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#looking for a feedee
thatguywhofedme · 1 day
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Ideas for feeders and feedees
I'm sure a lot of us are into feedism / death feedism for the long run, which means that any opportunities to expand our knowledge, live experiences we could have only dreamed of or even find your perfect partner who shares the same set of goals and interests as you do is always on our mind
Which is why I decided to make a small list of ideas for everyone into feedism which I hope would make it easier to find what you are looking for or at least have a starting point
Places you can visit
- Anywhere !!! : this one is pretty vague, but just go outside, get out of your comfort zone and try to do activities you wouldn't normally be doing, I'm sure you'll find opportunities to meet someone new who happens to be into feedism / death feedism
- Walmart : this one is a classic at this point, but it's always a good place to find anyone who could be into feedism just like you and I'm sure you'll find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with anyone with the same particular taste that you have and besides, who doesn't love to see a piggy on a mobility scooter doing a "small" grocery trip, speaking of which
- Grocery store : same thing as Walmart, just go in and find someone who seems to have the same interests as you and would be interested to have a little chat with you
- Pretty much any buffet or restaurant : you have LOOOOOOOTS of choices when it comes to this category of establishment for a fine gourmet such as yourself, you can go the easy route by going to McDonald, KFC or any fast food restaurants near you or your local buffet, if there's one thing all piggies have in common it's eating, LOOOOOADS of eating, especially when it's all you can eat and just a small trick,for the love of god, avoid any restaurant that serves Kale or any healthy food if you want to find a real fatty / enabler
Activities you can do
- Cooking class : no matter where it is, cooking classes are a great opportunity to find someone who 1. Enjoys food and 2. Doesn't care about the fat that keeps piling on their growing bodies, they're everywhere and it'll also teach many skills you can apply in the kitchen, whether it's to fatten yourself up or someone else
- Eating contest / competition : What else is their to say really, you got people who loves to eat lots of food in one sitting as fast or as many as possible while 99% of them don't care about the fat adding up on their figure, which they probably enjoy as well
- county fair : with all the fun activities you can do, especially the food stands on site ready to feed anyone a delicious and fattening piece of food history, your bound to meet someone who also decided to come for the same reason that you did, to find someone who wants to see how much they can stuff in their greedy mouth, with or without your help in one sitting
I know I'm missing a lot of other ideas to try and places / events to visit, but I'm sure you won't be shy to add more in the comments
With all of that said, I hope this list can help all of you with finding new opportunities in the world around you and don't forget, either you're getting fattened up or are the one doing all the fattening, the fatter the better 🐷🩷
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makehermassive · 1 month
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I mean holy fuck look at her
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🐖🐮🐖
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princesspillowpiggy · 1 month
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Stuffed myself so much last night 🥰 ate two whole large pizzas 🍕
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thecrownestt · 7 months
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Clutter
Is this too much? Slob talk? Ancillary slob talk? Let's be playful and say it's cool.
Imagine being a docile, go with the flow type of feedee. Willing to be cute and pampered, and eager to look nice for a feeder. A classic, heartfelt tale of two love birds doing what they desire because their partner desires it. Eating because she likes how it makes her feel, and feeding her because he likes how it makes him feel. Win win. The stuff that makes any relationship easy. If I do what makes me happy, it makes you equally happy. How great.
And he's so so good at being a feeder. Always knows when she is due for a snack or a craving. Attentive to the ambiance that someone needs if they are gaining. Takes care of the odds and ends, like laundry, dishes, cleaning. It's easy to be comfortable with a changing, growing body when all the other constants are met.
So what happens if he strategically slacks one week? A week's worth of empty containers and pizza boxes sit in the corner of the bedroom. Sure, nothing with actual spoiling food scraps are in them, but they are still there. A lingering reminder of ugly corporate logos and generic packaging in the midst of an otherwise cozy room fitted with good, modern decor.
