#wg kink writing

[overstuffd]

Thinking abt feeding and denial? Like setting goals for your feedee and not letting them orgasm again until they can reach it.

Sub feedee can only eat six of their dozen donuts and their feeder forbids them from getting off until they can eat all 12 in a sitting. The feedee gets so worked up and needy that they keep begging to be allowed to try again and earn their orgasm, but each time they fail. How many pounds would they put on before they're allowed to cum again?

Or a feeder who keeps changing the goals and pretending that they didn't. "Good job! You chugged five whole shakes! You can do two more right? No, I definitely said you had to have seven to orgasm tonight. You're full? You sure? Well that's too bad. Maybe next time"

Gaining progress or body parts could be fun too, but idk "you can cum when you've gained another five pounds" isn't as hot to me as "you couldn't clean your plate and now you've lost orgasm privileges for a week"

Ughh this is so exactly my sort of thing.

Setting you challenges I know you're going to fail, and then punishingly you appropriately.

Using denial as an appropriate motivator to encourage you to push yourself.

Leaving you home alone with a few thousand calories worth of snacks, a packed bowl and an instruction to have them all finished by the time I get back - or you won't be finishing for a while. Coming home a few hours earlier than you expected and telling you how disappointed I am that you have so much left. Hand feeding you the rest, teasing you the whole time, then when you beg for release condescendingly reminding you you didn't earn it, and anyway - it's time for dinner.

Keeping this going for days at a time, a week - increasing the amount of food I leave you, giving you even less time, till you're frantically stuffing yourself the minute I leave. Of course, when I get back I pull out the bag of chips I forgot to tell you about - looks like you didn't finish everything this time either.

Getting you to the point where you'll push yourself beyond what you thought were your limits just trying to earn a scrap of satisfaction.

You're so right on the last point as well - why set you a weight goal when I can see how much fat you'll pile onto your frame willingly just by being an eager slut.

[es-draws]

Poor thing, I know how much you've struggled to eat. I know how hard it is to fill up that little tummy of yours. How are we going to make you nice and big when you get full so very easily?

Don't you worry. I know just what you need.

✨ Capacity Training ✨

We'll start slow, of course. Go ahead and eat, until you're nice and full for me. As much as you can handle. I know you can't fit much yet, that's okay. Here, you can drink this instead. It's just water, for now. Go ahead, I know you must be thirsty after that big meal. Finish off the whole cup. Good, just like that, get it all down.

Do you feel it? All that liquid settling into your full belly? That's the secret, my dear. We're going to stretch you out. Teach your stomach to swell and expand, to grow larger and larger. Your body will learn to fit more and more of this delicious food we're going to give you. And once your stomach learns it needs to grow... well, then so will the rest of you.

This is how we'll start. I want you to have a nice big drink with every meal. You'll know you're done when you can feel all that liquid sloshing around in your middle, when you feel your tummy wobble and bounce once it's filled to the brim. Your stomach should feel like an overstretched balloon, as it's filled and overfilled with every last drop it can take. Keep that up. Drink a little more every day. It won't take long to notice the changes.

See how quickly that worked? You're eating more already. You would have never have been able to finish all this before. That's how much we've stretched you out. Your stomach is so much bigger now, trained to be filled, ready to grow even more. You've learned to eat like a prize pig. And you're ready to grow like one too.

You've done so well for me, darling. I'm so proud of how you've grown. And I think you're ready for the next step. Let's replace those drinks with some weight gain shakes, shall we?

Now that we've made you ready to eat, you're finally ready to be fattened.

