Had a lovely experience with my nesting partner using bluetooth/remote vibe on them while tending to them at a buffet. They are nifty and honestly new kink unlocked. Good for feedism too, a feeder controlling pleasure of a feedee or a feedee using it to affect their feeder.

I really need the energy and drive to get to dating again.

When I was actively being fed as a feedee, I adored being objectified and also wanted the usage of destructive and harsh teasing language applied toward me; though the feeders I was dating were hesitant to use words like “ruin” and themselves were more about being constructive and nurturing.

"I can't believe some male feeders leave the partners they've grown to extremes,"

"Yeah, our community's special version of Pump and Dump, been a problem since the Dimensions heyday,"

"If your next partner is a feedee and you make her so huge she can't do things on her own, she's basically second wife. You aren't abandoning her, no argument,"

"Absolutely dear," didn't I just specifically say abandoning a partner you fattened to disability a problem?

Just Poly things when you're also into feedism.

I’m looking forward to gaining normal (for me) human energy and my other drives back once I get on Testosterone and get my hands on a CPAP machine. Then I’ll be ready for the new job search and be open to dating again.

Got so bloated on cheese last night

On my consultation for issues with low testosterone, I am warned of the side effects of prescription T which can include breast growth.

Oh no, I internally cry out, like I don’t already have tits and wouldn’t mind more ammo to consensually tease/bully a smol ffa or feeder about having a bigger rack than she does.

Had a dream the other day about waking up kidnapped at the mercy of a cadre of dismissive, cold, but in character clowngirls who were tasked with fattening me up for the circus/carnival side show, and the fact that they clearly weren’t into feedism was just ruining it for me when so many other aspects would have been on point between teasing, measuring, and forcefeeding. When the funnel muzzle came off to find out why I was so resistant and I explained that and that I’d otherwise be down for this whole scenario but for that, the mime of the group started silently and animatedly pantomiming laughing at me.

And, the rest have this more disgusted look on their faces than when they were teasing me, like suddenly I’m the bad guy when they kidnapped me in the first place.

I wake from from a meat laden food coma after a momentary nightmare vision of a looming owl silently accusing & judging me for crimes I cannot fathom or comprehend, and then awake I am gifted a balm in the lingering scents of steak splashed and spattered upon me by hotpot and grill. The gentle breathing of my partner beside me, it calms my racing heart and helps return me to our shared and well fed slumber.

Full disclosure; the other day I went on a long binge of looking at profiles.

For the Feeders out there who are intox fetishists as well; I want to get full of indica strain based edibles on an empty stomach first thing in the morning, get stuffed, and then alternate between grazing and stuffing play through the rest of the day riding that munchies energy, dulled pain, and euphoria and sensory enhancement.

My wife was right, I’m in the awkward phase of growing my hair and beard out.

I have been jonesing for some play as a feedee of late.

Happy 8/8, or Voreday

Happy 8/8, or Voreday

“So, I heard you like fat guys,” strikes a pose with half a hamburger.

Going out on a date with an active feeder or feedee has been on my mind of late. Of either spending a weekend glutted, being stuffed more as every ouce of space becomes free; or enabling the gluttony of another to its limit and helping them maintaining that bloat among other minstrations.

I need deck screws to replace that… stapling of all things. This couch was not made wisely. And I have deck screws and a need to sit the couch with fatter asses.

These fat bitches broke my couch