(Post Purge) Reblog this post if you’re in the feedism community.

Trying to figure out just how many people are still around. If you’re a feedee, feeder, gainer, etc… reblog this post.

stuffing feels so good

OMG, how perfect is this.

Throwing my version of the creator gap moe from twitter here for my fellow FFAs 😌

This is nifty as shit. Amazingly sound.

anonymously send me an emoji! feeder/feedee/FA edition

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mykinksideblog:

😍 I think you’re cute. 💋 I want to kiss you. 💕 I want to cuddle with you. ✋ I want to spank you! 🍩 I want to feed you. 🍰 I want you to feed me. 👅 I want to eat food off your body. 😈 I want to fuck you! 🐷 Let’s have some piggy play! ☎️ Let’s talk dirty. 🐽 I want you to tease/humiliate me. ⬆️ I want to dominate you. ⬇️ I want you to dominate me. 🔴 I want to stuff you silly. 🔵 I want to blow you up like a blueberry! 👕 I want to grow you out of your clothes. 👐 Belly rubs!

Feel free to reblog and add more!

An anon has submitted some wonderful additions! Credit and kudos to you, anon! Here they are – have fun, everyone!:

☉ I crave your belly. ɷ I crave your ass. 💣 I wanna feed you till you burst. ⏰ I wanna spend the night with you. ◯ You need a fatter gut. Ѡ You need a fatter booty. 👂 I wanna hear your naughty secrets/fattening fantasies. 🐳 I wanna make you immobile. 👉 *pokes/pinches your gut* 👈 *pokes/pinches your ass* 🍭 I wanna spoil/pamper you. 🍫 I want you to spoil/pamper me. 🍔 I wanna turn you into a slob. 🍕 I want you to turn me into a slob. 🔃 I want to mutually gain with you. ∞ NO Fattening Limits!

Oh i would eat it.

You sure polished off your Thanksgiving dinner tonight, showing your family your true Gluttony by going back for thirds then asking for some pie. They wonder how have you let yourself go so far and yet bring home a hottie for the holidays? Little do they know it’s been me packing that gut tight every night before I ride it.

Mom sent us home with another pie, I convinced you to go for it, give in to your insatiable hunger and desire to please me. You eagerly dove in but didn’t expect to hit your limit so quick again. Now there’s one last slice and you’re a hot n heavy mess. A bead of sweat rolls down your plump cheek as you moan in protest and grab your huge bloated belly. I grab it by the belly button, jiggle it a bit and give it a hard smack, it’s as hard as a rock.

“Eat it” I now demand grabbing the fork from you. “Do it and there will be a reward my pig”

💓REBLOG IF YOU WOULD EAT THE LAST SLICE AND TO SEE MORE 💓

Please let me meet the one lord🙏, please. Let me meet her.

Who’s down? 😏 


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Fatty Struggle: Weight Gain Wall

So im nervous because i feel like i cant get past the 380's. It's like ill make it to max 386 and then it drops off or stalls. Idk I just know it depresses me. The good thing about this go around is that even with the wall I am hitting I'm fluctuating within the 380 weight spectrum. So advice & encouragement even a bit of teasing anything that will help me get me to 390 and towards my goal

So slob moment here: 8 whoppers, 5 honey buns half eaten chocolate chip cookie, cook out tray , 3 hotdogs, liter of pepsi and a bottle of water.

More food please

Just a stuffed belly

Oh I want to do it too. Here u go

The blank is "cooking for" ☺️

and here's the clean copy

My take on this chart, and the original for your marking pleasure. Enjoy!

I love slovenly women its something about how they just let go. To see them be so happy as there bodily smells rise, and there lack of caring when it comes to burping and farting. Gives me a joy that isn't comparable to anything I've experienced. The "slob", to me, portray the traits of a feedee or SSBBW princess . To me l get to totally baby that person and give them the attention they need and deserve. But that's just me

Be honest ... REBLOG if you love slobby girls ♥️

The fatter I get, the more Slobby I get. Especially since lockdown began. I haven't left my house in days, I haven't washed in days. I can't stop eating and I'm just a big lazy blob on my sofa right now. My personal hygiene is BAD. I can't stop burping, I'm just a big sweaty mess. If you love ssbbw slobs, you'll be so turned on tonight - Jodie Elizabeth

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Im a like Porker and Highbloodon my own and for the right one a Sub-Feedee

What kind of feedee are you?

