A New Life
Gender Neutral Feedee POV
Word Count: 4,127
Theres a 5 year time skip in this like halfway through
CW: Intox, Feedism, Weight gain, Stuffing, Mobility Issues, Cnc, Sub Feedee, Dom Feeder
This was a really fun premise to write about, if y’all want more of this or heavy intox/forced intox lmk a few settings y’all would want
Lemme set the scene
You and your girlfriend Kate had finally moved out to Amsterdam, took a lot of planning and over a year of saving up but you did it. As soon as the covid restrictions had lifted you were looking for plane tickets. Working from home during the pandemic allowed you both to take on multiple contracts and grind away. During that time you had both softened up but you… you went the extra mile. Wether it was an accident or not, you had gained about 50 pounds. Now with a noticeable gut and fattened thighs you had to replace your entire wardrobe, you left all the old clothes at goodwill since it would’ve just been more to ship over seas. Kate on the other hand actually seemed keen on losing weight once in Amsterdam, you had brought up going with her but she starting going on and on about how much effort moving was gonna be. She didnt really mention the gym after that.
It took about a week to get the apartment set up properly and get all your documentation in order. You and Kate had been exploring the city a little bit during the first week but finally having a full day to go through the city was great. You both knew that the first place to go was a coffee shop, back in Texas you could’ve never imagined buying weed and coffee at the same time. The idea was just so foreign that as we entered the building we were surprised it smelled of weed.
The shop is pretty cozy, hard wood floor, plants on the walls, a spacious room, and just an overall friendly atmosphere. After ordering our coffee and joint we went to the smoking section and got to talking about our plans for the next couple days and just how wild it is we actually did it. The city was so beautiful compared to Texas, walkable cities, and overall just an amazing vibe. We planned to visit a few touristy areas cause we wanted to at least once, a nice picnic at a nearby park, and to just explore the city more in general. The conversation went on for a solid 20 minutes before our weed was gone as well as our coffee. We both got a joint for the road and headed home to relax a bit.
Once we got back to the apartment we both went to change into something more comfy. As you were changing though Kate was eyeing your body a bit, you tried to speed up slightly but she stopped you by wrapping her arms around you. Kate gazes into your eyes as she gives your newly fattened belly a slight squeeze. You thought that this was about to go towards the bedroom, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the conversation that followed.
Kate: Heyy.. I think it’s time we addressed something
You: Oh, yeah whats up?
Kate: Well I’ve been thinking and… you know how you were talking about going to the gym?
You: …yeah.. I know I need to go, I was looking up a few places this morning. I know I’ve gained a lot and-
Kate: No, no, I… I kinda have a, different, idea..
You: What do you mean?
Kate: Welll.. I think it’s be easier if I just showed you… It’s kind of hard to explain and I’ll answer whatever questions you have it’s just… just look
Kate pulled out her phone and in a few seconds opened up tumblr, wasn’t sure why, I’ve seen it before and it’s just a aesthetic socialism blog. What am I gonna do, fight the corrupt social constructs in society by just existing as myself? No gym?
Kate struggles with her phone for a second and starts to turn it around before turning it back to herself a couple times.
Kate: so.. ok. I’m just gonna say it, get it off my chest, and then show you, remember no judgement! We all got something
You were kinda scared by this point, what could possibly cause Kate to be this indecisive? The Kate you knew was always head strong and confident in her words and actions, always positive in her decisions, and never nervous like this.
Kate: I.. Im attracted to fat…
You: What? What do you mean?
She hands you her phone and just kinda spaced out as you scroll a bit. A complete catalog of photos of fat men, women, and enbys, a few text post praising fat bodies. But the weird part was that a few of the post she was rebloging and even making herself were… well they were praising weight gain. Like **really** praising it. Post after post about how it’s a fantasy of the poster to fatten someone up.
You stare in disbelief at the phone for a moment, too many thoughts racing to your brain and you zone out before hearing Kate speak up.
Kate: so… um, what do you think?
You: im.. I’m not sure, I mean I’m glad you’ve told me this but I’m just… I’m surprised to say the least. I love food and all but.. do.. do you really want me to get fat?
Kate: ..
Kate: ..that would be nice yeah… I do. I can’t explain it but the weight you gained during quarantine is just… mesmerizing.. I’m sure you’ve noticed but I haven’t been able to keep my hands off you the last few months..
