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Hey Everyone, I'm an emerging author of fat stories. Currently, I have some work out on Fantasy Feeder, and on Kindle/Kindle Unlimited. Unfortunately, I can't post my stories on here due to the Terms & Services of having my work enrolled on KDP select which, for me, is helpful in reaching a lot of new readers in international markets. But I've activated a free promotion on Amazon for the next 24 hours, which releases my first novella Perception Deception for free for anyone - not only Kindle Unlimited members. Thank you to all who can spare the time to give it a read! Description: Short. Petite. Thin. If she isn't my type, I won't swipe." After getting bored with his same-old-same-old sex life, 25-year-old f**kboi Harold decides to mix it up, downloading a new and advanced dating app called BLNDR ("It Blends, It Blinds!"). On it, he sees Camilla, a small-town girl who seems like his type "to a T", and he asks if she'd go on a date. Outside of BLNDR, he finds out his "small-town" girl isn't so "small". He knows he isn't into fat girls…or is he?" --------- Excerpt (10% of the novella): She catfished because she was desperate for a date. Tragic. I must show this pudge-pile a good night regardless of how revolting her obesity is. She chose me, and not only because I'm handsome, but because all women know I'm a cut above the rest. Harold nodded to himself, his chivalrous duty superseding his withering libido as the motivator of the night. "Hm," Camilla said, cocking her hip to the side as she swung her titanic weight from foot to foot. She flopped one drooping grain-sack arm across her chest, resting it on the crest of her belly's uppermost bulge. She nestled a plump hand into the creased crook of her elbow, the candy-apple red nails peeking out the other side. With her other hand, she placed a painted sausage to the corner of her mouth, thinking. "Something wrong, my dear?" Harold asked in his best impression of a man not on the verge of losing his sanity. "We-lll," she held the final syllable to collect her thoughts. "It's just that, and I'm NOT superficial, but you're much shorter than you said on your profile," she said while evaluating. Looking him up and down sent her sub-chins wobbling in mock affirmation of her assessment like a trio of doughy yes-men. Shifting her weight once more with an oceanic undulation across her body, she took a step toward Harold. Her gut was unyielding as it forced a sharp grunt from him. She leaned closer, pinning him against the counter, studying his face, her pursed painted lips red as a stop sign. At that moment, Harold realized with a rushing sense of dread that despite being a foot taller than her and in significantly better shape, she eclipsed him in physical stature. The pressure of her weight on him was a threat to his own ego, and regardless if it was another man or his own morbidly obese date, Harold wouldn't let anyone size him up and push him around. He glowered at her, twin twinkling jades buried in the fat folds, a jeering glint visible. She's testing me! Harold's mind reeled. How's a tub like her not intimidated by me? In Harold's expectations, validated by years of such experience, women yielded to his self-confidence, not challenged him. Of all the dates he had wined, dined, and enjoyed supine, no one had ever given him a look like Camilla did now—quiet dominance, which posed a challenge to the agreed-upon social hierarchy with Harold perched above all others. Harold tried to rise to his full height, intending to tower above Camilla and look down on her, but as he attempted to climb from his casual slouch on the counter, it forced him to grapple with an opponent far beyond his weight class: her gut. His arms trembled from the strain as he shoved against the veritable wall of flesh. What started with Harold hoping to gain leverage or relief, became a wrestling match in which his loss risked her fatness consuming him. Sickened by her sucking blubber and mortified to recognize that Camilla's crushing weight was more than he could lift, it humiliated him to submit to her. Her pressing folds on his chest forced him to lean further back on the counter, hoping to salvage his ribs and lungs from being crumpled under her heft, being forced to his ego behind to be crushed beneath her. Being rendered helpless as a rabbit in a wolf's jaw enraged him. Domination was as unfamiliar to him as diet soda was to her. His bulging eyes burned with a smoldering fury as they fixated on her taunting smirk bracketed by bulbous cheeks. Camilla met Harold's burning hateful eyes with her own calculating and dispassionate gaze. After a few moments, it calmed him, her focus somehow dousing his anger. Unperturbed by the exchange, she giggled, as light and resonant as a chime tinkling in a gentle breeze, and so concluded the tense exchange with an arbiter's finality. "You're cute, I'll give you that—little boy," the quip stressed with a long-lashed wink. She began steering her bulk in reverse. Harold felt the burn in his chest from having to hold his breath, but he still refused to suck the sweet, refreshing air his lungs howled to taste. To do so would show weakness, he decided, and thus he maintained a debonair smirk on his face while surreptitiously sucking in air from the corner of his mouth. His chest ached, but it was difficult to say which was more bruised from Camilla's display—his ribs or ego. Fat bitch! his mind screeched in rage. I underestimated this warthog. "Yes, well, I believe there may have been... misrepresentations on both parts in our profile, it's fair to say," Harold said from behind his teeth-shattering tight smile. Camilla quirked her head at Harold's words, wry amusement and curiosity flitted across her face. "Let's get something to eat. I'm starved after that movie," Camilla said without a trace of irony. Harold was gobsmacked. Taking her out to eat would disgust him, if not bankrupt him. But I have a duty, he reminded himself. "I can only imagine how hungry you must be," he said, clearing his throat before adding "wouldn't want you to waste away." Her reply was more musical laughter before swinging her bulk against him, throwing a massive wobbling cheek into his groin. "How thoughtful," she purred. "Harry, you're tall," she said, her tone carrying an undercurrent of mocking mirth. "Look over the crowd. Find the bathroom for me? If you can. I'm so short and petite that I couldn't make it through this crowd on my own," she said, emphasizing with a staggering thrust of her butt that almost knocked him to the floor. "It's Harold," he corrected her with a terse edge behind his tight smile while trying to lean away from her quivering backside. "Let me find it for you," he said while stealing a sly peek to make sure she wasn't looking. Confident that her eyes were elsewhere, he stretched to his full height, leaning forward on his toes for the few extra inches he needed to see over the top of the packed lobby. Spotting the sign for the Women's room, he points over her head. "That way. Should I wait for you here?" he asked. With a final back-thrust into Harold followed by a gyrating shimmy of flesh, she takes her first laborious step forward. "I think you should go and, ahem, clean yourself up as well before dinner, Harry," she informs him. Her eyebrow cocked above a discerning emerald darting in Harold's direction. Mortified, he drops his heels flat to the ground, hoping that she didn't see his inability; but as she begins her slow shuffle off towards the bathroom, he realizes she wasn't looking at his feet. Aside from his height, his body had betrayed him in another, more unexpected, way. The bulge nudging against his zipper siphons the strength from his knees, and he rushes to the Men's room on wobbling uncertain legs to "adjust" himself. It could happen to anyone, he reassured himself. It was a lot of motion and stimulation down there, it wasn't because of her! He pleaded with himself to believe such logic, but a nagging suspicion couldn't be abated. Full Story - Perception Deception Other Works

