just don't call me late for dinner! [laugh track]

22 // aro/ace trans lesbian // feedee (in theory, still thin :/ ) // pfp by auveiss

[tummysmoocher]

I think more people should get turned on by eating too much and being full and noticing their clothes don’t fit the same anymore and

[tummysmoocher]

I think more people should whimper and moan after they stuff themselves too full, so turned on you can see it thru their panties or boxers. I think more people should feel their brains go fuzzy when they walk and feel their fat wobbling and bouncing. I think popping buttons or seams on clothes should get them close to cumming I think that

[ace-trainer-alice]

i do sometimes get really confused when i remember that stretch marks aren't like widely recognized as extremely attractive. the fact that during periods of growth, skin will form cracks (frequently in the shape of lightning bolts. objectively awesome). their color will vary wildly both with the color of skin, the location, and the lighting and temperature. the texture will persist, an indentation in the skin that can be easily felt. that's like such chuuni shit. im chuuni about this. sorry how could you not be chuuni about this. and textural complexity that reflects on a complex history of a subject is like famously the most awesome thing to feel when feeling anything. we talk up trees for this all the time. one of the most fun things to feel while groping. but noooo you have to be ashamed and feel bad about it. fucked up world.

[meowpuptummy]

stuffed and needy 😵‍💫🖤

[feedistbaby]

we ate so much bread and cheese at the bar, life is worth living <3

@puppycattummy

[sapthick]

sorry just seeing how pudgy and jiggly i look now gets me horny lol

[sapthick]

Belly hang check

it's coming in slowly :3

[sapthick]

this is how you eat pasta, right?

[sapthick]

I am getting close to 100 lb gained in my journey from flat to fat, but ... would you push me further into obesity? (please)

[cutielapin]

Bf snapped these pics of me stuffing my face

[tummysmoocher]

Vampire feedism. U will hear me out.

The inherent lust in having someone sink their teeth into your neck, flooding you with endorphins as they drink from you. Paired with the feeling of their belly swelling against you as they drink their fill, your head going cloudy but screaming in arousal. Feeling them break free of your neck but slump against you in a blood induced coma, whimpering and moaning a bit in your ear as they try to rub their belly to relieve the tightness. Meanwhile you’re left under their weight, body still in a rush both from being their prey and feeling their warm belly pressing into you. And regardless of the dangerous situation you’re still in, all you can think about is the noises they would make if you guided their mouth back to your neck. Deep down you know they wouldn’t be able to resist drinking more despite their overfull state, and even with your life possibly on the line, you want to see just how big they’ll make themself.

[fatlesbianjoyer]

have posted in this vein before but one of my favorite things about feedism is seeing gainers develop a sense of satisfaction with and autonomy over their bodies. in so many cases it’s literally a palpable increase over time and it shows in how they act, dress, carry themselves, etc. if they were thin before, coming into the body they’ve long desired and experiencing that sense of homecoming. if they were fat to begin with, taking control of their experience and finding a space for self love within a fatphobic culture. I just find it really powerful.

[speggehtix3]

one of the "these can and should coexist" things to me is "there are numerous fat people who eat healthy and exercise and could beat the average skinny person in a hike" and "fat people who are fat and arent athletic and dont eat super healthy and do get winded walking up hills also are apart of fat liberation and deserve love too"

both of these are true and both deserve love and to be able to be accepted and get proper healthcare

[funnier-as-a-feedist]

What does ethical feedism mean?

Make sure a feedee is into degrading before you start. Check in with their preferred language before you call them "cow" or "pig". Check in with their preferred gendered terms. (Some men might not like their chest referred to as breasts/tits) Even if they like being teased or bullied, comments like "disgusting slob" or healthplay might be too far. Respect the person first by respecting the boundaries.

