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if you don't kiss tummy you are. wrong
A recent commission for @jwat120 !! ❤️❤️❤️
Something about getting fat in a relationship or after getting married is doing it for me.
Like, it’s such a lovely concept. You finally feel comfortable enough to settle and relax, enjoy some good quality time with your partner and the result is a widening waistline, the number on the scale rising and your clothes shrinking.
A few “Let’s go out for a dinner date" and "I have brought you your favorite pastry" later and the waistband suddenly sits a little snug, your face has rounded out with puffy cheeks and a slight double chin.
You spend most of your time with your partner cuddling and lounging on the bed or couch, munching along while watching movies. Not only your life gets soft and lazy but you too. The once little pooch you had, turned into a belly that juts out no matter if you stand or sit, surging forward into your lap and jiggling softly with every move. Your pudgy hands -on which your wedding ring already got stuck- reaches for another cookie, another plate, another little sweet treat.
And the best part: Society accepts it even. "Oh, you’re just happy and enjoying life" "It’s normal to put on weight in a healthy relationship" "Your wife/husband must do their job good in taking care of you"
Nobody bats an eye.
A REAL hero would know you can subdue villains with take-out and naps.
turned leon into a beautiful chubby man (also a thank you for 4k on here!!!)
soft feedism and romance and treats and spoiling them and weight gain as a metaphor for comfort and self love and receving love are wonderful and honest and open conversations and consent and boundaries and maintaining health and mobility if that's essential to you/them are key when feeding and gaining etc etc
but
god
the fantasy of ruining my fat partner's latest diet, lying about what's in their food and adding sugar and cream and butter to every little thing, saying i've chosen a low calorie option when it's just pure fat, switching their diet sodas to full fat, being the devil on their shoulder, leaving snacks around the house and encouraging them to just have a little treat or takeout 'just this once' knowing that they'll fall off the wagon and go all in, gorging themselves, continually stuck in a cycle of wanting to lose weight and attempting diets that i sabotage and ruin so that they end up fatter every time, watching them blow up a little more each time, so they can barely touch themselves, can barely fit through the door, can barely get out of bed, all they can do is eat themselves bigger and bigger, my gorgeous immobile pile of lard still kidding themselves that they'll lose the weight, still desperate to lose the weight, but all they can do is open their mouth as i feed them enough for ten people and tell them it's just a snack~
when you are eating chips you will often be like well how about one more chip? and then you will eat one more chip and be like well how about one more chip? and what do you think happens after that?
@funnier-as-a-feedist
Ways to tell if your boy has eaten to your satisafaction:
- their stomach is visibly bloated, protruding at a sharp angle just below the ribs
- their belly rolls smooth out, the press of food on the inside stretching them taught
- the belly hang lifts as the whole belly grows rounder and firmer
- the boy arches, presses his hands into his lower back, slides down in his chair to lean backward better
- burps turn to hiccups as all available space becomes stuffed with treats, not air
- complaints and doubts become reduced to regular moans and whimpers
- patting or slapping the belly elicits a deep thump, rather than a surface slap
Additional signs in your personal very good boy may vary, but you will know by your goosebumps, the way your body seizes and shudders without warning. If you find yourself unable to resist straddling him and nestling his belly between your thighs, he is probably close.
Feedism is inherently romantic. Cooking for and feeding someone because you literally cannot get enough of them, so you literally make MORE of them.
Hand feeding them, and letting the taste test new recipes, that you’ve been dying to make for them, having sweet moments of domestic fun together.
Letting them become more sedentary so you can dote on them, little acts of service to make them happy and so they don’t exert themselves.
Buying them their favorite snacks, because you just know what would make their day.
Falling even more in love with them as they grow, getting to explore their body and appreciate the changes as they gain more weight.
Every stretch mark, roll, or dimple of cellulite a little remind for them that they are all your’s.
Feedism can really be such a beautiful thing.
THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT BABY~ 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
please god more leon you slayed so hard with that drawing 🙏🙏🙏🙏
Dude got splashed by mysterious liquid
me: *sees a new favorite character* me: i’m gonna draw fanart of them
me to me:
"still hungry?" asked with zero judgement and only genuine care about your satisfaction, calling you "greedy" as a term of endearment while they're already preparing the next course, "let me see" as they lift your shirt to admire their handiwork and stroke your full belly ♡
Leon too sweaty for a shirt & can’t really fit into those pants
Well…
stuffing them so nice and full they can’t help but slip into a food coma. promising you’ll take such good care of them while they rest - after all, they worked so hard, didn’t they? they’ll feel so much better after a good nap. but then, of course, they just look so plush, so comfy and beautiful…you can’t help yourself. you need to reach out and touch. grab. squeeze, knead, bounce — your sweet, sleepy doughball. you’re even able to work some air out of them, burps slipping out unhindered by shame or etiquette…or wakefulness.
now that they’ve made some room, they look like they could use a snack.
you gently jostle them awake, holding a treat near their mouth. “hi, baby. here - just one more bite,” you murmur, knowing they’re too sleepy to protest. you press it past their lips, stroking their cheek as they chew, and the moment they swallow you coax them back to sleep.
it’s even easier than you thought.
so you start the cycle over: worshipping their body, mouthing at their chest, grinding against their thighs and tummy, diving between their legs, reaping the rewards of their indulgence for them…careful not to send them over the edge. not yet. if they start to wake up from an overeager bounce of their belly or too sharp a nip at their rolls? well, that just means it’s time for another treat~
a dizzyingly delicious cycle, so easy to get lost in. feeding them up even fuller than they started — and they’re just too deep in dreamland to keep track of how many “one more bite”s they’ve had. by the time they wake up for real, they’re packed to the brim, so full they can’t even roll over…and they barely know why. even more, they’re so riled up from however long you spent gorging yourself on them, it’s all they can do to beg you for help. so stuffed they can’t move, so turned on they can’t focus, and completely at your mercy.
you did promise they’d feel better once they woke up, didn’t you?
*gets into new media* what if this character was fat