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Transmasc Feedee/feeder 18+ Soft feederism, mutual gaining, BDSM, queer stuff. MDNI
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Ugh I want to domestically thicken someone up. they come home from a long day at work but oh I put the crock pot on before I left and it's full of a pot roast and they over eat because it's that tasty and it continues and they get a little pooch they try to lose but my cooking wins 🤔
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It is such a shame I don't have a little (massive) fat pet to sit next to me on the floor, or use as my foot rest. Making him eat while I work 😈😈 and I tell him to keep his moans quiet as he gets overfilled from fattening shakes, cakes, burgers, and fried chicken whatever else my stressed out mind decides to order for him. The longer my work hours are, the longer he eats. The more he struggles. Being my perfect pet.
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Pulling someone by their love handles to kiss them, beautiful, romantic.
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silly feedism thought: you start giving me a cup of warm cream before bed every night bc you heard it helps with insomnia and it works but also none of my pjs fit right anymore
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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.
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A scenario:
A feeder who decides that you are terribly ill, frail and underweight, and starts taking care of you with all the fuss and worry and care that goes with that. Lamenting about how terribly thin and small you've let yourself become, obviously someone else has to make sure that you're eating enough since you clearly can't be trusted to take care of yourself. You poor thing. You'll need to put on at least 100 pounds of essential fat ASAP just to be well!
And also you need to be more careful with over-exerting yourself. Any kind of exercise might be dangerous when your health is so fragile. If you're getting out of breath, you're pushing yourself too hard and need to stop and rest. Enough food and rest will surely make you better. Getting winded from walking is clearly a sign that you shouldn't be doing that, you're still far too weak from being ill. You should sit down and rest, and have a good hearty meal to get your strength back. Actually it doesn't seem like sitting up so much is good for you, you need to be put to bed rest.
Being getly fussed to bed and offered some hearty, buttery food so you can get your strength back. Looking down at the way your doughy belly keeps getting bigger and heavier, knowing that your unused, atrophied muscles keep getting weaker the longer you lay there. Knowing that next time you're allowed to get out of bed, you might not have the strength to do it.
HATE | No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | F*CK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
this sounds like it would be fucking amazing! and it seems like a crime that this isn’t already happening to me now.
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I like humiliation, but something about praise & encouragement makes me go 🥰
"Mommy wants you to get heavy, okay puppy? Can you do that for me?"
"Just one more plate, alright baby?"
"You're doing so good, pup, gaining so much weight for me. Good boy / Good girl."
"You're so pretty like this, all stuffed & panting. I'm so proud of you."
Or, using sweet words to humiliate me.
"Look at you, dear, so round. Letting yourself go just to hear me praise you. No ounce of self-control left."
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Has anybody ever talked about how romantic it is to see your partner grow after many, many dinner dates?
Like, it just shows you’ve taken your partner out so many times that all your love attached to them. Fat love. THEIR FAT.
It’s cute, to watch your partner blow up after a couple of months of dates and food
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Feedist kinktober #5: Witch's brew
You lean back into the pillows as she puts the heavy flask to your lips.
"Don't worry, you just stop drinking when you're happy with your weight."
she reassures you with a sly smile.
"Pretty simple, right?"
You fail to be completely reassured, but it's too late now.
She tilts the bottle ever so slightly.
You twinge a bit when it suddenly hits your mouth, heavy and thick but perfectly smooth. You let it pool in your mouth while you work up the courage to swallow, and once you do the full experience begins to hit you.
Intense flavours unfold in the back of your throat and work their way forward; creamy, honey-sweet, nutty, flowery is what you think as you try to describe it. An unusual warm tingling sensation spreads through your mouth and throat. Intoxicating.
The next gulp is instinctual and you shiver as the flavours seem to intensify and get more complicated: hints of tea, chocolate, pine, nougat... folding in on themselves and tingling your senses. The thick, velvety substance fills your mouth and plays with your tongue. You pick up the rythm and swallow another large mouthful.
"It's good isn't it?"
Good is a laughable understatement.
