Creature of the Night

growing mutual gainer, feeder to my irl partner. gawks, admires, adores excessive fat. extreme feedism inclusive. aggressively pansexual, sadist, dom. he/him, 26. minors DNI, I don't recommend proceeding.

[overfedangelboy]

Might have underestimated how much I had let myself go even before I knowingly started overeating a couple weeks ago. Weighed myself, apparently I'm obese now. I don't think 180lbs should be obese? To be fair, I am short. But I barely have a belly? If I were to look at myself and guess, I'd say I'm barely overweight. I got visibly chubby over the past few weeks. But obese? For that I'll need to work a lot harder. I need to empirically test at what weight I'll start to look and feel actually obese. Purely for science, no other reason. Of course.

[gain-stuff-eat]

literally how so many feedee journeys go

[overfedangelboy]

I should probably change my username soon, since I doubt I'll be a twink for much longer with how I've been eating lately

[overfedangelboy]

I'm stuffed to the point where it's hard to breathe. I might be getting way too much into this whole gluttony thing.

[peneloperouge]

Reblog to gain 50 lbs within the next 6 months!

Now go eat until you can't see passed your swollen belly, pig. 🐽

[overfedangelboy]

I have to admit, I've started indulging a bit lately (not intending on weight gain, but well-) and I'm noticing a bit of a belly growing. Now, do I mind it? Do I want to keep going? I like contrast, sure, but I can always be a chubby, maybe even a fat feeder with an enormous land whale feedee (would I mind being the larger one myself?? not sure yet). I do think that now that I'm in my late 20s my metabolism might be slowing down. It's definitely easier to gain weight once I start having fun with food.

[overfedangelboy]

Okay, fuck. I'm enjoying this. Have been stuffing lately. I think I might just keep going. The weight has been creeping up on me for a while, it wasn't really visible in clothes until recently (I'm autistic and have always preferred wearing looser clothes for sensory reasons, so it really wasn't that obvious), but I genuinely can't hide it anymore. The belly is there, even if I try to really suck it in. I'm at a point where I have to decide if I'm getting it together and losing the extra weight or embracing the growth.

I have to say... I can't wait until this gut covers my lap. Twink death? More like twink expansion.

[overfedangelboy]

I have to admit, I've started indulging a bit lately (not intending on weight gain, but well-) and I'm noticing a bit of a belly growing. Now, do I mind it? Do I want to keep going? I like contrast, sure, but I can always be a chubby, maybe even a fat feeder with an enormous land whale feedee (would I mind being the larger one myself?? not sure yet). I do think that now that I'm in my late 20s my metabolism might be slowing down. It's definitely easier to gain weight once I start having fun with food.

[overfedangelboy]

Attractiveness-centered reality show (like Love Island or Too Hot To Handle) but it's all fat people. That's it, that's the post.

[overfedangelboy]

I've come to the realisation I might have a specific subset of a degradation kink, or rather perhaps a top dom version of such. A crossover between corruption, sadism, and a degradation kink where I like moral disapproval. I like being told I'm an evil, dangerous person, a terrible influence, a pervert. I even kind of get high off being called a devil worshipper in reaction to my alt presentation or the music I enjoy. Yes, go on, call me evil, fear me.

At the same time, I do believe myself to be a pretty morally adjusted person in real life, outside of libertine activities. I'm very fond of consent and I believe in safety and comfort of others as a priority, in minimising suffering in the world and kindness above all.

Yet, I like being assumed evil, assumed a twisted and sick individual. I'm aware this is most likely a posttraumatic reaction to being scapegoated heavily throughout my life, a way to reclaim control. It's an interesting thing to unpack, but now that I have, I will go back to enjoying my moral decay and hurting people for fun and sexual gratification.

[redvelveteer]

I just spent an hour making flag alts of the fat liberation flag because I adore it so much. I think I MAY have cooked with the progress flag. like. really hard. hard enough that im posting it full send.

tell me this doesn’t fuck and you’d be wrong.

[overfedangelboy]

Non-horny yet still sex-related post.

We really underestimate how much a universalised view on beauty standards affects individuals from the attraction perspective. We talk a lot about them hurting people's self esteem, but I haven't seen that much talk on how we are conditioned to think that there is a specific body type that you should find (sexually) attractive. The "conventional" appearance is treated as the baseline, as something that can be built upon, but if you're not attracted to the hot people, you're a freak.

And so, now. Most of my life I was convinced I was asexual and sex ambivalent. Why? Because I didn't find people around me sexually appealing. Because I never happened to have any closer relationships with people fat enough for my type. I appreciated people aesthetically, I tried dating beautiful people and we were cool with each other emotionally, but the sexual chemistry was dead. Time and time again. I thought "wow, these people are so beautiful and I'm not attracted to them (both masc and fem bodies), that must mean I'm just not attracted to anyone." WRONG. It was enough for me to actually spark up a good conversation with an obese person to realise I am in fact attracted to her sexually. Yes, I'm still demisexual, I do need some emotional action to feel sexual attraction, so I'm still technically on the ace spectrum, but I'm also horny AF and I love sex. This was genuinely just gaslighted out of me through societal standards.

Loud and proud, I'm attracted to very fat people, I don't care for slimthick or skinny, I don't care for toned or muscular, I love fat, I jerk off to fat, I love kissing fat people while groping their belly hang, I love the weight on me, I love it when I hug my lover and they're so big my hands don't meet behind them. I'm never shutting up about this cause I think people deserve to know they love something that isn't widely accepted.

[fattenedforever]

[fatfangs]

its kinda funny how little is needed to turn on a feedist. like yeah sometimes those few lines are enough

[overfedangelboy]

I can't think straight when I see my piggy eating. When she jiggles her belly mid-bite, when she licks her short, plump fingers. And she's a brat, she likes to tease me about how uncontrollable my desire is. Oh, she's right, she's so right. But it's not like she has any control herself. She will continue putting on more lard until she feels trapped under her weight, but she won't be able to stop. And I will continue enabling her cause how could I refuse to bring my love another cake? Another burger? She loves it so much, she can't live without them. And with them, she won't live much longer.

[overfedangelboy]

After all, I might be living in Victorian England cause I'm shrinking like a tuberculose poet. Stress, poor appetite, chronic illness. But at least that aids the contrast between me and my beautiful piggy.

[overfedangelboy]

I have a thing for pathetic obese nerdy boys. He's convinced he's not handsome enough to be wanted for his juicy body, he's shy and inexperienced cause most people are too oblivious to notice his charm, bonus points if he's a virgin. Additional bonus points if his dick is tiny, or even better engulfed by fat. Such a boy makes for a perfect plaything, he will squeal cutely when touched in any way at all cause he's been awfully neglected. He's sensitive, needy, impressionable and easily embarrassed. He thinks you're too hot to possibly want him, after all he's been called a neckbeard before, he'll never be truly desirable, or so he thinks. The best sub, I swear to god. And all that fat on him, delicious.

[overfedangelboy]

My pet pig makes me so horny it's messing with the flow of my work. I struggle to focus, I have to take breaks to stay composed. I go feral. I keep having to remind myself that I need to work to feed my pet, but it has become so difficult. I guess in a way it owns me just as much as I own it.