#dark feederism

[tubbybunnysblog]

Needy vibes

My baby is busy writing a paper and I’m feral! I’m imagining just gathering up so many snacks sitting on their arms and shoving my gut into their face to distract them. I want them to feel me gorge myself. I’d stay plopped on them as they try to push me off the get back to work. I’m so needy for them I might even make this a reality and a story cause I’m craving them

#feedee belly #feedee feeder #feedee encouragement #feeding kink #feedist #feed me #fat piggy #fatty #dark feederism #fat rolls #wet and needy #needy princess

[katamariari]

Giving into gaining is so much fun just letting go of the pain and hunger and becoming the better hotter fatter version of yourself is the best especially for the person you truly gets you

#gaining weight on purpose #trans feedee #queer feedee #gained weight #gaining weight #dark feederism #death feederism #death feedism #death feedee #glorify obesity

[hopelessfataddict]

The idea of being absolutely RUINED by a dominant feeder>>>>>

#healthplay #death feederism #death feedist #dark feederism #slob kink #fat slob #death feedee #glorify obesity #slob #death feedism

[contlis12]

Male Feedee and Genderless Feeder dark feederism short story

Cole groggily came to feelings his feeder lifting his legs with the straps they had installed in the bedroom after Cole had passed the 550 pound mark and changing and cleaning was becoming more of an issue. Pushing the massive parachute sized white underwear half way up his thighs ready to squeeze them past his sagging hips when they finally got him standing. As his feeder was slipping on his bariatric soft socks over his plump feet Cole asked almost nervously “why are you dressing me already? I haven’t even had my first feeding yet” his feeder just chuckled sweetly. “Oh we are going to do your breakfast out on the couch today, you are going to need the energy you’ll be busy today” they said rubbing lotion into the crevasses of Coles fat struggling to keep him from getting any bed rash or chub rub spending so long in bed and being so unhealthy and massively fat. Coles walk or more accurately waddle to the living room couch was eventful to say the least at one point Cole had broken down in tears begging to go to back to bed and that he couldn’t make it to the couch and had to be taken in his bariatric wheel chair the rest of the way to the couch. “There piggy I know this was hard and you are really cranky from being hungry so I’m going to make sure your belly is aching after this feast and you feel all better baby” and they weren’t exaggerating. Giant bowls heaped to the top with gravy and biscuits, greasy hashbrowns swimming in ketchup, even glazed doughnuts with slices of American cheese melted on the top of them. Coles feeder loved listening to him retch in pain so full his stomach is screaming to expel the food to make room and then greedily scarfing down the next bite making guttural gulping and snorts as he loses control plunging his mouth into the greasy low quality slop he’s been conditioned to love. After what seemed like hours Coles feeder had considered it satisfactory and let the pig stop eating and left in a messy ketchup and gravy covered mess. Grinning they came over and softly rubbed the sagging slab of fat that Coles gut had grown into a huge stretch mark covered waterfall of fat going nearly to his knees. “That’s such a good job piggy, I’m glad you ate plenty so you have the energy to entertain your friends tonight”. 

