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dionysianchub · 6 months

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I've had this ongoing fantasy of being my office's communal pet pig. Everyone's blubbered up little toy to fatten, play with, and abuse to get their stress out and get through the day.

In the mornings come the sweets. Donuts, muffins, scones, and every sticky, sugary breakfast treat that can be carried in those familiar pink boxes gets delivered to my desk. People take turns shoving a few pastries in my mouth before wiping the sticky mess from their fingers onto my too-tight shirt, a couple of them give my belly a few firm slaps before heading to their desk to work. A few stay behind to watch me paw through the pastries, gorging myself as my chair creaks weakly as it struggles to support my growing weight. They have a betting pool going to see how much longer it can hold out.

At lunch time they come by with the unwanted scraps of their own meals, a few committed individuals packing full lunches just for the office pig. They marvel at my gluttony, treating me like the human garbage disposal I am, and watching in mixed pleasure and disgust as I eat everything they give me through heavy breaths and muffled burps. "Good job, fatass." they say, grabbing and shaking one of my overflowing rolls and watching my fat body ripple from the motion. A stray button flies off my shirt, and the person feeding me starts fingering the newly exposed gap in the fabric, prodding my plush blubber as they shove another large bite of food down my throat.

At the end of the day I'm waddling to get to my car, painfully stuffed and aroused from being used as everyone's tubby stress ball all day long, clothing barely hanging on, stretched over the too-full belly now hanging out the bottom of my shrinking shirt. And it's only Wednesday.

#fat fantasy #force feeding fantasy #tw fat shaming #tw degradation #office pig #i want to be a community hog #this is my formal application

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strawb3rrystarburst · 4 months

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You're throwing a party. A big one. You invite all your friends, order tons of food and buy tons of drinks. Maybe too much, considering the size of the party, but you can never be too prepared. You get pizza and chips, sodas and beers. Nice and filling. Only about half of it is eaten by the time the party finally winds down, it seems you overestimated.

Once everyone leaves, it's time to clean up. Most people would consider all that leftover food a waste, but you don't. You've got a special dump, one that will make sure none of it goes to waste.

I sit obediently as you bring boxes still full of greasy, cheesy pizza to me. You push slice after slice into my mouth, making sure it's all disposed of. You pause in between every few slices to bring a can of soda to my lips, forcing me to chug it, or else it'll spill all over my quickly bloating gut. I get a moment to belch before the cycle repeats. Any groans of protest from me drowned out by the sound of my gut churning and gurgling, creamy fat hanging heavily between my thighs.

Soon enough, the apartment is clean, all the leftovers disposed of. The only evidence is the sound of your garbage disposal, processing all of that waste.

#feeding kink #weight gain #weight gain kink #feederist #rapid weight gain #weight gain fantasy #burp #fatty #ftm feedee #force fed

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somnolentdipso · 2 months

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I adore the feedback from my last writing so perhaps have another🫢.

Dms are always open to teasing and etc

The devil isn't in the whipped cream. The second dollop of gelato. Their wicked smile when they peel the cake free of its casing, slipping a thick quarter on your plate, perched on the edge of your quivering lap.

Just a little treat.

They share your smirk. Nothing little about you, these days. They stroke the spoon with your chubby fingers, squeezing your limp arm, sweeping the plate to rest on your lazy stomach as your eyes drift. You blow a warm, gentle sigh. The treats are getting bigger. They made

sure.

You hear how well you did at work today. You watch the glimmer in their gaze. Do they know you've realised?

That the fun isn't in what they're feeding you.

The fun is in when.

They were joking, first. Sure, you deserve a little something for getting dressed this morning, all by by yourself. Stretching a shirt over your fat. Sucking in for the zipper... why not? Another for shopping, knees aching around the store, arms covered in crème fraiche flesh where your biceps used to be. It's fair. More for making dinner, lumbering your weight across the kitchen, holding your tongue to all those sinful tastes and smells as you hip-check the fridge. Pretending you didn't wobble, down to your groin. Pretending you have discipline.

The reward for finishing all your food? It's more food.

More treats. They're watching. Listening to your huffs and pants. The slightest hint of physical labour, leaving you salivating in anticipation. Did the dishes? Pizza slice. Took the trash out? Chocolate croissant. Licked the plate clean? One quart of milkshake, a funnel, their hand, your mouth. The second you break the slightest sweat - plied, every drop curving with excess. Bursting through your underclothes. Dinner after dinner, earned in the ripples through your sensitive skin.