You drink the liquid down with a fervor bordering on desperation. It's thick in your throat, and tingles all the way down, landing heavily in your stomach like concrete. You feel the skin of your belly brush against the fabric of your clothes and you notice how full you are. Unable to look down you feel it with your hands; round and taut, somehow already fuller than you've ever been.
"Very good" she coos.
You drink deeply and sheepishly.
The weight in your belly feels good.
The flavours seems to grow and climb, up your spine, clouding your mind, tethering on the edge of overstimulation.
"You're taking it very well."
She tilts the flask further.
An uneasiness washes over you.
You have no idea how much is too much and the heaviness in your stomach is beginning to turn unpleasant. Suddenly the sweetness is sickening and overwhelming.
You slow down as you start to feel queasy, holding your protesting abdomen for comfort. It's so much and it's so heavy and you feel like you're going to be sick.
"Don't worry, you can take a bit more."
Your stomach growls and trembles under your fingers, you briefly feel like you're going to be unwell; then with a sudden loud gurgle your mind goes briefly blank as a feeling of deep relief washes over you.
"Theeere it is..."
It's as if somebody removed a plug from your stomach and a pleasant warm feeling begins to spread throughout your whole body.
Instantly, once again the sickly sweet becomes good, the heaviness becomes comforting, and drinking becomes irresistable.
"Good, good..." She coos.
"You're doing wonderfully."
Each gulp sends a shockwave of pleasure throughout your entire body. You can't help but let your hands wander.
Your clothes are beginning to feel uncomfortable. At first you think it's the heat, but then you start to realize how tight they are.
You place your hands on your hips.
You can feel the flesh pulse with every mouthful, noticeably bulging, swelling under your fingers.
Your eyes roll back as the sensations flood your mind.
The witch laughs.
"Does it feel good?"
It does.
Tight fabric digging into warm, growing meat. You eagerly trace the roundness if your now luxurious curves, you bob the plump flesh of your developing gut, and you marvel at the unexpected heft of your body as you shift it around to get more comfortable.
"My my, don't you just look delicious!"
You keep on drinking.
You are definitely beyond the body you set out to attain but you never want this feeling to stop.
You hazily note the seams of your once loose clothes coming apart. The painful constriction of the fabric giving way to relief as buttons begin to pop and your body spills out victoriously.
"So eager and greedy!"
The witch climbs over you, resting her body on your pillowy gut to better hold the flask.
"Careful now, I don't think they make clothes upwards of this size." She teases, prodding you with her leg.
As if you could ever stop.
You wonder how much could possibly be in that bottle, it feels like an impossible amount. Could it be infinite? Could you be stuck like this forever?
You feel her pointy elbows digging into your swelling flesh, so sensitive now.
"Such a good fat plum pudding."
You feel yourself spilling out amongst the pillows, your entire body a playground for new sensations.
Wave after wave of delicious fat washes over you, each one bringing a new level of ecstacy building onto the last, swelling into a gluttonous crescendo of physical pleasures.
Suddenly your mouth is empty.
"Wow! I can't believe you finished the whole bottle." The witch says with feigned surprise.
You lick the rim to catch the last droplets.
The witch bites her lower lip and traces circles along your belly.
"Very nice..."
She grabs and squeezes your lovehandles.
"Are you satisfied?" She smirks.
You manage a modest burp before desperately blurting out the only coherent word your dopamine riddled brain can deign to conjure up at the moment:
"More?"
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! Brief mentions of past ED, body image issues, depression!
You were always really skinny. Years of self hatred and depression so bad you couldn't even make yourself a meal left you dangerously underweight.
After finally getting on hormones though, that has changed. You were no longer paralyzed by your mental state, you got a will to live back, and you even started liking your body more. Time once spent rotting in bed was now replaced by hanging out with friends.
Of course, when you're having a good time with friends, it's only natural to order a pizza or two and maybe some fries. A popcorn or chips on movie nights, ice cream and sweet drinks on hot summer days, hot chocolate, gingerbread and other Christmas treats during the holidays....
Slowly your body started to transform. First you just played it off as hormones doing their own thing, you've been told that fat will redistribute mainly to your belly, it's no wonder why it's not as flat as it used to be. After all, you're still stick thin, right?