[esmeislewd]

we as a society need to return to an era where witches could kidnap people and fatten them up! I think I would like a morally questionable woman to snatch me off the street and relentlessly feed me until I'm as round and plump as she wants me~

[constantnbpreg]

truly my favorite aspects of pregnancy has to be the lost of control.

there’s just something so hot about how at a certain point, you can’t stop the changes that is going to happen to your body when growing a baby. the baby is just going to keep growing and you just have to let it happen. let your belly, once slim and flat, now so giant and round. the weight of it making your back arch and you moan…

and that’s not it either. because the way your body transforms? it doesn’t just snap back to your previous self after that baby is birthed. no. all of it stays. stretch marks stay, hips are permanently widened… sometimes it’s hard to shake off that baby weight too, a new softness to your figure that wasn’t there before the baby. while that huge belly is gone, the way your childbearing hips sway as you walk tells the whole world just how you were once bred. shows people passing by just how fertile you are

and how your body is just begging to get knocked up all over again

[mistyffa]

imo, there's something about funneling that's wild in the best possible way. It strips away all the niceties and foreplay, which can be great, but sometimes you just need feedism in its purest form. As many calories as possible, as fast as possible, through the cold, almost clinical vehicle of a literal feeding tube.

It's just the effectiveness of it all. A nice, big shake, once or twice a day, and you can swell up fifty, maybe a hundred pounds in a year...

Just imagine that; your partner straddles your legs in an all too familiar way. Although with those couple dozen extra pounds on you, their stance is significantly wider than it was when you two started this routine. They lift up your shirt and lightly trace your stretch marks with their nails, admiring all their work, and making sure to point out any changes they've noticed. Flustered, you try to look away, but they grab your soft chin and make you look them in the eye. They stroke your cheek with their thumb while they tell you all the ways your face has changed since the two of you met; how your cheeks had puffed up, how your strong jaw had turned into a soft double chin, how the look in your eyes had become almost docile. Then they lean back and grab their supplies.

"Open wide"

They place the tube in your mouth and start pouring. The mix of pain and ecstasy makes the ten seconds it takes for you to gulp down the thick, heavy liquid feel like ten minutes, but you know it'll be worth it. When it's finally over, they take the tube from your mouth and plant a kiss on your quivering lips. They place one hand on your tight, sore upper belly and use the other to wipe a bit of extra shake off your chin. They slide their thumb into your mouth for you to lick up the remaining cream.

"Can't have you wasting any, sweetie"

They climb off of you and lay across your lap as you slump back into the couch. As you drift off to sleep, you both anticipate doing it all over again tomorrow...

[growmydarling]

i don't know if you've noticed, but...your shirts aren't really fitting anymore. i know the crop top look is totally in right now. but your pants aren't really fitting either. you look like you ate whoever was wearing those clothes before you, tubby. belly hanging so far out of your waistband that it's drooping halfway down your front and jiggling freely witj each ploddong step. not that i'm complaining. but come on. any sense of self decency left, or did you eat some of your brain too? maybe rotted from all the sugar you cram in between your juicy lips. such a fatty.

[bigolbadblog]

You wake up still bloated. Still stuffed. There's no headache, no foul aftertaste that would indicate a night spent drinking, but your memories of last night are hazy anyways. Maybe because so many of your nights have been rather similar lately.

Last night was, what, takeout from that curry place down the road? Or maybe that was the night before. Maybe last night was soul food. You belch and wince. Whatever else it had been, you decide last night must have included ice cream. Lots of ice cream. Gingerly, you reach down (up) to rub the peak of your belly- swollen it may be, but that layer of softness that meets your hand isn't just bloating. Another belch. Ice cream and... tacos?

You hear light footsteps approach the bed, and blink blearily up at the love of your life. "Jesus fuck," you greet them with a whine, pulling the sheet aside to show them the expanse of your belly. "How much did you- ourrp- how much did you FEED me last night?"

"Good morning to you too, beautiful." They bend over to give you a kiss on the cheek. "And don't worry about that." They pat your belly, which- traitorously- growls with sudden, utterly irrational hunger. They smile. "Breakfast is almost ready."

