Don't even think about it if you're gonna be rude

Name's SB. I'm not going to praise or encourage you to do anything, please don't ask. Sexually explicit-be over 18. I'm not responsible for you. I like making stories. Truly, fuck off if you’re not into this or think you found me from somewhere else.

[imagineyourefat]

A forewarning for the below subject, he’s joking (I don’t know him, he’s just my favorite writer of this genre, of course I’m sad he’s not into it as much but bro you are an incredible writer, enjoy it however you’d like in whatever capacity) but i have a personal essay about the bs nonsense he was alluding to below.

So if you’re not on Deviantart the crux of this is, a lot of people come, write these insanely good stories (hey we do not judge here, we never judge here about anything, this is fetish space), then panic because I assume they realize they used their personal emails to make accounts or something just as easy to find someone, get scared they’re going to be found out and judged for it by people in real life, announce they’ve found God and they’re going to get help and you all have problems if you think this ish is ok and they’re deleting everything.

That’s their prerogative, they can do whatever they want. But I feel it’s important particularly in fetish spaces to at least understand a lot of times, this ish isn’t something you can make go away, this is something you’re gonna be into for the rest of your life, denying yourself isn’t going to make your concerns about it go away.

You might be able to hide whatever you’re so afraid of people learning about you, and I think a lot of people end up doing that because they feel they ’need’ to do so to ‘fit in’, but I personally don’t feel like that’s being true to yourself or exploring what makes you tick. No gods no masters in the trash heap that is the messy void of sexuality and how it develops, ok?

So long as you are not maliciously hurting somebody and informed consent has been had and you’re not intentionally manipulating someone with the specific goal of harm, there isn’t anything wrong with letting your mind run wild. Nothing wrong with talking about, writing about, engaging in or being creative about it. People are inherently creative and when you stifle that it oppresses you on the inside and possibly harms you later down the line. You’ll know the people this has happened to because they’re now expressing themselves in very unhealthy ways that are damaging to both themselves and others.

So back to his parody of the trend of people coming and putting out these incredible things then getting cold feet and deactivating everything and claiming moral superiority. Again, you want to do that that’s your prerogative, but it will seem like a cop out to most people who’ve embraced this part of themselves and understand its not just something you can get rid of on a random Tuesday. The most frustrating thing you can to ‘degenerates’ when you claim to be part of them is also claim to have risen above and now you pity and are praying for them. It’s pandering, it’s patronizing. And the ‘I’ve found god now’ thing is done so much it sounds disingenuous and like you’re afraid your mom is going to find your stash of naughty books so thats why you’re bailing.

So I appreciate him making this and calling it for what it is. Embrace yourself or don’t, it’s ultimately up to you in how you want to explore your inner self, but in the trash heap that is humanity, there is not a single person out there who is supremely morally superior than the rest. Claiming that all but guarantees you will not be welcomed back with the same enthusiasm.

[imagineyourefat]

Oh hello there, long time no see, hope you're all well :) Not a story update, sorry!

I feel weird about saying this but here goes: I've always had kidney issues, you might assume that doesn't go well with uh, anything feedism related, and it doesn't, especially because I'm not a huge fan of water but I am a huuuuuge fan of sodium-packed everything, and my kidneys really hate me for that. I thought for the longest time, I can handle that part of me and still be fat, and I can usually! Just not always apparently.

I have come to accept myself so much through this kink, I do my best to advocate for fat in my daily life and on my other blogs because I really fucking hate the people who think being fat is ugly or the end of all times, they've been brainwashed by a lot of environmental factors and I hate that for them. That part of me is never going to change, I have a responsibility and mission to push people to be more accepting because we are such a wide, diverse range of bodies and people, and I know the thing here is fat fat fat I know that, but at our core all of us are our own complicated and unique human beings. Fat isn't an impediment to that, it's a description and it can be a really wonderful thing to a lot of people and I love that.

But back to the kidney thing. So I've had kidney stones on and off since college, they suck every time, I had one come loose a couple months ago (after 4 years of no stones at all I was so proud of myself), and this one was too big to pass on it's own, so I ended up having surgery to get it removed. It fucking sucked and I still have complications from that and it'll be a while until that's fixed too.

In the meantime, for the first time in my life I'm literally afraid of eating, I can eat like 5 things 'safely' (yes I know exactly how that kind of behavior sounds I hate it too) but I can't go overboard on sodium (and you may have noticed sodium is in everything tasty, if you think I wouldn't cry over not being able to have costco pizza you'd be wrong) or there's a chance of more stones developing or getting larger than the ones currently chilling in my kidneys already are.

I've lost a lot of weight (okay not a ton to all the wellness influencers out there but it's about 10% of my previous body weight), and it all feels so weird. Like it's all antithesis to my personality and what I stand for. It wasn't intentional it's the sucky side effect of basically realizing my body has betrayed me and will happily give me consequences because I'm just genetically lucky enough to be predisposed to stone development. And apparently I suck at choosing my own diet.

And I know there's also nothing wrong with weight change, it happens, it will go up and down our entire lives, but this was just so unintentional and every time I get on the scale I start crying cos I didn't think this was going to be me. I don't even like getting on the scale, I hadn't been on one in YEARS until I had to at the ER. This isn't who I came to terms with in my body and my space, this isn't who I love completely and wholly, but she is still me and I have to love her as much as I can cos it's my body regardless.

So, I don't know where I'll be in the future here. I'm certainly not taking this blog down, I might get a spark of creativity every once in a while especially when things...heal down there lol. I still like this stuff, I lurk around here all the time on my other blogs (I like to think I'm slick but tbh I think it's pretty easy to figure out who I am elsewhere), I don't think that part of me can go away. And I've never said I was actively gaining or looking for a feeder or anything either, but it just feels weird. But, I guess what I'm trying to impart here is enjoy yourself to the fullest where you can, you never know when you're not going to be able to, and take care of yourself where to can as well in whatever way works best for you.

