Sketches my lovely boyfriend @secretbigboylover who takes amazing picts of his sexy body <3 <3 <3
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@pochariwavve
Sketches my lovely boyfriend @secretbigboylover who takes amazing picts of his sexy body <3 <3 <3
POV: It’s time to feed your Ssbbw gf with some XXL hot dogs 🌭🌭🤰🏻
VIDEO OUT NOW 👇🏼👇🏼
https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/77671-xxl-hot-dogs-stuffing-until-my-limit%F0%9F%8C%AD%F0%9F%A4%B0%F0%9F%8F%BB/
gosh I'd absolutely destroy this plate of hot dogs if presented to me 🌭🌭🌭
the painting / the paintbrush 😘💋💋💋
with @secretbigboylover 💖
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
the painting / the paintbrush 😘💋💋💋
with @secretbigboylover 💖
I love the idea of a man that's made to be pampered. He's too big, too easily wiped out from his fat body to be a provider for anyone. He's not doing any providing, just taking. Taking in everything he can into his mouth with ravenous gluttony. A man who makes soft, vulnerable sounds when he's full and let's me get on top of him, to feel how much he's at my mercy.
The worst thing you can do, as someone who has recently realised they are transfem, is to let terves and transphobes convince you cis women will never accept you.
I was told that when I came out everyone would reject me. That I would find myself isolated from the world, and from other women especially, who would react to me with horror and revulsion.
In reality, within the first months of coming out, in no particular order:
My sister's reaction on my coming out was, "Right, so I have a sister instead of a brother. Cool. I'm taking you clothes shopping tomorrow."
A friend, when she learned I am a woman, immediately invited me to her women-only, girls-night-out birthday party the following week.
Another friend, when a friend of hers expressed doubts about my gender, immediately shut them down and reaffirmed I am a woman.
I went camping with a group of friends, and we had two tents, one for the boys and one for the girls; I was unsure as to which I should enter, to which a girl friend responded by grabbing me and physically dragging me inside the women's tent.
In the women's bathroom at a movie theatre a random woman, whom I'd never seen before and haven't seen since, stopped me as I was going into a stall, to warn me there was no toilet paper in there, because she'd just used the last of it.
All of these, and more, some from friends, some from complete strangers. All within a few months, as a trans woman who hadn't started medical transition yet, and was very visible as being a trans woman.
I've had some people reject me, true, but the vast majority, including almost all cis women, accepted me as a sister with open arms.
Cis women are cool. It's terves who are bigots.
I needed to see this today
@this-is-trans-joy
This is trans joy!!!
Caught myself spiraling and then remembered it's just my body not wanting to exist in these temperatures
hm. i feel terrified of everything. surely large ice coffee will ease this terror. surely
Now for my least favorite thing, packing
@pochariwavve see you soo 😘
I can't wait to have you all for me and to take care of you baby 😘💖💖💖
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.
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.
porn is bad because [christian talking point] and [alt-right study] and [misunderstood neurochemistry] and of course [feature of capitalism]
thank you SO MUCH for reminding me about [feature of patriarchy] and [problem caused by lack of kids' sex ed] random tumblr user in the notes! louder for those in the back!
The adult content warning on this post is really just the icing on the cake
I love coming home to find you like this this, the pump strapped to your big milky tits pulsing away as you find yourself unable to resist the sensations emanating from them. Just think, if you never agreed to let me bring your milk in you would have missed out on so many exquisite feelings you never knew your body was capable of. You never would have known the swelling ache of your tits growing in size, or the bliss of at last letting down, or the newfound sensitivity of your nipples as the machine (or better yet, my mouth) sucks on them. Having large, milk-filled breasts is not a hassle or a burden; it’s your new natural state and far too enjoyable to ever want to go back.
Need to be force fed
I need more. I need to be stuffed past the point of reason, past the point of struggling, past the point of breathing freely. I want to feel it—my gut packed so full, so tight, that every shallow gasp reminds me of how helplessly overfed I’ve become.
I want forceful hands shoveling bite after bite past my lips, ignoring my whimpers, pushing me beyond my limits. I want to be so heavy, so painfully full, that all I can do is lay there—a bloated, swollen glutton too stuffed to move, too overwhelmed to do anything but moan around another mouthful.
No such thing as "too much." No such thing as "enough." Just me, forced to take more until my body is stretched to its absolute limit.
Who’s going to make me?
I firmly believe that all identities are relational and formed through partaking in certain sets of actions. I also think when you’re isolated it’s very easy to lose track of who You are. I think this is why so many lonely/isolated people end up obsessing over labels and label discourse. it’s one of the only processes of identity formation you can partake in by yourself, in your bedroom. this is not meant as a value judgement, just as an observation as someone who was that lonely label-obsessed kid in the past
man i totally forgot how weird people are about the “female orgasm.” like when I was younger i heard it talked about like an anomaly of science. and specifically people would ask shit like “what is the ‘evolutionary purpose’ of the ‘female orgasm’”. i dunno man its not hard to conclude that sex feeling awesome results in having more sex. but I guess that question seems more interesting if youre a fake intellectual and see men and women as different species and not made up of the same flesh and nerves. come on now.
The betrayal of it all
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