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You found out my secret.

Since I had preferences....I preferred seeing someone I like romantically gain weight. I wanted to show my interest and adoration by seeing you grow.

At first I told myself It was just a little appreciation, not a preference.

Not a desire...not a need...But I noticed something when I started maturing....I wasn't relating to the trends and suggestions of other people coming-of-age....It wasn't promiscuity or penetration that began to inform my libido.....

It was encouraging EXCESSIVE fatness for loving and sadistic reasons all at once. It was seeing a loss of self control, the sensory heaven of being held by somebody so soft, the consequences of removing limitations, the luxury of eating and living informed by pleasures only, facing predicaments of becoming fatter than you ever thought you would get, loving your body without lifestyle restrictions, enabling the helplessness of gluttony and hedonism....

I just couldn't get enough.

I told myself, even if it's a preference, it wouldn't rule me. That it's just something I really enjoy.

Yet...soon it became all I could think about. I tried to resist it. I tried to explore other things....not because I was ashamed....there's NOTHING to be ashamed about in being large or finding fat beautiful. Fat is normal and it is beautiful....so If that's the case, what was the reason I kept fighting myself on it?

Well, because I'm obsessed. I need it.

I couldn't finish and be satisfied if I wasn't taking action on making you fatter, dumber, and lazier, willingly.

I need to make you fatter and I NEED to be responsible. I need to take ACCOUNTABILITY for it. I need your gain to be a representation of excessive indulgence. I need to handcraft a life that left you enveloped in cozy, padded, plump layers of hedonistic consequences.

I need to see beautiful softness obscure your sharp jawline. I need heavy padded pillow arms resting on hips so wide they're shelf flat. I need to see spilling rolls and folds of fluff and the curve of your ever lower-hanging indulgence apron, competing only with the softness of your massive couch bound bum. I need to see your width debate more and more aggressively with your wardrobe EVERY day. I need it.

I didn't just want it. I couldn't pretend I didn't. Every slim person I fell for, they just NEEDED more. I NEEDED more. So they knew I loved them. That I was obsessed.

I need soft features on EVERY inch, collar bones, wrists, fingers....nothing escaping the softness you've claimed. I need your whole body to shake and jiggle with the heavy stomp of a waddling heel, up through couch filling thighs, past your distended gut, a hefty soft chest, and cease at your soft chin and cheeks, with EVERY step.

I need to see it affect your mobility and cardio, not just enough to notice, but damn, as far as you'll let it be taken. I need to re-introduce you to your friends and family every time the time gap makes you unrecognizably fat to them all. I need them to watch the once modest person that they knew eat until their pants unseam from pressure.

You haven't wanted to work since your new lifestyle started to take place, so instead, I let you pig out here under my care! You probably haven't cared that you get more absorbed by your habits and pleasures day after day. You took up gaming, and binging your favorite series. You don't do much anymore......but before you blame me......you haven't tried to stop it once. You claim to have felt guilty at first, I know. But that was for show, you've unlearned that. Because you LOVE it.

Your face has no filter when I grab handfuls of the new curves you've grown for yourself. Your mouth has no mute when I massage the places you haven't been able to reach in a long time. You hum and moan so affectionately when your body is jiggled by your love handles, it's practically purring. You love it.

I love the sensitivity of your stretch marks, the ones I trace as my hands locate the next place to dig into dough and jiggle you more. I love seeing the squirm and then blush in dominoes that comes from your guilty arousal in how quickly you blew up. You got so fat so fucking fast.

You love how hard it is to get around now, bumping tables, brushing door frames, getting stuck delightfully often......I could see your mind blank out in indulgent pleasure through your eyes before you ask for help with simple tasks like shoelaces.

You found out about my secret.

I found out it was yours too.

Baby, quit resisting your urges.

Just Let Go.

secr3treveal3d

🤭 My Secret has been Revealed 😏

enochfeeds-deactivated20250405

Encourage your partner

It’s not hard. Even if you’re not sure if they’re into feedism.

Just tell them they look good while they’re eating.

Rub the back of their neck as you drive them to get food.

After a big meal make sure to dote on them, seduce them even, make them associate eating with pleasure.

Every time they comment on their newfound gain, tell them how beautiful they look.

Create situations where their gluttony and your praise work hand in hand.

Out at the bar with friends? Order them more drinks than they need. Make sure to get them all the appetizers they love. And when they finish, secretly tell them how badly you need them.

Going to the movies? Have dinner beforehand and bring extra candy for once they finish what you buy there. Make sure to keep your hand on their growing middle. Show them how much you love it.

You need to condition your growing partner to link food and pleasure together as one. The rest will take care of itself.

faloverbabe

Conditioning is such a huge turn on for me. I want you to see me and get hungry. Think of me and get hungry. Get turned on and get hungry. Eat and get turned on. Associate me, and sex, and food until you’re massive and needing more.

weightgainworld

Stuffed sick

I want to put a warning for conversation that mention Emetophilia topics, since not everyone enjoys that.

