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mii127

Gosh it's crazy isn't it piggy - that your feeder might be the girl next door. That regular woman waiting at the bus stop, picking up a book from the library. She could be the very same force of nature that commands you to gluttony. Her body that inthralls you and which you worship by fattening yourself up like the pig she deserves - its right there. You dream of meeting your feeder who has demanded you grow your gut bigger for her and bust out of every item of clothing you own. She is standing right there, if only you knew...

mii127

Best. Safe. Word. Ever.

Ozempic. My safe word is Ozempic (thank you to one of my piggies for this brilliant suggestion)

princesskatte

mousegirlheart

REBLOG IF YOU SALUTE THE FLAG 🫡

qgotfat

it's awesome to want to be fatter and get off on it btw. it's awesome to be a pervert about it.

people are perverted as hell about muscular and skinny bodies in public and it's barely considered taboo. straight-sized people pursue their body type explicitly to be seen as sexy, get laid, to feel good in their skin. even by means that are considered risky to your health -- weight loss meds like oz*mpic, diets and fasting, steroids, to name just a few -- if it's in the pursuit of normalized "skinniness" it's within bounds regardless of stated intent. all these methods and reasons are casually accepted without question in our society because they fall into a certain mold.

but as soon as you decide for yourself what's sexy and it falls outside a norm, as soon as you choose to proudly gain weight because you enjoy it, the double standard becomes apparent. suddenly, it's taboo.

reactionaries will justify their disgust reaction by any means, pretending to care about your health all of the sudden as if you don't have the agency to make calculated risks like every other person on this planet. it's dehumanizing and polices the bodies of others.

the decision to include feedism within the definition of "disordered eating" is not only ignorant, it's spineless, hypocritical, unfair, and it's rooted in vile prejudices that don't align with the projected message of this site. if staff have any integrity they'll change it back, though I don't believe they will.

forgive me if this is a bit meandering and i've reblogged quite a few posts about this already, but i had to put in my thoughts. gaining and feedism will never be contained by one website or space. as someone who grew up in neglect and isolation being queer in a right-wing household, it may have saved my life to know there were others out there like me and many at that.

oh and let me make sure i say as well -- health is not a determination of someone's worth or morality

toonpatriot94

Liking being fat is not bad.

Liking fat people is not bad.

Eating however, whatever and whenever you like is not bad. And nor is helping, admiring or encouraging that behaviour.

Feeders, feedees, encouragers and fat admirers are NOT. BAD. PEOPLE. and should not be made to feel as such.

Tumblr demonising the kink and the community behind it is a joke.

This community is and can be a sanctuary for an otherwise marginalised section of society, a place where fat people and those who love them can be unapologetically themselves, and be revered and celebrated for it. And practice their kink (or just embrace being fat) in a safe place, free of judgement.

It’s a disgrace what has been done, it’s blatant fatphobia, plain and simple.

hungryhungry-himbo

Okay what if a love goddess and a mortal fell in love and the love goddess feeds them lovingly with a literally endless supply of treats to show her endearment

hungryhungry-himbo

I drew it. I drew the fantasy.

The love goddess, Aphrodite, visits earth and finds a new mortal to love and spoil, Kai. He’s only to get the richest of foods, foods fit for gods, the fattening effects on his mortal body even more apparent than normal. After each stuffing he’s showered with kisses from his face to his neck to his full belly, moaning and whining about the fullness in his gut, but how he’d do anything to earn her love, eating more and more to make her happy. 💕

leif-is-life

Happy trans day of visibility to all of you.

silverslipstream

worst part about the Internet is knowing that there are finally people who both match and complement your freak. the nearest one is 2,318.4 miles away and your time zones are awkward

wyrmcat

cherrybeargaining

It’s funny cuz it hurts. 🐻🥲

bigboysarecuter

300 lbs is just chubby reblog if you agree

cherrybeargaining

Somebody help me get properly fat, 335 just ain’t big enough.

savourandswell

Why I Am So Fat-

I am over 400lbs. Many people think that being this fat is the ‘easy option’ in life, or a product of sheer laziness. It is not. It takes constant mental and physical effort, it is a kind of warped dedication that most people cannot understand and would not endure. I keep eating more when I am already uncomfortably full, I restrict my activities because I wouldn’t have the energy to do them, I have sacrificed parts of my social life because I can’t keep up with my friends. Sure, a lot of it comes naturally at this point, but I am still making choices every day that my body does not want me to make. I have chosen to be fat. I make no excuses or mindless decisions, I have no delusions or medical conditions.

Why then? Why choose this struggle? Because it’s worth it. Obviously, I get to enjoy delicious food in quantities and combinations most never will. Yet, it’s about so much more than the pleasure of eating (though I love it dearly). I get to feel the ecstatic satisfaction of a stuffed stomach every day. I get to feel the soft, doughy goodness of my body everywhere I go. I get to be a warm, cuddly blanket for a partner everywhere we go- I get to embrace and envelop them with my fat, to feel our heartbeats fuse together as their vibrations send ripples through my jiggling body.

Everywhere I go, I am forced to live with strangers looks of judgement or disgust. That doesn’t bother me though, I am not ashamed. They mean nothing to me, they are strangers to me. And what are a strangers thoughts worth compared to those of an admirer’s? The look of longing, love, joy, and lust in a partner’s eyes will never not be worth it to me.