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I want to know what kind of food or specific dishes makes you aroused and want to eat beyond limits for me is mostly cheesecake, asado, fried chicken. But i want to try if i can handle more with the knowledge about others who also adore to eat.

This bunny has been eating too much carrot cake and holiday treats 🤭 Wanted to take more pics, but it looks like I’m running out of time and being busy 😅

Chapter 1 Three went in. None came out. They should have known better to enter a witch's grove. Neephree, Hexra, and Eevi were three well seasoned adventurers coming down from the peak of success. The three had plundered tombs of the Banefire king, been in and out of the Cavern's of Carnage, and scooped gold up by the handfuls from the well of wealth. All three were well trained, well equipped, and well prepared for any number of threats. After-all, one does not make it this far without accumulating some level of power. Which makes their demise all the more... interesting? Who would think what they thought to be an uninhabited grove would have been their end? Neephree looked down at her map, checking and double checking, her fluffy white catlike ears twitching about playfully as she did, "I think it's the place? The peak of peace can be seen on the horizon over there, well of youth a few miles o'er there," she remarked as she craned the map about - thinking perhaps a different angle would afford her a better view as her slit feline eyes winced at it. "Neephree, must you look at the map from forty different angles before determining a direction," short Hexra reached up, lazily gesturing her free hand without a staff in palm towards her half-feline companion, "Here, here - hand the thing over," she let out a tired sigh. "N'yo way!" The feline protested, white tail stuck out at a sharp angle through the hole in her cured oily black leather armor, "Eevi promised me I'd navigate us this time. Said we'd do better to work better if we learned all skills!" She kicked up a fuss, stamping her feet against the crunch of the brown dead leaves. Hexra let out a lazy sigh, reaching to her belt for her little purple tinted flask and brought it to her plush lips taking a small swig, "oh dear, oh my, oh goddess," she muttered between small sips of the bitter fluid, "I'm amazed Falsi bestowed you the title 'walker of shadows' when you are so..." she shook her head as she parsed through her wide vocabulary for a more agreeable term to describe her companion, "... Lively..." Of-course, this little fuss on Neephree's part was anything but genuine as the other gently scolded her. A blush lightly formed on her tanned face, a smirk growing as one of her fangs became visible, "Well as the holder of the title of walker of shadows I'd be doin' a dishonor to Falsi being so noisy. Thankfully not all noise is 'bad' noise," she suddenly had the purple tinted flask in hand while the other had the map in hand. Through deft sleight of hand, borderline sorcery, she had swapped the items. She took a swig as celebration, "Bottoms up!" She rolled her violet hues in response to being easily swindled by her sly friend, "You are hopelessly conniving," she pouted in an exaggerated manner before looking down to the map they were having a bit of a scuffle over before a playful, stern voice called on out. "Only you two could fight over a map when the destination is the blooming grove in the middle of a dead forest right before you!" Eevi sauntered on forward, obsidian half plates hugging her thinly muscled framed, "I looked the entrance over. Not a soul and it appears like the place is untouched - looks like we'll be plundering the riches of a dead witch today ladies." Neephree was always taken by Eevi's rousing little speeches as she pumped a fist in the air, "Riches!" she chirped. The tiny sorceress was not so easily excited as she thoughtfully stroked a finger through her silky violet hair, "Oh? Well, we should take precautions against curses, hexes, and what not. Would be most shameful to fall victim to one," she shot a catty glance at Neephree who was still helping herself to the rest of her hard drink, "Seems this one needs to be taught a lesson to not so easily take from a sorceress," she casually crossed her middle over her index finger, ran it in a crescent like motion through the air, while muttering the sorcerous word lowly, "inpleo..." The half-feline ran a hand over her thin belly as a burp escaped her lips, "Hexra...?" She innocently muttered, "Are you the one making me feel all bubbly?" thankfully her midriff was exposed showing off her flat tummy, which had slightly curved outwards, allowing for no restrictions as it grew, "Is this going to be like the titty spell? You wouldn't take it off me for weeks!" Hexra paid no attention to the protests of the bubbling feline and looked over to Eevi whose hair matched that of snow, "A working example of the dangers of taking from spell weavers, the feline took my flask and took a swig which allowed me to easily hex her with a bloat-curse. Given time... perhaps an hour... she will pop right open." "Pop!?" Neephree shouted in disbelief, a cat-like trill undercoating the yell, "Hey! Hey!" She glanced down at her belly which had pressed out in a fine, hard, curve as another belch escaped her lips Eevi's brow furrowed, looking most displeased, "Hexra, drop the curse..." she glanced over at the swelling cat girl, "Neephree, give her the flask back." Of-course, the cat held no hesitation to nearly slam the thing into Hexra, which the small sorceress slowly took a step back, a smugly assessing the damage thus far, "Oh, she has plenty of room to grow before she bursts wide open," she leaned forward, thick hips jutting out against her low-hemmed skirt, poking the belly of the feline as she took the flask back into hand, "I think I'll observe my work for a bit longer back at camp before sparing her..." she coldly stated, tones of friendship which coated her voice absent from earlier. Eevi took a deep breath in and out, letting out a slow sigh, knowing the sorceress was necessary despite her abrupt sadistic episodes, "Please make sure she is in fighting shape at dawn," she wandered on off, "I'm going to keep observing the perimeter. Get back to camp." Of-course, Neephree was not happy with this, not one bit. She planted a hand on her stomach rubbing it, "Hey! Hey! Eevi!?" Sadly, Eevi wandered off acting like she did not hear the pleas of the roguish companion. Hexra stepped in close, running her hands over the other's stomach, "What a lovely little curse..." she licked her lips, "How about we get you back to our tent and I get some oil on you... should delay your bursting by about another... hour or two..." Neephree let out a bit of a whimper as she was forced to comply feeling no choice in the matter. ... unfortunatly, and sadly, this was not the only crueltly she would have to face at the hands of a sorceress in the coming days