I am in one of those moods where I just want to see a feedee stuffed sick. I don't want all those calories to be thrown up, but everything surrounding that fine line can be so enjoyable. You get some of the most unique sounds the human body can produce when someone is fed to the point of near starvation. As your gut is just left in this unnatural state of bulging on the sides with no give, you can feel the desperation in a pig's actions. You can hear their sad little moans as they try to burp and make room, to no avail. You get to see their overstuffed movements as they try to get comfortable. The occasional gag signifying the consequences of their greed is a treat as well. You can try to imagine why someone would push their gut so far. At what point are you just a food-filled piñata teetering on the edge of bursting because you keep listening to cruel feeders that get off on your masochism? It's even worse when a cow finishes a huge meal and suck down liters of soda. All that carbonation just leads to painful bloating that makes you look like a blimp. All those sugary calories are going to add to your fat-covered frame, but in the moment, you feel like you made a mistake. You let your pleasure corrupt your body into pushing past any signals to stop. If you have a feeder, they get to decide what 'too full' looks like. That's really how it should be for you. A fatty that doesn't know their own limits will just keep consuming till they are a groaning blob, but your feeder can make sure your belly is never empty. You can be kept at your max all day like the hog you were meant to be. I know it can be scary to be pushed so far. You worry about actually popping like those extreme fetish stories you read. You genuinely feel like your skin is forming new stretch marks, and you fight back with meat sweats while out of breath. The remarkable aspect of all this is the realization that you can become aroused by this sensation. What kind of pervert wants to be this fucking full? The pain should deter you from eating this much again, but you want to get bigger at any price. You somehow think a bloated wobbly gut isn't big enough. You want to look massive. You want to match the size of a beach ball when it is pumped up enough. I am always impressed that there are feedees who will stuff themselves immobile. It means I have to resort to desperate measures to get them to eat more. Get worryingly round for me, sleep it off, and then do it again tomorrow.

quiet-admirer

Call for Submissions for a Feedism Kink Zine!

(Official zine kickoff post 🙂‍↕️)

Toward the end of 2025, Tumblr adjusted it's mature content auto-filtering and it resulted in basically any image of a fat person being flagged as mature, and after 8 years of constantly creeping restriction of adult content throughout the internet, and of feedist content specifically in the past few years, I think we've all gotten super fed up with it all!

If you're as sick as I am of payment processors, advertisers, Christian lobbyists, and tech CEOs dictating what you can and can't create and see, let's create something they're never going to be able to restrict or remove: physical media, made by feedists and for feedists.

So, in the tradition of zine-making as a DIY self-publishing medium of material and topics that the mainstream is anywhere from disinterested in to hostile to, I am putting together a zine composed of a small collection of explicit sexual and/or kinky works that depict elements of feedism, fat fetishism/admiration, weight gain kink, and/or fat bodies (inclusive of asexuality of course) - especially the kind of material that is increasingly restricted from online access.

Submissions could include fiction, art/photography, or prose (for example, about one's own experiences having expressions of their kink, sexuality, and fatness suppressed online).

It's also important to me to help build IRL feedist community, so that we have connections with each other that aren't dependent on how much influence Christian morality has on online spaces at any given time. So, for that reason, I am also looking to have one or two meetup sessions in the Northeast US to put the zine together once submissions are in! You don't have to be able to meet up to submit, though: anyone is welcome to participate from any region!

Once the zine is complete, it will be available in print form for the cost of shipping plus any extra you want to throw in towards the contributors! (Contributors will get a free copy! A digital version will also be available upon request on an individual basis as a disability accommodation.)

Submissions will be due by April 20th, by the end of the day, about 5 1/2 weeks away!

Unrelated cute cheese picture to break up the wall of text

If you are interested in getting involved:

Please send me a DM or reply to this post! :) (it would be cool to get a ballpark idea of how many contributors to expect.)

If you are interested in joining a Discord server for planning and discussing the zine or are interested in meeting up to work on the zine, I will send you a discord invite link by dm.

Let's make some fucking delicious, fun, slutty feedist po rn that they'll have to wrestle out of our fingers to take away! >:)

Submission guidelines:

unclemotherfucker

STOP. SCROLLING.

Yes. You. Tired of fake spaces? Sick of judgment? Done with creeps and lurkers?

HANG GANG is here. 21+ Telegram. Fat bodies celebrated. No shame. No policing. Just real people. Real support. Real fun. Most of us are from the feedism community, but that’s only part of it. This is friendship. This is laughter. This is connection. Fat folks. All genders. All over the world.

We’re going on four years of a successful, thriving community.

Respect humans. Respect their right to be exactly who they are. Nothing less.

We are selective. We weed out lurkers. No creeps. No exceptions. Hang Gang is safe. Hang Gang is judgment free. Hang Gang is belonging, first and always.