Anyway, happy Easter :) Enjoy it and have all the freakin chocolate you wish, let me live vicariously through you ❤️

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Really craving fucking through the night but we are both overfed the whole time, with breaks for more food. Something about staying awake just to eat and fuck really hits right. Then the crash afterwards being fully spent and fully filled.

[imagineyourefat]

The Twinkies

20 years ago your mom brings home twinkies from the store. She’s in full blown diet culture so this is not only a shock but also…suspicious, because you’re the only pudgy one in the household. She’s not gonna eat the twinkies; she hates them, she’s said so many times before and has never bought anything of the like despite your pleading. Your siblings, your other parent, any other relatives, they’re not gonna eat the twinkies, they’re all just as immersed as your mom is in their own ways. So who’s gonna eat them? Why did she buy them?

You have a dilemma: if you eat them, which you’d like to cos they look delicious, all sweet and artificial yellow and pillowy and perfect to shove just a couple down your throat and experience a chemical-culinary masterpiece of the modern era, everyone’s gonna assume it was you. You, the fatty, the tubby one, the one who everybody already makes comments about how you should slow down at dinner and don’t eat too many sweets it’ll spoil your appetite (hasn’t happened yet but ok). Of course you’re gonna eat the Twinkies, every fucking person in the house knows it. And they’re gonna make fun of you for it, for enjoying a sweet treat, for the perfectly natural reaction of wanting something yummy. God, shame kicks in and you haven’t even touched the box, you’re not even in a 5 foot radius of the box you’re merely looking at it.

You can’t eat the Twinkies. It’s a trap. It’s a diet culture snare carefully set out by one of its cult followers, patiently waiting for you to walk right into their pit of shame so they can tell you what a pig you are for daring to eat the treat.

20 years ago that box of Twinkies sat in the pantry until it expired (they do expire contrary to popular belief) and nobody ever ate a single one or even opened the box, especially not you, because you were smarter than the average pig. At least that’s what you told yourself.

20 years later Twinkies have been on a wild ride. Lagging sales, discontinued, resurrected by the American public based on nostalgic brand recognition alone, a bunch of different flavors, and now you’re back in the grocery store, in the baked goods aisle, staring at a box of the damn things. They don’t have the same appeal as they did back in the day, but you’re frozen in front of them because the shame of that day so long ago still lingers in your brain, a core memory you can’t escape. You never even ate them, let alone had them at any other point in time, and somehow your thoughts are filled with mean teenagers laughing, pointing, and calling you a fat hog for stuffing your face with boxes upon boxes of Twinkies. Of artificial cream pushing out the corners of your mouth and down your chin, staining your shirt. Of that perfect spongey cake filling your already substantial belly, filling it, filling it, expanding, pushing outwards, making that stained shirt rise up and up and up right past your swollen dome of flab…

As you stand there sweating even in the air conditioned store, that primordial fear morphs into something else. Those thoughts become a much more powerful vision of you surrounded by baked goods, glutting yourself to the max on box after box of cheap sugary goodness. Of getting tired because you’ve unwrapped so many little goodies and shoved each one in your mouth, barely chewing because they’re hardly substantial but absolutely swallowing like you’re desperate to get them down. Needing helping hands to push those treats into you, to rub and poke your swelling gut as you consume more and more and more, of being reprimanded for needing so much…while also being praised for eating so much. For filling yourself to the brim. For gasping through the pain of too much cake and sugar and making sure there isn’t a single crumb or speck left. For being a good little pig who snorts out all the yummy snacks and makes sure they all disappear straight into your fattened, heavy belly. For never stopping until your sides ache and it feels like you might split open if you have a single bite more.

Blinking those visions away, you reach out and grab your first ever pack of Twinkies. Maybe two packs, actually, you never know, the chocolate ones might be better than the vanilla and you need to know. Actually maybe get the banana one too, you’ve heard it’s gross but you won’t know until you try.

Actually, let’s get all the flavors just in case. Better to be smart rather than regret not trying them all.

[imagineyourefat]

This is gonna probably come off not in the best way but it’s just something I’ve noticed in the last couple years, and i have thoughts about it (so of course I’m going to go on a diatribe about it, duh lol)

I think it’s very interesting from an observational point how there’s people in this space who get uncomfortable with what they’re saying or doing and then completely disappear only to continue popping up over and over again (now why they’re doing this can be innocent or malicious but for my argument I’m going with the innocent side, fuckers who lie about who they are and who just want to do fat chat to get off then disappear into the void and do it over and over again to unsuspecting people can get fucked).

And this isn’t a call out post, I think it’s normal to feel doubts about yourself and what you like from time to time, but I also don’t believe self flagellation will make you feel better about it long term.

Particularly on deviantart, which is where I notice this most but it’s bled over to other places too. There will be posts people make about how they don’t want to influence people or actually make people fat via digital encouragement so they’re going to delete themselves forever, and those I feel aren’t taking the topic seriously until they truly think about it. They don’t actually like the idea that what they’re doing might potentially influence someone to do something they’re actually uncomfortable with and haven’t addressed why they’re uncomfortable about it yet.

The chances of something happening is about as good as nothing happening. The thing about consuming content is it’s up to the person consuming it to decide what they do with it. That’s always been my stance on writing kink stuff or kink in general. I am not responsible for your decisions at the end of the day. I am not encouraging anyone to do anything harmful to themselves, I am writing fantasy scenarios that I hope are mostly realistic and respectful to the subject matter, and hopefully don’t make people feel bad about themselves. If you like something I write, awesome, if not sorry you had to see it, but ultimately I’m doing it for me because it’s something that I find pleasurable.