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carstenkk-blog · 1 month

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The making of a prized hucow

The cow experience

Hi there I'm a dairy farmer who has been corrupted by Hucow community! I never found it sexy to think about women as cows 🐄 but now after I have been corrupted it's another matter.

The cow experiences

This is for those who want to experience what it would be like to be a dairy cow I'll describe it in 3 levels

Level 1 as you all probably know cows eat a lot and get milked in level 1 first we need to find out what your limit is for your food intake. Milking you will also happen every 12 hours. Milking will consist of massage of each breast and kissing and sucking on the nippels to stimulate milk flow this will go on for 10 minutes to make sure you release all of your milk! And as a cow you reset of 14 hours and work for 10 as in eating to make your milk 😉

Level 2

Is the same as level 1 but here we will increase your food intake to 15-18 mj pr day. With the increased food intake milk production will also increase to 15 minutes every 12 hours

Level 3

After you have proven you can handle it in level 2 we will increase increase your food intake to 23 MJ as a high preforming dairy cow. Milking will also increase to 3 times a day every 8 hours. Oh there will not be any opportunity to say no to your increased food intake that will be forced if you want the benefits!

Of course belly rups will be included ad libitum as a farmer I'm there to make sure you have the best life all your needs will be taken care of 😉

When level 3 has been completed we will make you ready for the animal show where I will present you in all of your glory we will do your hair and nails and find a outfit that make you stand out from all the rest 🐄😉👌

#feeding kink #hucow fantasy #hucow training #huccow #feedee girl #fat hucow #hucow transformation #nsft hucow #feedee encouragement #forced feeding

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dionysianchub · 5 months

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God you're so fucking hot. Seeing how desperate you are to eat yourself fatter is soooo sexy. I wish I could get my hands on you, I'd feed you til your poor piggy gut couldn't take any more - and knowing you, that would take a while. 😘

God I want that. Please feed me til I cry and whimper and beg you to stop. Then top me off a few minutes later with a gainer shake or two. Or three. 🥵 I want someone to keep me full to bursting 24/7, make my body stretch so tightly around all the food you pump into me that I burst with new bright stretch marks every day. Keep me growing until I fill the bed with heavy rolls of lard that weigh me down and slow my movements. Make me a living monument to greed, a mountain of wobbly, quivering fat whose only purpose is to dutifully swallow every bite of food placed in front of me.

#im in a mood #thanks for the ask!#tease me more 💜#immobility kink #fat kink #wg fantasy #force feeding fantasy

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growmydarling · 2 years

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how i walk towards you while you're tied down to the floor with a trough of pie and whipped cream smothered in heavy creams

#want to see more?#dm me #female feeder #ffa #feedee perspective #wg kink #belly kink #getting fatter #feeder kink #bhm #forced fantasy #forced feeding #kidnapping

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elazul-sasayaki · 6 months

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Silly thought:

Horde of kobolds all decide you're their dragon now, even though you're clearly not a dragon.

They assure you you just gotta eat like a dragon, you'll look the part in no time.

Instead, you just end up a helpless pile of blubber that they insist needs more, laying atop a "dragon's horde" of random shinies they bring in addition to all the food they keep stuffing you with.

They tell you not to worry, they'll get you up to size, and then they'll be your obedient little servants, just gotta look the part first... You and their leader both know that's never gonna happen, but the other kobolds don't know nor care.

#Elazul's Thoughts #Kink Stuff #Group Feeding #Group Feedee #Fantasy Stuff #Fantasy Feeding #Force Feeding Kink #Weight Gain Kink #Extreme Weight Gain

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a-painful-ordeal · 7 months

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8. My Head's Not Yours, Its Mine, And I'll Take My Fucking Time.

CW: explicit references to slavery, force feeding, literal boot-licking, references to violation of bodily autonomy (non-sexual), fantasy religious stances, extremist fantasy religious beliefs, references to fantasy devils, references to floggings, Evan’s terrible language, usage of ableist language, attempts at conditioning.

Warning: Any opinions held by either Maynard, Evan or Trygve are not my own. They are the characters opinions. Additionally, a lot of issues presented are addressing world building quirks.

A few days crawl by as Evan’s back recovers from its assault. He remains in the little safe room for the first couple of days after the flogging, though the boredom proves to be worse than the actual wounds. Trygve visits frequently, keeping Evan fed and in good company, whilst also keeping the boy updated on how long he can hide for.

