secret gooning fuel

Mid 20s — F. Bisexual. Mostly an FFA. Hard boundary is that I am NOT a feedee, I am into contrast — disrespect that and you’re blocked. I am TAKEN and in a monogamous relationship. I ignore most dms.

[pigwatcher]

I need to be crystal fucking clear. Fuck fatphobia. Fuck anyone who engages in rhetoric that dehumanizes fat people. I am NOT a fat “fetishist.” Fuck anybody who is attracted to fat people but is too much of a pussy to properly love them and date them in public. Nobody deserves to be fetishized and I would never do that.

I have dated and been in relationships with LOTS of people — male and female — across the size spectrum. I’ve been with tiny skinny girls and male body builders with rock hard abs. And I’ve also dated some fat people. I am currently in a relationship with a fat person who I love dearly and who I take around in public, kiss, and cuddle with proudly because I wanna show him off!!! Because he’s hot. I think he’s a total catch. I am a fat admirer. I think fat people are hot. I think it’s hot and sexy to enjoy food and enjoy your life and live hedonistically outside of society’s standards. I find double chins and big soft tummies and rolls and curves and overall largeness to be very attractive and beautiful. I like how it feels in my hands and against my body and I like how it looks. I think it’s boring and LAME to have to date someone who won’t eat my cooking or ever share a desert or simply who can’t enjoy food — to enjoy food is to enjoy life! And I think it’s fun and transgressive and sexy for someone to simply permit their appetite to be large and indulgent beyond society’s standards. Not all fat people are fat because they overeat, let’s get that clear. But.. some of them do. And those fat people are still people. Still attractive. Still worthy of love.

I am not exclusively attracted to fatness, but my attraction to it is significant. I do NOT view my attraction to fatness as a kink and certainly not as a fetish. I do have feeder and feeder adjacent fantasies and that is a kink. I have never actually engaged in a feedist scenario with any of my fat partners — partially because they never initiated interest in such a thing, partially because I’m quite content for it to simply be a kinky fantasy in my own mind. My current partner is actually on a weight loss journey and taking a GLP-1 — this was his decision, motivated by the fact that he is unhappy with his lack of mobility, having to use a CPAP machine, and facing up to the fact that he has binge eating disorder fueled by childhood trauma. I love the way he looks now and if he wanted to give up and continue being just as fat or fatter, I’d respect his choice. But I also am respecting his choice to lose weight. If he wants to get down to something more manageable or even wants to get totally thin, I’m gonna respect it and love him for it. Because I see him as a human being and I love him for him not his body. I know some fat people and probably people I may follow have complex feelings about weight loss and GLP-1s. In terms of my partner, I feel as a thin person it’s not my place to tell him what to do. We’ve had discussions but ultimately it’s his choice. I’m bringing up this because I’m demonstrating that while I am attracted to fat people, I do not date the fat people that I date solely for their bodies. And I respect their choices.

My URL and things I reblog here play into some kinky fantasies regarding teasing people. But I do not condone fatphobia whatsoever in real life. Fuck anyone who does.

Anyways.

Here’s my kink jars.

[permanentberry]

"Wait up! I can't walk as fast as you."

"Sorry, it's a bit of a tight squeeze to get past me."

"Are you going to finish that? I'm still pretty hungry."

"I don't think that these seats are wide enough for me."

Okay so basically you want to fuck

[curvycaledonia]

For those of you who asked to see me squeeze out of the shower I mentioned the other day 🐷

[curvycaledonia]

There is something so deeply freeing about finally giving up the fight against your own hunger.

I spent so long feeling guilty about gaining weight, but now? I just embrace it. There’s no better feeling than that heavy, soft sluggishness that sets in after a massive meal; when my belly is pushing against my waistband and the thought of moving more than a few feet feels too much like hard work.

Honestly, the "lack of motivation" feels more like a lifestyle choice now. Why would I want to spend hours at a gym when I could be horizontal on the sofa, sinking into the cushions, and letting someone take care of my next craving?

The best part is the attention afterward.

When I’m too stuffed to even sit up straight, having warm hands just slowly melt into my softness for a long, lazy belly rub... to make room for the sweet treats suggested for later; it’s heaven!