Coles already thudding heart started racing even faster as his food fogged brain started to realize what his feeder had just said. “Whu-what do you mean?” Cole stammered looking down at his feeder now with their head resting on his stomach looking  sweetly up at him. “Oh I invited your friends out to finally visit with you again, they all missed you so much so I kept up with them for you and set up a surprise visit honey” Coles mouth dropped open as he seen the glint in his feeders eyes as they drank in the absolute shock on his face. “I’m tired of you not giving me my due recognition Cole, you lay in my house pigging out all day eating up my money and you’ve never once told anybody how proud you were to be my piggy and grow for me. You try and hide that body I’ve grown and I’m due some respect and you to be a little more grateful” Cole began to let the words tumble out of his still open mouth “I-I-uh” his feeder puts a finger up to his lips. “Don’t speak because I don’t care, you need to learn how to give in this relationship and you are going to start by letting all your friends see what I’ve grown you into and how happy you are that I was kind enough to pick you for all this affection and time”. Cole hoped this was another role play scenario his feeder, there’s no way that this could be real. “They are going to be here in about 15 minutes or less. They texted me they were close to town towards the end of your breakfast. I was hoping to have you better dressed but there’s no way we could even get you into the bathroom that fast much less cleaned up and I need to welcome everyone in since you can’t open the door or really do anything but sit there and eat ofcourse” Coles eyes widened as he looked down and seen his massive exposed food stained body. His underwear were almost completely swallowed by his cascading waterfall of fat his body had turned into, if you didn’t look close you’d assume him nude. “Please you can’t do this to me! I can’t face people I used to know in this state!” Cole wailed eyes streaming tears that mixed with the ketchup staining his bloated fat puffy cheeks. “Oh I can’t? Okay Cole go walk to the bedroom and get yourself dressed” his feeder said coldly armed crossed smiling. “I can’t! You know I can’t!” His feeder walked over looming over him sitting on the couch “exactly so stop telling me what we are going to do piggy! You are going to learn your place, you are out of control princess!” They said grinning ear to ear at this point. “Now beg me, ask me like a pathetic hog since you’ve ate your manners away with your self control”. “Please I’m sorry can I get cleaned up and clothes” he said angry and totally mentally drained at this point knowing this wasn’t going to stop. “No” his feeder immediately replied “you are going to learn to respect me piggy, but I’ll let you have a shirt”.

Coles three closets friends all pilled out of the van they’d rode in from the airport in. “I can’t believe Coles partner paid for all our tickets here and everything! I mean seriously that guy is lucky to have a partner with those kind of expenses.” Mike said to Kayla “Yeah nice house too, must have been an old couples or something before. There aren’t even steps just a wheel chair ramp”. “I’m just glad to see the guy again, it’s been over two years since he moved out here with them and he barely kept touch. Honestly kind of annoying” Danny said following them up the ramp. “Oh stop Danny, you know how life can be. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it, at least the old gang is back for a few days!” Kayla said as she rung the door bell on the large oversized double door that seemed way too big for a suburban single level home. Coles feeder answered the door “Hey guys! Hope the flight wasn’t too bad” as they helped them bring everyones bags in. “No not at all, so where’s Cole? I can’t wait to see him!” Kayla said looking at the kitchen that’s as near the entrance to the home. Where those funnels on the wall? Surprising that they are still doing beer bongs at this point but who is Kayla to judge, they all used to party with Cole alot. Coles feeder smiles “oh he’s in the living room watching tv” as she points to the next room. Kayla is the first to walk into the living room and Danny walls face first into her back as she completely stops in her tracks “what the hell Kayla?” He starts to say as he hears Kayla say “Cole? Cole?” And I raspy breathy voice responds “yea hi Kayla” Danny peers around her shoulders to see Cole and nearly drops his jaw on the floor as he accidentally lets a “oh my god” without even realizing he had said it out loud. Looking at what he is told is his old friend he can’t believe it. He wasn’t even sure if the thing melting into that couch was male. Coles huge stretch mark stomach hung obscenely out of the too small shirt his feeder had pulled over his torso that barley even covered his belly button. “Yeah I kind of gained a lot of weight” Cole said staring down at the floor to embarrassed to even meet his friends eyes “uhh yeah you’ve gained some weight” Mike said finally after standing silently behind the other two “are you doing okay buddy?” He said walking towards the pile of fat that spilled off the sagging couch. “Yeah I just have a- I have an eating disorder I think” he said nervously. His feeder stepped into the room behind them “Cole has had some issues in the past we are trying to work on and even spoke about this morning but let’s not worry about that now. You guys are old friends! Sit down please you guys need to catch up!” Coles feeder said putting a hand on Mikes shoulder “he always talked about you guys so much”. The three friends looked at each other concerned before Mike spoke up “ofcourse no need to dwell on this negative stuff I’m just happy we are all together. It’s always good to see old friends”.