You: I thought that was because you were proud of how close we were to our goal
Kate: well that too! But… I’ve really taken a liking to all this new flab of yours.. look you don’t have to indulge me in this if you don’t want to. It’s valid if you don’t and I’ll even support you if you wanna go to the gym! Just.. can we at least try it out?
You sat in silence for a moment, sure you hadn’t really cared about your weight throughout covid. But even before that it wasn’t as if you were in the best shape, you only ever lost weight to have better luck dating or to look better for your current partner… But gaining weight? She only said she’s attracted to fat but a lot of those post were praising gaining weight.. and like, a lot of it. Some of the people she had rebloged had to be 500lbs… the sheer amount of food you’d have to consume is crazy!
You: You know that I love you.. and I’m willing to try it out for a little bit. But a lot of the stuff on there seemed a bit extreme. I have… a LOT of questions to be blunt with you. No promises on anything but.. we can try for tonight at the very least.
Kate: Really?!?! Fuck yes! Ughhh, I love you sweetie! Ok. We’ll have to talk boundaries for it later, same kinda talk we had for bdsm a couple years ago. I’ll answer whatever questions you have but right now?? I’m gonna order some food.
She quickly pranced away to her computer, the excitement she got from that made you chuckle a little. You were worried over nothing, the fact she felt close enough to share that with you made tonight’s new plans worth it. You think that odds are you won’t be into it or it’ll turn into something you do for her birthday or special events.
Little did you know at the time though… tonight would alter the course of your life dramatically. You had absolutely no idea how far this would truly go.
-5 year time skip -
You woke up on the couch, the cool breeze from the window meeting your scantily clad body and stirring you awake. You yawn and reach for the remote and your phone. After turning on the Tv to a local news channel you browse on your phone for a bit. It’s currently 12:30 pm on a Tuesday and while everyone is nearing done with their workday.. you’re just starting your day. A day that based on your schedule only, most people would envy. Waking up this late had become a bit of a routine for you. Your average day was waking up mid afternoon, ordering some delivery, and relaxing until Kate got home. Typically she got home around 6 and would unload a few bags of takeout, everyday she brought home a spread fit for a family and after a quick recap of her day the feeding would begin.
Today was no different, tired and groggy you get off the couch. You don’t sleep in the bed anymore, not since the stairs had gotten too difficult for you. The trip up a measley 18 steps had become such a workout that it wasn’t worth the effort since Kate bought a rather large couch downstairs. It was when you started struggling to get up off the couch on your own that you just stopped going upstairs altogether. You look down at the couch and see the ever deepening crevasse that your body is making in it and stifle a laugh that turned into a groggy belch. After going to the bathroom and waddling over to your desk you sit down, order some takeout, open up YouTube and a game to play. You could feel your belly yelling at you to fill it but food was already on the way. Deciding to just wait and be patient wasn’t really an option anymore.
You really didn’t want to stand again but you had to, you wanted to be good and practice some form of moderation but lately you just couldn’t. After pushing your chair back from the desk you lift your rotund and flabby arms into position to push yourself up with the armrests. Even that was starting to be a chore, you’ve just completely let yourself go. You start to get up and the weight of your body is fighting you the whole way, you’ve gotten so fat that your ass hasn’t even left the seat yet. Then gravity took its hold on you again and you had to fall back to the seat. Your weight wasn’t the only problem, you had to squeeze you’re fat ass into the chair and you were closer to getting stuck every single day.
After reveling in the pleasure for a minute you got it together and got up. Only few more months and you probably won’t even be able to sit in that chair anymore. You catch your breath and head over to the kitchen, Kate leaves a fully stocked fridge every day so it’s gotten pretty hard to tell how much you eat in a week. That’s not even including the ludicrous amount of food she brings home after work too. You grab a bag of chips, a 2 liter of soda, and a box of mini donuts, before heading back to the couch. Getting off the couch is easier than the chair and since the food should be here soon you might as well make your life easier.