Finally, the half-orc enters being greeted by an incredibly twitchy and bored Evan. Trygve has a look of sympathy on his face and an apology in his eyes. “Good morning…”

Evan looks around, as a flash of excitement dashes across his face on seeing this man. Company. Finally. “Did you bring food?” He pauses and his expression falls as Evan sees Trygve’s grim expression.

Trygve pauses with a nod, passing over a bread roll and some cheese, which Evan eagerly devours. “How’s your back?”

Evan shrugs as he eats before swallowing “Painful as shit but… fine... Why...?”

Trygve lets out a long sigh that he’s clearly been holding in. “Because Lord Maynard is asking for your attendance. I- I’m sorry… I couldn’t do anything more… just…” He sighs again, shifting from foot to foot.

Evan’s face falls for a moment, before he pulls his features into an upbeat expression, despite the dread beginning to pool. “It’s not your fault he’s a colossal cunt.”

Trygve pinches the bridge of his nose before squaring up to Evan. He puts his hands, heavily onto the boy’s shoulders. “Don’t say that. I don’t care if you think it’s true or not, saying it will get you beaten again… At. Best. In this place, you must learn not to just blunder forward and say what you want.”

Evan brushes the warm, calloused hands from him. “I won’t say anything. Promise.”

Trygve narrows his eyes, eyeing the boy with suspicion. “Why do I feel like you’ve never not said anything in your life.”

Evan fights back a smirk until his dastardly face betrays him, and he gives Trygve a shit-eating grin.

Trygve holds eye contact with the boy, with both a look of exasperation and some level of quiet amusement. Finally, he relents. Picking up a shirt nearby and tossing it to Evan. “Pull your shirt on and let’s go. Let’s not keep him waiting.”

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As they make their way out of the small corridors that are clearly only meant for servants and slaves, Trygve’s animated expressions vanish. Instead, they are replaced with a neutral, almost apathetic look. They pass guards on the way to Lord Maynard. They pay Trygve no mind as he pauses and ducks his head to let them pass before continuing to Lord Maynard’s chambers. Evan watches this closely, mimicking Trygve’s expression, which seems to cloak them both as they move to the door of the chambers.

Trygve pauses and knocks.

“Enter.”

Trygve drops back and gives Evan’s hand a quick squeeze. “Don’t get hurt. Please.” He mutters to Evan before vanishing off to complete his own chores.

Lord Maynard is in the process of affixing a belt over a red velvet tunic as Evan enters. “Ah. Good. You are finally here.” He adjusts his clothes and picks up a pile of papers. Maynard looks at Evan, his tone commands attention. “The first order of business today. You are going to scrub these floors until I can see my reflection in them. Do I make myself understood?”

Evan stands straighter than normal and nods slowly, his eyes scanning the size of the room “Yes…. Sir…”

The Lord looks pleased with this response. “I have business to attend to. I expect to see it finished when I get back.” He takes his time to collect a few more things, before striding off through the door, locking it behind him. Leaving Evan stood alone with a bucket of water and a cloth.

Evan looks behind to make sure his new master has genuinely left the room before muttering “A please would have been nice... Prick.” Under his breath. He looks slowly at the cloth, poking at it with the toe of his shoe. He lets out a groan “Head… down. Right… I guess I can’t just duck out of this…” He picks the bucket and cloth up and scans the room until he spots a corner that would be a good place to start.

Making his way over, Evan slowly, gingerly gets onto his knees, wrinkling his nose as he does it. He’s fine with getting dirty, gods that’s been his life for the past six years… but it’s about the principle. He takes the cloth, dumping it and his hand into the water, “Gods above! Fuck me… you couldn’t have made it colder if you’d fucking tried!” Evan pulls his hand out quickly, waving it around to warm it up.

The cloth slowly begins to sink back into the ice depths of the bucket in response to Evan’s yelps.

Evan lets out a long groan before plunging his hand in and grabbing the cloth. He then slaps it onto the floor, beginning to scrub.

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After a few times dunking his hand into the water, his fingers begin to ache from the cold. The battered skin on his back also complains as he kneels washing the floor. After maybe ten minutes, Evan pauses and stretches his muscles before getting back to it, letting out a groan as he does. More minutes tick by and the boy changes hands. However, it doesn’t take long for that hand to turn white too.