Weeks turn into months and slowly you change more and more. Your voice deepens, beard starts to grow, your body hair thickens... But that body hair isn't the only thing that's getting thicker.
You don't notice it, of course, you're far too deep in denial for that, but your once bony legs slowly start to resemble more of a tree trunk than anything. Your once pronounced ribcage gradually gets covered with a small layer of softness. Your tummy starts pushing over the hem of your underwear a little bit.
One day though, you find an old pair of pants that you used to wear all the time while in the closet. A simple pair of ripped black jeans from the men's section that you convinced your parents to buy. They were slightly oversized and still had chains hooked to them from your emo phase.
It's been so long since you wore them, and you always loved them, so why not wear them again, for old times sake?
You start putting them on, but something is not right.
They're not oversized anymore.
In fact, you're having trouble even getting them over your ass.
You struggle to button them, the softness of your belly getting in the way. You suck in as much as you can and they finally button. You breathe out, relieved that it's finally over, and look in the mirror.
To your surprise, you see a completely different person than you expected. Your mind works overtime as it tries to explain how can this be you, after all, you know what you always looked like in those jeans. It's the first time you REALLY take a good look at yourself in over a year and that's when it finally hits you.
The hem of the pants that were once loose on you is now covered by your muffin top. Your thighs no longer have a gap between them, in fact, they're rubbing together, and spill out of the ripped parts like a dough. You turn around and see your ass. It's so much bigger than you expected, barely contained by the fabric. You lift up your arms and can't believe your eyes when you see them jiggle a bit. And the final cherry on top - you look at your face and for the first time see the small developing double chin underneath your beard.
Taking it all in, your hands start to wonder. You squeeze and grab all the pudgy parts of your body that you were previously unaware of. Your wide hips, thick thighs, soft chest, jiggling arms, and most importantly, your belly.
It's all too much. Your head starts to spin and you feel light headed. You sit down on your bed to prevent falling, but when you do, you feel the pants dig even more into your tummy. You fall forward in slight pain, but when you do, the pain and tightness suddenly disappears. Looking at the ground, you quickly figure out why. A button falls at your feet and you feel your belly ever so slightly resting in your lap
Maybe it's time to update your wardrobe, don't you think?
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Oh to be a butch and come home to my femme feeder housewife doting on me. Having the pillows arranged behind my back and being served heavy, homecooked meals, accompanied with rich desserts. I was such a twig when we first met, now my shirts feel tighter and tighter and I’m sporting the beginning of a double chin. My colleagues at the office tease me, saying that it looks like I have a happy marriage. ”yeah she does take good care of me” I say and pat my rounded belly with a content smile.
She stays as slim and elegant as ever. Only I am growing, getting rounder and rounder from her cooking. I can’t turn down the food she puts in front of me, and she serves me such big helpings.
”If you keep eating like this babe, youre gonna get fat” she teases, as I shovel her home made apple pie with whipped cream into my mouth. I just grunt in response. She giggles and pinches my side playfully.
”Well its hardly my fault you’re spoiling me like this… I’m starting to look as if we’ve been married for decades, and not just a year” I sigh, the buttons of my shirt stretching.
”Mhm… Well you do need someone to spoil you and make sure you eat darling… And I want people to see how well I’m taking care of my husband… I want them to see that I keep you round and wellfed and happy”
You lean down for a kiss, and grab the belly roll that has recently formed just under my boobs.
#dom feeder#feedee belly#feederism kink#soft feedism#queer feedee#feederism writing#trans feedee#feedee perspective#gaining weight#gaining weight on purpose#femme4butch#femme lesbian
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So hot and wholesome 👉👈
i am on testosterone now so my body is different looking than last summer and i also lost a lot of weight due to eating disorder stuff over the fall, winter and spring. i been eating again and trying to get my belly back. however i have been thinking about how big i was last summer and how different i felt.
