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Very interesting article about the sexual desires of women who love to feed men:

www.vice.com/read/the-women-wh…

Not everything here is correct, but it's nice to see that people are paying attention to this and questioning various stereotypes and myths surrounding feederism.
  • Listening to: Carol King
  • Reading: and re-reading Saay27's stories
  • Watching: My weight (go up and up and up!)
  • Playing: Playing with what? Oh, none of your business!
  • Eating: Leftover eclairs
  • Drinking: Coffee
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(Contains: sexual themes and ideologically sensitive material)

Raising her eyes from my belly, she then glanced up at my face with an expression I can only describe as weirdly happy but also a little evil looking. Her wide eyes narrowed, and her forehead furrowed. She was obviously getting upset at my reluctance. Still, her beautiful pink lips shaped into a smile, but the corners of her lips turned down as she began to speak.

"You still have room for more." She began rubbing my belly again, keeping her gaze upon my eyes.

In that moment, I started to get scared. What was going on? Why was she insisting that I keep eating? Did she want me to get fat? I felt I should leave right then, but I had no idea where I was or how to get back to town. And besides, it was snowing outside. If I could just get out of this house and away from Kandy, I thought I could figure it out. I decided to leave.

"Uhm, well, you've been so nice, and we've had a nice time together now. But I just simply don't want to eat any more cause it's going to make me too fat. I'm practically busting out of my clothes as it is. No need to ruin what a nice visit we've had together." I started to stand up to leave. "I think I need to be on my way now, Kandy. I'll show myself out now."

"It's snowing outside. Don't you want to stay the night? I insist." She pushed me back on the couch and climbed on top of me, her baker's aroma so strong and sweet, it nearly overcame my senses. In vain, she tried to smile at me innocently again, but I could see now that she did not have my best interests in mind. Her gaze was wicked, and her eyes were hypnotizing. I struggled to move her weight from off me.

She looked at my fingers for a moment, and her eyes twinkled at the sight of my gold high school ring. "Oh, this is nice," she said, twirling it around my finger. I felt myself relax a little since she was no longer talking about stuffing me. "What are these symbols for ?"

"Oh, the football shows that I was on the football team, and the shoe with wings on it, that's from running track," I said a bit too proudly as I felt her other hand warm and firm pushing up under my shirt and rubbing my belly.

"Awww, what a shame! Ex-jock hard-body is getting so soft and chubby -- and sexy," she giggled as her both hands now plied my soft midsection. I shivered at her touch. "Just think what those high school cheerleaders would think of you now." She laughed louder, then looked at me seriously. "Come on, eat for me. Don't you want to be my sexy ex-jock?"

For a moment, she looked at me sweetly, so sweetly I almost said yes. I stayed silent though and still. I looked at her blankly.

"It's snowing outside," she continued. "At least, stay one night with me. I will show you things those high school girls never knew about."

I looked over her shoulder at all that food, and I knew I had better leave. Her smile changed then. Again, a wicked glint in her eye and a smirk on her lips warned me to get out.

"No, I've got to go," I insisted again. "I don't care if it's snowing. I'm not going to sit here all night and eat and get any fatter!" I felt her warm bodypushing against me once again.

"Didn't I tell you it would be wise to do as I say? Now, I'm going to ask you again nicely to please stay the night because you don't want to see my bad side."

Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my heart began pounding rapidly. Still, I gathered my thoughts and tried once again to convince her to let me leave.

"Awww, I don't think you have a bad side. Really, I need to go. Pack up a cake for me, and I'll be on my way... really, I don't need any more to eat right now, Kandy. I appreciate the hospitality, but too much of a good thing . . . " my words drifted off as I feel her beautiful bod pushing down on my paunchy middle, "Well, you see what's happening to me, how fat I am getting, still, I appreciate your kindness and all."

I felt her body almost float off of me at that point. She pulled away some, her eyes fixed on mine, and I finally stood up, moving a few steps toward the door. Just then, she snapped her fingers, and a giant candy cane appeared in her hand - out of nowhere, magically. She hooked the cane around my neck, pulling me back to the couch.

"Oh, I do have a bad side, and this is the very last time I'm asking - no, telling you: Stay!" The candy cane pulled me back into her lap, and her hands grabbed me, her fingers sinking into my soft flab.

She was strong, and I struggled fiercely against her huge candy cane. Finally, I shattered it into pieces with my hands, pulled her hands away, and shot to my feet, heading for the door.

"What kind of wacko are you, Kandy?! If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to fatten me up on purpose." I looked down at my distended gut. "And maybe you are. I'm getting out of here now while I can still fit through the door!" I started running toward the door.