Throughout the next couple of hours, the monotonous back-and-forth motion of scrubbing absorbs him. Evan had never really had a skill for cleaning, but he’d never really needed one. By the time he was eight, he’d already lost the house he’d grown up in. The squat that M, he, and Meg had held up in never really got dirty, just untidy. And they all had an understanding that they all had to clean up after themselves.

His thoughts then drift to M. What would she do in his place? He doubts she would have already been flogged; she’s always been able to keep herself in check. She probably wouldn’t have argued back to Trygve either… just agreed right up until she had an undeniable opportunity to leave. That’s what the rumours about her said at least and… despite M being one of the sweetest, most clever people Evan had ever had the fortune of knowing, he didn’t doubt the rumours one bit. She’d do whatever it takes to get out of a situation like this.

The boy is jostled from his thoughts by the skin breaking on his knuckles. “Fucking bollocks…” Evan grumbles pausing to suck at the stinging skin “Can’t you just keep your shit together for five minutes….?! Please.” He demands from his skin, which of course gives him no answers. Evan sighs and looks around the room. The damp floor glistens in the light from the window. The boy had no idea how long it had taken him, but he was more than halfway done. He gives a smile of momentary satisfaction before he hears footsteps the doors open and His Lordship re-enters.

Fancy boots, covered in mud lead the way in first. They pause as Lord Maynard assesses Evan’s work. He pauses and slowly looks at the boy. “What on earth are you doing?!” He demands.

Evan pauses, not really having expected the anger. “… breathing… before I finish my job… Sir.” He says slowly, fighting the urge to adopt a patronizing tone.

Maynard looks at the room, and then back to Evan. “Do it again.” He says with a hint of disgust as he walks through, onto the wet floor, taking his jacket off and discarding it over a chair.

Evan blinks. Again?? His heart races as the blood pulses in his ears. “I am almost finished cleaning it… Sir.” Evan speaks slowly, keeping his tone level despite his urge to shout and swear.

Maynard stops. He turns on his heel and slowly, agonizingly begins to walk towards Evan. “I told you to clean it again. So, you will clean it again.” His voice is soft, almost like that of a priest in a temple, as he stops in front of the boy.

Evan’s eyes dart between the Lord and the floor. It’s fucking clean. What the shitting fuck does this man want from him?!

Maynard hums, before tutting. He then adopts a tone that you would only use of talking to a small animal or a baby. “I am your master.” He starts, making his words painfully obvious, enunciating every word. “When I say jump. You will jump. When I say kneel, you will kneel. And if I say die…” Maynard takes a deep breath. “Then you will ask ‘What method suits your needs best, master?’ Am. I. Clear?”

Evan looks at Maynard, clenching his jaw before slowly nodding. “Yes… Master.” He fights the need to flip this bastard off.

Maynard smiles. “Good boy. And under my rule, over time, your evil soul will be redeemed. Your work will set you free.”

Evan sets his gaze on the ground near him as he blinks slowly, praying that the Lord can’t see the expression on his face, or read his thoughts. “Yes…. Sir…” Gods above, this man is fucking mad. Evan had interacted with enough of the priests in the temples to the gods both before and after he’d ended up on the streets. Some had been a bit quirky but they’d pass out free food, Evan didn’t have an issue with them. This man though. This man is fucking nuts.

“There we go. You’re learning. How about you put that into practice. Hm?” The patronizing tone seeps into each word he says, making them sickly sweet.

Evan pauses. No, he fucking doesn’t want to put any of this into practice. Piss off, he desperately wants to say, but the tender skin on his back begs him to keep his mouth shut. Evan says nothing, staring dead at the floor to make sure he’s giving nothing away.

A muddy boot is placed in front of Evan. “Clean it.”

Evan pauses, before reaching for the cloth.

“No. I don’t want to have this floor seeped in muddy water. I want you to use your tongue.”

Evan freezes, his nose wrinkling at the thought before he looks at the boot. Running isn’t an option, not really. Nor is the tantalizing idea of dumping the bucket of cleaning water over this man…

The foot is tapped impatiently on the ground. “I don’t have all day.”

Evan slowly shuffles closer to the boot, on his hands and knees. The shadow of his lord blocks the light from the window. He gingerly leans over the boot, taking a second to pull his courage together before licking the well-worn leather.

The mud is warm, and the texture is foul. It’s slimy with bits of grit in it that get between Evan’s teeth. The taste is difficult to place. Salty and coppery together with a strong bitterness that makes Evan want to gag.

“I want that clean. Or I’ll be walking the rest of it around my floor.”