Come as you are. Leave stress behind. Find a place that celebrates YOU.

Hang Gang is waiting. Be fat. Be bold. Be yourself. Be free.

Send me a message on here asking about Hang Gang

themissingmuse

After two months in HG, I can confidently say this is one of the most welcoming and genuine communities I’ve experienced. It’s a rare space where you can openly explore topics like kink, personal growth, and everyday life without fear of judgment.

The conversations are incredibly dynamic: sometimes deep and thought-provoking, other times light, chaotic, and laugh-until-you-can’t-breathe funny. From sharing music and art to swapping recipes, there’s truly something for everyone. If you’ve been looking for a place to connect and feel seen, I highly encourage you to join. I’m always happy to answer any questions!

Please contact @unclemotherfucker for info and invite!

sp96fat

I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.

I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.

I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.

I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.

I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.

I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.

Please.

Make me so fat I can’t come back.

Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.

I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.

I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰

fatterroundermoreblubber

Reblog if it’s cool for people to stuff feedee/feeder comments/questions/messages in your ask box!

femalefeederheaven2

Feeling him on top is utter bliss, love seeing the way he completely smothers me 🥰

alternative-ffa

Rant ahead...

Omg people. We need realness.

There's just too much fakeness on both sides of this fetish. The fakeness can be dangerous, especially since it actually requires a serious dedication and level of care for this fetish to work.

We've got the feedees who join Tumblr, send about 50 messages to individual FFA/FAs... then disappear after they have gotten off. They obviously have no real desire to gain weight, no matter how much they squawk that they want to. It's okay to dip your toe in and leave. But when you keep deactivating and coming back and deactivating and coming back... you're just unreliable at that point.

Then there are the feeders. People who write basic content and post selfies of their fit bodies, but have NEVER actually been with a fat person. They just love the attention that they get from feedees. They disappear pretty often as well. Which, yet again, is fine. Everyone should be free to explore and then leave when they want to. But... fat people. They can't just pretend and leave. The weight is still there. There IS NO pretending.

But, it's those of us who stick it out; who have been in the community for a while

Those of us who don't hide who we are. Those of us who have actually been with supersized partners, or are supersized themselves... those are the people I'll talk to in DMs and chat.

Like, I get this is a sexual kink. I get that people will indulge and then leave... it's the people they use along the way that suffer. I also get that this kink can be embarrassing for some. So they join kink communities under anonymous names when they are "feeling it", then ditch quickly when they change their mind. And that's okay. Just as long as they aren't stringing people along in the process.

My issue? Fat people can't just ditch their bodies when they change their mind. There is NO changing your mind when you weigh over 500 pounds. I mean, I suppose there is... but then there would be years of suffering and dieting. It's not as easy as just deactivating a profile.

I'm an FFA who has been with fat men. Men over 500lbs. I know the difficulty that comes with it. I know that, eventually you settle into a caregiver role when you're with such a large partner. There are things not talked about: cleaning them and washing the unreachable areas, helping them on and off furniture, even cutting their toenails because they can't reach.

If you define yourself as an FFA/FA, but you've never actually been with, or taken care of, a person who is morbidly obese. Then you are still living in fantasy.

But fantasy is fine.

Honestly, if you're not ready to truly care for someone large, fantasy is a good way to go.

But don't lie. Don't pretend you're a real fat admirer if you've never made the effort to be with a fat person (I understand just not having the opportunity yet, and that's different); or you've never made the effort to defend fat bodies in public. Don't pretend you're ready for a feedist relationship if you're not prepared for the level of care that your feedee will need. And don't pretend you're in the same corner in the fight for fat liberation if you've never defended fat bodies in mainstream society.

Be real.

beefcakebelly

Be real.

tubbytransman

Reblog if:

You're 100% serious about becoming immobilized by your own fat. You gluttonous pig.

paradiseoutsidr

I've never been more serious about something than becoming a bed bound fatass.

gainlertu

beefcakebelly

I *yearn* for someone to help me do this sort of before and after.

bigbellybuilder0

I just need few gainers for my amazing 🤩 🐷 gaining experiment 🧪 where you have no option than to turn that fat obese hog of your dream.

Only the serious dedicated gainers only

malesuperchub

chubbyboi250

I need to get this fat🥵😍🥵

theruneseer

Lord- Makes one weak in the knees, these Adonises.~

chubluv4ever

Oof I’m been seriously into superchubs lately 😳🙈

beefcakebelly

Please someone make me this big

moobappreciation-deactivated202

Soft feedism is so underrated. It's the act of loving and spoiling your partner so much that it becomes visible in the extra flesh spilling from their body. All that matters is their constant satisfaction, that they eat, drink and smoke to their heart's content, transforming into a hedonistic blob. There's so much more to fondle and squeeze, extra ways to physically pleasure them. They become so comfortable from constant overeating, satisfied with a full belly and a warm tightness in their gut. It's like the caretaker dynamic dialed up to 100.