Every single one of us who’s into this got into it one way or another. We saw something on tv, read something, heard someone talk about, saw someone or something about ourselves that just made our brains go brrrzzttzzz, etc, and that’s just how it is. I truly believe if you’re really into something, you will eventually find your way to it regardless of how it’s found.

But I feel it’s important to think about it and its consequences through before engaging and putting things out in the world if it is something you’re still unsure of. Doing so minimizes chances of feeling guilty and shameful and putting yourself through the wringer about it later.

And yes, not everyone can or will do that, I understand that, but if you’re feeling weird about this kink/lifestyle/whatever it is important to understand it’s not a joke to most of us.

It’s not something that can be easily reversed or changed because the majority of this kink isn’t 24/7 stuffing, anime girls the size of houses, grease, and tummy rubs (shocker, I know). It’s just existing. It’s real life problems and concerns and dealing with those at the same time. Most of us are out here being decent enough people. Most of us are seeing the in real time decline of the body positivity movement in the public media space and are understanding this affects us both in stigma and in how people will interact with and continue to label us/this a super taboo fetish/spectacle that can only be ‘appropriately’ viewed as entertainment, and that does indeed hurt. A lot. To be considered an embarrassment rather than an actual person with feelings. So I do believe when people start guilting themselves about this topic it’s more than likely because they’re suddenly realizing the subject at hand is about real people at its very core, and until that moment they hadn’t been thinking about it as a realistic possibility.

So yes it is important to think about the consequences your interactions and contributions may have beforehand, because if you’re continuously uncomfortable with your own mind and want to disappear every time you realize it, it’s not gonna get better. It’s going to internalize your feelings of guilt more deeply.

If you don’t want to be a part of an alternative culture, if you don’t want to admit you like larger bodies or enjoy your own larger body, if you can’t convince yourself to publicly care about this group, but you do find it fun to get off to and that’s it, fine. But it’s probably going to harm your mental health in the long run if you can’t come to terms with your internal feelings. Fat people are going to continue existing regardless of what you do ❤️

Anyway, enjoy your weekend and remember to love yourself :)

[imagineyourefat]

Don’t be fooled.

There is a bulging tummy there, hidden behind 3 layers of clothing, strategically tucked in just so to create the illusion of flat if you look at it from the right angle.

But if I walk, if I move, if I sit, that triple layer of protection crumbles and you can see a fat roll at the bottom of my belly.

Spilling on my lap, squishing where my jeans think they need to hold it up, invading space and announcing to everyone that I am indeed fat just in case everything else about me didn’t already clue them in.

It’s thick, it’s immovable, it’s never not been present regardless of my weight.

I think it’s cute, I think it’s soft and sweet and squishable and protects my organs, and if I didn’t feel like people were going to comment about it behind my back which inevitably leads to “are you doing everything you can to prevent diabetes? Are you sure you don’t want to do this diet with me?” type of conversations I wouldn’t need those 3 layers keeping it tucked away.

Out of sight from people who apparently can’t keep their mouths shut for the life of them, who’ve spent their entire lives with body shaming engrained in their very personality even if they don’t mean to come off as rude.

Away from people who don’t, and won’t, understand.

So I keep it hidden, hide everything away, try not to take up space around the wrong people, don’t ask why they didn’t want to take pictures with me, and I do my best to remember who really matters.

Do I like me?

Do I like my cute fat tummy roll?

Am I okay with myself?

Do I think I’m sweet, attractive, kind, caring, gentle, funny, creative, conscientious and overall wonderful?

Yeah?

Yeah :)

Keep showing up, keep loving yourself, you don’t have to explain or answer if people don’t understand, and of course keep yourself safe when you know the situation wont be kind to you, but never forget.

You matter the most, and what you like and feel and experience, is what matters first :)

And goddamn the tummy roll in jeans is a cute look and I don’t care what any talking head says 🩷

[imagineyourefat]

Told my mom yesterday that I would, not even joking, most likely have some extremely high body dysphoria if I was ever skinny enough to feel my bones sticking out and that is probably the initial reason I've always been A-OK with being soft and fluffy, there is not a day where I don't already feel extremely uncomfortable because I can feel my collarbones too much there is no way I'm striving to make that worse, I don't like things sticking out in vulnerable places where they can be (accidentally) hit or bruised or banged on furniture and as a clumsy person this happens too frequently as it is

[gaytanic-panic]

An Open Letter To People Who Actually Want To Be Fat

When it comes to large bodies, there are a myriad of reasons people are fat. These can include, but are nowhere near limited to, genetics, P

"Wanting to be fat (much like wanting to be thin or in-betweeny or athletically built) isn't something I, or anyone else, should have to defend. But it is something I want to talk about more. In radical fat acceptance conversations, it's pretty much acceptable to say that you actually enjoy being fat; that you see beauty in it, that you see beauty in the fatness of others, and that you feel empowered by the way you look. In mainstream conversations and day-to-day interactions, that isn't remotely the case. If you are fat, and you are not publicly trying to "fix" yourself, you need a reason and an excuse. You need proof that you're healthy regardless. You need proof that your weight "cannot be helped." Saying you're fat because it's something you want remains more or less off limits, and certainly not something met with respect for one's choices.

I'm over it. As is the case for most people, I am fat for a few reasons. But the main one is simple: That's how I like it. Some people aren't fat because of illness or the financial burdens of "eating clean" or because their parents are fat, too (not that there's anything wrong with that). Some people just want to be fat.

