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molly-ren:

IT’S FINALLY HERE! 
Come download my latest feederism story, “Feeding Tube”, on Kindle! With awesome cover art by panic-volkushka, this story has even more outrageous feeding and fucking with our favorite feedee/sadist duo, Mister Six and Rufus Hex.
Rufus Hex’s girlfriend has a feeding fantasy that she’s never told anyone before:

“When I was a kid,” I’d told Rufus the week before, “I used to daydream about meeting someone in the desert…”
“Why a desert?” Rufus asked.
“Sometimes it was a wood,” I said, to cover the fact that I did not know.
“All right. What kind of people would you meet in this wood?”
“It was always one person,” I said. “I would be going one way, and find him collapsed by the side of the road. Or on a dune, if it was the desert.”
“Was he asleep?” Rufus asked.
“No,” I said. I had never told this story to anyone before, and I think I only realized the full import of this fantasy as I said the next words. “He would be starving. He would have gotten lost, or kidnapped, and would have been wandering alone by himself for days. And I read once that if you get lost in the desert and don’t have any water, you can lose a pound a day. So he’d be too weak to walk, and hardly able to see from sand blindness, and I’d take him in and he’d be so hungry—”
“Now I know why it was the desert!” Rufus hooted. “It was to soften him up for you!”
“Yes— I mean—” I would have stopped there, embarrassed and miserable, but Rufus wanted to know more.
“What would you feed him?”
“Camel milk,” I said immediately. I wasn’t even sure if you could drink that kind of milk, but that’s what it always was in my dreams.
“Would he get sick?”
“No, I’d be very careful and only give it to him a little at a time. And after a while of being carried around in the caravan, he’d get less weak, and better hydrated, and be able to eat more.”
“And then,” said Rufus, “you’d realize he was still underweight. So you’d feed him sticky figs and baklava every day until his belly poked out, wouldn’t you?” Rufus drew in a deep breath, and I felt him push out his stomach muscles, lifting me up slightly.
 “Yes!” I squeaked, pushing my own tummy against his.

With Mister Six’s help, Rufus decides to make his girlfriend’s feast/famine fantasy come true. The result is a force-feeding scene that pushes Rufus’ belly to its limit and gives the trio a sexual experience unlike any they’ve had before.
COME BUY MY PORN, GUYS! IT’S AWESOME!
Want more tummy smut? Then you’ll want to check out my first feederism story, “Gummy Bears”!


For the day crowd: my latest feederism smut!

molly-ren:

IT’S FINALLY HERE!

Come download my latest feederism story, “Feeding Tube”, on Kindle! With awesome cover art by panic-volkushka, this story has even more outrageous feeding and fucking with our favorite feedee/sadist duo, Mister Six and Rufus Hex.

Rufus Hex’s girlfriend has a feeding fantasy that she’s never told anyone before:

“When I was a kid,” I’d told Rufus the week before, “I used to daydream about meeting someone in the desert…”

“Why a desert?” Rufus asked.

“Sometimes it was a wood,” I said, to cover the fact that I did not know.

“All right. What kind of people would you meet in this wood?”

“It was always one person,” I said. “I would be going one way, and find him collapsed by the side of the road. Or on a dune, if it was the desert.”

“Was he asleep?” Rufus asked.

“No,” I said. I had never told this story to anyone before, and I think I only realized the full import of this fantasy as I said the next words. “He would be starving. He would have gotten lost, or kidnapped, and would have been wandering alone by himself for days. And I read once that if you get lost in the desert and don’t have any water, you can lose a pound a day. So he’d be too weak to walk, and hardly able to see from sand blindness, and I’d take him in and he’d be so hungry—”

“Now I know why it was the desert!” Rufus hooted. “It was to soften him up for you!”

“Yes— I mean—” I would have stopped there, embarrassed and miserable, but Rufus wanted to know more.

“What would you feed him?”

“Camel milk,” I said immediately. I wasn’t even sure if you could drink that kind of milk, but that’s what it always was in my dreams.

“Would he get sick?”

“No, I’d be very careful and only give it to him a little at a time. And after a while of being carried around in the caravan, he’d get less weak, and better hydrated, and be able to eat more.”

“And then,” said Rufus, “you’d realize he was still underweight. So you’d feed him sticky figs and baklava every day until his belly poked out, wouldn’t you?” Rufus drew in a deep breath, and I felt him push out his stomach muscles, lifting me up slightly.

 “Yes!” I squeaked, pushing my own tummy against his.

With Mister Six’s help, Rufus decides to make his girlfriend’s feast/famine fantasy come true. The result is a force-feeding scene that pushes Rufus’ belly to its limit and gives the trio a sexual experience unlike any they’ve had before.

COME BUY MY PORN, GUYS! IT’S AWESOME!

Want more tummy smut? Then you’ll want to check out my first feederism story, “Gummy Bears”!

For the day crowd: my latest feederism smut!

palace-of-porcelain:

molly-ren:

tubbertons:

Why isn’t there more male weight gain art/fics I can’t do this shit all myself I have other work to do fuck.