[softartemisart]

temple to a god of hedonism that gradually changes those inside to best live lives of pleasure and feasting

if you visit once, and stay for only a few minutes, you might get out with only a little extra softness on your frame, easy enough to work off. if you stay for much longer, well...

theres a growing hunger in your stomach, despite not eating that long ago. but it's a temple to a god of parties and feasting - there's plenty of food available. the dishes only seem to grow more aromatic the longer you stand near them and, when you cave and try a mouthful, it's unbelievably delicious.

you're so taken with the taste, you don't notice what's happening to your body. your stomach bloats from your gorging, and then softens into a wobbling belly that tests the durability of your clothes, hanging lower and lower towards your thick thighs. leaning over the table for another plate, your ass sticks out behind you, round and cellulite-ridden. your figure is soft, swelling, a picture of indulgence.

and it's not long before the servants of this god come and show you another kind of pleasure. warm hands make contact with sensitive skin and you moan through mouthfuls of rich food. they guide you to a soft chair, lean you back, make sure your every want in this moment is fulfilled. one continues to feed you all manner of decadent desserts. several more attend to your body, removing the remains of the constricting clothes you entered in and then kissing, massaging, rubbing every growing, jiggling inch of you. your chest is squeezed, nipples toyed with. your gut is oiled and played with. once they're done teasing you, one hefts the blubbery mass up while another finally reaches between your legs.

the next day, you wake up in one of their luxurious beds, the most well rested you've ever been. you're free to leave, of course. but as the heavenly smell of breakfast finds your nose, you also notice the new set of temple robes at the end of your bed, inviting you to join their ranks

[overstuffd]

thinking about all the amazing options feeders have to give their little piggies to drink

🥤sugar stuffed soda with plenty of carbonation to stretch your stomach to bursting point and then melt into a soft layer of blubber

🍺cold beer, lining your stomach with liquid carbs while making you light headed and easy to feed more salty treats to

🍦milkshakkeess extra thick gainer shakes with a slice of decadent cake blended in with with the icecream and heavy cream

☕coffee filled with cream and extra, extra syrup, topped with more cream and chocolate drizzle. an extra shot of espresso or two to get you craving more and more cups a day

🧃sugary juices i persuade you as a still-in-denial cutie are the healthy choice, plying you with thousands of calories of sugary sweetness on a hot day and agreeing whenyou say you have no idea why your pants are getting so tight

[es-draws]

You stare at your reflection, poking and squeezing the new layers of pudge you've gathered. Your brow furrows as the worry creeps back in. What happened to your tummy? When did it get so soft? When did it become such a handful? Have you... have you gotten chubby?

But there's already a set of comforting hands are on you, admiring you. Smoothing away the wrinkles of doubt that had begun to seep into your mind.

"Look at you," your lover whispers. "Such a work of art. My masterpiece. Look at how we've perfected you, made you into a feast for the eyes, a delight to be held. You've grown so wonderfully, sweet thing. You're more beautiful than I ever could have imagined."

And you realize it too. You see the beauty of your form, with all its soft curves and gentle rolls, the lush bounty of your full hips and pampered belly. Your body a testament to just how much it was worshipped, formed into a figure made to be worshipped.

"You're glorious to behold, sweet thing," your lover says. "Don't you ever forget how divine you truly are."

[constantnbpreg]

god pregnant college student stories drive me wild for no good reason. i just love the idea of a pregnant trans boy. he goes off to college, excited for the new gained freedom and being on his own for the first time. ready to get the grades and become an independent adult

until a handful of hookups the first month of school leads to him getting pregnant.

at first it’s fine, right? he gets away with wearing bagger clothes. it’s getting colder after all. him getting hungrier could be blamed on the freshman 15 too! but then he finds out it’s twins and suddenly he feels like he’s growing much faster.

before he knows it, he’s waddling across the quad with his sixth month belly pushed forward. hand on his lower back to try and help with the heaviness of his gravid form. making slow steps as he can’t see his feet anymore, breaths deep and heavy as he carries that weight of his belly that stretches out his college hoodie. the hem of the sweatpants pushed underneath it and a strip of skin being exposed because the end of the hoodie can’t reach the hem of his sweatpants.

and as he’s huffing and puffing his way to his next class, his other hand rubbing the huge growing swell in front of him, he can feel everyone’s eyes on him. all watching his wide hips pass by and knowing how he got himself that way. first year away at college and he went and got himself stuffed full of babies. making bets on how long it’ll take him to not fit in the desk seats anymore, if he’ll even make it to finals with how fucking round he’s gonna be by then

it’s embarrassing. and he secretly loves every second of it

[love--bites]

I have this friend that I haven't seen in a year. Last time I saw them, they were skinnier than me and barely ate when stopping by. They didn't ask for snacks or anything to eat unless I was already planning on eating something. That's all fine and good, but I saw them again after about a year...

