[slimegirlsapphic]

tired: uncomplicatedly saying you have a fat fetish

wired: never using that label because relegating attraction to/preference for fatness to the label of fetish is deeply stimatizing and fatphobic.

inspired: questioning elements of both of these framings because, even though finding fat people hot absolutely should not be confined to just the label of fetish, the level of erotic fixation on fatness itself that i and a lot of other feedists experience would definitely get called a fetish if this obsession was with something like feet, and this fact should make it plainly obvious how the whole concept of "fetish" is a social construct with serious flaws and limitations that, in cases like this, stigmatizes marginalized people and pathologizes anyone with strong erotic interests that are culturally considered abnormal. recognizing that frameworks where fat people can only be a fetish are wrong and also not shaming or demonizing people for having an erotic fixation that would fit conventional definitions of a fetish.

[craving-cas]

the thought of getting too big to jerk off and still not being able to stop eating, i just keep getting fatter and fatter. my self control completely gone all i wanna do is eat and feel myself get bigger, it feels better than masturbating and besides i can just jiggle my fat, just waddling around could probably make me cum

[skinnyfeeder-deactivated2023112]

You always thought that you could keep your gain secret. That your soft, pudgy rolls would be something you could keep under control, hide in baggy clothes, and enjoy in private. "I'll stop at 20 lbs, and only stuff once a week. That way, no one will notice," you told yourself. But you got arrogant, and started stuffing yourself more and more often, and now you're looking in the mirror and realizing that you fucked up. No matter how much you adjust your baggiest clothes, your belly won't stop showing, and a new, pudgy double chin is framing your face. You look like a complete slob. You are hit with a wave of horror. "I didn't mean to gain this much!" you think to yourself. "I've always been so thin, athletic, and disciplined. I can't look like a fat girl!" The horror turns to embarrassment as you remember that you need to go to work tomorrow. Everybody is going to see your chubby face, your bulging belly, and your ill-fitting work clothes, when you've always been the fittest one in the office. How are you going to explain this? You turn to the side and notice, even in your baggiest sweatshirt, the outline of your protruding gut. You poke your finger into it, feeling it sink into your pudge, and watch it bounce back into place. "Maybe I'd better go get some bigger fat clothes," you admit quietly.

[overfeeder2020]

I got fat. Like really fat now. I can’t hide my fat gut anymore. It is always sticking out. I broke a chair a work. One shirt fits. Zero pants fit right. zero

Alls I wanna do it stuff this thing.

[craving-cas]

dying to be taken out and embarrassed in public after getting high. wearing my tightest clothes, pants so tight and belly so big i’m already waddling everywhere. its hard to sit down i’m so scared i’ll rip my pants or pop a button. you order me more food than usual because i’ll be able to eat it all. the fuller i get the less aware i am, my shirt rides up and i cant even feel it i’m too busy eating.

I pop a button towards the end and that gets my attention, i look around and everyone is staring at me, i look down and my entire belly is hanging out, holy shit i’m fat. but i’m still starving i need everyone to look away so i can keep eating, i look at you for help and you laugh at me. so fucking greedy I can’t stop even after all that embarrassment. A few eyes linger as i shove the rest of my food in my mouth as fast as possible so we can get out of here.

when we get to the parking lot someone parked too close to the passenger side door and I literally can not squeeze through. so you tell me to sit in the back. After i jiggle myself into the middle seat we leave and stop at every fast food place on the way home. some places we get full meals and others just a treat but you keep passing everything back to me, you say it’s all for at home but we both know i cant help myself and i’m already eating. you roll down the back windows so everyone can see me gorging myself, i try go shift over to close them but i’m way too fat. I can’t undo the seatbelt because i’m scared i wont be able to do it back up again. everyone can see my fat face as i stuff more greasy, unhealthy food into it, i’m blushing the entire ride home

[teatimezz]

Oh how easy it would be to pile the weight on you bit by bit without you ever noticing. Offering meals, snacks, treats, and little desserts through the day without prompting. Making your portions larger day by day while watching you dig in with glee. Denying you gained any weight whenever you comment on your clothes digging into your plush flesh or struggling to catch your breath when going up stairs. As the pounds get packed on more and more you pay even less mind to what I’m doing to you. Too dumbed down and well fed to even worry a second about what I’m doing to your stretched round body. You won’t even notice how your thighs push against one another because you’ll be too busy eating your second dinner. You’ll ignore the fact you stopped wearing jeans entirely because for some reason the buttons won’t fit anymore. I’ll help you waddle through your day completely forgetting on how you used to be able to walk normally a year prior without breaking a sweat. Oh the things I could do so easy with just a little enabling :)

[teatimezz]

I want to control your stationary gluttonous life completely. Diet is mine to decide, where I pick and choose how much you eat and when you stop. Your capacity is what I say it is and you’ll listen just like you always do. I want to layer so much lard on you that you can’t touch yourself anymore without me. Only way to release that pent up heat is to beg me to finish it for you. Too pathetically ridden in blubber to do something as basic as pleasuring yourself. I want you doing as little as possible making just the most basic tasks equivalent to a marathon for you. Heaving the heft you’ve grown now isn’t an option anymore especially after how much you’ve put on. So instead you laze and let me do it. I want every aspect having you in complete reliance on me. This isn’t even a manipulation thing either, I’ll be completely honest the whole time with you. But I know you don’t think enough to care about the consequences or repercussions of your own actions. Obviously you’ll do what I say because it’s so nice to just not think and let go completely. Why decide when I already for you to gorge 💕

