Just a short audio for good boys who are feeling a bit stuffed:

Enjoy 🦇

Script:

Hello darling. You’ve really gotten big, haven’t you?

You’ve really been stuffing yourself.

I can tell.

You don’t exactly get this big from one little binge… from the occasional overindulgence, from a bad weekend…

You only get this obese, piggy, by eating all day, constantly, keeping yourself full and stretched for months.

You’ve been keeping yourself full for mommy. That’s my good boy. I’m so proud of you, angel. I’m so proud of how big you’ve grown, how soft you’ve gotten, what an insatiable appetite you’ve developed. You’re mommy’s plump piggy.

And are you feeling nice and full now, piggy? I think you still have some room right here. I know you’ll eat more for me after I give you a tummy massage. Where do you want mommy’s hands, baby? Right here at the top where it’s taut? Around the sides and middle where you’re bowing out and getting wider and rounder? Or maybe down here at the bottom where your soft ridge of overhang is getting so plush and succulent?

This tummy is purely a result of unadulterated, unbridled gluttony, my obese piggy prince. Pure fat. Pure evidence of your lack of inhibition— your lack of self-control, your repeated giving in.

Such a good piglet— fattening up for mommy. Good boy.

For those of us fatsexuals who enjoy D&S (dominance and submission,) sometimes “no” means “yes… feed me more.”

I want to collect some ideas for safe words my sweet piggy can use in case he’s truly at his limit or approaching an uncomfortable level of fullness, while still getting to say “oh but I’m so stuffed. No more.” It would help to stretch his limits if he’s trying to gain or simply bloat to full potential.

Anyone have experience with this and a good solution, safe word or not? I’m definitely not a force feeder, but mmmfff it’s so hot when they continue to eat even when full, and sometimes piggy needs to work hard to break a plateau.

It’s a common question here: how do I find a female feeder/encourager? Where are they? Do they exist? Did they all go extinct at the fall of the Roman Empire? Fucking magnets— how do they work?

Well my dear, I’ve compiled a small list of tips and advice (coming directly from a seasoned feeder goonette!)

✨Upload pics✨

Yeah I know. Privacy. But this is going to increase your chances of getting a message back WITHOUT sending a non-consensual belly pic. You have to remember that for many of us, getting pics of bellies and moobs is like getting a dick pic. Don’t just spring it on us. Feels like SA.

✨Good Angles✨

Practice taking photos and posing in the mirror. Just standing or sitting there is pretty uninteresting. Pose in ways that highlight and accentuate your favorite features. Upward angles are a personal favorite of mine, as are ones that leave plenty to the imagination. I’m a huge fan of belly pics in properly fitting clothes… especially when there’s a cute little indentation where I can tell he way playing with his naval prior to taking his photo, but I rarely find these types of photos.

✨Use fun descriptions✨

Say something spicy. Mention other kinks. Make the viewer imagine a scene with you. For example:

POV: you let out daddy’s belt to make room for more. Good kitten.

Fun. Yummy. Makes me picture what roleplaying with you would be like. Show some personality and why you stand out amongst all the other hogs.

✨Foreplay✨

Teasing should be sprinkled in throughout the conversation, and eventually lead up into stuffing. You wouldn’t just jump straight into sex, so don’t jump straight into feeding and sharing more pics either. Gotta warm things up first.

✨Grooming✨

Lots of us women like a shaved belly/moobs 🤷‍♀️ Yeah it’s a bitch to shave, but it might increase your overall attractiveness to FFAs. Use lotion. Take care of your skin. You should do whatever you like with your body; I’m just giving some insight into what most FFAs I’ve met prefer, and you can take what you like and leave what’s not for you 🖤

✨**NO FUCKING DICK PICS!!!!!**✨

None of us like seeing them and they’re fucking EVERYWHERE OH MY GOD 🪦

Hope some of this was helpful! I will add more if I think of it 🥰

Can you feel it inside of you?

Filling you

Stretching you

Becoming a part of you

Soon you will begin to digest

and turn thousands of calories

Into soft

Lush

Dimpled fat

Your belly will creep

further into your lap

Your love handles will fold

softly over your waistband

Your ass will fill out

closer to the confines of your chair

Your thighs will test the seams

of even your biggest sweatpants

Your tits will grow heavier

and more feminine

And your appetite will become

Insatiable

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Would you like to hear this whispered to you?

Tap the link 🔗 : https://soundgasm.net/u/HaeresisDea/A-Poem

Pleasant dreams, my hungry little ghoul🦇❣️🌓

Thought I’d repost this audio after a long, tiring week.

Just a horny FFA calling you (M) names while you stuff yourself silly this weekend. Hopefully it pushes your threshold to new levels.