You met this girl on one of the many dating apps. Her profile is a bubbly, athletic short girl. She likes to have fun with her friends. Traveled to cool places. It’s a party everywhere she goes. You swiped right, matched and instantly hit it off together. Over the following weeks during COVID lockdown, you Facetime with this cute, bubbly girl. The conversations are great. Lots in common. Never running out of conversation topics. One of the topics you guys always return back to is food, though. She loves food and you love that she loves food. The enthusiasm is infectious. The screen captured only her face and never went lower than her neckline. You agree to meet up once you both are fully vaxxed. Wonderful. You suggest sushi and she suggests this all you can eat sushi restaurant. You meet at the restaurant and seems like that athletic girl from the pictures is a very plump and round girl. During Covid-19 quarantine, she gained 50 pounds and she hid it from you to shield herself from judgement. The restaurant is reservation only so you make the reservation in your name. You arrive first. The hostess, a skinny 19 year old conventionally attractive blonde girl, asks if you’ll be dining alone. You say no, table for two. You’ll be joined by a date soon enough. The hostess walks you to a free table at the very back of the restaurant. In idle chit chat walking across the room, you show her a picture of your date, short 5’2” athletic woman, asking the hostess to point your date in the direction of your table. She assures you that she will do just that. The Lunch Rush is on and the restaurant is getting busy. Your phone buzzes. SOMETHING IS WRONG. The hostess wont let your date through unless she has a reservation or is meeting someone already seated. She gives your name but the hostess doesn’t believe her. You walk up to the hostess station and confront the situation. Your date doesn’t look like quite like she does her dating profile pictures. She was MUCH smaller in her pictures. Your date looks the same except she has gained weight from her pre quarantine pictures. A LOT OF WEIGHT. The hostess is totally embarrassed. She thought your date was someone else, someone thinner. You are shocked by this transformation. Mesmerized. Taken in by the hypnotic quality of your date’s new curves. You understand now why you like it. You always brought back the conversations to food. You don’t judge her. Quite the opposite. You bashfully admit her appetite is a turn on. In past conversations about food, it turned you on that she had a big appetite. 

You can’t look away from her. she wears black leggings and a black top that makes her like a chubby Sandy from Grease. She jiggles with every step towards the buffet. Still unsure to take you at your word, she fills up her plate that is simply just a sad excuse of proportions. She is trying to eat like a bird. You tease her about this followed with encouragement to get more, it’s all you can eat after all. You barely sit down and she is already chowing down furiously. “You must have been starving!’’, you say. She bashfully admits that she already had two meals that day. First and second breakfast. Hot. This girl can put it away alright. This puts a question in your mind. How much can she eat? Can that limit be pushed if she really wants to go there? Can you give her that permission to give into her latent desires? After finishing her plate, she pretends to be full. You don’t buy it. You walk with her to the buffet. After asking her what looks good, she picks out the food that look the tastiest. You place the food on her plate, look her in the eyes, and tell her we’re not leaving until you finish this plate. She can’t help but blush. The wine flows. Food devoured. You have no problem showering her in compliments. You get turned on more and more she stuffs her plump pretty face. Her plate is finished. She can’t believe she ate that much. Her leggings grow tight around the midsection. You ask her if she is feeling full. She pauses and says “kinda”. Bingo. You pick up her plate. Walk over to the buffet. Hand her her final plate with the same proportions as before. You push the plate filled with yummy and delicious food on it towards her. Smile. Say, “you’re pretty when you eat.” She looks at the food. A voice in her tells her no but she is feeling rebellious. Fuck it. She gives in. Desire wins that round. There is no going back.

