u/velvetgluttony

Hey there! I'm on the lookout for a long-term RP partner who’s up for a detailed, slow-burn feederism storyline set in a cosy office. I’m excited to play Amber, a sweet and slightly ditzy 25 year old with short, silky black hair and a naturally soft, curvy figure.

What’s really interesting about Amber is that is very much a air head and clumsy, she doesn't care when her belly brushes against her desk, she’ll casually scoot her chair back without a second thought. If her clothes feel a bit tight, she assumes they must have shrunk in the wash. And when she catches a glimpse of herself in a window, she looks right past her reflection, completely unaware. She’s always been this way, happily living in her body without ever really noticing it.

The story will follow her journey over several months at the office, where someone you starts to gently and persistently encourage her to gain weight. Since she doesn’t keep track of her size, she won’t even realize the gradual changes happening. She’ll just accept the extra snacks, the larger portions, and the second helpings with a smile. When you surprise her with a milkshake "just because," she’ll beam with gratitude. She’ll struggle a bit with buttons and zippers but will simply find creative ways to make them work. Each week, she’ll fill her chair a little more, completely oblivious to the changes around her.

For the Feeders, there are 3 options, you can play any one or how ever many you want, but do let me know which role you want to play as.

The Boss/CEO

Cold, calculating, and always impeccably dressed, this executive runs the company with a quiet precision that’s hard to miss. They quickly picked up on Amber's obliviousness and saw a golden opportunity. With a patient and methodical approach, they orchestrate her growth like a well-planned business strategy—think catered meetings, "employee appreciation" gift baskets, and private lunches behind closed doors. They speak softly and observe intently, finding satisfaction in watching their investment flourish.

The Coworker

Friendly, outgoing, and seemingly harmless, this person occupies the cubicle next to Amber. They’re the go-to for office snacks, the one who always extends lunch invitations, and the person who has an extra cookie to share. But beneath that cheerful facade lies a quiet obsession; they notice every strained button, every tighter skirt, and every inch Amber gains. To Amber, they’re just her best work friend.

The Office Manager

Efficient, nurturing, and subtly controlling, this person is the backbone of the office, handling everything behind the scenes. They order supplies, manage the break room, and approve furniture requests. They "look out" for Amber by providing extra snacks and "accidentally" ordering larger uniforms. They’re the first to notice when she needs a bigger chair and the first to quietly requisition it, taking private satisfaction in supporting her growth.

Hopefully this peaks your interest, and feel free to reach out, even if we lost touch while rping.

Hey there! I'm on the lookout for a long-term RP partner who’s up for a detailed, slow-burn feederism storyline set in a cosy office. I’m excited to play Amber, a sweet and slightly ditzy 25 year old with short, silky black hair and a naturally soft, curvy figure.

What’s really interesting about Amber is that is very much a air head and clumsy, she doesn't care when her belly brushes against her desk, she’ll casually scoot her chair back without a second thought. If her clothes feel a bit tight, she assumes they must have shrunk in the wash. And when she catches a glimpse of herself in a window, she looks right past her reflection, completely unaware. She’s always been this way, happily living in her body without ever really noticing it.

The story will follow her journey over several months at the office, where someone you starts to gently and persistently encourage her to gain weight. Since she doesn’t keep track of her size, she won’t even realize the gradual changes happening. She’ll just accept the extra snacks, the larger portions, and the second helpings with a smile. When you surprise her with a milkshake "just because," she’ll beam with gratitude. She’ll struggle a bit with buttons and zippers but will simply find creative ways to make them work. Each week, she’ll fill her chair a little more, completely oblivious to the changes around her.

For the Feeders, there are 3 options, you can play any one or how ever many you want, but do let me know which role you want to play as.

The Boss/CEO

Cold, calculating, and always impeccably dressed, this executive runs the company with a quiet precision that’s hard to miss. They quickly picked up on Amber's obliviousness and saw a golden opportunity. With a patient and methodical approach, they orchestrate her growth like a well-planned business strategy—think catered meetings, "employee appreciation" gift baskets, and private lunches behind closed doors. They speak softly and observe intently, finding satisfaction in watching their investment flourish.

The Coworker

Friendly, outgoing, and seemingly harmless, this person occupies the cubicle next to Amber. They’re the go-to for office snacks, the one who always extends lunch invitations, and the person who has an extra cookie to share. But beneath that cheerful facade lies a quiet obsession; they notice every strained button, every tighter skirt, and every inch Amber gains. To Amber, they’re just her best work friend.

