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@greekfatass
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Pretty fucking rude that you aren't making me this full rn
I love it when my belly is so stuffed. Feels like I am going to explode and cover the walls in food🐷🐷🐷
"Innocent Dreams" (2013) by Russian painter Serge Marshennikov
Watching the breakup of another feedist couple, and all my deepest-seeded fears brought to life.
A few months ago there was a post going around from a feedee recommending that if one really wanted to pack on the pounds, feedees should think about getting a feeder. This made my heart drop on so many levels. It highlighted how feedees can enjoy their kink without a feeder at all. It lay bare the difference between a romantic partner who is also a feeder and a feeder who is a kink dispenser (even if consentual.) It reopened every question I have about my value in a feedist relationship.
Feedees are the ones who have to live with this kink in public 24/7. It changes your body, and that body will be scrutinized and judged non-consensually and usually negatively. In many ways it is difficult and vulnerable and I do not want to lessen that risk or consequence.
But feeders cannot practice this kink without a feedee. There is no solo version for us. (Unless buying food for randos is satisfying on its own for some feeders--maybe it is.) Our version of 24/7 feedism might not be as obvious and public, but it a lot more lonely. We are the purveyors of kink--and we like it that way--and we don't get anything back. There is no "my turn" within the kink. The focus of feedism for both feeder and feedee is the feedee.
What we "get" is a feedee. And if that feedee wants a feeder but not a partner, what we are "getting" might be very little. The chance to pay attention to someone else for a few hours at a time? A one-way attention funnel? A Saturday night motel when the real partner is out of town?
This kink hinges on so much trust. The feedee has to trust a feeder to take care of them (however roughly you want to interpret that) but the feeder has to trust that the feedee gives the slightest fuck about us. I love that element of kink, of having to be bonded in trust for it to be really good, but it is also terrifying. I hate the way the language can be abused to hide what you really want from a person you are being really vulnerable and intimate with.
Yes, you want a feeder. What does that mean about your partnership? Do you want that human in particular?
I suppose this does go both ways, but today I am feeling my version, my fears. I don't want to just be a feeder. I want to be partner to a real human. I don't want just a feedee. It isn't real until the other part, the committment to me the human, is consumated.
God, do vanilla people have to overexplain like this? Feedism is my sexuality, and my sexuality is part of who I am, full-time. Why do we treat "relationships" and "sexuality" like two different needs? It is the same need. It's one need.
bodies, with all their lines and shapes
i don’t need a weighted blanket, i need a fat man cuddle me into sleep instead
I volunteer 🫣🫡
If your belly goes “Bwomph” when you take it out your pants I need to make out with you right now or I’ll die
About to burst 💥💥
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if you ate so many "empty" calories, then why are you so full?
Me: Try buttoning your favorite shirt again.
You: …it used to fit.
Me: Used to. Those buttons look like they’re begging for mercy.
You: You’re teasing me.
Me: Maybe. But I did get you something.
You: Oh?
Me: The same shirt. Exact same one. Just… a little bigger.
You: That’s actually really sweet.
Me: And there’s a big cake waiting on the table. 🎂
You: I feel like those two things are connected.
Me: Very connected.
You: What’s the plan, exactly?
Me: You sit with me, eat your cake, and enjoy yourself… while I watch that new shirt slowly start fitting tighter too.
You: You planned this.
Me: Of course I did. I like taking care of you.
You: And if I grow out of this one too?
Me: Then I’ll buy the next size… and another cake.
You: …yes, ma’am.
I know, I know what I USUALLY like.
But tonight I just want a big man who has overeaten just because he can, because he's hungry, and big. He's not laid low, but he's not shy about it. He's pretty pleased with his performance, and wants me to admit I was too. He's going to grunt and groan about it while he pulls his belt off, he's going to rub his belly and burp, and he's going to recount everything he ate, showing off.
I want to pretend I didn't notice or don't care, because I want him to show off more. To really try to prove it to me. I want him to tell the same story three times, in case I didn't catch it. I want him to roll his shirt up over his belly and show me how he can't even suck it in, just to get a rise out of me. I will try to control my blushes, try not to stare. I want him to get almost annoyed: he knows this should be turning me on, so why aren't I cracking?
He might be all swagger, but he really, really needs my approval. He needs to know I am as desperate for him as I can be. So he plays it up, exaggerating his moans, drawing attention to his excess every way he can.
Maybe he even goes in for a last beer, a final dessert. Pushing it even after he has pushed it, just to break me.
Who will break then? I think I would enjoy the contest: my self control against his stomach capacity. Will he make me cum before he eats so much that he regrets it? Will he get the satisfaction of reducing me to a feral muse, or will I get the satisfaction of hearing him beg for a hand getting off the couch, getting off at all?
I would like to find out, tonight.
I NEED to take someone out to eat just so I could try and sneak my hand up their shirt and still rub their overstuffed tummy in public
...even better if we're in company
like I've been thinking about it so much it's not even funny
I need someone to take me out and stuff me until I can no longer move😬