You sit down on the couch and start to dig into your snacks, the flavors were great but with how much food you go through daily it feels a bit repetitive. This descent into gluttony and hedonism really started rolling because Kate showed you just how much good food is out there, and the fact that you could eat all you wanted made it even better. No restrictions. But… after the first 100ish lbs.. it turned into something else completely. Yeah the food tastes great but now all you wanted was to grow even fatter. Every bite you pressed past your lips wasn’t for the taste, it was for the calories, protein, sugar, and carbs.. all of the decadent excess provided you with such luscious cascading fat. You spend your days lazing about and packing that belly of yours to capacity, only to wait patiently for Kate to come home and push you further. Once you hit 400 it became an obsession for the both of you. You wanting to grow, and Kate wanting to be responsible for your growth. You posted content on tumblr with her as you both reveled in the responses from the community. She’s so proud of her work that others ask her for tips and you post your diet and lifestyle as an example for feedees to strive towards. 400 feels like so long ago though, a couple weeks ago you weighed in at 536lbs.
Eventually the doorbell rang and you got to the door as quickly as you could, your snacks were almost gone at that point so you got lucky. After picking the takeout up off the table outside the door, and grabbing the 2 liter from the couch, you saunter back to your computer. The desk is covered from end to end in takeout boxes, a sight that has grown so familiar to you that the absurdity of it all went away a long time ago. After sitting down you grab the bong off the desk and pack a bowl, another part of your routine that has definitely ramped up frequency ever since starting this weight gain journey. After sparking the bowl and taking a hit you exhale, the head high hitting you within seconds and giving you that euphoric soothing sensation you have come to love. Over the last 2ish years you doubt you have been sober once, between all the joints, bong hits, dabs, and your nightly edible pastries… you haven’t really had a break. You loved being able to quit working but the constant influx of THC was making your brain go slower and slower over time until all you could focus on was food and getting fatter for Kate.
Over the next 4 hours you cleared the takeout spread and a few bowls of weed. It’s time for your mid afternoon nap, another part of your new routine that you now couldn’t imagine going without. After collapsing your grossly overfed body back onto the couch you slowly drift off to sleep.
Later on Kate gets back to the apartment, over the last few years her figure has also changed… just in the complete opposite direction of mine. Now a stunningly fit woman at 5’10 she standouts like a sore thumb at her tech job. Amongst all the lazy overweight staff and a few lean co workers she was a cut above the rest. She had taken up powerlifting to in her words “be sure that she could handle all that belly” and god damn does it *realllyy* come in handy. Being this fat and this high all the time can make it very hard to get up by yourself. She also has taken a liking to working out in front of you while you gorge. It’s a great motivator for the both of you
After she gets the mountain of food spread out on the table in front of you she lifts a joint to her lips, lights it, and takes a puff.
Kate: we’ll… it’s time to get started
She lifts the joint to your lips and starts to stir you awake
Kate: Hey piggy! Why don’t you take this while I get everything ready ;)
You: ohhh.. hey baby! How was work? *deep puff of the joint*
Kate: Pretty much the same as the last few weeks, it’s been slow so I haven’t had a ton of stuff to do thankfully. It’s been giving me so much time to just destress and write new stories for tumblr.
You: haha that’s good, it’s nice to know that even when you’re not here you’re still thinking about this.
Kate: we’ll it’s hard for me not to! I mean I have my own personal fatty at home, whenever I have a free moment I’m planning out what to bring home, what toys to use tonight, how **much** I’m gonna make you eat… and how much more I want you to grow..
She leans in and you make out together as she fondles your rolls, as she pulls away you can tell by the look in her eyes that tonight is gonna be a relentless stuffing. You can just tell that her mind is completely focused on you and she has tunnel vision. As you take another puff of the joint she takes it from your mouth and takes a hit as well before passing it back to you before grabbing a takeout box off the table.
She tells you to suck it in as she pushes into your belly and she straddles your lower thigh. She slowly feeds you the Chinese takeout as you take hits in between bites. Complimenting your morbidly obese body, pinching, and prodding as she pushes more and more food past your lips. After the first take out box she took off her shirt and said “you knowww, how about this. For every box you finish, I’ll take off another piece of clothing, you know you can do it… right piggy? Besides.. you know you’ll get an *extra* reward for finishing everything.”
That was all the motivation you needed, after an hour passed you were 4 boxes in, her shirt, pants, socks, and bra were off by then. There were still 3 boxes left but 1 more and she’ll be naked, you were really stuffed by then. You knew you could finish everything but this pace was something else entirely, a usual day would have this be a multiple hour binge throughout the evening as you both relax and watch shows. But today… Kate was really pushing your limits. This wasn’t new but it’s never on a set schedule, you could never really prepare for it, and it’s not as if she cared how much you ate already. If Kate wanted it in your belly it was gonna end up there one way or another.