Body shaming is the tool of the enemy. All body shaming, not just fat shaming. While I don't think "skinny shaming" is real, I still think you're an asshole if you put down skinny people. You don't know why they're skinny. Even if someone is being fatphobic, there are better ways to counter their argument than attacking their appearance. This applies to attacking someone's appearance based on them being bald, or having a neckbeard, or using micropenis as an insult.

If you're a thin feeder, be careful not to put yourself in a position of power above the feedee (outside of a scene). There is no moral value any body type has over any other. If you feel a sense of pride in being better than someone who has "let themselves go" (even if you don't vocalize this) that points to fatphobia and benefiting from thin privilege.

Stand up for fat people you're not attracted to. If you're only attracted to women, still uplift the voices of fat men (& other genders). If you like fatness up to a certain size, still recognize the personhood of a person over that threshold. If you are attracted to fatness but don't want your partner to be immobile or disabled, champion for the rights of disabled people (even if they're disabled from their weight, even if they gained weight as a choice). If you're smallfat yourself, make sure you're not discriminating against infinifats.

Body autonomy goes hand in hand with the trans community. If you're a feedist and you're transphobic, your interior views are not in alignment with each other. Someone's right to their body includes gender affirming care. Respect people's pronouns, even if you see a non binary person who is very femme presenting.

Treat feedist of color equitably. Not equally- equitably. People of color are at a disadvantage in society, and sometimes that means they need to be treated with extra consideration in some areas. Especially on Tumblr, I've seen many feedists of color express how terribly they've been treated by white feedists. What might be okay for a white feedist (dehumanizing, objectifying) could be horribly racist for someone else.

Don't involve people in kink without their consent. This doesn't mean "don't be visibly fat" in public. Because not all feedism content is explicit, this grey area is a little subjective. What might be uncomfortable for some isn't for others. Don't record people without their consent. Don't involve strangers in your scenes. (There's nothing wrong with fantasizing about someone without telling them, but once that comes into reality, it's crossing a line.)

Advocate for your fat friends. Make sure they feel included when you're out in public. Consider the spaces you visit and their comfort. Consider the amount of walking your plans include. Consider the heat.

Support content creators & sex workers when you can. Food is expensive, slow fashion plus sized clothes are expensive, healthcare is expensive, and a lot of them post a lot of content for free.

Listen to feedist's limits and respect them. Just because one person can eat four burgers and a dozen donuts doesn't mean everyone can.

Respect content creator's privacy. They might only be comfortable sharing limited information with you. If they've expressed that they don't want to show you their face/tell you their name, don't push. Many people could face challenges if those in their real life found out about their online identities. You don't have a right to anyone's private information beyond what they share with you.

Don't be dismissive of those with darker aspects of the kink. I don't care if you, personally, are only into soft feedism and death feedism gives you the biggest ick. Just because you're into into something doesn't make it wrong. Fetish communities are areas where those whose attractions are considered "deviant" or "obscene" bind together in solidarity to fight stigma and find belonging. Those with the most acceptable versions of the kink have to protect those with the most extreme. That doesn't mean you can't have "death feedists dni" in your bio (many do just so they don't accidentally engage in death feedism content as a trigger), but don't put them down.

If you're a feedist and you treat fat people as inferior; if you manipulate people into gaining weight without their consent; if you post/reblog pictures taken of strangers in public for your spank bank; if you comment gross and obscene comments on fat individuals who don't identify as feedists; if you view gaining weight as a moral failing (even if that arouses you); if you don't care for the rights of fat and disabled people; you're not a feedist! You're just a piece of shit :)

There is no feedism without ethical feedism. The rest of you are just fucking fat people and giving us a bad name.

