34 (she/her) bisexual poly (not seeking new partners, DNI) who likes posting pics of her stuffed belly online. 18+ only.
Other general interests:
Cats!! I love all cats. Including yours, which I never met, but that doesn't matter, I love them.
Video games; especially horror games like Phasmophobia, Resident Evil 7, Song of Horror, etc. although I do seem to have a World of Warcraft addiction.
Writing & drawing, particularly fantasy pieces. Occasionally smut.
Sci-fi/fantasy media, whether it be books, games, shows, movies, or anything else.
Anime, because of course I'm a fat weeb.
🚫MINORS DNI🚫
Also on the DNI list: bigots (including TERFs), people who wanna call me names (not to kink shame, but I'll block you), people who think my health is open for discussion, solicitations for custom content, and anyone else who can come up with new and exciting ways to get blocked.
You'd read the warning label ten times over, but part of you still didn't think the gum was going to work. How many times had you fantasized about feeling your skin stretch over your swelling, blue body? Too many to count. But now you were nervous, feeling my warm hands pressed reassuringly against your back.
"Just don't get too big, okay?" I said, taking a couple cautious steps back as you popped the gum into your mouth and started to chew. The tastes were so real. The savory first course, the buttery sides, then the moment you'd been waiting for: the fruity dessert. It started in your jaw, and it did, indeed, feel funny. Tingly.
You'd cleared out some space in the middle of the room, furniture pushed to the walls. Turning now to face me, I grinned and and told you that your cheeks were already going blue. You chewed faster. The taste was so rich, every bite so juicy. Your tongue felt a little swollen as you chomped away.
The bloated feeling started lower than you expected, pushing out from the bottom of your belly, the waistband of your sweatpants rolling down. Your fingers, tinged blue, pressed into the soft skin of your rounding belly, feeling it starting to soften and slosh. You cold see your cheeks wobbling at the edge of your field of vision as you stared down, holding the bloat with both hands.
Then it started to spread. Your sweatpants felt snug on your thighs and butt. I had suggested you strip down to avoid completely losing these clothes, but you weren't going to give up the feeling of outgrowing them. Your thighs pushed your feet apart, the stumbling motion sending you into a sloshy wobble as you righted yourself, properly round now. You could feel your arms pushing away from your body… no your body was pushing them away.
The seams on your shirt strained, then started to rip. Your skin was pleasantly tight and tingly in all the juiciest spots. They didn't advertise on the warning label how turned on you'd feel, it was like the juice was making every part of you feel sensitive and engorged. Without thinking, you reached up and held your aching chest, feeling a wet spot forming on your shirt where you'd pressed your nipple, letting a little juice out… reminding yourself that you had to be more careful, you didn't want to lose a drop.
Your torso was already near-spherical, your arms resting at your round sides, your hips and lower body starting to round even more after sliding your sweatpants lower. The sound of your shirt tearing on both sides came just as a surge of growth had your shoulders starting to dip into the curvature of your rounding chest. Everything was tight and full and perfect. You chewed harder, like you were juicing the gum for all it could give you.
And you kept growing. Your balance was off, all the juice wobbling and making you start to sway on your splayed feet. Your elbows sank into the juicy balloon of your body, your thighs following as your arms and legs continued to be stretched outward. Your heart leapt as you felt yourself fall, but you didn't fall so much as… roll. Landing with your crotch perfectly against the ground, the wet weight of your body gently grinding on you as your face slowly tipped towards the floor, the last of your shredded clothes falling away.
Your tongue was too swollen to talk, but you could chew. My hands against your juicy, berry skin felt overstimulating to the point of moaning. You were a five-foot berry, perfectly spherical with your head, hands, and feet poking out from the plump surface. The sensation of being rolled, gently, feeling the leak of juice coming from your swollen groin and nipples subside as you tried to calm your breathing and chew more. Watching the ceiling getting a little closer with every bite. Feeling your body starting to brush the furniture.
"Babe, you're… um… getting a little big," I said, barely visible as your head started to sink into a divot of your growing body. It felt too good to stop. Your body was so full and round and juicy. You felt the pressure as you began pushing against the ceiling of the room, the soft surface of the couch rolling you away from it, against the other wall. I was calling for you to stop, but you were chewed, your swollen tongue barely giving you any room to move your mouth. The pressure felt incredible. Inside, all the juice against your skin. Outside, your skin against everything else. Unable to move, barely able to flex your purple, swollen fingers.