Proud to say I’m officially too lazy to be anything but fat, and honestly, the bigger and rounder I get, the harder it is to care. Just keep the snacks coming and let me stay right here 🍰🍕🍫🍿

[teddy-bear-lover]

I just wanna watch a fat boy eat and eat, see how happy he is filling his oversized body with more and more food, watch his second chin struggling against his neck every time he opens his mouth to cram more food in, knowing that everything he's eating right now is excess that will make its way straight onto his soft, lavish body. I want to hear his moans of pleasure and delight at how good everything tastes. I want to sit back and drink up his exercise in hedonism, all whilst admiring his corpulent, growing frame. And I want to know that he'll never be able to stop, he'll just keep eating more and more, giving in to his gluttony and hedonism every day, growing fatter and softer for me to admire every day

[auroralovexx]

Nothing is cuter in life than a belly that spills between someone’s legs when they’re sitting

[would-you-like-some-soup]

garbage disposal ass boyfriend who you can always give your food to when you can't finish it and he's so polite he doesn't turn down even a full plate of stuff so he ends up with quite the round and taut belly but he knows it was worth it for the rubs at home

[squishmewithbellies]

The slow creep of gluttony on a newish feedee is something I love seeing so much. They start with eyes bigger than their stomach, ordering more food than they can handle. Trying so hard to finish it all, the idea of cramming that many calories into themselves in the name of getting fatter turns them on like nothing else. But they can never quite finish.

Suddenly though one day they do finish, just barely and they feel like they are going to explode. Having never been quite so full in their life, feeling so proud and turned on by how much they stuffed themselves.

They keep eating that same order, sometimes they finish and sometimes they don't. But what they aren't realizing is how much sooner they are feeling hungry and ready for more. Snacking shortly after those stuffings becomes their new normal.

Before long they are eating that order and not even feeling full anymore. Marvelling at what a greedy pig they are becoming, they excitedly add more to the order. Feeling themselves get hornier as they look though all the different options for expanding their meal and belly just a little more.

Their meals have ballooned to be more calories that a person their height should eat in an entire day. Still that's not enough for them, frequently snacking in anticipation of the meal that's coming.

As they fly past their goal weight that had initially been a hard stopping point, they try to slow down. Try to get their eating back under control. But having spent so long, eating until they couldn't possibly eat another bite has ruined their appetite, now trying to eat a sensibly sized meal leaves them grumpy and unsatisfied.

One big stuffing a week shouldn't be so bad if I just eat well the rest of the week they tell themselves. That first bite of greasy fattening food passes their lips and with it their resolve crumbles. It just tastes too good, feels too good to be so full. They are right back to stuffing themselves at every opportunity.

Now though they are seemingly completely out of control. Just a bottomless eating machine, only concerned with cramming as many calories into their belly as they can each and every day.

They have moved from being scared by their lack of control, to hesitantly accepting it, to being downright turned on by it. Instead of getting excited and turned on by their upcoming meal, they now get horny from just how difficult it was to heave themselves off the couch. From how quickly they've gone from skinny and in shape to a fat blob who can't help getting fatter.

[housecow]

another part of getting incredibly fat… you stop doing certain things, and then you forget how to do them.

i was trying on a bathing suit bottom with these cute strings to tie on the side, and i just. couldn’t for the life of me remember how to tie them? and it got me thinking—i haven’t worn shoes i had to tie in well over a year.

i could barely reach with both hands to make the knot—my tits were in the way, my belly filled the space i had to reach over… i got exhausted just trying to reach

i wear things that’re easy to get on and easy to get off. i can’t bend over too well because my belly is in the way. it’s starting to hang so, so low.. and i can’t even reach my feet anymore—if i tried to paint my nails it would be exhausting, i’d be out of breath in seconds

it makes me wonder what’s next. will i forget the little trick i use to get bras on? will i forget how to hoist myself up off the floor sometime in the next 100 pounds?

and then, when i finally get to those “too big to live alone without a caretaker” sizes, what will be next?

clumsy, fat fingers unable to button up shirts. the same overly softened hands struggling to hold a fork, eating without utensils is just so much easier.. can’t reach around my belly enough to button any pants, either, it’ll have been years (and hundreds of pounds of lard) since i could even see what i’m doing, anyways

it’s motivating, it makes me hungry. just thinking about these possibilities makes me want to eat. i want to be useless, dependent, so fat and soft and hungry it scares everyone around me

[hufhsh]

the idea of fattening someone up by just taking really good care of them is so cute. buying lots of their favourite snacks and making sure they always have some around. bringing them takeaway every night, and they can order as much of whatever they want because they dont need to watch their calories. making them milkshakes that aren't just meant to be super fattening but are also sooo delicious. taking care of chores and bringing them the things they need so they dont need to keep getting up. buying them cute clothes that are also comfy and stretchy so they arent uncomfortable. just looking after someone so well they become the happy, lazy fatty they were meant to be.