The Office Manager

Efficient, nurturing, and subtly controlling, this person is the backbone of the office, handling everything behind the scenes. They order supplies, manage the break room, and approve furniture requests. They "look out" for Amber by providing extra snacks and "accidentally" ordering larger uniforms. They’re the first to notice when she needs a bigger chair and the first to quietly requisition it, taking private satisfaction in supporting her growth.

Hopefully this peaks your interest, and feel free to reach out, even if we lost touch while rping.

Hey everyone, hope you’re all doing well. This ad’s a little different from my usual ones less of a set plot, more of a character-driven deep dive, and I’d love to find someone who wants to explore it with me.

The focus is on a girl in her early twenties. She was on the bigger side before, but after getting knocked up, she’s really let herself go. Now at six months pregnant, she’s already pushing 400 pounds soft, heavy, and still growing fast. But the baby isn’t the only thing she’s feeding.

I’m looking to lean into some darker, more “out there” kinks here, so a dom feeder is heavily preferred. Think less cutesy indulgence and more deliberate, overwhelming transformation. I want to dig into the psychology, the control, the way her body stops being just hers and becomes something you shape, stuff, and expand however you see fit.

What would you do to her? How would you push her further? Do you keep her pregnant and perpetually swollen? Make sure she’s never hungry, never empty, never even thinking about stopping? Do you document her changes, show her off, cut her out of her old clothes and into something that barely contains her? I want to hear your cruellest, most creative ideas the things that would make her moan with a mix of shame and desperate, aching need.

If you enjoy a dynamic that’s part worship, part ruination, and all appetite, come tell me how you’d help her get bigger, softer, and so much more dependent.

Limits: scat, gore, death, vore.

Open to: humiliation, objectification, force-feeding, immobility, breeding, ownership, body worship, extreme weight gain, wardrobe destruction, public escalation, and plenty more <3

Hey everyone, hope you’re all doing well. This ad’s a little different from my usual ones less of a set plot, more of a character-driven deep dive, and I’d love to find someone who wants to explore it with me.

The focus is on a girl in her early twenties. She was on the bigger side before, but after getting knocked up, she’s really let herself go. Now at six months pregnant, she’s already pushing 400 pounds soft, heavy, and still growing fast. But the baby isn’t the only thing she’s feeding.

I’m looking to lean into some darker, more “out there” kinks here, so a dom feeder is heavily preferred. Think less cutesy indulgence and more deliberate, overwhelming transformation. I want to dig into the psychology, the control, the way her body stops being just hers and becomes something you shape, stuff, and expand however you see fit.

What would you do to her? How would you push her further? Do you keep her pregnant and perpetually swollen? Make sure she’s never hungry, never empty, never even thinking about stopping? Do you document her changes, show her off, cut her out of her old clothes and into something that barely contains her? I want to hear your cruellest, most creative ideas the things that would make her moan with a mix of shame and desperate, aching need.

If you enjoy a dynamic that’s part worship, part ruination, and all appetite, come tell me how you’d help her get bigger, softer, and so much more dependent.

Limits: scat, gore, death, vore.

Open to: humiliation, objectification, force-feeding, immobility, breeding, ownership, body worship, extreme weight gain, wardrobe destruction, public escalation, and plenty more <3

Hey there! I'm on the lookout for a long-term RP partner who’s up for a detailed, slow-burn feederism storyline set in a cosy office. I’m excited to play Amber, a sweet and slightly ditzy 25 year old with short, silky black hair and a naturally soft, curvy figure.

What’s really interesting about Amber is that is very much a air head and clumsy, she doesn't care when her belly brushes against her desk, she’ll casually scoot her chair back without a second thought. If her clothes feel a bit tight, she assumes they must have shrunk in the wash. And when she catches a glimpse of herself in a window, she looks right past her reflection, completely unaware. She’s always been this way, happily living in her body without ever really noticing it.

The story will follow her journey over several months at the office, where someone you starts to gently and persistently encourage her to gain weight. Since she doesn’t keep track of her size, she won’t even realize the gradual changes happening. She’ll just accept the extra snacks, the larger portions, and the second helpings with a smile. When you surprise her with a milkshake "just because," she’ll beam with gratitude. She’ll struggle a bit with buttons and zippers but will simply find creative ways to make them work. Each week, she’ll fill her chair a little more, completely oblivious to the changes around her.

For the Feeders, there are 3 options, you can play any one or how ever many you want, but do let me know which role you want to play as.

The Boss/CEO

Cold, calculating, and always impeccably dressed, this executive runs the company with a quiet precision that’s hard to miss. They quickly picked up on Amber's obliviousness and saw a golden opportunity. With a patient and methodical approach, they orchestrate her growth like a well-planned business strategy—think catered meetings, "employee appreciation" gift baskets, and private lunches behind closed doors. They speak softly and observe intently, finding satisfaction in watching their investment flourish.