It isn't like she is ever going to ~dream~ about dealing with the trash on her own. That hasn't been her job for years. It's unbecoming of a proper lady to tend to strain herself to do busy work. He would always shush her back towards a seat or the bed if she tried. Those worries aren't meant for someone so delicate and soft, certainly not when they could be easing off a big meal.
And the problem is ignored.
For a while.
The weight trickles onto her frame. They don't check the scale often, who needs to when the carnal look in his eyes let her know that she isn't just being wishful about a few extra inches on her waist.
The pile of boxes and bags in the corner grows in tandem. What was a job for one trash bag now starts to become a point of fixation on its own. Pizza boxes in a stack going up to his knees. A disorganized mound of Styrofoam containers that he tosses a new addition on top of.
She mentions the pile. It's getting a bit unwieldy? He brushes her off. She's being far too uptight. It's nothing. It's a tomorrow problem. Does it sound any bit as good as eating a slice of cheesecake for dessert? It never seems to.
The new routine becomes accepted. Normal. Weeks go by. Clothes get tighter. The first stack of pizza boxes reach the ceiling. How many does that even take? How much of that added to the new stretch marks working their way up her stomach? Is it that direct?
More weeks. More months. More clutter. More space being commandeered by a couple with no guardrails.
Yes, dear, there's always more.
Please, darling, bring me more.
Let me help you up.
I need you to make this easier and grab my hand.
How many of the prettiest girls have someone to be so practical about assistance in the shower?
Her belly grows. Her torso thickens. Chest in the way. Legs and ass wobbling beyond sight. She has gotten bigger.
So has the trash.
Her absent minded hand traces the edge of her love handle. She's lucid. Some of her window is being covered by the trash. When he comes into the room, he navigates a small path amidst the heap. If she wanted to roll to the one side of the bed, she'd see that the boxes and wrappers have begun to pile up against the bed. Under the frame.
Is this how much a person eats in a year? Is this what they needed to be reminded of... how visibly shocking the price of growing into 4x's in a single year requires?
A single year. How about two?
Moving isn't easy anymore. He brings most everything to her. He tends to her needs, and he never allows any negativity.
The room is dark. Although the bed is quite sizeable, there's a stray bottle of soda or crumpled fast food bag that tips onto the bed. It's beginning to become unsafe for her to be on her feet for very long. Heavy, wobbling steps are no match for an uneven surface of cardboard and garbage strewn about on the floor. The window allows a few stray beams of light to reach her bloated, unmoving body.
Did he know they would view the trash with such disregard? So as to look at her new rolls, listen to her deep huffs and puffs, and think "don't you forget where this came from, it's literally closing you in."
It's claustrophobic. Overwhelming. A world closing in. Her own body consuming the space around her. The evidence of what it takes.
The last time she could see out the window, her belly didn't fully touch the bed when she was on all fours. The floor covered entirely in about the time it took her to grow a cute fat roll on her arm. An artwork of desire. How much do you give up to pursue this life? How much do you gain? What does it take? The reminder is panic inducing, but also resignation. Fat slobs do not become this way magically. It happens slowly, gradually creeping onto someone. Discreet. Looking the problem in the face and denying it's ever going to be as concerning as giving up on the blind desire between two lovers.
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roses-feeder-blog · 2 years
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in the mood to pindown a feedee and stuff them until they cant sit up and tease them. “awe piggy, where did this big heavy belly come from? you must really be eating well” I’ll say as i put another sugary snack in their mouth 💕
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fatscorpion · 1 month
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I'm soooo hungry 🤤🤤🤤
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thatguywhofedme · 3 months
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💕🐷 Goal sets for greedy piggies like you 🐷💕
- Have trouble looking down because of your double chin
- Have an ass so fat you need at the very least two chairs to support you when stuffing yourself
- Have a belly so big it makes it impossible to see the scale no matter what you try to do
- Speaking of which, make your bariatric scale say "error" to celebrate all the new lard engulfing your body
- Have a mobility scooter or a bariatric wheelchair to save the calories you would have lost while waddling around
- Condition yourself to oink when you need more food or fucks
- Suck down on at least 2 sticks of butter per day, it can only do wonders for you
Those are only a small number of goals to set yourself as a growing piggy, don't be shy to add more in the comments, every feedee needs inspiration to push themselves to their limit 😉
Let's normalize 600lbs and show everyone how it's done you magnificent piggies 😘
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squarechublover · 7 months
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its so unfair that i dont have a mattress sized man to come home to at night
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thecrownestt · 3 months
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One of the most satisfying feelings is seeing a partner/ loved one eat to their content, and then to your own content. Overdone. Overfed. Laying there, stunted and broken down by the consequences of their impulsive behavior around food.
