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overlydeniableteddy · 13 days ago

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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.

#overlydeniablewrites #feedee story #feedee pov #weight gain writing #ftm feedee #trans feedee #fatty getting fatter #queer feedee #feed me #stuffed fatty #wg encouragement #feeding you fatter #feedee piggy

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paunchbunny · 7 months ago

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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)

#GOD I WISH I COULD DRINK RAAAAAAAH #I guess I just gotta settle with weed intox #But that's ok bc it's hot to smoke and it's a performance enhancing drug #tgf supremacy #ask?#tgf archive

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shyprincessthoughts · 9 months ago

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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!

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lamamasjamas · 1 year ago

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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?)

#miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara fanfic #male weight gain #wg #feeding kink #please dont comment anything mean #I will be very sad and hurt by kink shaming even if this technically isn’t my kink😔

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bellyyearner · 2 months ago

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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.

#feeding kink #feedee encouragement #feedism writing #violet stories #feedist kinktober #fat belly #fat piggy #feedee story #feedist kinktober 2024 #feedee pov

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fatguarddog · 2 years ago

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Welcome 🐾🔞

Follows from @follow-fatguarddog (inactive old main but I gotta keep it to keep this blog)

Hey, I'm Hutch, 29/UK/M, icon by @droolfang

I am not a gainer. I'm a chubby alt male feeder/feedee who enjoys stuffing and being treated like a dog ❤️

This is my space to explore my kinks, mainly weight gain stuff and slightly more aggressive pet play I'm trans, only use he/him pronouns and prefer terms like dick/cock and tits when referring to my body. I've had top surgery but enjoy fantasising about growing tits/moobs I like people of all genders, but do lean t4t ❤️

I love hearing other people's fantasies/ideas so ask is always open! You should probably scroll down a bit and read my Hard Nos first before sending one though (please no more slob-leaning asks) ❤️

DMs are open, but please only message if you're 23+ I offer custom audio commissions, find out more HERE I have a Ko-fi HERE if you ever wanna throw a dog a bone or treat me into something in particular 🦴

My Kinks

I'll be tagging my posts in case you want to search for or block something in particular - original stuff will still be 'hutch posts,' but here you can also find 'hutch photos' for pics of me and 'hutch audios' for little fat fantasy recordings Also to reiterate that whilst this is a weight gain-centric blog, I'm not in a position to actually gain weight nor am I a gainer, I just like fantasising about a world where I could be a lazy fat dog. Please don't send me asks about tips for gaining weight because I'm afraid I can't help you, I have always been roughly this fat and have no experience with consistent gaining

🐾 Fuck yes: feedism, weight gain (magical, slow, rapid, forced, etc.), ass/belly/breast expansion, general belly kink, monsterfucking, bondage, praise kink, intox kink (alcohol and weed), biting, pet play (think of me as a rough but loyal dog or a maybe pig boy)

🐾 Yes Please: breeding, cnc, some degradation, corruption kink, primal urges, hucow/lactation, inflation (favs are pumpkin, honey, berry and milk), plushification, force masc and force femme (not in a detransition way, just like how a cis guy would be into it)

🚫 Hard Nos: detransition kink, slob stuff, death feedism, gore, piss/scat, ddlg type stuff, incest, birth, feet, immobility in weight gain scenarios (I'm ok with it in more fantasy-based tf scenarios though, e.g. pumpkin inflation/transformation)

Taken anon emojis/sign offs: 🪞, 🐮💓, 🫐🐈, 🐶❤️, 🐑🤍, storm anon, 😻, 🎃, 💋, 🐳, 🕹️, ghost anon, 🎃☕, 🎃🦣, 🥛, 🥓🐻, 🐉, 🍩🐶, 🍒🦝, 🐷 🤓, 💜, 🧊🐺, 🎤, 🐺, 💣💥, 🐊, ⚡️, 🐇, 🔵, 🐗, 🎀, seal anon, doughnon, 🍰, 🦌, 🍔🐱, 🥨, dogboy, 🐐, ⚕️, sleepy cowboy, 📼, 🦇, 🦕, ☢️, 🍄, 🐷🐶, 🚙, 🌀, eldritch weight gain anon, ♉️ Emojis/sign offs help me know who I'm talking to if you've sent asks before, so feel free to add them! If you want to interact with me, please don't call me a puppy! Just dog/big dog/fat dog is fine, but puppy doesn't do it for me in referring to myself

BLOCK LIST

Under 18s or no age in your bios, you’re not welcome here

Same if you’re over 45, no disrespect it's just not comfortable for me

Misgendering and thinspo blogs, no thanks

Literally anyone who makes me uncomfortable at my discretion

Feedism jars filled out under the cut if you wanna know more

#hutch posts #hutch photos #hutch audios #hutch answers #hutch sona #<use these to find my stuff!#audio #< ignore that it's so i can find things

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softdomhailie · 1 day ago

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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]

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 >.<

🌈⭐🌈⭐🌈⭐

#soft dom #dom/sub #soft dom hailie #soft kink #dom x sub #soft bd!sm #soft bd/sm #bd/sm lifestyle #nsft #soft roleplay #soft feeding #feeding kink #feedisn

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