If you're also one of those people, please know that it's OK. Know that you aren't shoving your beliefs and preferences down anyone else's psyche. You aren't claiming that everyone should be attracted to you. You get to decide to what degree health matters to you, much like everyone else. You get to decide how you go about maintaining your weight. You get to decide what to dress in, or what kinds of people you want in your life — romantically or otherwise. You get to be autonomous over your body. You get to rock your own unapologetic fatness."

[imagineyourefat]

Full

(CW: sorry this is explicit)

Goddamn she is incredible. Kneeling between her soft, pillowy, spread-wide thighs on the bed, you look down at the cherubic angel you’ve created with your own hands. She leans back against the headboard, head tossed to one side with a thick double chin that’s got a drip of a strawberry kiwi smoothie running down it and fuck you want to kiss it off her right away.

So you do, hunching over her helpless form, first licking off the sweet, tangy fluid and then kissing her neck so hard you leave a hickey while she moans over how good it feels.

What feels good? Oh, everything. You see, she’s cradling a taut, round belly that already pouts far over any set of panties, that feels way too full at the moment yet just right to her. It’s been crammed full of cookies, pastries, decadent bits and bobs off an expensive charcuterie board, and of course the aforementioned smoothie. Forty-eight ounce King-sized smoothie, of course.

Her body’s tingling from her head to her toe, euphoria washing over her because you may be kneeling between her thighs, but one knee is definitely rubbing a specific spot between those velvety soft legs and making a mess you’re eager to clean up later.

And while your mouth is occupied with her neck, your hands have been free to roam. They’ve joined hers on her massive tummy, fingertips pressing deeply and jiggling all that fatty tissue. They’ve wandered to her plump breasts, toying with them and knocking them this way and that since they don’t rest on top of her gorgeous, stretch-mark laced gut anymore. No, they droop to either side and it’s so incredibly hypnotizing to watch them wobble to and fro. Goodness, what a bountiful goddess you’ve encouraged and brought to life.

Yes, your angel is in heaven right now, squealing in delight and doing her best to rut back against your knee. And there you are, everything her body isn’t—thick but hard, muscular but lean. There you are, crowding her, pushing against her, groaning over how good, how soft, how malleable her body feels against you and in your hands. How sweet her skin tastes, how her little pants for air drive you crazy. God you could just eat her up.

And you will later, but right now your lips drag from her sweet, intoxicating neck all the way up to the cute shell of her ear.

Pressing your full weight into her stuffed, bloated body you whisper, “You can’t be full yet, baby. I haven’t even brought out desert.”

[imagineyourefat]

I'm thinking about joining feabie. I have reservations because, I think I do want to start a relationship, but feedism isn't my primary or a necessary kink for me to have a romantic relationship with someone (do they need to be respectful of all body types and like larger body types too? yes for sure). But as I'm staring at their website I see it's also just for anyone who has a proclivity toward larger bodies and I appreciate that, I downloaded woo plus but the feeling I'm getting from a lot of profiles is they're fake or are strictly looking to sext and not actually meet someone (I didn't pay for a subscription which I realize does thin out the herd quite a bit). Anyway, I think I might but we shall see. I know people here have had both good and bad experiences with feabie so I'm assuming it largely depends on who/how one interacts.

[imagineyourefat]

Hmmm so lifedump:

-My dad had a serious emergency and has been in the hospital since the beginning of February and he's likely gonna be there for a long long time (it was extremely touch and go at first but as of today I am feeling more confident he will recover eventually), this is a good reminder to try and take care of your abdominal organs regardless of weight because if anything emergent happens to them it is not a fun recovery and there are a lot of complications and unless you're ready to spend potentially hundreds of thousands on rehab (or have insurance that'll cover it) it's going to be a very expensive recovery.

-Still single, but like in a good way I think. I've met many guys while in my exploratory phase, some were awful, some were great, a couple I really enjoy talking to, but you know at the end of the day I'm really enjoying being able to stretch out in my big ass bed and not knocking into anyone lol. Oh and it's so nice not having to listen to anyone snore like they're being choked.

-I traveled for New Year's, it was really cool, no fireworks tho, which was a bummer.

-I am much more comfortable just being fat in my daily life, and I know that's because of being part of this community but also from just embracing myself and who I am more, and I genuinely appreciate it. Sometimes I hear people talking about how being fat is their worst nightmare and it just makes me sad cos dang, it is not the end of the world, I promise. It's fine. It's only the end of the world if you make it that, don't worry so much. Will people treat you differently? Yeah, they will, but that's a reflection of their poor character, not yours. Gaining weight, whether it's just a little or a lot, is ok.

Anyway, happy saturday :)

[divinehedone-deactivated2024022]

honestly here’s a brain dump about all this:

1) the thin “I don’t actually gain I just imagine it cos it’s unhealthy” people in feedist spaces are always the most vitriolic when god forbid the fat people want to prioritise fat people. It’s almost like they believe thin people are superior and should be given higher status! Hmm! Wonder where I heard that one before!

2) Nobody has an issue with thin people being in feedist spaces but in the past year or so it feels like fat people are being pushed out of these spaces, and made to feel like they’re dirty or wrong for weighing 200lbs+ or not having a background of competitive sport and athleticism that they proceeded to “let go”. Like it or not a lot of fat people come to feedism from body positive communities, and after learning about fat liberation enter in with the suggestion that their body might be praised BECAUSE of the way it looks rather than in spite of it. Imagine how shitty that feels to be too fat for the fat admirers! And the tipping point for “too fat” gets smaller every year. I hover between 240-260 comfortably right now but have been up to 300lbs in the past. I have never been smaller than 200lbs as an adult. I was a fat child and a fat teenager. I have been told by multiple feeders that I would not be worth feeding because I’m too fat already, and it wouldn’t be a “real gain” because I never had the starter belly. I have also been told that I am too fat to identify as a FFA because that moniker apparently implies contrast, and can’t be a feeder either because I’m too fat to do it correctly. If the only valid way to practice feedism is thin feeder small fat feedee then what are the rest of us doing? Being expected to shut up and go away because we’re too huge and unfuckable? It’s just fat shaming rhetoric with extra steps.

