#male feeder

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wishfulfeedee:

Feed me until my old friends won’t recognize me

My belly is really one huge roll. It’s crazy how it snaps back into place like that tho

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

hugebellies28:

-To make my belly hang over my knees, and then eventually drag along the floor so it’s out of my reach, covered in stretchmarks and infinite rolls

-To condition me to cum from being stuffed so I always need to be filled to cum

-To make me too fat to masturbate so I’m reliant on them or just trying to hump my own flesh to feel something 

-To make use of all the new rolls and folds of fat they’ve added to me, fucking them instead of my pussy and making sure I’m trained to get pleasure from that

-To not let me stop gaining until I’m as big as they want me, even if I resist, because they want me to look like a circus fat lady 

-To make me so huge I’m forced to waddle around when I can still move, every part of me jiggling just for their enjoyment and amusement, out of breath and sweaty just from walking across the room

-To only be allowed to wear clothes that are slightly too small and be forbidden from doing anything that tries to hide my fat from view, if my belly doesn’t stay in my shirt I’ll have to just let it show, every humiliating inch of cellulite-ridden flab visible

-To be made to display my gluttony for all to see in public whenever my feeder wants, eating enough for 5 people and putting my body on display in crop tops and tight shorts

-To be tied down and force fed with a funnel if I’m not cooperative, because I’m going to keep getting fatter whether I want to or not. 

-To be forced to eat until I can barely move and have to use a scooter to get around, especially in public so everyone can see the consequences of what I’ve done to myself

-To make fun of me and humiliate me as much as possible so I can never forget what I’ve become, a waddling wheezing blob of lard whose only purpose is to get fatter and fatter

Need to have this in my life…

bellyburstingbros:

flowerpowertum:

Does anyone else eat so much at buffets that they have to push the seatbelt below their tummy on the way home?

This doesn’t sound like something a “feeder” would say, does it?

Looks like someone lost control, and knows there’s no going back.

Feeders can eat dessert for breakfast right? No? Well maybe you’re on to something…

Does anyone else eat so much at buffets that they have to push the seatbelt below their tummy on the way home?

Who wants to make a total pig out of me? Moan and grunt as I eat constantly on all fours, so easy to put me in my place to just grow and fatten up for your pleasure like the pig I am. Take full control of my growth.

Sometimes I just gotta look at myself and think “Damn, I’m really huge when I think about it” but other times I feel small and not big enough, but honestly either way it’s hot cause I wanna do os grow bigger and bigger regardless, cause to to me what’s satisfying is the act of growing and what you gotta do to actually grow and fatten up and thats fucking hot, and how men also want me to grow, I get off to it as much as they do to my gains. Goes both ways and I’m enjoying it all, in the end I’m only meant to grow to satisfy your needs, to watch me balloon up and fill out to get you off. I’m a pig and not afraid to admit it, to have a man have control and power over my belly, knowing I cant control my appetite and urge to grow to get the best of me and they know that can use that against me for their own benefits, use me as you experimental pig, feed me and fatten me up to the way you like and what pleases you. Just a good growing pig here

Made a Tumblr+ for those who wanna help fund more food for this growing fat boy. Will be posting short clips weekly and will also be posting full length videos of me either showing off my appetite and/or belly play videos bi-weekly on top of that and will only be available here. For my dedicated fans that can’t quite afford my patreon. Thank you all for the support no matter what way it may be.

No idea how I got here. Just woke up tied to a chair. Maybe a hotel guest decided I was their next victim, befor I knew it I was being forced to drink a thick creamy liquid, don’t know why he was doing it to me besides just to make me fat and he sure did. I couldn’t escape. I didn’t know what his intentions were, he didnt speak at all, just cold and merciless, like he enjoyed watching me chug thick heavy liquids to pack on weight for his own pleasure. I didn’t want to, but I had to, who knowns what he would’ve done to me if I didn’t, or what he would’ve done to my belly.

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