They had clearly put on at least 100 pounds, potentially 150, and I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I assure you that I'm not. When the couch barely made a sound before, it creaked and groaned against their weight. When they had no issues getting around, going up the stairs left them out of breath. When the floorboards were silent with their footsteps, they now stepped heavily around the house with the boards creaking loudly underneath them. Even their clothes, which had to be new, were struggling against their overstuffed belly.

The first thing they did was ask me for something to eat, so I gladly made them ramen. They requested two packets and a soft-boiled egg, and I gladly provided. After their meal, they asked for snacks, so I willingly gave them whatever they wanted - all that I had. They finished an entire box of cheezits and a half of a second box. They also finished half a box of cookies. They wanted hot chocolate to go with this, so again, I provided, making sure to add extra whip cream and small marshmallows. As much as I tried not to, I found myself sneaking a glance at their shirt that was now riding up on them slightly as their belly hung over their pants.

They told me they were still hungry and somewhat reluctantly asked if I had anything left to eat. I happily agreed and made a full pizza, not expecting to eat a single bite of it myself. I brought the pizza over to the kitchen table, and they took a seat, the wooden chair creaking loudly as they did so. After I added some extra cheese on top, they took a slice and quickly devoured it. Then they took another, and another. I kept them talking as they ate, somewhat of a distraction, and before they realized it, they had eaten the entire pizza. I could tell their pants were barely clinging to them, and it was clear their shirt was riding up much more than it had been before. They looked stuffed, and I could see a look in their eyes that said, "If I eat any more, I'll pop."

Their stomach, however, disagreed with their comfort and growled. Clearly embarrassed, they tried to play it off, but I knew better. I grabbed them a dessert - a tub of strawberry ice cream, a small slice of chocolate cake, ice, extra sugar, a bit of cinnamon, and a half pint of heavy cream. I pulled out my blender and made a delicious and thick milkshake. How many calories it was, I can't exactly say, but I had to be a good host to my starving friend, no? I couldn't let them go hungry.

I handed them a glass of the drink, and, hesitantly at first, they started politely drinking, but as they continued, their polite sips turned into desperate gulps, as if they hadn't drank anything in ages. They chugged the drink down - one glass became two, and two became three, and so on until the drink had been finished entirely. Their breathing was a bit more labored as they sat, seemingly pinned to their chair by their weight, and with one final gulp of their glass, the button on their pants flew off, and their belly spilled out of the far-too-tight jeans. They were extremely embarrassed, but of course, I reassured them, letting them know that it just meant there was more room to eat their fill.

As their belly hung out, filled to the brim with food, it growled, begging for more. My friend's expression said that they could barely handle more, but their stomach clearly had other ideas. With a polite smile, I asked, "Are you still hungry?"

[growmydarling]

as you heave your heavy frame towards me, i gaze lovingly at the rolls and curves that make up your silhouette. plopping down on the couch, i watch as your body jiggles. my eyes are filled my fire, passion igniting within me at the sight of so much movement and so. much. fat. 'what do you wanna watch tonight?' you huff. you reach forward slowly to the coffee table, nuggets arranged in a huge pile with several sauces available for your dipping pleasure. 'you, honey.' i murmur in your ear, stealing a kiss on your cheek and grabbing your lower belly. 'i want to watch you eat.' you dig in. 'good piggy.'

[bellyyearner]

Office life at 550+ lbs Part 2

Word Count: 1050

Gender neutral POV, mobility issues, extreme obesity, stuffing, feedee perspective

Part 1

As soon as you reached your car you felt like you were gonna pass out from exhaustion. You can't remember the last time you needed to do that much activity in one shot. Gripping your meaty fingers around the door handle you swing it open and practically collapse into the driver's seat. The chassis of your car groaning loudly with the sudden burden. One leg on the ground, the other barely inside the car, and leaning back onto the center console you huffed and puffed. Trying to pull enough air into your lungs so that you don't pass out, the reality of your situation finally sets in.