The evening had gone well until the pizza Coles feeder had ordered had arrived. His feeder had came in the room with a tv tray and a few boxes of pizza as they started laying slice after slice of pizza in a large dinner bowl. “I got you the extreme pepperoni lovers with extra extra cheese you like honey, I know you are starving. Let me get your ranch” coming in the room with a huge bottle of ranch Coles friends stare in amazement as Coles feeder starts squirting messy cup fulls of ranch all over the pizza that was messily thrown into the bowl

“Now eat fast because you have a lot more to finish babe” they say as they give Coles belly a hard open palmed smack after filling the bowl to the max. “Do you really think he should be eating that?” Mike says as Coles feeder starts walking back to the kitchen. “Excuse me?” Coles feeder says still holding the massive bottle of ranch. “I said do you think he should eat all of that?” Mike said pointing at Cole. “I mean seriously what was that? Look at that pile of cheese and ranch! You are killing him!” Mike says raising his voice.  Kayla puts a hand on his arm “Mike” as he pulls away. “No Kayla it isn’t right! They are killing him and enabling him with this weird fucking fetish! Look at him!”. Danny stands up beside Mike “He’s right Kayla, it’s obvious this is some weird feeder kink thing and they are enabling Cole. This is just as bad as somebody handing an alcoholic beer Kayla.” Coles feeder puts their hands on their hips and surveys them all. “Do you think he doesn’t want this? Coles happier than he has ever been being my feedee” they walk over squirting an even more obscene amounts of ranch on his pizza as they grin at Coles friends “Do you want more piggy?” Coles feeder coos pinching Coles double chin “or maybe your friends are right maybe we should put you on a diet” Cole weakly clutches at his feeders shirt “please feed me I’m so hungry piggy wants more” Coles feeder picks up a messy handful of the ranch covered pizza and holds it up to his nose. In a moment Cole is digging his face into the messy pizza slop making obscene oinking and gasps “feed me please I’m a good piggy grow my belly!” Feeling his feeders fingers push the pizza over his tongue.

Mike huffs in disgust “fine, I’m not being a part of this weird fetish bullshit. Have fun eating yourself to death Cole. I really hope you get some help but I think you are too far gone” as he walks into the entryway grabbing his bag and walking to the street “I’m calling an Uber”. Danny stands without saying anything besides “Bye Cole” and following Mike out to the porch. Kayla walks over absolutely disgusted about what is happening before her “Cole please, we can get you help. You aren’t going to live like this. You aren’t happy, you can’t be” Coles feeder pulls the slop away from his face “what do you think honey ready to leave me and get help?”. Coles eyes roll as he looks at Kayla’s distraught and disgusted face “Piggy needs feeding tube, so hungry” is all Cole moans in response. Coles feeder grins at Kayla “want to help”. Kayla looks at Cole one last time “Fuck you” she says to Coles feeder before looking down at Cole “bye Cole, good luck” before walking out of the front double door to join her friends waiting for their Uber as she wonders if Cole will even be able to fit out of them by the next year.

#dark feederism #death feedee #death feederism #death feedist #extreme feederism #immobile feedee #ssbhm belly #death feeder #immobile fat #extreme feedist #feedee feeder

[piggyinthemiddle]

🐖 Update 🐖

I've received a few asks again, requesting a weight & belly update. I wish I had bigger milestones to report, but due to catching covid twice (!!!, rude!) in a row, my body hasn't been fattening up at the rate I'd like it to.

It also had helpful sides though. Due to being sick, I barely ever moved, stayed in bed and ate until my stomach felt tight. It's been two weeks, and I basically feel bed-bound at the moment. Currently weighing in at 428lbs lbs (194kg).

Although I didn't gain as much as I'd prefer for now, I have to say : I feel like a farm hog. My moobs, arms and gut are sagging. My rolls have ballooned and make me look inflated from all the food I've been stuffing myself with.

I'm laying on my side here, yet my fatrolls look blown up and bulging, almost hanging off the mattress. I mean, just look at the roll at the top. How round and tight it is, and my moobs hanging over it because its so full.

I'm so incredibly addicted to gaining. Never in my life would I have thought that, by Christmas 2023, I'd be so big and fat that my bellyhang covers my privates, but here I am. Oink. 🫶🐷

#death feederism #death feedee #death feedist #death feedism #death feedee belly #dark feederism #extreme feedist #extreme feederism #porker #fat gainer #extreme weight gain #gaining fat #morbid feedee #morbid feederism #morbidly obese #morbid feedism #fattened up #obese belly #getting fatter #glorifying obesity

[silliersage]

Horny blurb of the day

I have morbidly obese housewife brain rot so bad. I just need my partner to feed me until I’m a huge helpless blob that stays home all day constantly growing for them. I think my partner has instilled a breeding kink in me too cause holy shit. I love domming but when I bottom it goes crazy. Just genuinely no other thoughts in my piggy brain other than growing and getting bred sounds like a must right now Jesus.

