fat literature

This is for the fat intellectuals and the fat connoisseurs. My writing is mostly a medley of real experiences I've had with past partners and my wife. Some of it is dreams. I am a 31 y/o male and married to the absolute love of my life. My goddess. My muse. I enjoy chatting about this kink. The reason I have this blog is to connect to the community, so please shoot me a message or ask. I'm also down to get weird and kinky over chat, but the weird and the kinky is limited to text on my end. Like I said, I am happily married, so anything beyond verbal role-play is more than I am comfortable with. Thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoy.

[fatty-lit]

If you have a skinny wife, I have no choice but to assume you're a bad husband.

[fatty-lit]

You had already started to put on weight when we were dating. I was happy to get you any treat you wanted, whenever you wanted it. I always told you I was going to make you a spoiled girl. But back then, there were still some insecurities. You weren't sure if it was real. Does he really like me fat? Is he going to think I'm a pig if I get another bowl of ice cream? In time, you felt more secure in the fact that the answer to the first was a resounding "yes." I was still here, and my praise and compliments were matched by actions you couldn't deny were sincere. Eventually, you let the second question slip out of your mind. I was enthusiastic about being the one to bring you that second desert. It was better that you didn't know the answer was also a resounding "yes," but just not the way you thought.

And so you gained a little weight.

Then we got married. Everyone gains some weight after marriage. You're happy, you're comfortable, you're secure. It was no different for you. The difference was me. You thought, since you had me, you could let go, but it was actual me who had you. You weren't so much letting go as letting me take you. Coming home with cake on on a regular basis. Running out to get you ice cream in the middle of the night when you ran out. That one time I bought you a whole other burrito after the home cooked meal wasn't quite enough. And of course, ever-flowing praise and encouragement. My hands on you at all times. Orgasms after the second desert. You had finally given in, sunk into the hedonism I was providing you.

And the weight started pouring on.

You were curvy before. I always joked that the first thing I ever noticed about you was your fat ass (which was technically true, since the first glimpse I got of you was from behind while you were browsing the shelves at that bookstore). Well, once you settled into your life with me, that ass got fatter and those thighs swelled. The first 20 lbs accentuated your curves, but the last 30 has filled in your waist and turned that soft tummy into a swollen jiggly belly that's now beginning to hang over your soft fat pussy.

It hasn't gone unnoticed, and yet, it hasn't slowed either of us down. For your part, you can't ignore the fact that about half the clothes you owned before the wedding don't fit, and the other half dig in to the thick layer of soft fat that covers you. Even your flowing sun dresses that I love so much now hug your belly like maternity wear. There's a reckoning coming in the fall when the weather cools down and you're going to realize you don't have a single pair of pants that will button around your thick waist. And yet, you're less shy now than you've ever been when it comes to asking me to go out and buy you another slice of tres leches after dinner.

For my part, I get to take the credit -- or blame, as you like to call it. I just can't help it. You've got such a sweet tooth, and I, by my very nature, have to exploit it. In my defense, I haven't been shy about telling you exactly what I'm doing. How I love to spoil you. How I love the size to which your ass has expanded into and every little dimple therein. How I love the shape and jiggle of your soft belly, even if you are slow to warm up to the idea that a full belly could be an attractive trait. How I think your round face is the cutest thing I've ever seen and the way those chubby cheeks frame your smile is the definition of beauty. I told you from the very beginning that I was going to spoil you, and I wasn't going to complain when you got fat. Well, now you're spoiled and now you're fat and I am far from complaining. I'm obsessed. I can't keep my hands off you. I can't stop the praise and compliments from spilling out of my mouth whenever I'm around you. The sex is amazing and abundant and increasingly more so as your own abundance swells. I'm in awe whenever you're walking around the apartment naked. I'm in heaven when I get to feel the softness of your body pressing against mine. I worship you everyday in every way I know how. Bringing ample offerings to my goddess, while an important aspect of my practice, is just one facet.

My only sin is the other day I didn't tell you that the dress I bought you had an extra "X" in front of the "L" than the size you told me to order. You didn't notice because it fit -- even a little snug in some places -- and we both agreed it looked good on you.