Just wanted to get on here and say hey! I’m Alex, I’ve been gaining for over a year now and absolutely LOVE my curves. When I get enough points I’ll be modelling on here soon and I can’t wait! Hope you guys check me out here and elsewhere , everywhere is @bbwkofshadows ! 🥰

A pic of me about to get ready to go out. I swear these pajamas fit a week ago 😱😅 Hope everyone has a great Friday night!

Hello everyone ! My name is French Piggy Romi. I'm26 french feedee girl. I gained weight accidentally and at the same time i meet my actual feeder. So now i discover the feederism world and i love it. Thats why i decided to sharing this new journeywith all of us! I will post contents here of me and my feeder. Hope you will enjoy this new adventure with me 🐷😘 Important question : Would you like to see content of me feeding a feedee i found here in france ? Like videos ?

Would anybody be able to help identify who this is? initals are VT and a partial insta user is @_et.tran. This is thread any help is appreciated

Felt like taking some pictures to share with y’all before bed 🥰 I’ve been feeling so plump and beautiful today

So, most of this probably isn’t relevant, but I’m going to write this just in case, as background information. My girlfriend and I have been dating for seven months now, we met in person as friends but we live a long way away from each other, so since we started dating, we’ve been dating long distance the whole time, and I am partially blind while she is fully blind. I told her about my preference for fat girls in December, and as expected, she seemed kind of confused about it (admittedly, I could have done a better job, I was just nervous). We’ve talked about it a couple of times since then, but it seems like she’s accepted it for the most part. An important point that I forgot to mention is that she’s 5’ 1” (1.47m) and 105lbs (48kg). Originally when we met, based on what I could see plus a handful of times that I accidentally ran into her, I had thought that she was kind of chubby, but nope. So, here’s the thing. She has told me that she doesn’t care about her weight in the slightest, and has even mentioned that she’s kind of jealous of one of my exes that I’ve told her about, because she was 300lbs (136kg). There are two things holding her back from gaining, from what I can tell. First, she has the strangest appetite. Some days, she can eat a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a soda and still be hungry. Other days, however, she just eats a granola bar and that keeps her full all day long. She frequently skips meals, in her own words, out of sheer laziness. The other thing holding her back, though, seems to be the bigger barrier. She is really, really a perfectionist. From my understanding, to her, the fact that to me her appearance isn’t perfect really upsets her. To the point where she would rather just not address it than face it and concede that she could improve herself in my eyes. To clarify, I love her. I love her as she is, I love her for who she is. I think that she is beautiful as she is (especially since she has a surprisingly large double chin for a girl her size). Currently, I don’t plan to raise the topic again until it comes up naturally. My philosophy on it is that we’re long distance right now anyway, so it’s not worth upsetting her about it. All that I can do is to keep calling her beautiful and giving her compliments to boost her self esteem. But I mean, I know that I have no right to dictate how she looks or anything ridiculous like that. It’s just that, y’know, I can help but imagine her a hundred pounds heavier. So... Even though I don’t think I’m going to take action any time soon, does anyone have any advice or opinions?