You were filling the space completely. With your hips and love handles compressed between the driver's seat and the steering wheel, pushing your belly slightly higher but still pooling around you and filling all available space. Your heaving chest resting against your throat, forcing your breaths to be haggard and loud, you can hear the cars suspension creek with every rise and fall of your lard ladened gut. Your legs were burning and your joints were crying, your body giving you a harsh reminder of why you don't push it this hard. But that didn't matter to you, digging your fingers into the soft and doughy fat of your overhang, you felt elated. Jiggling and massaging the delicious fat you worked so hard to grow, the pleasure and pain your body was experiencing is the same high you've been chasing for over a decade. Almost losing yourself in it and adding even more treats to your mental grocery list you snapped out of it as you heard another car pull in.

With a sudden moment of clarity you remember you're in public and not that far from the front door of your office, "quickly" you begin to reposition yourself. A puffy left hand gripping the steering wheel for leverage you begin to heave yourself up, pulling one leg inside before taking a deep breath, pushing yourself off the passenger seat with your right. Gas rose up from the depths of your gut and you could taste the cherry cola as the burp ruptured out of you. Instinctively your left hand went to your belly as you tried to massage another out of you but to no avail.

Pulling your left leg into the car and wiggling your ass around the seat you were able to slip into position. A whole multiple minute process just to get into the car, you can't help but feel the endorphins rush through you and send shivers down your spine. The thing about getting this morbidly obese and loving it is that everything you do becomes sexual, to you at least, to others they see you struggle with the basics and feel sorry for you, but you? When you closed the car door but needed a second try because you're just so wide that your fat fucking ass gave resistance and you didn't pull hard enough? Your crotch got hotter, the blood that's usually stagnant from a lack of movement was flowing, and you desperately wanted to handle that immediately. And when you remembered that you couldn't even though you wanted to because you lost the ability to reach without toys, you decided to stop at an extra drive thru on the way home.

Pulling out of the parking lot you take one last look at your office, resolutely determined to never see it again. The familiar bumps in the road jostled your body around like waves in a pool, despite the fear for your suspension, you didn't try too hard to avoid potholes on your way to lunch. Once you had placed your order at the drive thru, you were placing your Walmart order online, adding literally anything that looked tasty with no regard to cost. This is a celebration after all, why not splurge a little. Once you arrived at the window you outstretched your fattened saggy arm to grab a grease covered bag of burgers and large soda. You wondered if the drive thru worker had served anyone as fat as you this week. The thought faded as the scent of your meal hit your nose, quickly pulling into the parking lot to devour everything before heading off to a second drive through only to repeat the process again.

Once you arrived home you spent the first few minutes in the driveway just caressing your fattened form, massaging out little hiccups and burps as you do so. With your gut pressing against the steering wheel you wondered how long it would be before getting into the car would be impossible. You didn't need the car now but decided to keep it anyways so you could track your gaining progress in a fun way. You then repeat the process of left leg out, shimmy ass cheeks towards the door, turn, right leg to the edge, and rise for what you hope is the last time for at least a few months. Waddling to your front door you enter your home and kick off your shoes, another thing you hope to abandon.

With a slow but relaxed waddle you enter the kitchen, grabbing a 2 liter, a bag of chips, and a plastic tin of blueberry muffins before heading to the couch and falling back into the you shaped dent that you've been gorging yourself deeper into. Sips of soda between salty chips you eat with passion, topping yourself up despite having eaten enough for a family of 5 on the way home. When the chips are gone, the muffins follow right after and you can feel the bread expand with soda once it reaches your over worked stomach. With the pressure in your gut rising and supplies running out your hands explore your body and trace the stretch marks you wear as trophies. Deep guttural burps escaping your lips when you find the right spots.