Evan pauses, pulling back, his face flushed from frustration and the humiliation. He looks to the bucket where he can spit his mouthful out.

“And swallow.”

Evan glares at the boot as the order comes. His lips turn down in revulsion, as he feels his stomach begin to protest. No… this… this is better than a beating… if he can play this right…. Maybe he can do enough to slip under the radar properly… swallow his pride. That’s all that this is. Swallowing pride. He takes a deep breath as the muddy mouth vanishes. The boy finds himself coughing and gagging as he feels it slide into his stomach like a rock. He gingerly brings himself closer to the boot again, fighting back bile as he swallows. And again. Continuing until the leather is damp with spit and the mud is gone.

“There. And that’s where devil-worshipping scum like you belong. Isn’t it?”

Evan breathing slowly through his nose, jaw clenched, nose, close to the toe of this man’s foot. He doesn’t dignify it with a response.

“That wasn’t so difficult, is it? Boy.” The shadow of Lord Maynard looms closer and a hand brushes gently through Evan’s hair. It toys with the strands for a moment, like one would with a pet. Evan bites into his cheek to stop himself from lunging at the man, as the sensation of his hand in Evan’s hair makes his blood run hot.

Finally, both the hand and the presence vanish, as the Lord stands, moving to pick up a different jacket from the large wooden wardrobe along a wall. “Now. I want this clean. No talking back next time or I’ll make you actually regret it.” And with that, he continues his business in the room for a few moments, before leaving.

The door shuts. And Maynard’s footsteps lead away.

As soon as he’s certain, that the Lord has gone, Evan spins around and spits into the bucket of water, making sure his mouth is as clean as he can. He then turns and looks at the door bristling as he does. “Cunt.” He growls with venom, making sure to keep his voice low.

Evan gets to his feet, fighting the urge to kick the bucket across the room, he instead brings his shoe into the nearby wall. Once. Twice. Before slowly placing his forehead against it. Letting his breathing slow and the frustration leave him. Instead, all that is left is a feeling of disgust. At the cunt who holds the power. At himself for letting his body and pride be used to hurt him like that.

Evan takes a deep breath. Calm. Slow. Play the long game. He came out of this without a scratch after all. In some perverted way… this is a win…

Trygve is right, not about giving up but about how he should work. If he's going to play this at all… he might as well play it smart.

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AN: I hope you are enjoying my angy boi as much as I am writing him! I plan on pulling together both a picrew of him, at some point and maybe doing some art. Though currently all art I have of him is post what is being written here, so once my wrist stops hating me I'll do that!!

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hella1975 · 2 years

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the monk: it's not the pain which ruins us, my child. it's the things we do to avoid the pain

tiuri: i fear it might break me

the monk: then break. break. let spirit crack you open. let yourself be forged in the crucible of your own agony, transformed into the most perfect instrument of destiny

me who's so far been watching 'the letter for the king' as a guilty pleasure bc it's kind of shitty but in a good way and i'll watch anything fantasy, not at all expecting anything profound from this show:

#LIKE WHAT #like yes this show is good and im on episode 3 but it's not GREAT #like it's kind of forced at times and a lot of the humour lands flat #but i just like it bc it feeds into a lot of fantasy tropes - like The Tavern Brawl - and im a sucker for that #one thing about me is that i loveeee a fantasy kingdom #BUT MY GOD THIS DIALOGUE EXCHANGE??? okay damn #im rocking with it #i adore tuiri btw with my whole heart if you even care #him and iona and her little gang #bc it is very much HER gang #the letter for the king

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blubberbaenaomi · 7 months

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Literally the hottest photo I’ve taken so far 😍

Click here to get something off my wishlist 😍

#weight gain #feedie #feedisim #chubby belly #fat belly #getting fatter #tummy kink #fat piggy #feed me fatter #feed me #huccow #hucow fantasy #nsft hucow #fat hucow #growing #force fed #funnel fed

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fat-house-cat-vibes · 4 months

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Welp my dumbass went and got a nasty cold and now I'm being forced to rest but ough what I wouldn't give if someone got fed up with how resistant I am to resting so I get stuffed into staying down with warm soup that gives me a big sloshy filled gut, everytime I try to get up and work I get forced another big bowl or so depending just to really make sure I stay down

#feedisn #feeder feedee #feeding kink #feed me #feedee girl #feedee fantasy #tw sick mention #idk just wanna be safe #but nah fr forced into rest #cats chattin

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