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Greetings, Sweeties! It has been such an amazing journey getting started here, it felt about time to share more with you all about myself. My name is Alara, though some who approach me may call me Goddess or Mommy ✨ I am a confident, decisive young woman who hungers for every pleasure I can sink my teeth into. One of those greatest pleasures being food, and the stunning body food has built me! I am here to share those adventures, and celebrate my curves with you 💖 I have always been a big girl, fluctuating between 190lbs to 270lbs in my adult life after an obsession with dieting. Currently I'm thriving in the 220's range with no immediate plan to gain, but never say never 😘 It is a point of great joy to no longer count calories in either direction. There is so much more I can't wait to show you, but here's a taste 🖤

I’m not new to feedism, but I’m new to this site! I’m Goddess Nyx. Witch bitch. Dancer/entertainer. Domme. Tryna be a fat brat. Yes, I’m trying to gain. No, I don’t have a proper goal. I’m gonna gain till I’m happy. I have a medical condition that makes weight gain very hard for me. I tend to fluctuate a lot, but I’ve always loved stuffing at the very least. So if you’re wondering why this weird skinny girl is on here, that’s why. Always up for casual conversation if you come to me with respect. Rude behavior gets you blocked immediately. I do a lot of hucow/light pet play. Although I’m primarily dominant, I’m a switch with my feeder. Contrast is my favorite, and I’m hoping one day I’ll weigh more than him. I’ve gone from 99-ish to 112lbs in the last couple of months. Which is monumental for me. I’m extremely bottom heavy and I really like to throw my weight (ass) around when I’m being dominant. *Quick FYI— I’ve been vegetarian for ten years and I can be picky about certain foods sometimes. I actually don’t do weight gain “shakes” (I’ll have a milkshake here and there) because they’ve made me sick for days, even when I don’t chug them. I have a stomach condition similar to IBD, so with that being said— please don’t recommend really heavy dairy products! They may work for a lot but they don’t work for my gain. My feeder and I want to be careful because of my medical condition, plus I want to enjoy myself. Thanks for understanding! Talk to me, I don’t bite. 🤗🖤

As title reads, duh 21 m, 190Ibs in Chandler, AZ Open to anything feeder or feedee related, but tbh I'm leaning more feedee. Anyone local at all?