But it is tempting to keep going back to that behavior. Too tempting. Did you know there are fat people who weigh 400lbs? 500? 600? ... those classic talking scales go up to 700. 700!
And it pollutes one's thoughts.
maybe they could eat more. Find a few hours of the day when they are more alert. More capable. Coerce them in those moments. It's not that there's a desire to shut off someone's brain due to food. No. Heavens not that.
But others do it. Many others have done it. Why is it we can't be a part of that? What's an extra moment of bloated, babbling misery in a day when you already achieve it twice already? Humans are capable of it. So are you.
It's that final descent into obesity. Indecency. Solidify your identity as a fat person, where every decision, action, and restriction stems from food.
Think about what it could do. More tethered to a state of "I'm not going to get up, I'm not even going to move." Oh, so you'll get bigger? Your gut is already in the way. Your chest already sticks out in an obscene manner, making it hard to navigate. Your legs are already splayed out, fighting to achieve some whisper of space between their bulk. Your waist and hips are already wide. Too wide for seats. Too wide for grace. Too wide for anything but a shuffling walk, an embarrassing display of movement under any circumstance.
Just go for it. It's one more meal a day. One more snack. This charade is over. Turn your final waking concepts of self into distorted, slovenly fat. It's your turn to be one of the best.
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omgcatboi · 1 month
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You’re already way bigger than at the beginning of the year, you look like a morphed edit of yourself. You’ve had some wild gains but this could be your fattest year, yet
You really think so? I'll compare a side by side.
Wednesday Jan 10 vs Thursday March 28
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roses-feeder-blog · 2 years
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I want to embarrass you by making you too fat for all your clothes
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that-doomer-feeder · 6 months
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I wish I had a cute fat feedee girlfriend who I can do a bunch of different drawings of as she gains.
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deathby-lard · 24 days
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We continue with the weight gain, I hope to have your support with this that is just beginning!!
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thatguywhofedme · 2 months
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Look.....
if you're into death feedism like I am and your life goal is to fatten someone until their lard ridden body stops being able to pump their clogged heart to life and the defibrillator doesn't do the trick anymore OR you want to get fatten up by someone until you fall into a permanent food coma while the oxygen gave up on keeping your immobile body alive
Well, you know exactly what your life is going to be and I'm sure you're just as excited as I am
So.....