After lot of belly rubs, another bowl of weed and a short break the length of an episode Kate grabbed the fork from the takeout box and said “I think it’s time we get another box into you fatty, what do you say?”.
Through labored breaths you stammer out “oooh.. yeah.. I can go.. for another,, you’re *hic* uggh.. you’re really making me.. work for it tonight..”
Kate: Hahaha, well I can’t make it too easy for you can I? That would take all the fun out of it
She grabs the 5th box and begins to feed it to you, your pace has slowed down considerably but your belly has calmed down a bit. As you both continue to passively watch the show you fall into a haze, you’re so high that you don’t even realize how much time has passed and that Kate has already gotten you halfway through the 6th box. You start to feel your gut tighten again and Kate notices this, she keeps whispering words of encouragement into your ear as she slips more and more past your lips. As you try to speak she holds a joint to your lips and you can’t help but inhale, it’s like a Pavlovian response at this point. She has trained you so well that she can bend you to her will with the slightest amount of effort… with just a quick motion, a firm hand, and a few simple words she can make you forget all about what you were about to say.
After you polish off the 6th box she stands up and walks over to the weed shelf, an entire shelf dedicated to paraphernalia and weed. Kate pulls out the dab rig and you already know what’s ahead of you. You’re about to be so fucking high that you’re surrendering yourself over to her completely. You smoked a least 4 grams before she got home and probably another 3 with her already. But now it was time to get really hedonistic, it was time for you to become the literal definitions of hedonism and gluttony, just pure excess on display solely for her enjoyment and your greedy desires. She tells you to continue eating as she heat up the rig, setting the takeout box on top of your engorged belly. It really was becoming the perfect table for you. The final box was full of rangoons, just the perfect little snack. 20 balls of cream cheese wrapped in fried dough. Minimal nutritional value but a very strong flavor that was just too good to pass up.
As Kate heats up the dab rig you dig in to the rangoons, over the next couple minutes half of them are gone and Kate tells you she ready for you to take a hit. She presses it to your lips and as you inhale she says “Alright baby, here you go… that’s it… good piggy!”. As she takes it away and you breath out the hit your high increases dramatically. Your brain no longer being soothed by the weed but instead overtaken by it. Your eyes roll back a bit as the cotton mouth gets to you. *cough* **cough** “ohhhh fuck… mmnn.. oookay. Thankyou sweetie *cough*”
Kate: Your welcome ;) I know how much you love this, I just wanna keep you happy is all”
You: Well you-*cough*re definitely succeeding at that, I’ve gotten so fucking fat after all!
Kate: I knowww… the last 6months your gain has been accelerating too.. I’m just continuously amazed by your gluttony piggy. All you do is eat and eat and eat but you know as well as I do that you always want more
She picked up the rangoons and began to push them into your mouth
Kate: and you know that I know what’s best for you.. so just lean back as I help you finish what’s left. After that I think it’s time you earned your reward!
Kate presses her knee into your belly, not too hard but enough that the discomfort was a bit painful. Slipping bite after bite past your lips at a constant speed to make sure you finish before washing it down with soda. Your belly at this point is massive, gargantuan even… there’s no way Kate could straddle your thigh now like earlier, there’s just no room left.
As you lean back a bit more and place your hands on your engorged belly you hear the wonderful sound of the torch again, Kate is heating up the dab rig again and you know that the hit is for you. After a few more playful belly grabs and cute words exchanged she lifts the rig to your lips again. The size of the dab on the stick is more than usual, you figure that some of it is for her and take the hit anyways. Inhaling was very difficult as your belly was packed so tight, after you exhaled she presses it back to your lips for a 2nd hit, and then a third, and a fourth. After the fourth hit she pulls it away, a coughing fit ensues and you swear you can feel new stretch marks forming because of it. Kate then takes a hit for herself and presses her lips to yours, blowing the hit she took into your lungs.
Your mind melted at that point, the overload of thc, sugar, and msg left you in a state of groggy lightheaded-ness that didn’t allow you to form a coherent thought. You hear Kate slightly in the background cooing your name with a firm hand rubbing your massive gut. Her touch sending electricity across your skin before she slaps your gut hard and says “I’m sooo proud of you piggy, I didn’t think you could do it.. I think it’s time for your real reward”. You feel her hand slip between your thighs as she lifts up your gut, she takes a few seconds before finding your genitals, it’s been taking her longer to find them lately. But you don’t care though, how could you in this state. Your brief attempt at thinking is then cut short as she presses the recline button on the couch and puts her face between your thighs. You’re holding your gut up as best as you can so she can have her way with you before you drift off into another food coma while she gets ready for dinner. The sheer amount of food in your belly is demanding all of your attention and you just know that once Kate is done down there you’ll have a hip buckling orgasm, groaning and moaning while your in a lusty haze before drifting off to sleep only mere hours away from your nightly weight gain shake.