As the weight settles in and your eyes grow droopy from the excess sugar you bite your lip and moan, enjoying the fact that you are the smallest that you will ever be. Pulling out your phone to reorder the most recent door dash delivery because you don't care what it is that slides down your throat, you just want more

[tanuki-voice]

Your body is getting heavier to remind you to sit down. Relax more. Stress less. Enjoy yourself. It's hard to get up, so why do it? Feel how soft the couch is. Why would you leave its gentle embrace? Get some snacks. Turn something entertaining on the TV. Let your own weight press you into the couch. Have some more snacks. Feel yourself get heavier, gut spilling into your lap, and hips slowly filling out your plush seat, as you sink deeper into the cushions. So relaxed. So comfy. So well fed.

[420faggyactivities69]

I have always been into feedism. The big, soft, jiggling tummies just always did it for me and after gaining weight on accident I decided fuck it, why not join in on the fun.

After all, I have a lot of self control, I can always just stop and loose the weight if I don't like it...

So I stuffed myself for the first time. And the second time. And the third time. And soon enough eating because I'm bored became the standard. I didn't notice it at first but slowly I was blowing up.

My clothes started to fit more snuggly than they used to, my thighs started touching, stretch marks appeared on my hips, what was once a flat tummy now had a considerable softness to it.

It made me horny beyond belief. Days off were spent doing nothing but stuffing myself silly and masturbating. On all fours, a pillow under me and between my legs, and the image of my body fattening up stuck in my head.

One day, I was doing just that. I layer there, on my knees, fat ass sticking out, playing with myself after a big stuffing. I came harder than ever before, the waves of pleasure making me curl into myself. And that's when I felt it. My belly slapping the top of my thighs for the very first time.

After riding out the orgasm I stood up to looked in the mirror and saw it - my, still bloated, belly had an ever so slight line where it was pushing out from my body. I sat back down onto my bed and finally noticed that my belly was actually starting to sit in my lap.

I felt so proud I celebrated with stuffing myself even more. After that day it became really hard to restrain myself around food. I ate anything and everything that came in my general vicinity. I'd eat a meal big enough to feed an entire family while fondling my growing belly and I'd still get a snack afterwards.

I was on cloud nine, my body was plumping up so quickly, I could actually feel the fat cells multiplying after every meal. I couldn't get my hands to stop rubbing my softening belly at every chance I got, I couldn't stop putting on old clothes that used to be oversized only to watch the buttons on them pop off, I could stop GAINING.

One day I was trying to actually cook for once and my back started aching. I felt the sack of lard pulling on my back muscles and my legs vere hurting from standing up for so long. Heaving and plopping my belly onto the counter to rest my back I told myself

"okay, maybe I got a little too fat. I had my fun but now I should really loose some of the weight. I mean, it won't long, after all, I have a lot of self control..."

So I finished cooking the meal, or something that was originally meant as just one meal, and took only about a third, thinking that I'm just gonna finish the rest some other day. I also promised myself that I'm starting working out tomorrow.

Of course, that didn't last very long. After finishing the meal my belly felt completely empty and within half an hour I went back to eat the rest. Needless to say the working out routine I planned got forgotten as well.

So I just kept my old habits up and denied even weighing that much. I mean, the scale must be broken, I'm not ACTUALLY that fat, and again, I have a lot of self control, if I REALLY wanted to, I can just work this extra weight right off. And so I kept gaining. And kept gaining.

And kept gaining.

And kept gaining...

Until my entire body jiggled with the slightest of movement. My enormous belly hanged halfway to my knees, a heavy sack made entirely out of pure fat. Big, shapeless, cellulite ridden thighs always touched, and the friction of them chafing against each other made it harder to walk. My head now always rested on a big double chin that wobbled every time my hand with sausage like fingers bought something up to my mouth.

I was in deep, and I knew I really needed to start to take it seriously. Attempt after attempt was made to loose the excess weight, but it always bought even more lard on my body. I couldn't stop shoving food down my throat, no matter how much I tried. I became unrecognizable to the people who knew me and loved ones started to get concerned about me.

But of course, I was too proud to admit that I got too fat actually couldn't help myself. In my mind, I was still in the "slightly chubby" phase.

And even I DID get too fat, I have a lot of self control, I can always just stop and loose the weight, right?