3) I tend not to listen to people who can take their fat fetish off and put it away at the end of the day especially when their content focuses on how *huge* and *ruined* their bodies are. I’m sorry, I’m not going to feed into the delusion that someone who is 140lb is too fat to walk buy clothes or any other thing your smallfat of the month is telling you because they’re just TOOOO huge and disgusting!!! it’s just fat shaming rhetoric with extra steps!!!

[porcobruno]

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” he waddled up behind her to give her a kiss. She was busy preparing breakfast, a veritable smorgasbord of every decadent breakfast food you could imagine. The bacon piled high on the table, next to the fried potatoes and eggs, as she finished the final batch of pancakes and started on the French toast. She loved cooking like this, especially for her large fiancé. They met a few years back, with a mutual interest in his waistline. He was a modest 270ish pounds when they met, but through her fierce and loving care, he began to grow, and in recent months his appetite had become truly insatiable.

He placed his hands on her waits, slowly creeping his hands around her to cradle her burgeoning chub. She had always been an avid gym rat, always going for a morning and even in run while he stayed home gorging on snacks and treats she left him. Ever since they became engaged though, she had gotten so busy planning their wedding, as well as trying to keep up with his growing appetite, that her exercise routines slowly dwindled to every other day, then once a week, and eventually just once a month. In fact she had recently went back to the gym for the first time in a few months, but she felt so embarrassed by how tight her old workout outfits were in her now. She didn’t last more than 10 minutes on the treadmill before she was a wheezing mess. She was forced to leave when she reached down for her drink and loudly split her tights down the middle. Her embarassment left her red faced and slightly turned on by the experience. She had returned home and told her chubby hubby about the ordeal. He could tell it was turning her on, as he began to tease her and pinch her subtle love handles.

From that day forward she began to worry less and less about her figure, occasionally indulging in the fattening feasts she made for him. On a couple occasions, she stayed up after he went into his food coma and experimented with stuffing herself. She had never thought of herself as a feedee as well, but she definitely enjoyed her newfound appetite and fuller figure.

As she put down the rest of the breakfast, he began to dig in. As he grabbed handfuls of bacon and ate whole pancakes in two bites, she quietly piled up her plate. She had always been more intrigued by his gorging whenever he would start to inhale her food, but these days she found herself more so focused on all the wonderful food she piled on her own plate, as her belly let out an audible growl as she poured a healthy amount of syrup on her pancakes. She could feel herself getting turned on as she stuffed her cheeks with the sweet, greasy, and filling meal.

Her appetite was nowhere near his, as he had easily eaten more than half of his share by the time she neared the end of her meal. She was sweaty, getting tired, and her stomach was tight. She had overdone it a bit, but it was Valentine’s Day, she wanted to make sure she indulged as much as he did. A hearty belch from his mouth snapped her out of her growing food coma as she dropped her plate and tried to subtley rub her swollen gut. “How was…breakfast…babe,” she asked, slightly winded.

“Good as always honey, you looked like you were enjoying yourself too. My little piglet is sure enjoying herself these days, ain’t she?” He teased with a smirk. She bit her lip a bit, but remained silent. She was too full to stand, but wanted to jump on his chub then and there. After they had rested a bit, she finally worked up enough to stand and begin to clear the table, even though there was still a hearty amount of pancakes and bacon left. As she waddled over to his side to pick up his plate, he grabbed her around her waist and lovingly rubbed her bloated form. “You really enjoy your own cooking now, don’t you piggy?” She didn’t reply, just nodded shyly.

“Help me up,” he asked her. She held one arm as he slowly struggled to push himself of his chair. As he stood, he towered over her, as their bellies touched ever so slightly, she could feel herself getting wet. He slowly grabbed her around her waist, and slowly guided her in front of her, before slowly bending her over the table. He put his hand between her thighs and could feel her dripping. “My goodness, such a greedy girl getting so wet from some food? You naught end up even bigger than me if you’re not careful,” he pulled down her overstretched tights and started to play with her lips. She couldn’t help but moan and grind back against his hand as he teased her, she needed him to mount her.

“If you want me to continue, you gotta keep eating piggy,” he teased her as he slapped her large ass loudly. She moaned, half in need and half in regret. She was so full and didn’t think she could continue. Before she could reply, he thrust two fingers into her, as animalistic moans escaped her lips. “Don’t make me ask again,” he demanded, sliding the pancakes toward her. She couldn’t fight it, as she grabbed a pancake and began to slowly nibble on it. He continue to tease her pussy, while admiring her ass. “I gotta say, from this angle, I think all your weight has been going to this ass. Keep it up and I may never stop fucking you.” He began to align his swollen member to her lips, as she continued eating, with a renewed vigor.

As he thrust into her, she came instantly, her moans muffled by sugary, buttery pancakes. He began to pick up his pace, the sound of his belly and fupa slamming into her outweighing her pitiful moans of ecstasy. “Keep eating piggy, I wanna see this table clean before I’m done with you.”

She couldn’t help herself now, everything was just too much pleasure for her as she began to shovel in more and more food. Roughly 10 minutes of this pass, before she felt his cock swell in her as he came deep inside. She instantly came again as the last of the food was filling her cheeks. By the time her legs stopped shaking, he was already resting heavily in his chair, sweaty and nearing his own food coma. She slowly crumbled to the ground beneath him, cradling her own gut, now feeling sick and bloated to near bursting, she had never felt this full and fat before. A loud belch escaped her lips, followed by moans of both pain and need. She looked up at him as she felt his seed drip from inside her.