Hello Curvage, I uhh have been a long time lurker I suppose, and I figured that I should finally contribute something of my own! Since I have started writing stories on Deviant Art, I have a one off to share here, and if anyone wants to read more, feel free to go to my Deviant Art 'Jokermoon'. I generally write League of Legends related fanfic on the chance you have ever played the game. Slow Work Week Day 1: Caitlyn found herself on top of a building lining a street on the outer stretches of Piltover, not too terribly far from the city wharfs, it was this point that she intended to use to stake-out a low price hotel regularly rented out as an exclusive 'gentleman's club'. The good sheriff had been on a case for the better part of the last three months figuring out the group behind a series of recent high profile murders, it led her here, but now she needed to simply be patient and wait to mark down with her keen eyesight everyone that entered and left the building, she had a good high spot, and surrounded by rooftop shrubbery she was provided even more cover. What Caitlyn failed to consider however was that she was used to actively being on a case, just waiting sitting in one spot for hours was the pinnacle of boring... she was no adrenaline junkie, but even she could feel how this could all just wear away at you, hmm, thank the Gods Caitlyn never had to work behind a desk. Cue 5 hours later and Caitlyn found out the worst part of the whole ordeal, the rumble of a very hungry stomach, perhaps she could go through her pack and have at one of those handmade yordle traps? "Hmm, I never realized just how good these are."Day 27: Caitlyn sat back down on that chair she had grown very accustomed to as of late and prepared for yet another day of her task, though last night there was a bust of a handful of men that she had spotted herself by other peacekeepers of the city government, hearing of the fact that her efforts after all this time were in fact not in vain was a major morale boost. Ofcourse there were other things that happened before that indicated she was of use, else she wouldn't have been staring at a building all day for a month, but those were just info leads and some arrests that seemed to only bring the whole law enforcement case further down a rabbit hole, this was the first case of actual serious progress, and that was satisfying, almost as satisfying as the glazed chocolate covered donut Caitlyn found stuffed down her gullet in three bites. That was a joke, of course Caitlyn cared about the law and putting criminals away then a snack, the whole getting into the donut culture and trying out the local shop and every flavor was just an added bonus to her spending all day up on a rooftop, she after all had more then enough spare time while also doing her job. There was also an element of necessity because making her yordle traps was too time consuming for work days, and she had come to eat her way through her entire supply quite quickly, a fact not lost on anyone who saw Caitlyn considering the potbelly she sported that actively bulged both over and under the belt she wore around her middle. And that ** belly wasn't going anywhere but further out with the fact that she was bringing up a can of creme she used for her cupcakes and happily sucking down the nozzle.Day 50: "Zzzzzzzzz." Caitlyn sat on her back, belly up, and a great heaving belly it was, a fat gut that put an incredible stress on her poor old dress, hiking it up to the appoint of embarrassment in showing everyone a sliver of her knickers, and most notably causing her belt to audibly creak whenever she bent even the slightest as it left her belly forming rolls around it. She of course was supposed to be keeping an eye on the hotel across the street, but with the midday sun beating down on her, and a box of donuts emptied into her stomach, the proof of a sticky barren box still laying right by her side, she couldn't help but feel awfully sleepy, and thus she napped. She had to settle her belly somehow after all, if she didn't sleep then she wouldn't have been able to so readily ignore the pain of having eaten so much with no relief to her overstuffed belly thanks to the ridiculously undersized clothing that actively pinched down on her whole flabby body. The whole time her hex dispatcher was going off over a desperate call of assistance in a robbery and shootout, one frantic call, and then another, one after the other which themselves could serve to tell the whole tale of how it started, the holdup and the succeeding chase. 'Piltover's Finest' meanwhile was far too glutted to have been stirred from her rest, and was solidly still laying on her fat rear.Following Day: There was no keeping track of days on the stake-out anymore, Caitlyn was off the case, in fact her role as a peacekeeper for the city in general was suspended, Caitlyn was heart broken when the commissioner told her that she was simply too fat to function with her duties and that her neglect and 'disappearance' during service was not acceptable. There was no chance on all of runeterra though that she was just going to accept that and move on, she was an officer of the law god dammit and if she needed to lose weight, then so be it! To the gym she goes. Upon arriving at the Gym and undressing into workout clothes, the true gravity of what Caitlyn had done to herself was realized, both in terms of how much weight she had clearly gained, and of how all that additional weight absolutely impacted her ability to do anything in life, she struggled to undress herself, all of those belts were squeezing her like a vice and trying their darnedest to hold back the fat of her arms and legs that were nothing but pure vanilla pudding. Now, this wasn't the first time she had literally noticed, any one who would have run into her would have noticed the lack of her classic choker, it simply had become too uncomfortable with the plumpness that even her chin had gained, it made a snug fit become just a bit too much for her to comfortably continue her day with. Now she got to look at herself in a locker room mirror with nothing but track pants, workout shoes that felt tight from even her feet fattening up a bit, and a white tanktop that failed to contain the massive lower roll of her belly with both her gut and over blown tits pushing out at the lacking material, her plump ham arms were also prominently on display.She tried her hardest at working out, she really did, she had all the motivation in the world to lose weight and get back into crime fighting shape, but incredible transformation into a glutton