"Awww, my poor boy, you're not as fast as you were when you were on the track team," her voice cackled behind me. "You've gotten too fat to run, Tubby."

I felt like I was trying to run through quicksand as I lumbered toward the door. It had been a long time since I had tried to move so fast, and I felt every single one of those college-fattening pounds weighing me down. Not to mention all that Kandy had fed me.

"I love it when they run," her sing-songy voice hummed behind me. She snapped her fingers, and suddenly I was lying on the floor, tied up with a strong red rope.

I thought about how athletic I used to be, so strong, so fast, and now just a chubby boy bound up by a food-crazed baking lunatic. "You can't make me eat!" I screamed.

"Now come back to Mommy," she said in a bittersweet tone. And with a wave of her hand, the rope slowly dragged me back to the couch. I felt like I was having a nightmare. Surely I would awaken soon.

"Ugh, what's happening!?" I screamed. I struggled against the binding rope. "What are you trying to do to me, Kandy? This is kidnapping. Let me go! Why are you doing this?"

"Now, now," she purred, climbing on top of me again. "Don't ask stupid questions, fatty. And I would let you go, but then you would run away from me. And let's face it, I tried to be nice. In fact, I was nice. Now you're gonna see my bad side."

"No, just let me go!" I tugged and pulled on the red rope until I was breathing hard and worn out. "You are not nice at all; you are evil for doing this to me." I pushed my cheeks out and pouted, weakened by my struggles.

"No, I was good, but now, I you have made me turn evil," she nodded. "You should have stayed when I asked you to, when I was nice." With a wave of her hand, the food in the room looked like it was coming to life, moving on its own, moving toward me. She chuckled wickedly.

Seeing the food moving magically toward me, I groaned.

"Now the real fun begins." Again, the wicked laughter.

"Oh no, no, NO!" I screamed. "What's happening? Are you a witch or something? Are you gonna fatten me up to eat?"

"I've been called a lot of things, but I'm not a witch," she said, moving in close and kissing my neck as the dishes of food continued their gradual advance toward the couch. "If it helps your little human brain, I am kind of an evil spirit, a succubus, but other than that I'm just a human - with some super powers, especially when it comes to candy and sweets - and fat boys."

She practically growled those last three words as I contemplated what she had said, trying to take it all in, to make sense of all this.

"A succubus? Like some evil temptress?" I asked, opening my eyes widely now and seeing how increasingly stunning her appearance had become, how she is practically glowing with sensuality and beauty. She transforms in front of me, from the innocent looking slender Kandy to a full-blown voluptuous demoness. She was beautiful enough to be a succubus. And charming too. In this moment, I knew I would do anything for her. Whether I wanted to or not.

Her lips parted. "Something like that. A temptress, yes."

"Please don't make me eat all this," I pleaded in a voice which quickly turned high-pitched like a little boy pleading with his angry parent. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked just before a slice of ham and pineapple started forcing their way into my mouth.

"You'll see." She giggled sweetly, but in seconds, her soft girlish giggle turned into a deep-throated woman's laughter, loud, harsh and full of evil - like something from a she-devil in the depths of Hell. Like something I could never resist.

"Mmmmphhhh," I struggled to talk as the food started climbing on top of my body, wobbling up my torso to my head, then forcing my lips apart. Ham, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pies, pies, pies. I tried to clench my teeth, but the pressure of the magical foods pushed my jaws apart again. Soon, her strong hands threw my head back violently, as more and more food entered my mouth. I was forced to either swallow or choke.

I felt my already-tight pants grow even more uncomfortable as the bottom two buttons on my shirt strained to contain my potbelly. I moaned and groaned, struggling with all my might to get free even though I felt weakened and tired. I soon grew tired. I relaxed and closed my eyes.

"Try not to struggle too much," I heard her voice commanding me. "I don't want you to choke." I felt both her hands upon my belly, rubbing it again, then her lips nibbling my neck playfully as more and more food entered my mouth.

She bit me firmly on the neck, and I again wondered if she wasn't some sort of perverted witchy cannibal, fattening me up for her Christmas feast. But then the neck nibbles turned playful again, and those tender nibbles actually seemed to help me swallow the immense amount of food flowing into my mouth. She rubbed my belly some more, and I felt myself growing warm and also sleepy.

I was now weary of struggling and actually aroused by her attentions. I relaxed and moaned in pain - but also I felt some pleasure, I realized - as my gut filled with so much food. My eyes began to close involuntarily, and I became sleepy. "Good boy," she whispered in my ear. "Now rest some, and let my delicious food turn into fat." I tried to stay alert but felt myself drifting into a deep sleep.