my thighs were the widest and roundest i'd ever experienced. my belly didn't stop growing the whole summer essentially lmao. it got rllly round and bloated by the end. i started out at around 190, which at 5 ft 10 is around 15 pounds overweight. my thighs were big but my waist was relatively thin. i started working at a comfort food cafe/diner in which i could have free meals every day. all the food there was fried & there was cookies galore, sweet tea, cinnamon rolls, cornbread and milkshakes. i started out just eating the healthy options like the mashed potatoes and kale but couldn't help but to start adding on things like the mac and cheese, the big sweet cornbread chunks, the cookies etc. i started drinking a couple big cups of sweet tea a day too. not to mention, i usually got a mocha or latte before work with a muffin or breakfast sandwhich or bagel, some sorta fast breakfast thing. then i'd sip on sweet tea all day and head home with a cinnamon roll every couple of days lmao. this definitely started to soften me back up towards 200 pounds.
i also started to drink a lot last summer and the alcohol i was constantly slamming wreaked havoc on my weight gain. i didn't realize how big the combo of the alcohol, comfort food and late night doordash orders were making me until my work pants genuinely started to squeeze the fuck out of my waist line. i remember walking around outside feeling like my thighs were getting in the way of me walking because of how i had to waddle to get around how big they'd blown up to width wise. my belly folded into a lot more tiny rolls and thick heavy ones closer to the bottom. my ass fucking blew up. i kept accidentally shoving my ass into people from behind at work because i wasn't used to taking up so much space in the back of me lmao. i also kept hitting corners with my hips because of the same issue.
around august, i started to notice my tits were really swollen and my belly was really bloated and weighed myself to see i'd reached around 208 pounds. 18 pounds more than in june. i remember grabbing one of the little rolls that had formed recently right between my tits and my upper belly and jiggling my tits with it in shock
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What if I injured my knee at the gym, and you started to fuss over me and I got a little chubby as a result of your care and the lack of excercise. Just sayin’
#feedee belly#dom feeder#feederism kink#feederism writing#soft feedism#gaining weight#trans feedee#queer feedee#feedee perspective#gaining weight on purpose
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You lie in our bed and watch me struggle to button my pants.
”Damn” I mutter under my breath, trying to force the button into the loop.
”Whats wrong babe” you say innocently.
”They just wont close” I say exasperated.
You quietly enjoy the show for a while beforing rising to your feet.
”Here, let me help you darling…”
”Absolutely not” I push you away.
”Dont be silly love. You obviously need a little help with those”
I sigh.
”Okay. Fine”
You come up behind me. Your hands linger for a while on my protrouding belly.
”Poor baby” you whisper in my ear, your lips touching my earlobe. ”Did you gain s little weight?” I grunt in response. ”Mhm… Okay love… I need you to suck it in. Can you do that for me babe? Okay…here we go…”
”Godness me” I huff, looking at my swollen reflection in the mirror as you try to do my pants. ”well i think my love for your cooking is starting to show”
After a few attempts, the button gets in the loop. You squeeze my muffin top that is spilling over the waistband.
”There you go. Can you sit down im them?”
I carefully sit down on the edge of the bed, the button creaking.
”Its digging in a bit but its-”
With a snap the button pops off and lands on the floor. My belly oozes out.
”Oh shoot. I-I think I could stand to loose a couple of pounds”
You sit down beside me, one arm over my shoulder, the other one rubbing my belly in comforting circles.
”Dont be so hard on yourself babe. You let go a bit recently, but you can get back into shape in no time. Hey how about some breakfast? I… could make your favourite. The golden pancakes with jam and whipping cream”
I hold back a moan at your suggestion.
”Mm that would be…lovely”
You give my belly a little squeeze.
”Okay love. Just stay here in bed and I’ll soon be back, okay?”
#dom feeder#soft feedism#queer feedee#feedee belly#feederism kink#trans feedee#feedee perspective#feederism writing#gaining weight#gaining weight on purpose
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another "innocent" housewife feeder concept: the idea of my partner finally protesting that i'm feeding them too much rich food (even though they're blushing and smiling when they say it so i have a suspicion they're not protesting TOO much) and they accuse me of making them fat, i'm like what are you talking about, it's all homemade so it's healthy for you!! i only make things from scratch, using whole unprocessed ingredients 🥺🥺😇🥰 *cut to me putting like a whole stick of butter into basically everything i make*
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self belly rubbing makes me melt like ohhh sweet boy do you like how warm and soft you are? does your chub give you comfort? does your full belly make you feel safe?
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