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I need an endorphin hit. I'll take any. Maybe I'll buy myself a new dress or maybe learn to bake parkin in time for bonfire day. Maybe someone will bring me chocolates or flowers. Maybe I'll leave for work and stumble into a lumberjack on his way to a breakfast buffet, and I'll give him directions and he'll invite me along, and four plates in he'll wonder why I'm looking at him like that and three plates later, I'll fuck him in the back of his truck; you never know.

Whole new day, who knows what it will bring.

Picture of me for attention. That's a little hit of its own.

#female feeder #dopamine too plz i have been really good

sometimescozy

just plain old gaining weight is wonderful but have you ever considered completely giving yourself up to a partner who fattens you up for their enjoyment and revels in watching you pant and whine after they feed you a few more bites than they know you can comfortably handle

mii127

Could you ever see yourself in a long-term, romantic relationship with a non-feedist partner?

Sadly no. I can not have a meaningful relationship without being able to do this. Its for this reason that my dating pool is so limited and I assume I will be single for a long time if not forever.

auroralovexx

Man a feedist date night is cool and all but let me plan you out a feedist date day. We will plan the whole day around you stuffing your face, getting you high, and having you nap a bunch to sleep off your previous big meal in anticipation for what is to come as the day continues on

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#female feeder #best way to spend a day hands down

superspecialcherrysurprise

things that drive me crazy:

when someone pats their belly while they’re eating

belching in the middle of a sentence. especially while talking about how much they’ve eaten

hiccups, especially when they visibly shake the belly and tits

being visibly stuffed; eating so much that clothing strains; undoing a button and the belly forces the zipper down

belly pressed up against table

gleeful overeating. the enjoyment of it. watching someone else’s pleasure

bellypovs2

will never not reblog

Damn! What a hottie!

Aww, thanks. Right in the dopamine. 😊

Interesting observations about feeders, which I believe I agree with. Wonder if that’s the source of the feeder -> feedee pipeline?

Maybe? I know a lot of feedees who have said things like "I had no one to feed so I fed myself ha ha ha." 😂 But I also think there is a much bigger group of people who just assumed they were feeders because they were young and had confused ideas about who should have the power in a dynamic.

For my part, I "fed" my fictional characters, and daydreamed pointlessly that maybe someday they'd magically appear in real life and love me back.

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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.

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I feel like I haven't articulated this correctly.

For a feeder, feedism is 100% relational. It is about a feeder/feedee interaction. The "relationship" is built-in.

For a feedee, feedism could be entirely ace or solo. You could, conceivably, have a non-feedist relationship and still practice feedism alone (as many of you do.) A feedist relationship might be desirable, but it isn't essential.