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@fatmanrocks1
Anonymous commission.
Body Types 101: The always fascinating front and back overhang, possibly the best of both worlds to the fat admirer, whether they be female or male. Also see, back moobs.
Free thinking on feedism
“So gluttony turns you on huh?” You have no idea. So let me give you a taste. I can think of few things hotter than someone who can’t stop eating - who won’t stop eating - until they can’t move. Someone whose breathing quickens at the sight of food. Someone who just can’t help themselves. Someone whose body bears the marks of their indulgence - belly softened and distended by countless huge and heavy meals, hips and thighs padded with the richness of millions of calories. A face rounded by bingeing, chins multiplied by their own lack of self control. Stretchmarks make me weak in the knees because they tell me that person will gorge themselves until they’re literally splitting at the seams.
Give me an eater so eager their world shrinks to the size of a laden table, who doesn’t see beyond the edge of their next plate. I want someone I can feed until their only thought is about the feel of one mouthful hitting their stomach as the next hits their tongue. If you really want to impress me, get on all fours and eat until that belly touches the ground. What is eaten doesn’t matter as long as it’s eaten enthusiastically and to excess. Restaurant plates piled high or bag upon bag of greasy fast food. Sweet, fattening treats or healthy, homecooked meals made for four. Eat it all for me. Eat until you’re panting from the pressure of your overstuffed stomach against your lungs. Until your belly bloats out into your lap, your skin stretched taut and shiny over all that you’ve stuffed into yourself. Eat slowly, neatly, savoring every bite and letting not a single crumb or calorie go to waste. Take the time to revel in the knowledge that your gorging will only make it easier to eat more down the road. Or cram handfuls into your face like you can’t fill that growing belly fast enough. Stick you face right in your plate like a pig at a trough, groaning in gluttonous ecstasy. Let yourself moan in pleasurable discomfort even as you continue to eat as though you’ll never stop. My ideal relationship is one in which there are never any leftovers. Show me the glutton that you are and I will tease you for your lack of self control and remind you that your unchecked greed is exactly why you got this fat. I can see exactly how much of a pig you’re making of yourself in every roll of fat hanging from your frame. Show me the size of your appetite and I will worship the bulging belly you’ve built with it and sweetly coax you to keep going. Eat like every meal is your last, as if the food will disappear if you don’t stuff yourself fast enough. Eat like a bear fattening up for winter. Eat up. Eat more. Eat it all. Eat for me.
Disparity
Fat boy stretch
Office work is good for a fat man with your only exercise being going to the men’s room and your five or six trips a day to the soda and snack machines or maybe, if someone brings donuts, a few surreptitious trips when no one is looking to raid the open box. You think no one notices but everyone knows it’s you who scarfed half the box down. They wonder if you’ll ever exercise any restraint and just stop eating so damned much but after years of working together they know you’re a hopeless case, packing on an extra ten pounds year in and year out, the office fatty who just keeps getting fatter.
Some extreme weight study… still working on it.
Charlotte’s Web
Here’s where it began for so many of us 😄
I swear to god, nothing over 2X is ever made well. And nothing is ever long enough for me at 6’. If I was just tall or just fat, I could probably manage to find more clothing, but my options are wildly limited. I’ve only ever been able to find good fitting stuff at one store and it costs an arm and a leg.
Nobody ever talks about this shit though. Women have managed to get clothing lines to give them a decent (though admittedly still small) clothing selection. It’s time big guys start doing the same. I’m tired of having to wait for Destination XL to have something cool that I want to wear. I want nice clothes that fit well.
I’ve been saying this for years,I want shirts that come in bright colors and not black,white,and navy blue. Also I want more options besides professional businesses man, golfer, Hawaiian shirt guy, and slob( grey stretch pants and sweater).
I want something causal I can wear that looks nice without looking like I’m going to a job interview or sitting on the couch eating Cheetos and chicken wings all day.
@hegbio
Always looking forward to the next meal or snack.
This.