the electric chair. They fled to an abandoned barn, Bramwell was terrified, Orpha was too hungry to feel much else. They both felt an intense relief when the fog and the Entity appeared to them. It brought understanding, and Orpha knew there was food, that there would always be food. Bramwell, well, he would follow Orpha into the burning pits of hell.

In the Entity’s realm, Bramwell is a tall, skinny young man. He has a large scar from his eyebrow to his jaw which causes his left eye to be a milky pale blue and permanently looking to the right. He has long straight black hair he ties back into a neat ponytail, his skin is a dark olive tone inherited from his indigenous mother. He received this injury from his father when he is first caught being inappropriate with his sister. His outfits reflect the era of 1970’s North Dakota. Orpha is an immobile young woman who defaults to 1500lbs but customisations can bring her up to 2000 or down to a 1000. She has incredibly pale skin and blonde curls that as a default is permed around her chubby dimpled face. Her customisations do not involve clothes, but do change her hairstyle, and add jewellery, blankets, and various adornments to her gigantic mass.

Their associated location is the abandoned farm in which they resided.

Gameplay

During trials, Orpha is situated nside the Killer’s shack (often which the Entity will make much larger for her comfort.) She is rubbing her gut, humming, giggling, and commenting on her surroundings. She has her own terror radius, and if you are in her line of sight she will begin to scream revealing the location of the player to Bramwell and exposing them. Orpha and Bramwell have a telepathic connection, meaning they can see what each other sees. From a gameplay perspective this means Orpha can be used like a security camera to spot survivors. If food is brought to her by a survivor she can be sated for a short period, if her food metre is full then she will fall asleep. However, when she is fed there is a noise notification for the Killer.

Bramwell can also give her food to encourage her to do things like grab at survivors who get to close and smother them in her fat, as a default this injures them but various add-ons can change the effect. However, if Bramwell feeds Orpha too much, she’ll vomit and fall asleep leaving her incapacitated for a short period of time (her pools of vomit in the shack is toxic to survivors.)

Survivors may mistakenly think that it is simple to avoid Orpha, but trials with the Couple are slightly different. After four generators are finished, the final generator has to be completed as usual - but in these games this generator will automatically open the exit gates. The catch is that this generator is always in the same room as Orpha.

Bramwell has two weapons, a hunting knife, and a farmer’s shotgun. When Mori’d the survivor will be fed to Orpha whole, when Bramwell uses his perk to amputate the survivors he can feed the limbs to Orpha, but the Entity will provide masses of food around the level for the killer and survivors to feed to her.

Load-Out

The Couple have the following unique perks…

Costs An Arm and a Leg

Bramwell spent a long time taking apart meat whilst it was still alive. He can slice off an arm before the survivor knows he’s there, the limb is then fed to Orpha. For each tier more of the arm is cut off.

Survivor will lose an arm for the entire match, as a result repairing generators’ or opening the gates will be slowed meaning their efforts become 25/50/75% less effective. They cannot become fully healed. However, the surge of adrenaline that accompanies the amputation means that after they have lost an arm they become immune to exposure or having their aura be revealed, becoming only exhausted instead.

Don’t Touch My Sister

Whenever a survivor approaches or enters the Killer’s shack, they are revealed to the Killer for 5/10/15 seconds.

Growing Girl

Orpha’s portions have always been bigger. The effects of edible add-ons and offerings are increased by 50/100/150%.