The Coworker

Friendly, outgoing, and seemingly harmless, this person occupies the cubicle next to Amber. They’re the go-to for office snacks, the one who always extends lunch invitations, and the person who has an extra cookie to share. But beneath that cheerful facade lies a quiet obsession; they notice every strained button, every tighter skirt, and every inch Amber gains. To Amber, they’re just her best work friend.

The Office Manager

Efficient, nurturing, and subtly controlling, this person is the backbone of the office, handling everything behind the scenes. They order supplies, manage the break room, and approve furniture requests. They "look out" for Amber by providing extra snacks and "accidentally" ordering larger uniforms. They’re the first to notice when she needs a bigger chair and the first to quietly requisition it, taking private satisfaction in supporting her growth.

Hopefully this peaks your interest, and feel free to reach out, even if we lost touch while rping.

Hey there! I'm on the lookout for a long-term RP partner who’s up for a detailed, slow-burn feederism storyline set in a cosy office. I’m excited to play Amber, a sweet and slightly ditzy 25 year old with short, silky black hair and a naturally soft, curvy figure.

What’s really interesting about Amber is that is very much a air head and clumsy, she doesn't care when her belly brushes against her desk, she’ll casually scoot her chair back without a second thought. If her clothes feel a bit tight, she assumes they must have shrunk in the wash. And when she catches a glimpse of herself in a window, she looks right past her reflection, completely unaware. She’s always been this way, happily living in her body without ever really noticing it.

The story will follow her journey over several months at the office, where someone you starts to gently and persistently encourage her to gain weight. Since she doesn’t keep track of her size, she won’t even realize the gradual changes happening. She’ll just accept the extra snacks, the larger portions, and the second helpings with a smile. When you surprise her with a milkshake "just because," she’ll beam with gratitude. She’ll struggle a bit with buttons and zippers but will simply find creative ways to make them work. Each week, she’ll fill her chair a little more, completely oblivious to the changes around her.

For the Feeders, there are 3 options, you can play any one or how ever many you want, but do let me know which role you want to play as.

The Boss/CEO

Cold, calculating, and always impeccably dressed, this executive runs the company with a quiet precision that’s hard to miss. They quickly picked up on Amber's obliviousness and saw a golden opportunity. With a patient and methodical approach, they orchestrate her growth like a well-planned business strategy—think catered meetings, "employee appreciation" gift baskets, and private lunches behind closed doors. They speak softly and observe intently, finding satisfaction in watching their investment flourish.

The Coworker

Friendly, outgoing, and seemingly harmless, this person occupies the cubicle next to Amber. They’re the go-to for office snacks, the one who always extends lunch invitations, and the person who has an extra cookie to share. But beneath that cheerful facade lies a quiet obsession; they notice every strained button, every tighter skirt, and every inch Amber gains. To Amber, they’re just her best work friend.

The Office Manager

Efficient, nurturing, and subtly controlling, this person is the backbone of the office, handling everything behind the scenes. They order supplies, manage the break room, and approve furniture requests. They "look out" for Amber by providing extra snacks and "accidentally" ordering larger uniforms. They’re the first to notice when she needs a bigger chair and the first to quietly requisition it, taking private satisfaction in supporting her growth.

Hopefully this peaks your interest, and feel free to reach out, even if we lost touch while rping.

You recognize my visage. In this industry, I am a well-known figure. I am the food critic notorious for shutting down establishments. Family-run diners, quaint kitchens operated by passionate individuals, charming bistros sustained by dreams and debts I have brought them all to their knees. I stroll in, order one of everything on the menu, and by dawn, my review is published, leaving yet another aspiration in ruins. At this point, it has become almost monotonous.

Your establishment was destined to be next. Just another entry on my extensive list.

However, when I took my seat and you approached my table, you did not appear intimidated. Instead, you regarded me as if you had been anticipating my arrival. It felt as though I was the one being served. That should have been my first clue.

Then the food arrived. And it was... nothing short of extraordinary. Unbelievably delicious. I found myself unable to stop eating, unable to suppress my delight. My notes became smudged with sauce, my pen rolled off the table, and I didn’t even bother to retrieve it. I simply continued to reach for more, plate after plate, while you observed from the kitchen with a serene, knowing smile.

I entered with the intention of destroying you. Yet, midway through my fourth serving, with my buttons straining and my breath shallow, utterly captivated by whatever you had crafted, I came to the realization that I am not the hunter in this scenario. I am merely a woman who has finally bitten off more than she can handle, and you? You are still presenting more dishes.