I’m a 30 year old male who has been a gym rate for a long time but also loves to eat..looking for a feeder to help push me into complete gluttony and fat abyss

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I’m a dominant feedee looking for a submissive feeder who won’t ever tell me no 😈

I’m in search of a submissive feeder that will NEVER tell me no. They should be able to provide food/$$$$ for whatever, whenever I need it. No exception. Apply within lol.

Hey everyone, I'm new here and saying hello. I'm excited to model . Show some love and support and say hello. ~SS

Cambridge UK Experienced domme looking for well groomed, intelligent submissive male above 25 years of age. Will accomodate most kinks, as long as you are submissive. Will do online sessions or IRL if you are in the area and willing to meet.

Hello everyone~ I originally posted my Links in the video section, but I think I should really post them here to introduce myself properly. I am a Curvy, Versatile Femdom. I have been told by many I have a sexy voice~ I specialize in findom and femdom hypnosis but I have also done things like productive hypnosis... and exhibition/humiliation hypnosis. 🤭 I am open to many things, and have had subs who were into sissification, watersports, CEI, CBT, Humiliation, and Behavioral conditioning. This community seems very welcoming. I hope I can find my place here. Enjoy~ ✨

Hello everyone, 🥰 I wanted to take this time to fully introduce myself. My name is Deladoom, I like being called Doom though, just feel like it matches me better lol. Right now I weigh about 280 pounds and I'm 5'10, so you can definitely say I'm a giantess. I have been plus size my whole life, but these last 3 years I have gained about 60 pounds. That's quite a lot considering how much I've had to engorge myself with to get here. Some of my favorite foods are cookies, cupcakes, cake, ice cream, milkshakes, popcorn, candy, donuts, pudding... etc lol. Basically, I LOVE sweets. Of course for my regular meals I enjoy Mexican, Italian, Chinese, Mediterranean.. all the foods with tons of carbs of course lol I have a few different kinks including being worshipped and served, but at the same time love to be spanked and tied up. I'm a soft Dom, meaning I enjoy giving my subs pleasure while they worship me and beg. I also enjoy edging my subs. I aim to please and don't like to push my subs to their limits, I'd rather have a more enjoyable relationship. Humiliation is fun to an extent, and only in private between us. If there is a need for punishment, it hurts me more than it hurts you. You could say I'm a softy and I love my subs hard. This account will mainly consist of eating, sitting plopped down on my fat ass, trying on clothes that are too tight, and of course sexy lingerie stuff. I hope I Cana fulfill your fantasies of your chubby, goth, femdom girlfriend. 🖤🐮 If you ever feel inclined to purchase anything for me off of my wishlist I would highly appreciate it 💜

Hi there! I'm Chrissy. You might recognize me from live cam or my years as a femdom content creator. Over the past two years I was hit by the quarantine weight gain like many and packed 70lbs onto my (formerly) petite 5'3" frame. Compare my size in the one picture before my weight gain. I am a feeder myself and will be posting lots of updates about my weight gain and showing off my newly plus sized body.

I'm new here! Never done a stuffing video but I plan on it soon! Let me know what you guys wanna see!