[ghoulipop]

Who wants to buy me new towels? These "XXL" ones I bought yesterday aren't quite big enough.. 😵‍💫

[housecow]

another part of getting incredibly fat… you stop doing certain things, and then you forget how to do them.

i was trying on a bathing suit bottom with these cute strings to tie on the side, and i just. couldn’t for the life of me remember how to tie them? and it got me thinking—i haven’t worn shoes i had to tie in well over a year.

i could barely reach with both hands to make the knot—my tits were in the way, my belly filled the space i had to reach over… i got exhausted just trying to reach

i wear things that’re easy to get on and easy to get off. i can’t bend over too well because my belly is in the way. it’s starting to hang so, so low.. and i can’t even reach my feet anymore—if i tried to paint my nails it would be exhausting, i’d be out of breath in seconds

it makes me wonder what’s next. will i forget the little trick i use to get bras on? will i forget how to hoist myself up off the floor sometime in the next 100 pounds?

and then, when i finally get to those “too big to live alone without a caretaker” sizes, what will be next?

clumsy, fat fingers unable to button up shirts. the same overly softened hands struggling to hold a fork, eating without utensils is just so much easier.. can’t reach around my belly enough to button any pants, either, it’ll have been years (and hundreds of pounds of lard) since i could even see what i’m doing, anyways

it’s motivating, it makes me hungry. just thinking about these possibilities makes me want to eat. i want to be useless, dependent, so fat and soft and hungry it scares everyone around me

[littleextrat]

Too fat to ...

He’s on top, tiring quickly, as his thrusts become more laboured. His eyes reveal that he won’t make it, but the desire still surges stronly through him as his hips begin to slow. You know he can’t hold himself above you much longer. His weight is pleasurably suffocating you. You couldn’t escape, even if you tried. You wrap your arms around him for purchase, to help him out, but it’s no use. He’s grown too big, too heavy, too fat. And he’s bigger than ever before. You bite your lip in ecstasy, trying to hold on, trying not to erupt too soon. His appetite has finally got the better of him. He’s now succumbed fully to your charms. But it’s the first time he’s completely failed to finish like this. You always knew this day would come - the way he ate. And as you delight at a new milestone reached, he grinds to a standstill above you, his full weight now crushing you, as his fattened body slows to a stop. You kiss him sweetly on the cheek, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly in his ear as you stroke his hair. “Don’t worry about it, just roll over for me and I’ll take things from here.” Once freed, you straddle him. It shocks you how wide your thighs now have to part to contain him, when you remember how slim he was when he first met you. After pushing his belly upwards and lowering yourself onto him, you begin to rock your hips gently, feeling your gyrations echoed by his girth. You reach for the full pack of cookies you’ve kept religiously by the bedside for weeks and open it. You take the first and hover it temptingly by his mouth. You quicken your thrusts by way of temptation, as your other hand claws wildly at his softened chest. Unable to resist you, he takes a voracious bite of the fattening treat in your hand. He’s such a glutton. He’s never full, never satisfied, never fat enough, and always wanting more. You smile sweetly, but you can’t resist your darker thoughts. “Well at least you’re still good for something!” you giggle disdainfully, as you move your free hand lower to slap his generously plump belly until it glows. His fattened cheeks flush a deep, dark chrimson. It’s so sweet when he gets embarrassed like this. He knows that you love it, and so does he. But what he doesn’t yet know is that - if you can contain yourself right now - he won’t be allowed his big finish tonight, unless all his cookies are finished too.  

[maximumfed]

This was… amazing to read

[bigboysarecuter]

THIS 🥵🤤

[killadelphia]

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[paperfeeds]

I think one of the hottest parts of gaining for me is that I don't consistently want to. Half the time I'm totally into it and half the time I completely regret it and wish I was still thin (or even just less fat). It doesn't matter though, I'm so hopelessly addicted to food (and I'm on meds that cause weight gain). Every now and again I can keep it together long enough to lose maybe five pounds, but I'll always end up gaining it back and then some.

It's torture and it's so fucking hot.

Every time I'm excited to see that the number on the scale's gone up, I know that a couple days later I'll be fucking devastated. I said I wasn't going to go over 200, how did I end up 275? Probably because I can't stop stuffing my fat fucking face. I'll be in denial about how I'm too fat for any of my clothes, then embarrassed to be that delusional fat ass who can't admit that her jeans just barely button and her shirt doesn't even come close to covering her gut, then so turned on knowing that everyone's probably looking at me thinking about what a pathetic fat ass I am.

The best is when it hits right after I get done stuffing my pig face. Sitting there bloated and miserable, completely regretting it but knowing it's too late and the thousands of calories are already clogging my arteries and blowing me up with even more lard.

I'm totally trapped in my body. 11/10, would recommend.

[dykerolls]

unfortunately, to feel satisfied after a meal, I need to be in physical pain

[fat-zone]

Top 5 things about being a feedee

1. Realizing that you will never again be as small as you are right now.

2. Noticing new places where your body can get fat.

3. Meeting with people who didnt see you for few years.

4. Realizing one day that those pants that were "slightly too small but still fitting" for past few months, wont zip up anymore.

5. Not fitting in certain places - chairs, bathtubs, maybe doors.