“I really worked myself up baby,” he said to her. “Seeing your fat ass really brought something out in me. We gotta make sure to keep you growing, baby. I wanna see just how fat you can get too.”

She bit her lip as she felt herself getting turned on again. Another belch escaped her lips, bring her near another orgasm.

“So babe, what are you making for lunch?” He asked, smirking.

[imagineyourefat]

Embrace it. Embrace being fat.

If you haven’t already experienced it, one day someone will come to you with big-eyed, dulcet concerns about your weight and you can either smile and nod while they go on a diatribe about the evils of fat, or you can go “thanks but I’m happy the way I am. I’m concerned you’re not happy with yourself though, how are things?” Embrace being fat.

One day there’s going to be a person who runs for some fancy position of power and their entire internet history relating to fatness will leak everywhere and they will be mocked relentlessly because that’s where we unfortunately are in societal progress, and they can either deny it and bow out in cowardly shame or they can go “yes, and?” And own their preferences. Embrace being fat and embrace liking it, it’s the only path to normalizing and making things better for everyone.

Embrace living a larger, softer, full bodied life. There is nothing wrong with it unless you personally don’t like it. Not what tv tells us, not what our mom insists, not what our diet obsessed friends and acquaintances tell us.

Look into your heart. If you’re happy with who you are, you do not need to change. The people who truly love us will accept us for what we feel and know about ourselves. They will champion and love us and include us in photos, they won’t use us as buffers or treat us as less than. Never settle for anyone who makes you feel lucky to get their attention, you are an amazing, beautiful creation of the universe no matter how big or small you are. Learn to love yourself no matter your size, even if it’s difficult. Persist. Fuck shallow society’s fake concerns; be yourself. You will find the people who deserve you. Embrace being you.

[imagineyourefat]

its just like, people over a certain size face an insane amount of stigma, medical abuse, access barriers, etc. i don't get why people can't find weight gain or eating or fat people sensual without getting off on dehumanization and the ideology of weight stigma. the vast majority of fat people find this kind of media to be a frightening reinforcement of the stigma they face elsewhere, not a reprieve or way of processing or anything. media could just as easily focus on celebrating the eroticized appearances and situations in a straightforward way, creative cute ways around access challenges, ways people can still stay active when their access needs change, people gaining weight because theyre recovering from difficult circumstances and it's a part of their life getting better, whatever. our erotic imaginations can be a part of how we envision a better world, or it can just reinforce all the worst parts of how things already are. culture matters and this is a fetish subculture built around mocking and degrading fat people, even though having those erotic interests could just as easily be a force for good. kinda sad

I'm not 100% sure why this was sent to me, my hope is my rant on why I suddenly understood how some people could compare extreme weight gain with blatant anorexia on TV didn't come off as "oh yeah no weight gain is disgusting I'm done with this" because that's definitely not the case. I am fat, I understand the biases, I feel it in how people interact with or completely ignore me in real life, I'm very cautious around people who speak about being fat as a fantasy concept but not an actuality (and it also really comes down to respect and how someone treats people as people, not objects, as well).

(I could go on all day about how AI art and some drawn art does a disservice to fat people on a level but at the end of the day, it's expression, art is how a lot of us even found this kink/lifestyle/fetish/whatever, I cannot express hard enough how it is integral to us even if a minority of it is blatant misrepresentation and wouldn't be tolerated if it was any other kind of discrimination because again, it's a fantasy. Anyway, end mini rant.)

I agree with most of the above though. It sucks being fat a lot of the time, especially away from people who are likeminded and who are supportive and encouraging of you just being you, especially when being represented publicly.

There's never going to be a day where I laugh at people's fat jokes or ask them why it's funny, because it's not. There's never going to be a day where I don't bring up the 4 top reasons for ER visits aren't obesity when someone bemoans about how terrible being fat is, because obesity is not on that list and they're not a drain on our tax dollars no matter how many talking heads say otherwise. There's never going to be a day where I join in the unasked for discussions about weight gain and loss around my family, friends, and coworkers, I literally couldn't care less what they weigh (unless they begin exhibiting worrying behavior) and I'm not going to participate in this discussion, it's a waste of time.

Yes being fat can be part of a kink but it's also an integral part of someone's life, and we are awesome, wonderful, funny, cute, sexy, creative, talented, sweet, wonderful, complicated individuals, and the fact the media continually portrays us as otherwise is a reflection of their insecurities. Never support content that harms any group but plays it off as a joke, because it's never a joke, it's their fears.

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Shuffling your tired body through your front door, it’s later than you realized. Work was long today. Thankfully it’s Friday and it’s been raining, a perfect autumn day for comfort foods. Kicking your shoes off by the door, you spread and wiggle your toes for some relief. For some reason your favorite flats have been tighter. Looking down, it hits you that they are looking a little more pudgy than normal. Your pants are next, followed by your no longer comfortable, nor loose button down. Bending down to pick up your pants, you have to spread your legs just a bit more than the previous week. Your belly is hanging just a little lower.

It’s not that easy to bend down and to straighten back up. But you’re able to complete this normally simple task. Breathing just a little bit heavier. You walk to the kitchen for a snack before dinner, and waddling past a mirror in the hallway. You happen to glance and for a brief moment you’re shocked. You didn’t realize how much weight you’ve actually have put on since the beginning of the COVID lockdowns. You would have thought that going from size 16 to 28 would have been shocking. But this. This is just mind blowing in the moment. Your panties (hidden from your hanging girth) are ripped and clinging for dear life.

How? Did this happen?