If you're a feeder : you will need to find the perfect piggy who has absolutely no limits whatsoever and wants to grow as fat as possible no matter what happens
You'll need to do EVERYTHING for your feedee, whether it's scrubbing their beautiful rolls as you give them a sponge bath in the bariatric bed, cooking or ordering absurd amounts of food to be 110% sure your feedee is satisfied and ready for another stuffing in a couple hour and speaking of satisfied, your most important task is to make them satisfied every second of their life, whether it's by feeding them an entire buffet or fucking no matter what, it doesn't matter where you are or with who, if your feedee wants something, it is YOUR responsibility to care of your feedees every needs, especially at the stage where they'll be immobile, unable to do anything than eating and fucking, you'll be their caretaker and they will need you 24/7, but I'm sure it won't be a problem if this is the life you truly want
If you're a feedee : you will need to eat everything in sight, it doesn't matter if you're "too full", you'll need to get that belly of yours so full you won't be able to move your morbidly obese body from the place you decided to park your fat ass on, which is why you and you're feeder need to invest on a mobility scooter, this way you'll be able to move around no matter how stuffed you say you are while your feeder keeps on feeding you, you'll also need to listen to your feeders needs, whether it's when he tells you to eat a couple more plates at the buffet when you're ready to explode or when you can clearly see how horny they are for you and need to fuck your fat body as soon as possible, you better be ready to get your rolls, belly button, fupa or any part of your body to get played with as you get fed even more and then funnel fed while they fuck you senseless and of course, be ready for when your final days of mobility arrives and your feeder ordered your your new bariatric bed with a built in scale to see how long it'll take to get you over a 1000lbs, that is, if your body can handle this much lard of course, but don't worry, you'll always have your feeder to make you feel loved and take care of your every needs like the perfect growing piggy you are
To conclude this topic, whether you're a feeder or a feedee, there's always going to be goals for you to accomplish to make your life fulfilling, enjoyable and full of love with your partner beside you no matter how far into obesity you want to be
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marshmallowss · 1 year
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Commissioned drawings for feedthefatnat on Instagram. So much thanks!🥰
Would you like a drawing too? Dm me for info!
Shared with their permission
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thecrownestt · 7 months
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"Go on, tell me what sound does a pretty girl makes!"
"Moo!"
Her 'moo' was high pitched and sharp, as if she was an eager volunteer responding to a request. Yes! I know the answer and am happy to share it!
As he twirls a fork into a balanced mix of creamy noodles, she starts smiling and wiggling to get perfectly cozy on the couch. There's a grin of his own that can't be hidden. It's so much to enjoy.
"Oh, honey, I can't believe it's slipping my mind so soon, but could you please remind Daddy what sound a pretty, hunnngry girl makes?"
She settles in even more deeply. There's a fork being brought to her expecting mouth. There's another hand brushing her hair back, where the calm touch becomes more guided and stern, holding her attention upright and forward.
Eyes flutter. Determination sinks in. A breathy sigh escapes.
"...Moooo."
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The bowl of pasta is empty. All background noise disappears and is replaced by their screaming internal thoughts.
"Moo!...moo!...moo!....ohhh...fuckkkk....mooo-oooOOOooo-oooOooOo."
He's entirely dictating the situation. A few bites of pasta became kisses on her neck. A few more became gentle caresses. The build up was slow. She got more if she ate more. It never wasn't this way. It's how he liked to treat his pretty girl.
"Muhhh, moo! MOO!"
Two fingers dragged their way, slowly, so slowly, up and down her pussy. Never dwelling in one place. Never actually giving the tempo or pressure she needed to crest this orgasm. Torture. Torment. Begging. Please. He suckled on her breast with a certain desperation and grateful zeal.
Reaching over to the plate, he got his free hand on one of the remaining breadsticks. He dipped it into Alfredo sauce and brought it to her face. She didn't care to wait for his question. She didn't care she was eating a fucked amount of food since meeting him. She needed to cum. Bad.
"MOOO!" It came out frustrated. Angry. Feed me. Now. Let me cum. All of those feelings in one brief grunted sound.
His two fingers were dragging their way towards her clit. Just. Stay. There. Do it. Please please please.
"Be a doll for me, what sound does a COW make?"
Her screams echoed across the house as he finally gave into her needs.
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The dishwasher stirs as he puts the last of the trash in the garbage. Fatigued and satisfied, he grunts in approval of the cleanup.
Over in the living room, the couch is a mess. So many crumbs. Always crumbs.
Down the hall, there's a faint sound. Bemused, he makes his way to the bedroom where it comes from.
She's asleep, but it isn't exactly graceful.
Choppy, gaspy snorts. Overly loud, deep deep breaths.
The poor thing, her rest being interrupted and inhibited by a heaving chest and lungs being squeezed out by her packed stomach.
He snuggles up next to her. Her snoring filing the room. Barely a minute goes by where she isn't grunting, choking, or simply being a loud sleeper.
Just the sounds that a pretty girl makes.
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