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unzip NOW queen
let it hang sister
Overfeeding her so regularly that her tummy forces her legs to spread further and further apart each day. Her soft fat gut hanging so low it touches the couch she’s sat on.
Having her so spoilt and helpless that you need to buy her a little shower chair to sit on while you wash her fat rolls.
Teasing her and making her shy at how each day she feels heavier when she sits on ur lap.
Slowly conditioning her into having more than regular portion sizes, enabling her greedy habits and rewarding her for being a good girl.
Brushing your thumb over her cheek and gently telling her just how obese you’re going to make her.
Oh to be her in this 💓💓💓
I may never win the lottery, i may never be rich, but if i was, you’d know. There’d be rumors of an off-and-away hedon’s haven; a lovely little sanctuary for tma feeders and feedees alike, funded for every little comfort and service and delicacy one could ever need. those who go looking for it may not always find it, but if they do, it’s rare they’d come back less than 300 pounds heavier, if they decided to come back at all. there’d be work in the social aspect of it, making sure everyone’s honest and considerate of the others around em, but that would, and should, be the only work the girls would have to do beyond shoving what incredible meals those who love to make them provide down their throats, in whatever way they want it provided.
looking at calorie counts, but in a sexy WOW-that’s-so-much kind of way
(with sexual intent) haha imagine getting almost a thousand calories in one serving of this stuff
fuck duudeee, I feel so WHOLE engaging in feedism online. Like a whole-ass person, like i'm all of me at once instead of locking away my kink 😭
So, I'm generally dominant, and I'm a feedee. But, idk if I'm a dom feedee, per se; I don't like, demand food from subs, etc. However, I do get euphoria from ladying my size over small creatures. Fattening dragon that likes to loom.
Lilith, Aster, even Kila to an extent--they in it purely for love of the game. Whereas I have this whole side of me that wants needs to gain weight for species reasons.
--Cass
and as an addendum to last reblog, these motherfuckers who call liking fat people ‘not uncommon’ enough for it to be vilified and trying to define a fetish just so they have something to justify their disgust will blatantly ignore how quickly the fashion industry dropped the pretense of “loving the skin you’re in” or w/e the second that ozempic hit the market and they had a tool to argue against those who were physically incapable of the conformity they wanted.
The “commonality” of a preference isn’t relevant; the point is outside that. It’s the shitty people who want to define who you’re allowed to be attracted to without revulsion and direct cultural norms to explicitly enforce that, either through these hollow campaigns run en masse to normalize doing whatever it takes to fit one ideal, or the massive amounts of people convinced by it through long term inculcation. I shouldn’t have ever, in my life, had to feel shame for the type of people I loved, and the type of person I wanted to be. Now that i’m aware of the circumstances surrounding that, I engage with my appreciation in my own terms.
cant believe having a fat fetish makes me an agitator and anarchist at a baseline. i wish it could just be a preference. instead it's a belief system that is an affront to modern society. "fat people are hot" is somehow radical. i need society to grow up pleeease please please pretty please please
the way im incapable of having a conversation about weight with normal people. those conversations feel like a mine field because there are no right answers. im not gonna feel sorry for you that you gained weight and i dont have any dieting tips and your self depreciating weight jokes arent funny and i dont feel like congratulating you on your weight loss with how mean to your past self you are being and it doesnt feel good that you think that me wanting to gain weight is weird or stupid. sorry
very loudly celebrating gaining 15 pounds with as much joy and enthusiasm as a birthday party to keep the nutrient minmaxxers as far away and disgusted as possible
it’s the overindulgence tbh. the unapologetic enjoyment of excess. it’s watching someone give in to sensual pleasure and then revel in the aftereffects
i love it when someone loves to eat and lets themselves enjoy that to the fullest (no pun intended). i love it
the belly is an erogenous zone I am tired of pretending it's not
Feedism feels like a very rich and delectable dessert, it's not really a need to survive like breathing or drinking water. But it's so enjoyable, the pleasure it brings is unique, exquisite and very enticing, nothing can compare to pushing another bite into their lips just so I can see them full. The delight of seeing stretch marks appear before my eyes and the joy of seeing the pounds piling up in their body, the many feeding sessions and spoiling finally catching up to them, the bliss of knowing we both love this kind of growth and the softness around their mid section, intoxicating doesn't even begin to describe it.
Just like a dessert, just like cake, this is clearly not needed, the excess and hedonism is not an obligation. But doesn't it feel so good? Just like that second serving inside their belly or the "sweet treats" they get pretty much everyday, it's irresistible just like the snacks that await inside a feedee's pantry.
It's all about indulgence, this is not essential, just like sweet treats or delicious snacks, it's all about unadulterated and unrestricted pleasure. And we all want just one more bite of this cake, another serving, another forkful of this very tempting and desirable cake.
So why don't we take another serving of this very enticing cake? We're here for the indulgence and pleasure, might as well take the whole cake while we're at it, shall we? No more "just one more bite" if we truly want to indulge, we better take more than that if we expect to gain something out of this~
Feed me into such a hazy food coma that when I start to snap out of it and ask you what time it is, you shush me and push another bite past my lips, topping me off until I’m all dazed again. Rinse and repeat. 😵💫😩🐷💖
Feedism, for me, is not just a kink. It's healing. It's recovery.
I've always been fat, and existing in a fat body people always either want you to eat less, or they don't care if you eat at all. I also grew up with undiagnosed neurodivergence and an undiagnosed eating disorder that led to me missing many meals either by accident or on purpose. The people around me saw this, but no one really noticed or cared because I was fat, so it wasn't dangerous (which is bullshit, by the way).
When I finally both came to terms with my kink, and started to work on my mental health, I found a lot of healing within the kink. Eating and the enjoyment of food was something that was actively encouraged and celebrated. The friends I made shared their love of food, the love of their bodies, and it made such an impact. I even found love with someone who is a feedist, but they are so much more than that.
Even though I am doing better, I still have some days where I struggle; more often than not, it's just forgetfulness, though the old patterns crop up from time to time. Having someone I love remind me that I need to eat, that I deserve to eat, that I deserve to enjoy as much food as I want to have, it's done so much for my physical and mental health. There's no shame, no guilt, no fighting with myself.
I now actually feel like my body is home. Sure I'm still self-conscious about a few things, but overall I feel better about my body than I did when I was much thinner. I can honestly say that I'm not sure if I'd even be around, let alone doing well had I not both explored this kink, and surrounded myself with people (feedists and non-feedists) who let me know that I could love my body and myself regardless of what anyone else thinks.
Feedism is a kink, but it is also joy, love, recovery, and healing.
Could not agree more
I need to take a stressed and frenetic woman and feed her until all she can think about is how full and heavy she feels. just stuff the anxiety out of her.