You giggle thinking about it, and smile as you see your breasts and belly wiggle as you laugh quietly to yourself. You can’t help but place your sagging belly in your arms, turning to the side. “I. I look pregnant with triplets right now!” You say to yourself. Your ever growing body feels soft and warm as you gently squeeze and rub your deep love handles. Delicately running your hands over your rolls and tracing your stretch marks. Patting your now difficult to reach underbelly,

“Mmmm, it’s so warm in between my rolls” you think to yourself. Your belly grumbles.

“Oh yes! My snack”. You waddle past the bedroom, focused on the kitchen and you miss the lights changing colours. You. Are. Hungry. You want food. You need food right now. Opening the freezer you open your fourth quart of ice cream of the week. Oblivious, to the note on the fridge, you begin to eat the rich chocolate ice cream. No spoon, you’re starving and need that ice cream. You don’t realize how hungry you were as the ice cream is quickly, greedily devoured. Still hungry you (stomach growling) open the refrigerator door. Only to see your leftovers gone!

“What? What the fuck babe? Whatever, I’m starving.” You don’t waste a moment. You reach for the family sized bag of shredded cheese, and start shoveling handfuls into your obese body. You close the door annoyed about your leftover buttered noodles, and it’s then that you see the note.

“Congratulations Donut. You did it! I have dinner waiting for you in the bedroom!”

“Awe, he made me dinner in bed”. Taking the family sized bag of shredded cheese by the handfuls, You wonder “what did I do to deserve a dinner in bed?” As I then come out from the bedroom. I’m shocked. As the realization of how large you’ve become hits me. The once “chubby” girl was now unrecognizable. Rounder, heavier, softer. Breasts hanging lower due to their immense growth they rest on your smooth and fat balloon of a body. The way you lean on one hip makes you look even larger, a potential goal.

I am captivated by you, smiling, watching you enjoy your “snack”

There you are, hair hanging down covering your shoulders and hiding your profile from my view. Your huge hanging breasts, spilling over your tight bra. Your side rolls making the too small bra even more evident as it disappears into your fat rolls. Straps sinking in to the fat accumulated around your upper torso. It’s nice to see how your belly protrudes further than your breasts now. By several inches. I’m lost tracing your curves with my eyes. Paying close attention to each new red stretch mark, joining the dozens of others. Thinking to myself, biting my lip, I hope to see hundreds more like those…

“Ummpf” you grunt as you shift your weight to the other side, unaware of me watching you from the hallwayway.

The entire bag is gone within minutes. Still the growing girl you are, you continue searching for food to satiate your greedy appetite. You don’t notice me come from behind, rubbing your lower back. Tracing the softness of your deep rolls. Deeper than the previous week for sure. My finger tips running up where your spine would be. Now covered in a layer of blubber. Pulling your hair back slightly, and with my right hand, I place it on top of yours to grab the almost empty bag of cheese.

“I see my Donut found part of your pre-breakfast first”

Through gulps, you manage out, “this was my… what?”

“Well, the second course. I have a stuffing session set up for your in the bedroom.”

“Can I still finish the cheese first ?”

I laugh and say “of course. But you can only finish it in the bedroom. Come with me, my big girl” (shaking your underbelly).

Gently I take your soft hand, and guide you slowly to the bedroom. Moving quickly is not your strong suit these days.

You feel tingling and your heartbeat rhythmically pulsing in your clit, your lips beginning to swell and throb. You’re dripping through your panties, soaking your inner thighs. Each step you take to the bedroom, I reach out with another handful of cheese for you. Teasing you. Taunting you

“This way, my love, my Piggy.”

Turning the corner, the lights are dimmed low and changing colours from red, purples, blues, and greens… but that’s not what catches your eyes first. It’s our king sized bed, covered in soft new white sheets. And… Surrounded by trays of food

Sliders, Mac and cheese, chicken fingers, French fries, nachos, tacos, pasta, and two large pizzas are lined up on either side of the bed. At the foot of the bed, I help your heavy fat body climb on and watch as you struggle to make your way to the top of the mattress. Your pillow throne ready for your heaviness to rest and not move for the rest of the weekend. As you’re crawling. I can see the wet spot on your panties, the wetness in bewteeen your thighs. I feel myself getting hard…

“Good girl. Now since you had part of your breakfast. Donut needs to eat her dinner before she can finish the peach cobbler and ice cream ‘Fat Day’ cake.”

“Fat day cake?”

“Yes, Donut. It’s been a year since you decided that you wanted to actively gain weight again. So it’s your Fat Day today.”

You’re breathing heavier, so turned on by the food, your girth and softness. You reach down to touch yourself…. But your hands can’t reach like they once did.

Here let me help, I insert your vibrator On a slow pulse…

“The extra inches really sneak up huh?”

Setting a tripod and getting out our recording equipment, I set the camera to record.

“Is that for us to watch later, baby?”

“Yes, Donut. Now, eat.”

Walking over slowly taking my shirt off to reveal my chubby and hairy body.

“Papi needs you to eat your dinner, ok my hungry Donut? Patting your belly

“Yes, papi.” You quiver, squeezing your thighs together. Your throbbing pussy is begging, wanting to be touched.

“Eat”. Looking into your eyes as you open your mouth for whatever I give you…

Your eyes roll back as you take your first bite of warm Mac and cheese. The taste, the richness of the cheese, it smells so good. A slice of greasy pizza. Supreme of course. A growing girl needs veggies. A slider, wolfed down in a few bites. All you want in that moment is to swallow to get closer to your goal of cake and cobbler. Your soft and saggy belly, ever so slowly through the evening grows rounder. More full. Tighter. It’s getting more difficult to breathe. You can feel the weight of your fat pulling you into the bed. The heavy laden bottomof your belly resting on your fupa. Your vibrator lost in under you.