#feedee belly #feedee encouragement #feedee feeder #feeding kink #feedist #dark feederism #fatty #fat piggy #fat rolls #feed me

[anaheimdad]

You wanted it, and I provided. It was fun and kinky. Lots of food. Tons of it actually. Your gain was spectacular. Originally just curvaceous, the calories and lack of exercise took its toll.

You wanted to be a pig, and that’s exactly what we did. Made you a pig. Kept on all fours for weeks. Exhibited. Used. It was all fun. It got dirtier and nastier. The fun never shopped. You got so used to being railed while your face was buried in the trough.

Being stuffed brought on powerful orgasms. It was a good thing. Because you grew to large to play with yourself anymore. I had a second slave come onboard to keep you halfway cleaned up. Clothes were only worn out of the compound. You were the pet pig.

I keep feeding you, force feeding, funnel feeding. Calorie intake daily went over 10,000. You were not healthy, and didn’t care. Food had become a complete obsession, stuffings your only source or orgasmic pleasure.

The users kept coming around , enjoying your use. You were constantly the provider of sexual pleasures to others. The constant barrage of insults and humiliation you felt reduced your mind to a very simple level. The giant rolls of fat found new use as receptacles. The cleanings became more infrequent as you descended into the mud pit. It was pointless to clean you. Rolling in the mud, stuffed and orgasmic, was your excitement. The barn was your home, locked in a pen, rolling in the mud and your filth, always at the feeding trough.

You got pregnant. Hard to say who the father was. Milk came in, piglet delivered. Piglet weaned, given to a deserving childless couple. You oinked, grunted. And the pregnancy repeated over and over. Constantly gaining, pregnant, milked, and at the trough. No more thinking, no more worries. Just a sow. Your new desired life had become complete

#fat piggy #cnc free use #fr33use #degrade kink #humiliating kink #dark feederism #fat humiliation #submisive and breedable #brainless

[tubbybunnysblog]

I think I over ate oops

#feedee encouragement #feed me #feedee feeder #stuffed feedee #stuffed piggy #feeding kink #dark feederism #feedee belly #looking for a feeder

[eternalenabling]

By Studiofa on deviant art

#death feedee #death feederism #death feeder #overfed #immobile #bedbound #dark feederism

[adiproseprose]

Incapacitate your feedees. Feed them until they're immobile. Feed them until they need mobility aids. Feed them until their muscles are so weak and atrophied that they pull them just from lying in bed, fusing joint muscles and cartilage worn out from constantly shoveling greasy fast food down their wobbling hidden jawline. Feed them until they're not human, just flesh machines for you to grow and fuck.

#weight gain #weight gain writing #weight gain fiction #female feedee #dark feedism #death feedist #death feederism #dark feederism #extreme weight gain #death feedism fiction #immobility #gaining weight on purpose #immobile feedee #make me huge #glorify obesity #morbid obesity #morbid feedism #morbid feedee #fat piggy

[katamariari]

Weight gain denial is so hot I love trying to act like I’m still super skinny and my clothes just so happen to shrink somehow I but my eating habits are healthy and filling with dairy carbs and protein and sugar being my only source of nutrients and of course I should plump up (be fed to death)

#gaining weight on purpose #queer feedee #trans feedee #gained weight #gaining weight #dark feederism #death feederism #death feedism #death feedee #glorify obesity

[hopelessfataddict]

#slob kink #healthplay #death feederism #fat slob #death feedist #dark feederism #death feedism #slob #death feedee #glorify obesity