I am searching for someone to turn the tables on me. Perhaps this was your plan all along. Maybe you recognized an opportunity and seized it. You could be the proprietor who has long awaited this moment, the audacious chef who believes he can conquer me through my own cravings, or simply a line cook who excels at delivering poetic justice. Regardless of your role, you are determined to fill me to the brim until I can no longer articulate a single word, leaving me with only a contented sigh as my review.

DM me with your character. Share who you are and what culinary masterpiece you would create to bring me to my knees.

You recognize my visage. In this industry, I am a well-known figure. I am the food critic notorious for shutting down establishments. Family-run diners, quaint kitchens operated by passionate individuals, charming bistros sustained by dreams and debts I have brought them all to their knees. I stroll in, order one of everything on the menu, and by dawn, my review is published, leaving yet another aspiration in ruins. At this point, it has become almost monotonous.

Your establishment was destined to be next. Just another entry on my extensive list.

However, when I took my seat and you approached my table, you did not appear intimidated. Instead, you regarded me as if you had been anticipating my arrival. It felt as though I was the one being served. That should have been my first clue.

Then the food arrived. And it was... nothing short of extraordinary. Unbelievably delicious. I found myself unable to stop eating, unable to suppress my delight. My notes became smudged with sauce, my pen rolled off the table, and I didn’t even bother to retrieve it. I simply continued to reach for more, plate after plate, while you observed from the kitchen with a serene, knowing smile.

I entered with the intention of destroying you. Yet, midway through my fourth serving, with my buttons straining and my breath shallow, utterly captivated by whatever you had crafted, I came to the realization that I am not the hunter in this scenario. I am merely a woman who has finally bitten off more than she can handle, and you? You are still presenting more dishes.

I am searching for someone to turn the tables on me. Perhaps this was your plan all along. Maybe you recognized an opportunity and seized it. You could be the proprietor who has long awaited this moment, the audacious chef who believes he can conquer me through my own cravings, or simply a line cook who excels at delivering poetic justice. Regardless of your role, you are determined to fill me to the brim until I can no longer articulate a single word, leaving me with only a contented sigh as my review.

DM me with your character. Share who you are and what culinary masterpiece you would create to bring me to my knees.

Hedonia, the goddess of indulgence, was never one for plotting or scheming. She simply wanted to be left in peace, enjoying her secluded paradise where rivers flowed with spiced wine and trees were laden with fruits that sparked sweet memories. She preferred solitude, steering clear of the endless squabbles of the celestial court, content to revel in her own little world of private pleasures. With her soft, ample form and insatiable yet self-contained appetites, she posed no threat to anyone.

But then the Pantheon stumbled upon her little secret: she could eat endlessly without ever feeling full. What started as mere curiosity quickly morphed into a solution for their overflowing vaults, stuffed with failed creations, mountains of offerings, and oceans of spoiled ambrosia. Instead of threats, they approached her with sweet-talking deals. They offered to feed her their cosmic leftovers in exchange for showering her with every heavenly delight imaginable. Hedonia, ever the peacemaker, simply went along with it.

And so it continued, the trickle of offerings turning into a relentless flood. Her already generous figure expanded into vast, pale hills of flesh that pressed against the walls of her sanctuary. Now, she finds herself permanently seated on a throne of polished marble, too large to move, her limbs lost beneath the weight of her own body. A golden automaton tirelessly feeds her the universe's scraps, while divine machines bombard her with waves of forced ecstasy. She feels no pain, nor does she hunger. Instead, she exists in her realm, experiencing Gluttony and Hedonism not as joy, but as an unending, mechanical cycle. And somewhere, beneath the layers of bliss, a part of her still longs for the quiet of her grove.

Hey thanks for reading it all, if this idea seem like something you would want to take part in, send me a text, explaining what kind of Goddess(es)/God(s), you would play as, and include the word heavenly hunger somewhere in the text. And if we somehow stopped talking feel free to reach out again, thanks!

Hedonia, the goddess of indulgence, was never one for plotting or scheming. She simply wanted to be left in peace, enjoying her secluded paradise where rivers flowed with spiced wine and trees were laden with fruits that sparked sweet memories. She preferred solitude, steering clear of the endless squabbles of the celestial court, content to revel in her own little world of private pleasures. With her soft, ample form and insatiable yet self-contained appetites, she posed no threat to anyone.