“More.”

Rubbing your belly to let out a burp

“I want more. Give me more. Please.”

“You need help I can tell.”

I’m crawling into the bed with you. Your bra and panties hurt they are so tight. You’re breathing heavier as I draw closer. Kneeling before your thighs, thick and round. My hands grab your fat thighs near your wet, wet pussy. Ripping your panties, giving them the relieve they’ve wanted

“It’s time Donut.”

“Time for… for what?

Pulling your white panties down. One heavy leg at a time. Spreading your thighs to allow your belly more room to move downward.

I am dripping with precum, you can see the bulge and dark spot in my pants.

“Sorry about another bra, my Donut”

Barely touching, the clasps finally give way

Releasing your heavy breasts. Covered in food bits, you’re drooling from being so full.

“What is it time for baby?”

“It’s time for me to have my way with you.”

“Can I still eat?”

“You’re not supposed to stop eating, as long as there is food here. You cannot stop.”

“I need a drink, can I have a drink?”

From the side of the bed, a funnel and several pitchers of gain shake are ready and waiting.

“Don’t drink it all at once, my little Piggy.”

I bring the funnel over to you. Excited you grab the tube, shove it into your mouth. And in a muffled voice, groan out

“Now.”

I slowly pour the first pitcher of gain shake into your ready and waiting mouth. Strawberry cake and chocolate, your favourite.

It hurts to breath. You’re not sure if you can finish everything that’s here.

“Baby, I’m so full! It hurts!”

Patting your rotund and engorged belly

“I know, Donut. I know.” You did so well

Now just relax as I take care of you….

The lights stop changing and turn the room a hue of blue. I pull you down the bed, making sure my stuffed pig can breath a little easier

“Lifting your legs, you feel my throbbing cock tease your wet pussy. You’ve been needing a good fuck all day. The tip, tracing your throbbing pink lips. One hand on your belly. The other reaching for the cake.

“If you want to be filled with cum, you need to finish your cake and cobbler.”

“But I’m so full-“

“What did I just say?“

“Ok… please feed me slow.. (burp)”

Your hands are mindless rubbing your taught belly, slapping and squeezing yourself.

I give you small bites, cobbler first. It’s so sweet. But it hurts to swallow, your belly is going to be in such pain!

I pull the vibrator out from under you. It’s dripping and covered in your creamy juices. I put in my mouth.

“Mmm Donut tastes sweet.”

“Oh!”

I slip my cock into your wetness.

Cupping your round face in my hands. Gently feeling your chins.

“Eat.”

Another bite, you chew slowly. You want to be filled. You want to make sure you eat it all. You want to be a fat slob. A cow. Pig, tied to the bed like a stall. Pumped, fed and bred.

“Fuck your fat Piggy!” You scream, food bits falling from your mouth.

My hand cupping your neck, lightly choking you as I push myself deep into you.

Slowly. In and out

In and out

You’re breathing quickens

My rhythm doesn’t change, you try to pull me closer. But I pull out.

“I get my way, remember?

You nod and whimper out “yes Farmer.”

Your belly, covered in food and drool is begging to be touched. I kiss your belly, run my hands over your stretch marks.

“Let’s try this. I want to see how full and tight you really are.”

I reinsert the dildo, this time on high vibrations

Sticking my cock into your belly button

It’s tight, you can feel your pussy juices and my precum filling your deep belly button.

I can’t hold it in, I cum inside your belly button. My load filling and spilling out the sides of your belly button. I push further into your fat. My cock disappearing in your girth. Swallowed by your fat.

“oh m going to cum!”

I pump harder into your deep girth

We cum together.

Your largest orgasm yet. You scream and convulse. Shaking from the flashes and feral waves of ecstasy that are rushing though your body.

Pulling out, I give you another bite of cake

You’re not even chewing anymore. You’re lost in a food coma. Completely drunk on your pleasure and just laying ther with your mouth agape. Half chewed food falling out

“You did it, Donut. You ate it all!”

“Really?”

“Almost, my not so little Piggy. I can see youre starting to get full. I am so proud of the work you’re putting in.

I clear the bed, you’re outstretched resting on the mattress. New sheets ruined, covered in food and cum. I help roll you onto your side, belly heavier than ever. Your hands cupping your massive belly as if pregnant. She’s gurgling from all that food and exercise.

I move behind you. Still hard, you can feel my hardness slide between your fat cheeks as I spoon you.

One arm under you, squeezing your breasts.

“So full, aren’t you? You did so good. That was a family meal for 10 that you ate. Such a greedy little fatty.”

The other hand squeezing your underbelly.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Bebita?”

The rain storm is still going, the potter patter of rain on the window is lulling you to sleep.

A soft distant roll of thunder.

“Can we do this again for our midnight snack?

You ask drearily almost slurred.

Kissing your chins and cheek. I reach over to your ear and speak softly to you.

“I’ll start making the bacon pancakes now.”

You giggle and smile

“Good”

You drift to sleep. Your hands guided by mine, rub your soft body. The thunder rolls on.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

You begin to snore….

A gentle kiss on your forehead, I close the door and prepare for your midnight stuffing….

[imagineyourefat]

hi i love your writing so much, it hits so much on being hot but more often than not leaves me feeling wholesome after reading

Thank you :3 The goal has always been to just write stories I think are hot & mostly on the realistic side so I'm glad that comes through! And I know this community has varying feelings on humiliation (every once in a while it gets me hot and bothered though usually it's not my thing) but my general goal is to lift people up and make them feel good, about themselves or about how they see others, either just as larger people, as feedists, or just looking to accept and love themselves more.

Because us larger people are wonderful and lovely and soft contribute so much to the world and I will never agree with anyone who says otherwise ❤️

-SB