[contlis12]

death/dark feederism story

Coles cheeks burned with arousal and embarrassment as Ronnie followed behind him through the Walmart parking lot. It had been over 4 years since he had been anywhere near his old town and being back here 300 pounds fatter than he was the last time was like some kind of fantasy and embarrassing nightmare rolled into one. It didn’t help that Ronnie had put on a great show for his old work place. Ronnie and Cole had been in a relationship for over 4 years and theres was definitely not the typical one. Cole was Ronnie’s feedee. They were monogamous, lived together, and were in a committed relationship but they were not a “couple”. The relationship dynamic was too skewed for Cole to be considered his boyfriend in Ronnie’s opinion. He was his feedee, his piggy and his property. They had first met on an extreme gaining forum centered around death feederism and hit it off instantly. Cole moved half way across the country and became Ronnie’s live in feedee spending all day under his feeders care and had blown up from a already hefty 280 pound stoner nerd to a nearly 600 pound wheezing hog that was on the verge of immobility.

Ronnie had decided to celebrate the upcoming milestone with something special. “I want to take you back to your home town piggy, I want people who used to know you to not even recognize you. I want to live out all those fap fantasies you had in the bedroom with me.” Cole was nervous, as hot as the idea of public humiliation was he also dreaded the idea of an old friend seeing him in his current state but it didn’t change the fact he was immensely turned on by the idea and was helpless to serving his feeder. He had been conditioned to be a good piggy.

When they first arrived in town Ronnie had went straight to Walmart, Coles last job before he had left town. Normally Cole would use a walker to go anywhere but Ronnie made him struggle from the handicap van spot in front of the doors to the entrance where he had parked one of the stores mobility scooters and the probably no more than 30 foot walk had Cole pouring sweat and hyperventilating. Ronnie had been sure to dress him in the tightest smallest tank top and sweat shorts Cole had that showed off his melted ice cream cone figure as much as possible. Amazingly nobody in the store did recognize Cole but he was a spectacle none the less. Ronnie had been sure to load Coles mobility scooters basket up with the most fattening treats on the shelf. At one point Ronnie had stopped in the aisle and cracked a two liter of rootbeer and unwrapped two snack cakes “baby you don’t look so good, here eat these to feel better. You need some food in you”. A few aisles later and a few more suggested snack cakes and Cole had polished off the whole two liter and family sized box of chocolate covered Twinkie’s. The whole trip through the store was mortifying to Cole but amazing aswell. The feeling of submission to his feeder was intoxicating, he felt like a helpless fat pet and loved it.

When they were back in the van Ronnie had a final destination in mind before they left town. They had hit up multiple fast food joints, Ronnie wanted a spread that would look outrageous and eye catching. Before they had gotten out of the van and loaded Cole in his bariatric wheelchair they kept in the back for any sort of travel further than across a buffet parking lot Ronnie had rolled up Coles tank top and tucked it under his moobs fashioning it into a belly shirt. He pulled his sagging gut out of his shorts and let if flop heavily over the waist band of Coles way too small sweat shorts “comfy piggy? Get that belly ready because I’m going to stuff you hard. Everyone is going to watch you swell up like a blimp for me”. Cole was too nervous and excited to say much besides “ok” sheepishly as he felt his stomach pool across his lap and the warm summer breeze on his exposed stretch mark covered gut. Ronnie wheeled Cole to a pavilion in the middle of the park, people were around walking their dogs and playing in the park but nobody has really seemed to notice the two of them. Leaving him at the table with a couple bags of McDonalds and Burger King Ronnie gave him a firm smack and jiggle on his stomach before deeply kissing him “okay piggy I’m going to get the rest of the food from the van and we will start in a minute” as Ronnie walked away Cole looked down almost appearing naked in his vision past the rolled up tank top seeing nothing but wheel chair and pale stretch marked cellulite.

“Cole?!” as soon as he heard it his already food filled stomach dropped “oh my god, is that you?” He closed his eyes for a moment trying to become invisible “it is you!” He opened his eyes in time to see two women appear from around the side of the chair into view and Cole recognized one of them immediately. It was a very short term girlfriend from high school named Bree. Cole was speechless for a moment before finally simply saying “uhh hi”. Bree and the girl both stood staring wide eyed barley even trying to hide their disgust and amusement. “What happened to you? I wouldn’t have even recognized you if I didn’t remember your tattoo!” She said not even beating around the bush “are you okay? I knew you were a bit heavy before but you look ready to pop now!”. Cole stammered for a response “uhh yeah I put on a lot of weight, I had a medical” but was cut off as Ronnie walked up and introduced himself.