Epicurean

You didn’t supposed to get fat but here you are gaining pound or two every month. You don’t care about feederism patterns and don’t go crazy about this kink. You just like to eat as much as you want, you enjoy food and don’t mind some pudge around your waist and some compliments as long as you get pleasure from it.

Foodie

You just love food! All kinds of cakes, fast food, neat cuisine, all of it! You just can’t get away from it and stuff yourself like crazy. Gaining is not the main purpose but how can you eat so much and don’t have a nice round belly? This type is quite close to Epicurean but with serious addiction to food.

High blood

You just want to be adored, indulged and praised. Like a prince or a princess. You don’t want to give anything, you only want to get. Your ideal state is lying in the bed and being fed with only best meals. You are dominant and want everyone to serve to your wishes. All work and routine you leave for servants. You want to be fat, lazy, well fed and spoiled.

Porker

You don’t want to get fatter. You NEED to get fatter. That’s always in your mind. You don’t care how as long as pounds are packing. You may go really hard, stuffing yourself like crazy, drinking weight gain shakes and gain really fast. You can use feeder’s help but you will still gain if you don’t have one. You almost don’t care about the consequences and you don’t know if you can stop.

Sub-feedee

You want to get fat but most of all you want SOMEONE to make you fat. If you have such person you are ready to give in. Force feeding, teasing, body size difference, funnel feeding… You are all about it! You like being told what to eat, when to eat and how much. You want to be pushed to your limits everyday and get fatter and fatter because of their will.

Put your type in tags or comments!

"I just, cant stop eating." He said to himself as he continues to destroy the marbel cake in front of him. His shallow breathes do nothing to deter him as he grabs the half gallon of milk near him. Crumbs on his chest and frosting on his fingers a shallow burp escapes his maw. With that he crams the next piece as the smell of the warming oven comes to his nostrils. To clear his mouth for the next bite he drinks on his milk thinking of the six double burgers with fries and whole rotisserie chicken he ate to start as only gluttonous hunger could have propelled him to do. Unable to feel the pain for the pleasure it gives his distended belly rests over his quivering flesh. His mind only on the thoughts of the next bite he looks down to see that the single layer cake is gone. But he cant wait for his body to find out and chugs the last of the half gallon. As the thougts of "More, more... I need more food!" Start to plage his mind. He does his best to fight back as he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "Ok. Its ok, your fine." He says to himself. "We just need to stay calm give ourselves a min. Because this is crazy." He reaches down not able to look for himself. He feels the tightness of what he's done as the sounds of his poor stomach fill his ears with its pathetic cries. "Is there something wrong with me? How can i eat so much and not be full.. Its impossible. Isn't it?" He hangs his head and closes his eyes as he continues to try to convince himself of something he desperately wants to believe. But a beeping comes from the oven that breaks these thoughts and smells of and xtra lrg pizza with bacon and two cheeses blanket him. He doesn't remember how he got it to the table from the oven or how he could even move from having eaten so much already. All he knows is that he has pizza, for now. As his need to eat takes over once again he says to him self. "Mmm, I just cant stop. I cant stop eating."

Goals in meme form

Make me your fat fucktoy

I know I can be difficult and whine when you force so much food into me. My belly hurts after 10,000 calories. You're ruthless and hardly give me breaks. My tummy staying big 90% of the day. Every day. I've tripled in size the last few months. I'm so big I'm out of breath just by walking a few feet. You follow me and stuff donuts and cakes into my mouth even when I'm walking. You stop me just to push me against the wall and feed me more. Your hands rubbing my bulging belly, tickling and jiggling it as I moan from being so full. You tease me when I waddle around the house. Yes I'm aware I might get too fat to fit through the door...