Psst tubbertons I wrote a thing did you see the thing?

molly-ren wrote about one of my favorite fantasies and where was I?

Probably asleep, palace-of-porcelain, since I thought it’d be cool to drop new porn at midnight! :P

tubbertons:

Why isn’t there more male weight gain art/fics I can’t do this shit all myself I have other work to do fuck.

Psst tubbertons I wrote a thing did you see the thing?

IT’S FINALLY HERE! 
Come download my latest feederism story, “Feeding Tube”, on Kindle! With awesome cover art by panic-volkushka, this story has even more outrageous feeding and fucking with our favorite feedee/sadist duo, Mister Six and Rufus Hex.
Rufus Hex’s girlfriend has a feeding fantasy that she’s never told anyone before:

“When I was a kid,” I’d told Rufus the week before, “I used to daydream about meeting someone in the desert…”
“Why a desert?” Rufus asked.
“Sometimes it was a wood,” I said, to cover the fact that I did not know.
“All right. What kind of people would you meet in this wood?”
“It was always one person,” I said. “I would be going one way, and find him collapsed by the side of the road. Or on a dune, if it was the desert.”
“Was he asleep?” Rufus asked.
“No,” I said. I had never told this story to anyone before, and I think I only realized the full import of this fantasy as I said the next words. “He would be starving. He would have gotten lost, or kidnapped, and would have been wandering alone by himself for days. And I read once that if you get lost in the desert and don’t have any water, you can lose a pound a day. So he’d be too weak to walk, and hardly able to see from sand blindness, and I’d take him in and he’d be so hungry—”
“Now I know why it was the desert!” Rufus hooted. “It was to soften him up for you!”
“Yes— I mean—” I would have stopped there, embarrassed and miserable, but Rufus wanted to know more.
“What would you feed him?”
“Camel milk,” I said immediately. I wasn’t even sure if you could drink that kind of milk, but that’s what it always was in my dreams.
“Would he get sick?”
“No, I’d be very careful and only give it to him a little at a time. And after a while of being carried around in the caravan, he’d get less weak, and better hydrated, and be able to eat more.”
“And then,” said Rufus, “you’d realize he was still underweight. So you’d feed him sticky figs and baklava every day until his belly poked out, wouldn’t you?” Rufus drew in a deep breath, and I felt him push out his stomach muscles, lifting me up slightly.

 “Yes!” I squeaked, pushing my own tummy against his.

With Mister Six’s help, Rufus decides to make his girlfriend’s feast/famine fantasy come true. The result is a force-feeding scene that pushes Rufus’ belly to its limit and gives the trio a sexual experience unlike any they’ve had before.
COME BUY MY PORN, GUYS! IT’S AWESOME!
Want more tummy smut? Then you’ll want to check out my first feederism story, “Gummy Bears”!

IT’S FINALLY HERE!

Come download my latest feederism story, “Feeding Tube”, on Kindle! With awesome cover art by panic-volkushka, this story has even more outrageous feeding and fucking with our favorite feedee/sadist duo, Mister Six and Rufus Hex.

Rufus Hex’s girlfriend has a feeding fantasy that she’s never told anyone before:

“When I was a kid,” I’d told Rufus the week before, “I used to daydream about meeting someone in the desert…”

“Why a desert?” Rufus asked.

“Sometimes it was a wood,” I said, to cover the fact that I did not know.

“All right. What kind of people would you meet in this wood?”

“It was always one person,” I said. “I would be going one way, and find him collapsed by the side of the road. Or on a dune, if it was the desert.”

“Was he asleep?” Rufus asked.

“No,” I said. I had never told this story to anyone before, and I think I only realized the full import of this fantasy as I said the next words. “He would be starving. He would have gotten lost, or kidnapped, and would have been wandering alone by himself for days. And I read once that if you get lost in the desert and don’t have any water, you can lose a pound a day. So he’d be too weak to walk, and hardly able to see from sand blindness, and I’d take him in and he’d be so hungry—”

“Now I know why it was the desert!” Rufus hooted. “It was to soften him up for you!”

“Yes— I mean—” I would have stopped there, embarrassed and miserable, but Rufus wanted to know more.

“What would you feed him?”

“Camel milk,” I said immediately. I wasn’t even sure if you could drink that kind of milk, but that’s what it always was in my dreams.

“Would he get sick?”

“No, I’d be very careful and only give it to him a little at a time. And after a while of being carried around in the caravan, he’d get less weak, and better hydrated, and be able to eat more.”

“And then,” said Rufus, “you’d realize he was still underweight. So you’d feed him sticky figs and baklava every day until his belly poked out, wouldn’t you?” Rufus drew in a deep breath, and I felt him push out his stomach muscles, lifting me up slightly.

 “Yes!” I squeaked, pushing my own tummy against his.

With Mister Six’s help, Rufus decides to make his girlfriend’s feast/famine fantasy come true. The result is a force-feeding scene that pushes Rufus’ belly to its limit and gives the trio a sexual experience unlike any they’ve had before.

COME BUY MY PORN, GUYS! IT’S AWESOME!

Want more tummy smut? Then you’ll want to check out my first feederism story, “Gummy Bears”!