But then the Pantheon stumbled upon her little secret: she could eat endlessly without ever feeling full. What started as mere curiosity quickly morphed into a solution for their overflowing vaults, stuffed with failed creations, mountains of offerings, and oceans of spoiled ambrosia. Instead of threats, they approached her with sweet-talking deals. They offered to feed her their cosmic leftovers in exchange for showering her with every heavenly delight imaginable. Hedonia, ever the peacemaker, simply went along with it.

And so it continued, the trickle of offerings turning into a relentless flood. Her already generous figure expanded into vast, pale hills of flesh that pressed against the walls of her sanctuary. Now, she finds herself permanently seated on a throne of polished marble, too large to move, her limbs lost beneath the weight of her own body. A golden automaton tirelessly feeds her the universe's scraps, while divine machines bombard her with waves of forced ecstasy. She feels no pain, nor does she hunger. Instead, she exists in her realm, experiencing Gluttony and Hedonism not as joy, but as an unending, mechanical cycle. And somewhere, beneath the layers of bliss, a part of her still longs for the quiet of her grove.

Hey thanks for reading it all, if this idea seem like something you would want to take part in, send me a text, explaining what kind of Goddess(es)/God(s), you would play as, and include the word heavenly hunger somewhere in the text. And if we somehow stopped talking feel free to reach out again, thanks!

Hedonia, the goddess of indulgence, was never one for plotting or scheming. She simply wanted to be left in peace, enjoying her secluded paradise where rivers flowed with spiced wine and trees were laden with fruits that sparked sweet memories. She preferred solitude, steering clear of the endless squabbles of the celestial court, content to revel in her own little world of private pleasures. With her soft, ample form and insatiable yet self-contained appetites, she posed no threat to anyone.

But then the Pantheon stumbled upon her little secret: she could eat endlessly without ever feeling full. What started as mere curiosity quickly morphed into a solution for their overflowing vaults, stuffed with failed creations, mountains of offerings, and oceans of spoiled ambrosia. Instead of threats, they approached her with sweet-talking deals. They offered to feed her their cosmic leftovers in exchange for showering her with every heavenly delight imaginable. Hedonia, ever the peacemaker, simply went along with it.

And so it continued, the trickle of offerings turning into a relentless flood. Her already generous figure expanded into vast, pale hills of flesh that pressed against the walls of her sanctuary. Now, she finds herself permanently seated on a throne of polished marble, too large to move, her limbs lost beneath the weight of her own body. A golden automaton tirelessly feeds her the universe's scraps, while divine machines bombard her with waves of forced ecstasy. She feels no pain, nor does she hunger. Instead, she exists in her realm, experiencing Gluttony and Hedonism not as joy, but as an unending, mechanical cycle. And somewhere, beneath the layers of bliss, a part of her still longs for the quiet of her grove.

Hey thanks for reading it all, if this idea seem like something you would want to take part in, send me a text, explaining what kind of Goddess(es)/God(s), you would play as, and include the word heavenly hunger somewhere in the text. And if we somehow stopped talking feel free to reach out again, thanks!

Hedonia, the goddess of indulgence, was never one for plotting or scheming. She simply wanted to be left in peace, enjoying her secluded paradise where rivers flowed with spiced wine and trees were laden with fruits that sparked sweet memories. She preferred solitude, steering clear of the endless squabbles of the celestial court, content to revel in her own little world of private pleasures. With her soft, ample form and insatiable yet self-contained appetites, she posed no threat to anyone.

But then the Pantheon stumbled upon her little secret: she could eat endlessly without ever feeling full. What started as mere curiosity quickly morphed into a solution for their overflowing vaults, stuffed with failed creations, mountains of offerings, and oceans of spoiled ambrosia. Instead of threats, they approached her with sweet-talking deals. They offered to feed her their cosmic leftovers in exchange for showering her with every heavenly delight imaginable. Hedonia, ever the peacemaker, simply went along with it.

And so it continued, the trickle of offerings turning into a relentless flood. Her already generous figure expanded into vast, pale hills of flesh that pressed against the walls of her sanctuary. Now, she finds herself permanently seated on a throne of polished marble, too large to move, her limbs lost beneath the weight of her own body. A golden automaton tirelessly feeds her the universe's scraps, while divine machines bombard her with waves of forced ecstasy. She feels no pain, nor does she hunger. Instead, she exists in her realm, experiencing Gluttony and Hedonism not as joy, but as an unending, mechanical cycle. And somewhere, beneath the layers of bliss, a part of her still longs for the quiet of her grove.

Hey thanks for reading it all, if this idea seem like something you would want to take part in, send me a text, explaining what kind of Goddess(es)/God(s), you would play as, and include the word heavenly hunger somewhere in the text. And if we somehow stopped talking feel free to reach out again, thanks!