I'm getting so out of shape that I need at least 15 minutes just to get myself out of bed. Rolling myself over takes quite a bit of effort now. Shifting my heavy fat encased legs is a workout in itself. I feel myself getting weaker because of you. Always telling me to eat more every day. I've destroyed myself and can't stop. A gluttonous pig I have become. You used to hold me down just to feed me, now I'm growing too big to even resist. Just feeding myself fatter until I have no choice.

You've gotten more aggressive now that the scale reads 600 lbs. You seem to be driven to forcefeed me to immobility and its working... I can hardly get out of bed without your help, which...you don't always assist me, just push me back into bed and stuff pizza down my throat. You love teasing me. Spreading my blubber riddled legs apart and rubbing me. You know how to get me going by stuffing a tube down my throat and stroking me until I'm nearly cumming. Then you stop. I know I'm not allowed to cum until I gain at least a pound in a day. You're so wicked sometimes.

That just makes me want more. 600...850...900 pounds later I'm still filling myself for you. My arms weighed down with big bags of fat resting against my sloppy overlapping rolls on my sides. My globular moobs drooping down my huge belly. I know I'm hardly recognizable I'm so obese. A literal ball of fat unable to stand anymore. My cock buried under a massive mound of lard that also resembles a roll of fat under my burgeoning gut. You've pushed me so far and so much that I can't stop consuming. You used to use a funnel to fill me but upgraded to a tube and vat. Sickening to think of.

I can feel my health declining. I wheeze when you roll me over onto my belly to fuck me. I don't resist at all. I can't. I'm so goddamn fat and unhealthy I would grow out of breath just by wiggling so I lay there as you push yourself into me, spreading my colossal ass cheeks apart. Even when you fuck me I'm eating. Always eating. Mindless and dull I suck down thousands of calories while you pleasure yourself. I can feel my whole body wobble with every thrust. My heart and head pounds from being so massive. You struggle to find my cock as its already wet from pre cum.

After you're finished with me you always roll me over and stroke me while wobbling my huge gut. You remind me of how big and useless I've grown. Now I'm just your fat fucktoy. God I love it. I must be over 1,300 lbs now. My whole body shakes when you jerk me off and I sweat profusely. I can't help it anymore. You tease me and rub my big tits, slapping them while degrading me. My heart pounds and the fat on my chest is slowly suffocating me. Choking me. You force me to lay on my back and my head pounds from the pressure. I wheeze and gasp with every stroke. You kiss my swollen gut and roll it around. It hurts from getting so taut but you just keep feeding and stroking me. I sputter with my mouth filling and my throat working down the slop. "Keep eating pig, eat until you're about to burst. I want you bigger...heavier...completely bedbound." I'm throbbing now. Soaked in sweat. "Work for it pig." You squeeze my swollen thighs. I'm so close.

My stomach hurts now. I can hear the churning deep within. I've eaten way more than I ever have. Its hard to breathe. My chest is pounding and my legs are shaking. My throat is sore from swallowing. I'm huge. I can't see past my full belly. My tits bouncing with every stroke flopping and jiggling. I'm growing dizzy from being worked up and struggling to breathe. Yet you keep forcing more into me. "Thats it...fill yourself. This is your best stuffing session yet. Stretch your stomach for more." You tap my belly and its taut as a drum. I'm ready to blow. My face hot and I grip the sheets. Gurgling noises are now audible from my gut. I'm almost scared that I truly might burst. I whine and wiggle for you to stop. "Just a little more..." Your hand slows and you tease my sack. I know its growing increasingly difficult to reach down there. I grunt and groan from the pain building up deep inside me. I huff and wheeze from behind the tube and involuntarily grind against your strokes. "You're getting big piggy. Almost there."

I attempt to stretch my legs out for you but they're so heavy that I can't. "Stop wiggling pig, just swallow. Eat for me. Grow for me. You're so obese you can't stop. Soon the only thing you'll be able to do is eat yourself to an early grave." And there it is. I finally cum. Hard. The tube empty as well and my stomach is hard from every inch of me being filled. I'm in so much pain from being stuffed to the brim I don't want to move. You leave me groaning and burping, softly rubbing my overstretched gut. "Good hog, I'm proud of you. I'll clean you up."

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