This is from my story about breast/butt weightgain - a departure from my other 'full on' weightgain works, but I hope you enjoy (bit of a slow burn for the first 3 chapters, be warned) The Satanus Dominion By Haby Haby Bassier Prologue They did not sleep; sleep would be too generous a term for their state. There was no thought, no dreaming. They merely…existed. Stored information. Memories. Experience. Desires. Desires most of all. It was not desire that had led them to this oubliette of bleak continuation though; it was necessity. Fate had turned against them, robbing them of the life and joy they had once known. All of the beautiful things that they had created were gone. Their time was past. Their world was dead. But nothing was inevitable; nothing preordained. If they had been capable of thinking even just one thing, feeling just one mote of sensation in the inert crystal lattices which preserved them, they would have hoped. Hoped that somewhere out there in all the vastness that they had paid very little attention to in life, something might still endure. Something that might one day, across near-infinite reaches of time and space, find them. Something that might save them. Perhaps it was a mercy that they could not hope then, for without hope there could be no disappointment. But there could be no triumph, either. As faint vibrations disturbed the crystalline prisons where they lay in dust, darkness and vacuum, they were in no way aware that their stubborn existence had turned out not to be in vain, after all. But they would be…. Chapter 1: Xenoarchaeology “Site beta nineteen, Wotan Ceti Two, exploration log. Sonic analysis is confirmed. Today drill three broke into a previously sealed chamber. Given its depth, it represents construction in the final stages of civilisation, when their technology was at its greatest. Most likely immediately preceding the event. Drone survey reveals extensive cavity space inside, partially still sealed off. Tunnel is being secured. Will commence in-person exploration in ten hours.” Lydia closed off the vidlog and turned to her companions. "Anything else you want me to add?" "No, that will be enough for now. Once Explo hears about this they're going to get their ‘micromanage researchers one hundred and twenty six lightyears away’ vibe on. We keep it simple; they don't get enough information to jump down our throats just yet." Mission Captain Morrison was a large man, well-muscled, grey-haired and with a no-nonsense attitude to his crew, but they knew that he had their backs. This was especially useful when it came to dealing with the Allied Corporations Exploration Division (‘Explo’). Their central administration had a habit of being over-controlling whenever it could be. Fortunately, this most far-flung research expedition was one of the more difficult ones for them to pin down under their gaze or bend to their will. Following the invention of the Beckett drive (or as it was colloquially known, the mole drive), humanity finally had the means to spread amongst the stars, ushering in an age of exploration and expansion that would be considered ‘Golden’ by some - or ‘Utterly Chaotic’ by others. While the solar system had long been controlled by a cartel of the most powerful corporations that capitalism had ever produced, it had been at least a relatively peaceful status quo, eventually settling into the umbrella ‘Allied Corporations’ as internecine conflicts became less common and less enthusiastic. Of course, the AC controlled the new technology at first, as it was initially very expensive to use (not to mention occasionally unreliable in interestingly fatal ways), but as the horizons opened up, long suppressed channels of human initiative and creativity came to the fore. Designs were copied. Ships were hijacked or subverted. With a huge volume of space to hide in, fanatical cults and sub-factions of corporate interests began to sneak away in the metaphorical dead of night and establish secret holdings amongst the stars. All of this caused unease between the large players, each one jealously looking at the colonies the others had created, and suspecting their secret influence on many more clandestine ones. The current result was an increase of tension within the uneasy alliance of the big corporations, each of them putting substantial resources into covertly working against the others and trying to suppress or sabotage their efforts at colonisation, while promoting their own. As an inevitable result of this, budgets for collaborative works were reduced or neglected. This led to chronic underfunding and lack of interest in the Exploration Division, an inter-corporate body tasked with pushing the limits of human knowledge of the stars, and performing investigation of unusual phenomena on the boundaries of explored space. This indifference meant that, when a scout-ship returned unusual sensor readings from this otherwise unremarkable star two years ago, the big corporations were largely unconcerned. Even though these readings strongly indicated what appeared to be the first ever evidence of the ruins of an extraterrestrial civilisation, it had taken this long to put together a minimal expedition to perform human-supervised planetside investigations, and the story was currently not getting much coverage on public media. It was as though nobody cared, amongst the scramble for new territory and power, about this singular case of a civilisation that had existed before humanity, and for some reason no longer did. Of course, when the first reports had come back there had been a brief media sensation - mankind now knew it was no longer alone in the universe - there were hopes for finding alien survivors, new technologies. But then, the initial orbital surveys showed that all life on the planet had been extinct for thousands of years - ostensibly killed off by a change in the host star’s emission spectrum. From the ruins it seemed plain