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Haikubot gay sex. Reblog. You know you want to
haiku bot gay sex. haiku bot transgender sex, if i may be bold.
haiku bot gay sex.
haiku bot transgender sex,
if i may be bold.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.
I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in.
They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them.
I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much.
People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth.
Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad.
The fact that both the tweet and these reblogs are pre-pandemic makes this post even worse
the future is what we make of it
a better world is possible
the future is what
we make of ita better
world is possible
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Fat n Sexy Sesh w/ Reiinapop 💨🍁🍃
((mutual belly play, girl on girl, smoking/vaping))
Watch me and @scarybabe sensually shotgun 💨🍃🍁 to each other! It was such a sexy time and we got so silly and giggly and just couldn't keep our hands off each other's fat bellies 🥵 definitely my new favorite way to sesh hehe
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I’ve had this fantasy of a chubby person, probably around the 190 pound mark, asking their disinterested boyfriend if he would still love them even if they weighed 400 pounds. The answer they get is a noncommittal “yes”, so the person decides to binge and gain a ton of weight to test their boyfriend’s loyalty.
Within a few months, their small frame has exploded with weight. Fattening goods are stashed in the corners of their apartment, and they become sedentary, skipping the gym and nights out for channel surfing and stuffing. The effects are evident. Their belly rests in their lap, sagging heavily over the elasticated waistband of their plus size sweatpants. Their tits, at first, became puffy little mounds, but have since blossomed into a generous bust that jiggles when they breathe. As their lard-ridden body spread out further and further on the sofa, their boyfriend also becomes more distant.
At first, he gives excuses. “I’ve got a work night out,” “I have to do overtime,” “my friend’s had a bad breakup.” But they both know that they’re not convinced. It’s when the scale hits 300 pounds, when they start struggling to roll out of bed in the mornings, that he finally comes clean, telling them about the affair he’s been having ever since they gained that small relationship weight. As their body became swollen with fat, his affair became more passionate.
It’s over. The two break up and they eat their feelings with an exorbitant amount of food. Fast food joints know their apartment too well, and they start using a walking cane as their small body is simply overwhelmed by weight. At 350 pounds, their life revolved around food, sleeping, masturbating and more food. That is, until a spanner was thrown in those works.
A pizza delivery guy, incredibly handsome, begins chatting them up. The connection is instant, and soon they don’t have to worry about paying for their massive pizza orders because the delivery guy always foots the bill. Date nights consist of them eating enough for three people and him watching them with awe and arousal.
But yet again, they find themself gaining that dreaded relationship weight. That morning, they had stepped on the scale and almost screamed at the number ‘398’ that was emblazoned on the little electric screen. Their delivery guy, now boyfriend, noticed something was wrong when they didn’t order as much as usual.
“Would you still love me if I weighed 400 pounds?” They asked, although this time, it was not a test, but rather a shy admission, guilt dripping from their tone.
Their boyfriend stood, deep in thought. He looked them up and down, from their cankles, to their meaty thighs, to their engorged belly, their flabby chest and their spongy double chin. Then he smiled.
“Just 400? I’d love you even if you weighed 1000 pounds.”
They smile back, and keep smiling, even when their scale breaks the next morning.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
At this point literally anything helps.
I’m here for believing
What was that sweetheart? Your shirt is feeling tight? Oh no, I must have put in in the dryer! You know how much it tends to shrink clothes, that must be what happened! All of them are feeling tight? Oh I'm sorry darling, I must have put the whole load in!
And the button from your pants came off? The stitching is always bad from that store! And your belt isn't doing up? Well, I guess you can just go without, right?
It's okay, you just find something else to wear, something nice and comfy, I can buy you some new clothes. For now, I made you your favourite breakfast. You enjoy that and I'll head to the store.
I can grab some snacks on the way back, I'll pass by that bakery you like! I can buy you a box of doughnuts as a sorry for messing up your clothes...
And maybe I can grab some lunch for you too. I'm not sure how long I'll be out, you know how long I can take in a clothes store! You'll probably be hungry by the time I'm back....
What's that sweetheart? You think you might be gaining some weight? Well baby you look perfect to me! I think you should just keep enjoying your breakfast....you finished it already? I'll have to make more for you next time, I forget how hungry you are in the mornings.
Here, I'll make some pancakes quickly before I leave. I'll fix your clothing situation, you just keep on looking after that beautiful body of yours....
ate so good last night i’m still stuffed the next morning 😋
squish
(empty belly)
Not sure how you’ve not yet exploded 🤯
Holy shit I love belly noises
Damn do I hate it when as a feedee I have a feeder and suddenly my weight is the accomplishment of my feeder and not something I’ve worked for. Y’all are wrong for that.
Yes a feeder is supportive and there to help and encourage but let’s not pretend that the feedee is the one physically changing their bodies near permanently for this. A feeder can walk out with no accountability and have deniability if they so choose. The actions feedees take are altering and true they agree to it at the time but people change.
My boyfriend gets lots of asks about “how do you fatten her up so good?” “Damn what’s your secret to making her fat” like HUH?? Do y’all not hear yourselves? I love my boyfriend and him and I are a team. We work together for my weight gain. But yall act like I’m only fat because of my feeder. I’ve been gaining weight for nearly ten years without a congrats. But as soon as a feeder pops into the equation it’s a round of applause? I don’t think so.
Before I had a feeder people would ask if I had one, when I answered no they’d always get so awkward like it was wrong of me to gain with out a feeders supervision. I know I’m not the only feedee to be treated this way both male and female feedee experience this issue. Just damn guys do better.
mooboard for anon: force feeding + immobility
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Forever in disbelief that this is what I look like now 🥺😧
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Through out my gain so far🐷. I can’t wait to double the size I am already 🥰🐷
I love being an absolute PIG in public 🥵
letting it all hang out 💕
can you tell that my thighs are bigger than my old waist? 🥵
alright yall.. ride with me on this:
Vampire scientist holding a human captive. The vampire is conducting experiments on said human to test what foods make human blood taste better. Human goes through constant feedings of different foods, all of which having varying impact on the quality and appeal of their blood. The experiment produces results until one day, no matter what the human ingests, their blood starts tasting better and better. At this point, it is incredibly clear that the human has put on significant weight as a lab rat and the vampire deduces that an increase in body fat is the answer to delicious, irresistible blood. The vampire becomes obsessed with seeing how perfect of a taste of the human’s blood they can get… at the expense of the humans rapidly expanding waistline