[spitblossoms]

[spitblossoms]

[fatfangs]

its kinda funny how little is needed to turn on a feedist. like yeah sometimes those few lines are enough

[fatty-lit]

I would love nothing more than to spend the entire day in the kitchen, bringing out plate after plate of food for you to greedily consume without question. Without thought.

You're in the other room groaning from fullness and caressing your growing, increasingly heavy belly, while also whining that the next meal is taking too long.

Each time I emerge from the kitchen with a new course, you've sunk deeper into the couch, you're movements are even more lethargic, and the mess of dirty bowls, plates, and utensils surrounding you is bigger. You're bigger. I pause to enjoy the sight of you greedily and lethargically filling yourself with more unnecessary calories before returning to the kitchen. I can't keep you waiting.

For your part, you keep consuming. All day. Obediently eating everything I bring you, while I obediently make you whatever your insatiable greed demands.

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

art by @niochemblyat

[fatty-lit]

After the revolution, everyone is going to be fat as fuck.

[fatty-lit]

Remember folks,

Summer is a trying time for the fatties of the world. As temperatures start to rise, they're going to get really hot and sweaty really easily. It is your responsibility to buy them extra ice cream, popsicles, milkshakes, and whatever other cool treats they need to keep them comfortable.

[fatty-lit]

Okay, yeah. Annie Sieg is my new favorite artist.

[fatartappreciation]

As always, a beautiful piece of art by phenomenal artist Annie Sieg

[fatty-lit]

It's so sad that there are people who want a fat partner but are settling for a skinny one.

It's so sad that there are people who want a skinny partner but are settling for a fat one.

I truly believe there is someone out there with the body type you're looking for who are looking for the body type you have, but society really fucks that up.

[fatty-lit]

A quiet weekend where we go for a drive into the mountains, rent a little cabin, and I tie you to the bed and funnel feed you - keeping you bloated and whimpering - for two days straight.

[ismaelguerrier-deactivated20210]

Nightgown #1 - Pen version

(Pen on paper)

Instagram: ismael.guerrier.art

[fatty-lit]

Should I learn to code so that I can make a feedist rpg?

[fatty-lit]

Okay, so I've spent waaay too much of the day working on the "script" for this, and it's coming together pretty well.

The basic premise is kind of an inverse of Second Helpings. So basically, you play a feedee who goes around town interacting with different feeder archetypes, such as a secret feeder boss, gym-bro who likes to degrade fatties, mutual gainer, etc. (I have a lot of ideas already, but I'm also open to ideas for archetypes). Player choices will determine how much weight is gained each round, at what rate, and where the weight goes. I think it could be pretty good.

However, I'm realizing this is a huge project. Many times more words than even my longest stories and infinitely more complex. It's also outside my wheel-house. Like way outside I barely know how to use Microsoft Office. Making a choose-your-own-adventure rpg-type thing is extremely complex for my Luddite brain.

I'm leaning towards using threads to make this thing, but if you all have any experience with this kind of thing and have suggestions of alternative programs (particularly, if you know whatever the hell Second Helpings was made from), please let me know.

So... I am considering making a patreon. It'd be just a single $1 tier where I post the game as it expands. Like the structure of the game is a day-by-day kind of "round" system. Every day, it loops back to the beginning with all the changes accumulating from the day(s) before, so I would post new versions of the game as I finish each "round." I'm not going to make this patreon until there is an actually playable "demo." This would help me justify the stupid amount of time I would spend on a weird art project which I would only ever share with mostly-anonymous strangers on the internet.

If this sounds even remotely like something you'd be interested in, let me know.

I'm excited about the idea of this project, but I am bad at follow through *unless I have people anticipating my output*.

[fatty-lit]

It legitimately blows my mind that some people don't find bellies attractive.

They're so cute and adorable and sexy and they're *so* much fun to play with. A big soft ball sticking out front that you can jiggle or rest your head on or squeeze or bounce.

Like there's just so much good stuff about bellies, that I really can't fit it all in one post.

And the best part about them, is if you're treating your partner well, they just get bigger and softer.

[fatty-lit]

Should I learn to code so that I can make a feedist rpg?