[baroquexbitch]

305 lbs of girl :3

[ever-so-soft]

one year later

[custardcee]

Summer :)

[bagelmiester]

Okay this one’s pretty dark and I despise capitalism, but I was recently reminded just how hot a corporate, hyper-capitalist feedism fantasy can really be… Imagine your appetite, behavior, and eventually entire mind being slowly paved over by the slick, calculated, engineered addiction of a billion dollar industry that wants you too heavy to ever waddle away or put its product down. The shame and fear of knowing that you’re falling right into their palms lapping up a fattening druglike food they designed to own you, mixing with the eroticism of feeling your body growing and swelling into the exact uselessly, endlessly needy food dependent customer they want. Not being able to stop yourself from getting off with one hand while shoving their product down your throat with the other as you accelerate the corporate feedism colonization, letting their engineered flavors rewrite your brain until you’re just the soft, panting endpoint of their assembly line. Becoming nothing but another one of their loyal ever-expanding blobs mindlessly dedicated to burning your paychecks on their fattening foods until you’re immobile.

Letting them hand feed you offerings and rewards to chain you to their product and keep you a docile piggy… a discount here, a buy one get 4 free there, free delivery once you’re immobile (or maybe before to suppress your willingness to leave the house). Slowly molding you into their corporate-owned, sugar and MSG addicted, appetite-shackled cow, and it’s not your fault after all~ You’re just one future piggy against a whole industry, against billions of dollars in research and science designed just to grow and subdue you. It’s a fight you can’t win, so you might as well give in and trade your autonomy for the easy, comforting, wet, heavy bliss of constant calorie soaking, becoming a creature whose only remaining instinct is to swallow whatever poison funneled your way. It’s futile because they’ve roadmapped your ruin anyway, the corporations know the exact moment your gaze will go completely vacant when the salt hits your tongue, your mind shorting out as you realize you’ve become a literal commodity, a gorgeous pile of expanding lard that exists only to soak up more product and swell into total, sedentary ruin. And you’ll start worshipping them for it too, they’ll turn your depraved addiction into a craving, an appreciation for the way they’ve rewired you to get off on your own physical obsolescence, finding a sick, sexual spark in the fact that your body is being harvested by greed. Reveling in the fact that the corporation’s financial greed is fueling your caloric greed. That you’ve let yourself turn into a massive, perfectly obedient tribute to corporate excess, a girl who is so thoroughly broken by her cravings that she’d happily watch the last of her custom made XXXL clothes split and tear just for another hit of addictive, greasy garbage.

You can’t pretend, you can’t deny it, you’ll have the evidence of your ruin displayed to you through the company provided health tracking app and you’ll be rewarded for every little submission to gluttony. Because like any good company, they’ll keep metrics on you to measure their campaign effectiveness, they’ll give you rewards if you sign up for that health tracking app where they can measure every little pound you add, your fast declining step count each day, and the way your body is struggling to keep up with their ‘campaign’. They’ll dangle the carrot (or donut) in front of you to keep you waddling towards an obese oblivion. They’ll log you as a loyally brainwashed piggy once they know you’ve reached the state of total, lard soaked, dependent, fitness failure where you’re literally too wide to be anything but a permanent, overfed, stuck blob in your own home. Even then, the campaign won’t be done, they don’t just want you fat… you’re being industrially processed, your old personality being replaced by a thick, sugary static that only clears when you’re being stuffed past the point of agony with their product. You’ll be reduced to nothing but a revenue stream fueled by depravity. You won’t be considered a true success until you’re permanently in a state of chemically induced submission where you’re nothing but a soft, wet and needy vessel for their profits, a pig that’s been fed and rewired to find her highest pleasure in her own destruction. You’ll get off to the intoxicating pleasure of being mocked for how much you’ve given up, teasing about how those corporate scientists have done a better job of owning you than your own willpower ever could. You’ll become so beautifully dim witted and overstuffed that you can’t even remember what it felt like to have a thought that wasn't about your love for the corporation, your swelling body, or your next hit of the ‘medicine’ they so graciously allow you to buy.

Years will pass and you’ll lay in your corporate owned ‘pig pen’ in a mountain of your own jiggly, calorie dense waterfall of lard, sobbing with a dark relief because your handler is halfway through opening the next crate of your favorite products, and you’ll get off to the fact that you’re long past saving (as if you want to be saved anyway) <3