When the gum finally lost its flavor, you'd swollen into an eight-foot overripe berry, trails of juice dribbling from your nipples, mouth, and crotch. You knew I'd juice you. Tell you that you'd gone too far for your first time. You could feel my hands already scaling the curves of your body, searching to find any of the most sensitive parts of you that would start releasing the pressure…
But you'd swell yourself right back up, you knew that. Being this big, blue, and juicy was too perfect not to chase with every moment. This was how you were meant to be.
Recent events in the feedism community have made me recognise the need for a database compiling all useful resources on practicing this feedism ethically and safely. So I’m making one.
If you are new to feedism or been in the community for a long time, I demand you read this.
Concerning Safety:
- The wonderful @feederwithbighands has some words for you about cybersecurity…
- This guy’s fairly new, but we now have our own superhero! @feedismbatman will help you call out toxic individuals whilst remaining anonymous:
https://feedismbatman.tumblr.com/
Concerning morality:
- As a website, https://fantasyfeeder.com has a lot of problems, and, as probably the first dedicated online feedist community out there, are probably in some small part for fostering the community’s toxic culture. However, their YouTube channel has this really great video on how to be an ethical feedist and not ruin people’s lives. Please watch this, especially if you’re new to feedism:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBRrgBPMAB4
- Is it egotistical of me to cite myself? Probably, but over 200 reblogs can’t be wrong. This post of mine absolutely blew up back in November and is still doing the rounds, and as my most popular post i guess it’s inadvertedly made me kind of an authority on ethical feedism, so check it out:
- There are a lot of misconceptions about feedism, even within the community itself. This article by Marie Southard Ospina on https://everydayfeminism.com/ helps clarify some of those misconceptions, and shows how you can be a kinder and more ethical feedist. Particularly recommend this one to feeders.
- On similar lines, here’s Ospina again, discussing the relationship of feedism to the fat acceptance movement. A lot of fat activists hate us, in part due to some of the misconceptions Ospina listed above and in part because our community is so full of incels, but if you’re a feedist, you should be for fat acceptance.
- If you’re into podcasts, Wood’s Weird Wellness is one I highly recommend, featuring engaging discussion of the ethics and politics of feedism with some of the kink’s most well-known creators. Really great stuff.
Please, please, please, SUGGEST RESOURCES I MAY HAVE MISSED. I’ll keep updating this post with them. In particular, it would be nice to have some useful introduction to fat politics, preferably an article: I remember m-ary had some good links for that but of course those links aren’t still active, which is partly why a post like this needs to exist. More resources on safety in feedism would also be useful, though I’d assume there aren’t too many. Finally, not to beg for likes like some dumb influencer, but for god’s sake if you’re in this community,
REBLOG THIS POST!!!!!
The more people who read these resources the better.
great post! here are some useful fat acceptance/fat positive people to look up, as well as some really great books to read. this is for LEARNING and not for fetish fuel. respect these people if you go to their pages.
on Instagram:
fatgirlow
comfyfattravels
mynameisjessamyn
themilitantbaker
sonyareneetaylor
thebodyisnotanapology
yrfatfriend
Podcasts and books:
The body is not an apology by Sonya Renee Taylor
Fearing the Black Body by Sabrina Strings
Hunger by Roxanne Gay
The Life Thief by Christy Harrison
Food Psych is an amazing resource, as Christy Harrison interviews so many different people that all have something important to offer to the discussion.
This is by no means an exhaustive list! However they are great starting points for people wanting to learn more about fat acceptance and fat politics.
"oh I ate too much" "I gotta unbutton my pants" "oof I overdid it" "my stomach feels so heavy" that is flirting you are flirting and you are a slut. smh
I am so in love with the sissification of skinny men, turning them into blobs of fat devoid of any muscle or masculinity. All that weight pumping extra estrogen into their body, their once flat chest growing fatty tissue, their nipples becoming sensitive. Calling them "babygirl" as they dryhump my leg like a dog, their belly and tits sloshing around, whining for attention. Poor little baby that's too weak to do anything for himself except open his mouth and consume whatever I stuff in there.
I need to be a blueberry so bad, like you have no IDEAAAA, just round and helpless and pathetically whimpering and groaning while a biiiig crowd of people pushes me around and teases me and FUCKKKK
getting milked against my will is such a big fetish of mine. like yes-make my tits all big and puffy and heavy with milk because you want it, whether or not i protest. if i struggle, just tie me down and punish me.
You’re half-asleep, warm under the covers.I crawl on top of you slowly, already dripping, already needy. You stir, groggy, until you feel me sinking down on your cock.
“Shh, No talking, just let me use you” I whisper.
You feel every slick drag, every needy moan but you’re not allowed to touch me.You just take it, like the good boy you are.