Isn’t it funny how much things can change in only a few short years?
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BHAALIST BELIEFS AND DOGMA
Bhaal's dogma is, on the surface, rather simple: Spread murder and fear, let your victims know they were killed in Bhaal's name. Things are however, more complicated than that, beginning already at the question of HOW to kill in Bhaal's name.
There is a fundamental DIVIDE between Bhaalists like Wren, who believe all murders are equal, claiming that as long as the victim knows why they died they make a fitting sacrifice for Bhaal and Bhaalists like Orin, who insists that murder should be art, that sacrifices have to be placed and committed in certain ways to be worthy of the Murder Lord's attention. It should be noted that the game makes it very clear Orin's opinion on murder is rather UNPOPULAR among Bhaalists, with most siding with her sister instead and Sarevok directly noting that she is wasting time and needs to be stopped.
But murder is not the only thing Bhaal's followers believe in or have rules about. Life, what comes before the inevitable end through their God, is also DEEPLY regulated. Acolytes are urged to forsake every form of hedonism not related to murder, they are discouraged from forming bonds even within the church and sex is, while not outright forbidden, not exactly tolerated either, both as a pleasure and especially as a way of bringing new life into the world. The former goes against their views on what Bhaalists are allowed to derive pleasure from, the latter is an outright sin. Creating new life when they are to bring an end to all of it may be outright handled as heretical in some enclaves. The only exception to this comes through Bhaal himself in the form of his children or through his will as was the case with Orin. These children are both born with high purpose and have to forever REPENT for making their father commit the sin of bringing life into this world.
Bhaalists have no rituals or traditions concerning children, marriage or other such things. Romantic relationships are not acknowledged by the church and the only concept of it Bhaalists have is dying together on Bhaal's altar in a FINAL act of devotion to both one another and the Dread Lord himself. Though Bhaalists do believe in baptism as a form of initiation of specific roles in their hierachy and view it as a ritual rebirth of those who undergo it.
There is also a lot of focus on Bhaal not caring for material offerings, for any kind of act of devotion that does not result in a murderous offer one way or another. He created his children and talks to his followers only out of ONE reason: To inspire them to kill, to see that his plan of bringing about the end of all living things. Everything else is not only secondary, but outright unimportant. Trying to make an offering to him at the tabernacle in Baldur's Gate will not get a reaction from him.
While Bhaal does not care for material goods, nor for who his victims are as all people eventually have to pass through him, Bhaalists themselves have strict rules on how to deal with BOTH. The church needs money to survive and they have very clear restrictions on who can be sacrificed and who cannot. Money is sourced through the promise of the donor being ( temporarily ) spared from Bhaal's knife. Important people are more likely to be left off the target list entirely to avoid too much attention and to strike deals to gain access to otherwise restricted areas and goods. Bhaalists are rather famous for striking deals with local crime groups. The Bhaalists in Baldur's Gate used to have a pact with the Knights of the Shield, and when those were almost entirely driven out of the city by Gortash and his men, Wren made a deal with him instead. Bhaalists are not entirely blind to the political delicate side of things and good church leaders are able to play the game to their advantage. People believe Bhaalists to be slaves to their murderous urges but good Bhaalists always play the long game to avoid repeating the catastrophe that almost ERADICATED the church of Bhaal in the late 1300s.
Bhaalists strictly regulate their members' daily schedules. They rise and go to bed together, the clergy ends every single day with the Day's Farewell, praying together before going to bed, they pray before going out to kill, they celebrate milestones among their church members with ritual killings together, they hold each other accountable on keeping up with the required sacrifice they need to make to Bhaal every tenday. Every step a Bhaalist makes is observed and judged by the others. Disagreements may end in blood but the church encourages to AVOID such extremes among their own members given their already small numbers and the frequent lack of new recruits due to both their methods and their ban on bringing new life into this world. The only children among them tend to be Bhaalspawns.
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