Kandy is So Fattening 3
Kandy reveals herself to be more than the usual female fat admirer.  And she forces the ex-jock narrator to stay and enjoy her food.  Enjoy?  Well, maybe not enjoy, but he has no choice about whether it's all going to fatten him up or not! Let us add BDSM, bondage and forcefeeding to what is going on here.  If any of that upsets you, move along to find something else you might enjoy more on the internet.
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Sometimes, I come across a new artist or writer, and I am floored by the talent!  Such happened when I got to this page:

saaay27.deviantart.com/


:iconsaaay27:  | Saaay27

Go check her out.  Then, "Watch" her, "fave" her works, and enjoy a snack while you are checking her art out!
Her writing is enthusiastic and inspiring.

I would love to collaborate with her some time.  She has the kind of mind and thought that I so admire.
  • Listening to: Carol King
  • Reading: and re-reading Saay27's stories
  • Watching: My weight (go up and up and up!)
  • Playing: Playing with what? Oh, none of your business!
  • Eating: Leftover eclairs
  • Drinking: Coffee
For Lent, give up your prejudices.  Give up your meanness.
Give in to love.
NOTE: My previous journal on Lent produced some fearmongering on the part of Christians who feel this is not a safe venue for discussing such things.  This journal entry is a response to that.
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I think one reason Christians have so much to fear here and various places on the internet is that we allow others to stereotype us and categorize us.

We need to show people that yes, there can be such a thing as a Christian FA, feeder, feedee or FFA! Why not? What in the Bible specifically forbids us from enjoying good food and our bodies?

Even Jesus was accused of gluttony by the powers-that-be of his time. Notice how much time is spent on the discussion of food and feasting in the Gospels. There was wine, fish, bread for all! While fasting has a place in many Christian traditions, Jesus was all about overabundance, plenty, feasting, consumption and joy in eating and drinking.

When Jesus changes the water to wine, he makes more than enough for all! When he produces the loaves and fishes to feed the crowd, they fill their bellies, and still there is plenty left over.

And the Song of Solomon and Psalms definitely affirm the notion that our bodies were meant for enjoyment and physical pleasures.

We should not allow others to pigeonhole us as right-wing crazies or fundamentalists simply because those are the Christians who are making the most horrific noises in our society.

Christianity is certainly about much, much more than the narrow definitions some want to cast, and it has nothing to do with the hatred spewed by racists and misogynists who shout into megaphones in the public square.

There are those of us who are quieter and more reflective, as our religion calls upon us to be. We are those who see in Jesus not a call to judge but a call to love. The 10 commandments do not forbid gluttony or self-love or the enjoyment of feasting. Neither does Jesus's great commission to love God and love our neighbors as ourselves. Indeed, this is an acknowledgement that we should love ourselves aplenty, but also love our fellow human beings just as much.

Sorry for getting all preachy here, but Christians who are weight-gain enthusiasts need to fight the preconceptions that others have about us -- much like peaceful Muslims who must fight against the prejudiced narrow-minded notion that Islam is inherently violent.

I find myself determined to assert that God -- whatever your religion -- is love, and the Christian God is all about love, love for self, love for others, and the serving others, and allowing others to serve and feed you, etc.

In conclusion, there is really nothing in Christianity which prevents us from enjoying gaining weight, eating good food, enjoying our lovers' bodies, serving our lovers delicious foods, and all the other hallmarks of feederism
  • Listening to: Gregorian chants
  • Reading: SweetThornMuffins's journal entry
  • Watching: My weight (go up and up and up!)
  • Playing: What am I playing with? Uhm, none of your business
  • Eating: Cheesecake
  • Drinking: Coffee

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Very interesting article about the sexual desires of women who love to feed men:

www.vice.com/read/the-women-wh…

Not everything here is correct, but it's nice to see that people are paying attention to this and questioning various stereotypes and myths surrounding feederism.
  • Listening to: Carol King
  • Reading: and re-reading Saay27's stories
  • Watching: My weight (go up and up and up!)
  • Playing: Playing with what? Oh, none of your business!
  • Eating: Leftover eclairs
  • Drinking: Coffee

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Hi.  It's been ages since I was able to get on and browse around your stuff, or load up anything of my own, but I'm hoping to have a bit more time again.  I've just uploaded the alternative ending to Part 12 of David and Sarah that I mentioned months ago and would really welcome your feedback on it.  heidirayson.deviantart.com/art…
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