“Well hello, do you guys know Cole?” He said as he walked over and placed the other bags of fast food before putting a hand on Coles shoulder. “Yeah I was friends back in high school with him but I hadn’t seen him since then, hardly recognized him.” She said still grinning and looking in pure amazement at how fat Cole was. “Oh yeah Cole has put on alot of weight, I hardly recognize old photos of him when we first got together. He really blew up” Ronnie said reaching down and squeezing a fat roll on his stomach. “Oh are you his boyfriend? I didn’t know he was gay” Bree said looking at all the food on the table. “Oh no I’m his feeder” Ronnie said proudly as Cole felt his cheeks turning red. “His what?” Bree said laughing. Ronnie grinned looking at his piggy trapped like a fat whale as they talked about him like live stock “his feeder, it’s a fetish that is about weight gain. He’s a submissive to me and I make him fatter. I’ve put almost 300 pounds on him and we are trying to get him as fat as possible.” Ronnie grinned looking at their amazement. “Wow, I don’t really know what to say to that” Bree said wide mouthed at the sight before her. Ronnie just smiled back at her “well if you guys are done catching up he needs to eat” before going back to Cole “Okay piggy you hungry? Because I’m going to stuff you until you are ready to pop baby”. Bree and her friend laughed and jeered as Ronnie stuffed burger after burger into his piggy.

Looking up Cole seen them snapping pictures and taking cell phone videos knowing this would be all over their Facebook pages for everyone in his hometown to see. “Feed me make me so huge I break my wheel chair!” Cole moaned “I need to grow for you!” Cole let out wild snort and swallowed the food as fast as he could as he felt more dominated than he ever had before and he loved it. “I hope he has to bring me in a bariatric bed to the park next year” Cole thought as more messy gobs of burger and mayonnaise were shoved into his bulging cheeks.

#death feedee #death feederism #extreme feederism #death feedist #death feeder #dark feederism

[piggyinthemiddle]

Merry Christmas if you celebrate, if not I hope you still get to stuff your rolls round and taught with pounds of yummy heart clogging food.

I was invited to a beautiful spread with big platters of rich pasta, shredded beef drenched in sauce, a fat glistening ham, cheesy potatoes with loads of gravy and sour cream, and decadent homemade desserts.

The only thing on my mind is force feeding you plate after plate of every serving I can fit until your whining to stop, even the hog can’t handle another bite. The last thing you’ll feel is your tight heavy belly lulling you into a deep food coma before I move onto my own main course

Damn, that honestly sounds like a dream come true. Hope you had a lovely christmas as well, I do celebrate, but mainly because of the food..

I'd give anything to experience that kind of Christmas stuffing, the imagination is so hot..🥵🔥🐖

Speaking of christmas; would love to share this. Was the result of the holy stuffing days..🫶

#death feedee belly #death feedism #death feederism #death feedist #death feedee #porker #fattened up #dark feedism #dark feederism #fat gainer #extreme weight gain #gaining fat #fat piggy #morbid feederism #morbid feedee #morbidly obese #mobid obesity #morbid feedism #pork belly #stuffed piggy #gaining weight on purpose #glorifying obesity #ask porkypig

[silliersage]

Not gonna lie I’m feral today. I want my lover to just constantly stuff my fat fucking face and have me return the favor. I want them to stuff me so I can catch up and then have us gain immensely fast together. I want the stares and the shock from our peers and (I lowkey wanna be the fatter one). I hope they know me joking about being okay with being 400+ was only half a joke teehee

#feedee belly #feedee encouragement #feedee feeder #feeding kink #feedist #dark feederism #fatty #fat piggy #fat rolls #feed me

[bothsinfulandsweet]

this is my punishment for being a bad piggy and not finishing all of my food las night

💕feel free to humiliate and degrade me because i deserve it 💕

#female feedee #fat piggy #gluttonous piggy #ruined piggy #piggy girl #dark feederism #feeding kink #sin&sweet