the intelligent inhabitants had only achieved a pre-industrial society before the calamity struck. With this revelation, the enthusiasm seemed to die back down, and the news cycle moved onwards to tried and tested themes of celebrities and politics. There would be no valuable new technologies, no cultural exchange…in short, no loot. Hence this mission; pitifully underfunded and under-resourced given the scale of the task. A whole alien world - albeit completely dead - and a mere crew of six to survey it all. Of course, their investigations were augmented by a small army of robotic probes and drones, but still Lydia could not help feeling a bizarre combination of sensations. The weight of history was on her shoulders, and at the same time her species was almost completely indifferent to the importance of the work. To call it frustrating was to put it mildly. Aside from her and Captain Gabriel Morrison, there was only Makena, the meditech, a smart, young, slender woman who Lydia got on well with, Thaddeus the datasmith and Maria and Antonio, the engineers. As the archaeologist (Explo had adamantly refused her request to change her job description to Xenoarchaeologist), Lydia was technically second only to Morrison in the mission, but it was the engineers who did most of the grunt work. They were constantly busy both maintaining the systems of their ship, and organising the drones in their unceasing activity. Their long-distance survey vessel, the Greylag, had - as per standard procedure - parked its bulky Beckett drive in a stable orbit before - after a careful survey - landing on the surface at what they had hoped would be a prime location. This was site beta nineteen, a relatively flat dried out seabed next to the ruins of what must have been a major coastal city, when the planet had water and life, so long ago... "Hello? Lydia?" – Morrison’s voice cut through her introspection. "Sorry, Gabe. I just lost focus for a second - what did you say?" "I said you need to get some rest before we go in. You've been burning the candle at both ends, and I need you sharp for the EVA. This planet can kill you if you 'lose focus for a second' outside the hull of this ship," he gestured to the room in general, and by implication the Greylag as a whole. "Yes, sir." Morrison wasn't one for formality out here, but she liked to mix it up sometimes. She left the operations centre and headed down a floor to medical. She had been having trouble sleeping lately and needed to see Makena. "Hey, you!" Makena greeted her warmly from her small desk at the front of the ship’s medical bay. She had been looking at something on her screens, but Lydia couldn't see what from this angle. "How's tricks?" "Hi, Mack. Things are great - you heard about the new chamber, right?" "Of course - the twins let me know on their way back - they were very excited." The 'twins' were their pet name for their enthusiastic, inseparable engineers. A very close pair, it was pretty much an open secret that they were an item - the camera covering the corridor between their adjacent rooms was permanently offline. Formally, their employment terms forbade relationships on a small mission such as this - too much potential for friction when the team had to work closely together, according to Explo. They couldn't afford jealousy or a messy breakup compromising the operational efficiency of the team. There had been a number of well reported incidents where relationship troubles in small, isolated groups had led to dereliction of duty, sabotage and, in at least two cases, murder. Morrison, however, was not known for enforcing all aspects of "the book" equally, as long as the job got done. "You must be pleased - this is your big moment - I mean hell, this whole mission is your big moment girl! But this...wow! Are you going out there?" "Tomorrow, yes. I'd like you to be on the expedition if you don't mind." Lydia got to pick the ‘away team’, although Morrison could overrule it if he wanted. "Hell yes! I've been itching for a bit of exercise. The gym just doesn't satisfy my need for speed." "Thanks. I'd be glad to have you along. But I really wanted something to help me get some sleep before the EVA," she risked a smile. "It's pretty exciting stuff." "Not a problem, Lydia. I've got something to knock you right out for the count. You relax and get some shut-eye now...big day tomorrow." She stood up smoothly to access the nearby drug cabinet. Seeing her elegant, lithe figure rise up in front of her gave Lydia certain feelings. She really liked Makena, and was glad she had agreed to come with her. She admired her athletic build, her smooth, well-toned skin, her copious crop of long, lustrous curly hair. She had a certain glamour about her, much as she didn’t try to play up to it. Lydia had the excuse of regulations not to take anything further, but ... even beyond that, she had never been a people person, devoting herself wholeheartedly to her academic career. Then there was the fear of rejection, and her awkwardness in all matters romantic. Makena retrieved a small bottle of pills and handed them to her. "Thank you. We’ll be launching in ten hours. Perhaps you should get some rest too?" "That's a date! See you in ops. Sweet dreams..." Makena always seemed a bit flirty, but Lydia could never tell how serious she was being. Hoping that she had not blushed, she retreated to her cabin. She popped a couple of pills in her spartan quarters, stripped and snuggled into her blankets. She thought about the ancient ruins, and what they might discover there. As she drifted off into dreams, she imagined herself walking down alien corridors lined with precious jewels and carvings detailing incredible knowledge. Makena was there, and for some reason they were both naked. Things got a bit frisky as she fell fully unconscious, not even aware of her own hand pleasuring her beneath the sheets.

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