[teatimezz]

I think people should eat more, think less, and be hornier actually

[teatimezz]

I love being kind in a condescending way to feign worry and over pamper you. Like I’ll say “Are you sure you want to eat more after all that?”, then proceed to help you eat your third serving. I’ll care for your little tasks you struggle with , like helping you get dressed, bathing yourself, holding you up as you struggle to waddle, and lift you off the couch when you’re beached. Treat you as if you’re a helpless animal I’m nursing back to health, except with so much more food then needed. I’ll smirk and act shocked when you realize you outgrew clothes, can’t run anymore, and struggle with stairs. I’ll say I can’t believe this happened when you are reeling from the experience then offer you a treat to get your mind off things. Then after you reach the point of no return start commenting on how weight you gained. Begin to say things like “WOW, your belly is huge, how much have you been eating?” and “You gained how much weight? Maybe we should put you on a diet” as you squirm at the thought of changing your lifestyle. Then I look again at you with a condescending grin and offer to order more food. You of course happily shake your three chins up and down to let me know your just as helpless as you’ve ever been to my treacherous whims

[teatimezz]

Oh darling, what do you seriously expect from me when you ask if you’ve gotten fat. You might have no thoughts behind your doe eyes and an empty husk you call a brain, but you still can see can’t you? The body you have now struggles to adjust with all your pounds and pounds of blubber which creates an image that doesn’t even remotely look like the much lighter person I met not so long ago. Were you hoping I would lie and say “No honey, you haven’t” or are you so far gone you want to hear me say it. Tell you the fact we both know, proclaiming how much of a cow you’ve become. Doing bare minimum effort for all tasks while maximizing time used for consumption and pleasure based activities. Friends and family do a double take when looking at you now because you morphed into a hog of a human. Your flabby body caused by my enabling and your inability to restrain isn’t just obvious but impossible to ignore. At this point my answer doesn’t matter either, whether I say yes or no your body is only gonna get heavier and heavier. So how about this hun, stop asking stupid questions and let me do the thinking, because I know how hard pesky thoughts can be. Just lay down and enjoy yourself because the only question you should be asking is what your next meal will be 🖤

[teatimezz]

I’ll mold you into the soft round brat you’re meant to be. Spoil and dote on you, letting you beg for any meal and constantly receiving what foods you crave. I’ll have you get used to my constant love and care till it’s expected. Then whenever you cross a line whether insulting me or being rude I’ll punish you through your own excess. Stuff you past the point of breathlessness causing you to be unable to say anything coherent back. Chastising you for the greedy fat fuck you’ve become and letting you know who’s in control once more. When all is said and done, you’ll be beached. Completely out of it being too stuffed to think and barely even managing to let out small labored breaths. Each inhale is a struggle as your lungs try to handle the weight of your overstuffed tank of a gut pushing back. Helpless unable to do anything but pathetically whimper as you can’t move. Completely helpless I’ll look at you with a grin and hold your bloated face with my palm as I push another cookie in your mouth knowing you’ll always eat if given the opportunity. The perfect molded round brat deserves all the treats I can offer anyway

[teatimezz]

I want a romantic dinner where I eat regular portions while you gorge on the equivalent of 5 meals worth of junk food at once. As you consume all that I’ll be explaining the reason fast food restaurants help increase obesity rates in America through unhealthy food. With each bite I discuss even more enthusiastically the repercussions of eating this highly processed slop as grease drips down you cheek. I’ll talk on and on about how much weight one person can put on through eating consistently at these places. In detail I’ll continue mentioning how the food is deep fried, made without regard of health, and how the flavor is made to get you hooked as I directly stare with lust at you. Then when you’re finished I’ll offer another round of DoorDash which you obviously oblige to like always

[livestockprincess]

I think my fupa resting on my inner thighs is hot but also why can you still see it at all

[orb-ponders]

the sluttiest outfit known to this world is when the shirt is a little too small and rides up the belly so the bottom is visible, maybe even up to the belly button if we're feeling truly scandalous. maybe over the belly button. maybe like half of the gut isn't even covered. maybe not even at all. oh my.

[livestockprincess]

Who cares, keep getting bigger and bigger

Just reading these words turns me on. The “fuck it” mindset has got to be one of my most absolute favorites. That moment of ecstasy when I’m eating and the realization hits me that my fat fetish is all I have anymore, so I may as well start eating like an unhinged glutton with nothing to lose. Maybe years of my life, but who cares? This is the most fun I’ll ever have, so why delay it? I may as well chug the ice cream faster, keep shoving more fries in my mouth even though I haven’t swallowed the ones I just stuck in, and be a good pig. Ugh so hot

[livestockprincess]

I made myself a fuckin pigggggg

[teatimezz]

Not being able to reach properly to masturbate is actually so so so so so fucking hot. Like the gluttony you’ve brought on yourself is now the same reason why you can’t reach over that soft gut and it’s so good. It’s like those old myths and tales of how one’s greed can come back to bite you in a much more hedonistic horny way. Its poetic and hot and I love it

[teatimezz]

Start taking your feedees on walks with a leash except you maintain a swift steady pace. However when the fat ass struggles and slows down the harder you drag them forward as they profusely sweat. Extra points if you feed them right after so they don’t lose any calories from the little stroll