Enjoy 🦇

Script:

Hog

Big boy

Piggy

Lazy pig

Piggy boy

Fat boy

Greedy Prince

Piggy Prince

Fat Prince

Gluttonous Prince

Fat Fuck

Fat hog

Fat papa

My shameless sinner

Shameless glutton

Fat little devil

Dionysus

Gluttonous god

Glutton

Fat ass

Chubby

Tubby

Plump

Pleasantly plump

Soft around the middle

You could lose a few

Look at that tummy

Look at that big, round, soft belly

I’m one of those folks who’s had the fetish her whole life. I realize that most of my mentors (past and present) and closest friends are fat. The people nearest and dearest to me have this outspoken love for food, sharing it with each other, and they lightheartedly tease themselves and each other for being fat and gluttonous. There’s something so comforting and sweet about the way they are free to be themselves and enjoy the simple pleasure of food without feeling guilty about not being thin enough for the general public’s approval. They’re just naturally big and that’s okay. Unfortunately, outside of that, I was under a lot of pressure to be thin, and modest when it comes to food. I felt extremely guilty if I indulged in my curiosity and fantasies of being fat myself. I had to bury that part of myself. I still to this day feel very shameful about encouraging or engaging this behavior (in myself, I mean.)

I’ve struggled with the fact that I feel uncomfortable and detached during vanilla sex. While I’ve had a good partner before, my end was performative. I still take this approach where I do everything to impress my current partner, but it’s become quite the challenge to keep my head in the game. Part of the problem is lack of arousal, and the other is an emotional disconnect with him.

Now, on my own, I enjoy watching videos of men eating and praising their own body. I’m not thinking at all about sex. I can usually get off within 10-20 minutes of that. I enjoy roleplaying as a feeder with a couple of friends that I trust. Often times sexual acts are mentioned, but I don’t know if I’d really enjoy it IRL. It’s like I see kinky sex as a symbol for vulnerability, trust, humanness, and an opportunity to provide pleasure to someone I care about. It’s an affirmation, and usually there’s strong give/take sub/dom undertones in my fantasies and rp.

So how does this come together? It’s in the affirmation. Vanilla sex is uncomfortable for me. I enjoy the physical sensation of penetration and masturbation, but I lack the “lust” element unless my fetish (or something else really kinky) is present. Having the comfort of that mentor allows me to be vulnerable, to relax, and enjoy the physical sensation. Having sex with him lets me let go of my personal insecurities because he’s actively accepting my body and desires as they are. Put in reverse, I reap something for accepting his body and desires the way they are. I can also live vicariously through him by feeding him and spoiling him the way I wish I could be fed and spoiled if I weren’t so ashamed.

So it’s hardly about sex at all. It’s like it’s about the fetish itself, and using the fetish is a means to get me to relax enough to have sex. It’s glaringly apparent considering that sex is never the end goal of any of my fantasies. The goal is affirmation. The goal is to be picked, to be accepted, to be praised, to be desired as I am, and for me to be able to give all of that back to someone.

With that said, I can understand why, now, I become so obsessed with feedism when times get tough. I want that anchor. Masturbating to it is self-soothing. These figures in the videos or my feedees are reminiscent of the comfort I had from my mentors. I’m not masturbating to fat; I’m masturbating to a symbol of safety and security.

I’m wondering what your experience is with this. Do you feel like maybe your fetish is a coping mechanism?

One of the ladies brought in an entire chocolate whiskey sheet cake to work this morning, and man was it potent. I could taste the alcohol. It was so rich and gooey that it stuck to everything. Almost like a slightly underbaked brownie. A thick layer of chocolate frosting was spread generously on top. Just a 2x2 square was enough to feel the teeniest buzz.

Feeder brain CPU fan go brrrrrrrrrrr

I start to think about feeding this entire alcohol infused sheet cake to a daring and willing piggy straight from my (impeccably clean) hands, letting him suck off every morsel from my fingers. I’d watch him get full, fat, and tipsy, and become ever more eager to please once the whiskey’s set in.

My intoxicated glutton 🫦🖤

I had my bath this evening and couldn’t help but fantasize about cooking and feeding you a lavishly large gourmet dinner, then continuing the pampering with a warm bath and massage. I can imagine the suds making your body so slick and smooth for delicate fingers to explore— every curve, every fold, every dimple. It would be so cute and steamy to see just how much your belly pokes out above the water. And how beautiful to watch the water I lovingly pour onto your chest cascade down and around your form. Your skin would glisten with beads of water reflecting the soft flicker of the surrounding candles, and you’d sink further down into the bubbles, allowing yourself to let go into the feeling of being pleasantly full, the ambience, the caring expert touch. Your euphoria is my pleasure to give.

Hopefully the warmth of the water and massage would ease any aching that could make you nervous about having dessert in bed afterwards. I know that gentle praise and tender touch will settle and encourage you to finish up every last heavenly bite.

I’ve unintentionally trained myself into being a fat boy addicted goonette. A hot belly, thick thighs, juicy moobs, a round ass all warrant a Pavlovian response. All of this conditioning has effectively turned me into a submissive, pathetic little feeder when I get teased a little too much, yet have no opportunity to relieve the pressure. I’m talking about lightly grinding and bouncing in my chair, biting my lip, and worse— squeezing my legs together in a useless attempt to mask the musky natural perfume I’ve been conditioned to seep (which also makes me hornier because my body knows what comes after smelling that aroma) all while at work. The desperation was building as he ramped up his teasing about how much he’s grown, his insatiable appetite, and what a pervert I am.

This got me thinking…

“Papa, I’m such a squirmy girl. Maybe you should crush me underneath your weight so I can hold still for you.”

Mmmhhh… what a way to be entered 🫦