aside that would itself make this all the more difficult a goal, she also realized that her fitness had completely dissipated from her, though to be fair, she was always skinny with some knowledge of how to defend herself as opposed to actual athleticism, so she would be lying to herself somewhat to pretend she was any sort of capable gym rat two months ago. But now that wasn't a seemingly feasibly possibility with how flabby arms failed to be able to lift even the lightest weight for more then a couple of reps, her efforts at stretching between exercises felt clumsy, situps and jumping jacks were impossible, the treadmill left her gasping for air and sucking down a gallon of water, a burn at her side to match that of her shame in how everyone around her viewed her. Caitlyn only hoped to herself that her long purple locks didn't give away her identity to the other gym goers around her, but plenty of them suspected and were shocked, not that they needed that piece of information to have reason to stare, who could ignore a heaving near obese gut bouncing up and down while some fatty tries to jog? Caitlyn had tried and now she felt thoroughly dejected and in need of just going home and looking back over things, seeing how she could take things slower.Thankfully the time of day just wasn't really one where the place was exceptionally full or more importantly taking in many people or having many people leave, the sheriff the only one in the female locker room at the time, something that she desperately needed for her self morale. Athletic wear being sled off her plumped up form with enough jiggle to be mistaken for a platter of jello, sweating from just getting down to her absurdly tiny panties, and ofcourse no bra to be worn, just stuffing those melons into a tight dress that had to be actively pulled at from the bottom to get it on. Then came the part that Caitlyn actively dreaded, one could immediately see the scowl upon her chubby face as she started working on those belts, squeezing down on her own fat since she knew that was the only way she would manage to fit them even at their loosest, and ofcourse the main belt, that felt like a garter it pinched her waist so much, she had to take a deep breath to fit it, and she started to fear what would happen if exhaled too fast. But low and behold she managed to dress herself, she needed some new clothes and fast, but that choice felt like it would be giving in, a show of defeat, regardless she put her large and loud purple cap on her head and head out, duffel bag lugged along.What she saw next though was her opportunity, a mere moment of finding herself out on the brick road, some poor woman in a robe was screaming from the ground, clearly knocked aside by some rapscallion running off with an assumed purse of some sort, one that evidently didn't belong to him. Caitlyn had been lying on the locker room bench for long enough to gain her wind back even if that stamina pool was limited, and she knew that she could still do her job and catch criminals, no matter her size! If she would ever prove it, it would be now, not just to prove herself to the force as still capable, but also to herself, because some doubts were starting to enter Caitlyn's mind and she didn't like that one bit, she didn't want to be haunted by self loathing, this was what she was always meant to be, a law giver of the force, even if she had put on a hundred pounds or two. She was quick to set to work, sprinting after the man and causing him to turn back slightly to see who was shouting at him to stop, he was an idiot and ran into a trash can which held him back a good few moments reeling in pain, enough time to let Caitlyn start to seriously close the distance, and realizing that he was about to get run over by some over fed stuffed up woman with a fire in her eyes, he set to run again, though not terribly far until a major road block and he looked instead to some scaffolding and a ladder to climb.Caitlyn was overjoyed at the fact that it seemed like she might actually get this man, even if through pure circumstance, but also came to realize that running felt a lot more strange when your thighs were so readily rubbing along eachother, adding a bit of a burning to her along her sides that reminded her of the gym, but she wasn't going to give up so easily, even if she felt like her outfit was strangling the life out of her. But so much quick movement, enough to equal the amount she had managed in the last week meant a stress test that her clothes was simply not ready to handle, that belt keeping her gut back just snapping under the weight of her flabby center jostling about so much, her dress to was quality enough to not rip and tear, but it was so ill fitting when not being held down to a dangerous degree by that old belt that it rode up to the point of not covering an inch of her belly in all of its glorious blubber. That blubber belly was free to bounce about as she let that leather belt fall behind to the ground, soon followed by the belts around her arms and legs that equally popped, unable to contain so much chub in motion, she was a nearly naked wreck with big purple panties free to be seen by everyone by the time she slammed against that scaffolding, slowing down her criminal significantly by knocking the first portion of it down, leaving him scrambling to the ground. Only a ramp was left for him to quickly regain his composure and make it back up, but now Caitlyn could actually follow him, though running up that wooden impromptu ramp sure left the crowd that formed in her wake with a view of a set of incredible butt cheeks with practically nowhere to go. The two of them up on scaffolding though proved dangerous, everyone of her steps a heavy shaking affair that made the whole structure seem about as ready to collapse as herself from how much her lungs wanted to give out. "I- huh huh huh, I-I demand you stop in.... th-the name of Piltover La-*CRASH*" Caitlyn tried to speak up as they slowed their running pace, only making herself labour more until it seemed the perp had no where to go, and then there was a whole lot of Sheriff coming down crashing onto him and straight through the ground to leave them in a rubble pile of plywood. "Hmm, I still got it."

Hi guys, I'd like to introduce you a friend of mine, who as the title says, she started gaining weight after having a surgery, she just spend her time in bed snacking. Lately she found a big pleasure eating until being so full. She would like to continue gaining weight but she is a little insecure, what do you think? She'll see your thoughts