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Time to introduce myself on here then, welcome to my pinned post :3

For those impatient or unwilling to read much, some keywords about me !

Intj

Unionist

Leftist

25 years old

420 (bonus: the munchies make me gain)

Bi (lingual and sexual)

Animal friendly

Reader

Gamer

Student

Switch

Feedee

Can be a feeder but not online

Kind of a fat femboy

Currently in Germany (BW)

For those who are interested in getting to know me more, here's a more well-rounded summary of what I mean by those keywords and I'm happy to talk about more in the DMs, cause, you know, I'm a full person and more than cam fit in some few lines of text :3

The intj is mostly here to give a indicator of my day to day personality but I think with the right feeder that could shift quite a lot

As for the Unionist and Leftist, I do love to think about societal issues and how to tackle them and actively work with some groups to implement that, and I'd like to continue doing so until and unless I find a feeder that can be working on that for both of us! Actually I think that could be hot af but I'll elaborate on that in other posts

My age is rather self explanatory and I'm living in Germany atm, I don't mind a bit of distance but it shouldn't be further than a nighttrip by flixbus, if its a relationship. I am fluent in German and englisch and speak a low level (like, enough to not starve but not enough for a good conversion) of Italian and Spanish

Especially as a feedee I loooovvvee weed, it's such a perfect fit for feedism imo, especially the munchies and lack of movement it induces, and how it can heighten sensation for the perfect hedonistic experience

As for hobbies, I like being active in cultural settings like going to the opera or museums but am also happy reading my books (philosophy and novels mostly) or gaming (WOT or repo for example) and if I'm with someone I love a good series like bojack horseman, questo mondo non mi renderà cattivo or arcane

My feabie name is exchangestudent and as it implies I started engaging in this community when I was a exchangestudent (if you like philosophy or politics and economics we can probably talk about that as well)

As a feedee I'd mostly look for a contrast feeder, muscular and strong if a woman and twinkish cute if a man, I should also add that I'm more into the hedonism and pleasure seeking so a ideal feeder for me would be more about enabling than forcing! But I also like other types and so feel free to shoot your shot! Also tall women and short men to the front rows pls ;3

I generally like being both dominant and subby but it really depends on my partner and my mood, but I gotta say a huge weakness for me is mommy type feeders so in that I would probably be more subby (occasionally I can also be a huge Brat lol) but yeah it really depends on the individual

As a fa I like basically all fat bodies and there is little I dislike about bodies in general with the only exception I can think of being me really not being a fan of body hair on any gender

As a feeder I love cooking for my feedee and having meals together or feeling their taunt belly after and since none of that really works online please don't ask me to be your online feeder (if you're cool we can be o line friends tho and maybe meet after some time :3)

As for how I like to express love, here are my 5 love languages

Giving:

1. Touch (with your consent also happily in public)

2. Words of affirmation

3. Quality time

4. Acts of service

5. Gift Giving

Receiving:

1.Touch

2.Quality time

3.Acts of service

4.Words of affirmation

5.Gift Receiving

The numbers 2,3,4 are in both categories very close to each other and very well appreciated, number one is a must have (not necessarily in a sexual way, for example sitting on each other in a feeding seassion, holding hands or cuddles are amazing to me ) and while Nr 5 is nice to have its not really necessary for me.

When it comes to my gender I guess the most accurate descriptor would be fluid or agender but honestly i dont give much of a shit as long as you dont ascribe gender to me in perscriptive or degrading manner. I am amab, often with a femme presentation that mostly revolves around darker clothing while maintaining a distinctive style. I do love my suits tho and also enjoy the maskulin style, just not always

Well then, so much for an introduction, if you like what you read or want to get to know me more, my DMs are currently open.

roxxyintox

fat femmes were crafted by god in her own image & deserve to be worshipped as deities

reblog bc u agree & ur not a lil bitch

notfatweeb

We Need A Bigger Family — artwork by TheMainTummy on DeviantArt. posting alot of older stuff from few months ago so If you like my art and w

notfatweeb

420 blaze it — artwork by NewMetrack on DeviantArt. all charas always 18+ I was gonna draw this on 4/20 but then I got high. not on drugs...

guitarstrap526

Happy Pride to y'all! Everyone is accepted and loved in this page! I myself am a bi woman. I'd like to say something on that note, you don't have to prove your queerness to celebrate pride!💜💜

monstergabss

Heyoo so we casually have an extremely transphobic person within the feedism community, please block and or report this person!

Lil bit of extra evidence

Genuinely just sick of this kind of behaviour!

girlindenial98

She doesn’t notice the exact moment the trance settles over her. It arrives slowly, like fog rolling across still water, softening the edges of her thoughts until the room fades into the background and only one thing remains clear.

Him.

His voice is low and steady, the kind that makes it easy to stop thinking and simply listen. “Just listen,” he tells her quietly, and the words seem to sink straight through her mind. Everything else drifts further away with every breath she takes.

At some point she realises she can’t move. There’s nothing restraining her- no ropes, no hands holding her in place- but when she tries to move her hand, nothing happens. Her body simply waits exactly where he left it, still and obedient. The awareness makes her stomach twist faintly, and she hears the quiet amusement in his voice when he notices.

“Good girl.”

The praise lands warm and heavy in her chest. Meanwhile, everything inside her is doing the opposite of stillness. Her awareness sharpens slowly, deliberately. Every small sensation seems brighter, every breath deeper, until a restless warmth begins to coil low in her body. It grows with each passing moment, tightening gradually into an ache she can’t ignore.

It’s impossible to push the feeling away. Her thoughts start circling the same quiet need over and over again- relief, release, some way to ease the tension building inside her. But whenever the feeling climbs too high, something in her mind gently pushes it back down again, holding her right on the edge. Her breathing becomes uneven, and it’s humiliating how badly she wants it, how little space there is left in her head for anything except that growing ache.

He lets her stay there for a while, watching the way the tension builds. “Poor thing,” he murmurs, the words soft with quiet amusement. His voice cuts cleanly through the haze in her mind, pulling her focus straight back to him. “That need… it’s getting a bit overwhelming, isn’t it?”

She can’t answer, but she knows he can see it anyway.

After a moment he continues, calm and certain. “You can move now.”

The invisible weight around her body loosens instantly, but the pressure inside her doesn’t fade. If anything, it feels sharper now- restless and insistent, impossible to ignore. “And all that desperate little energy,” he says gently, “doesn’t belong to you.”

Her mind latches onto the words automatically.

“It belongs to me.”

The shift is immediate. Every restless thought, every urge that’s been building suddenly turns toward him like it’s the only direction left in the world. Serving. Pleasing. The quiet instinct to chase even the smallest sign of approval. His hand tilts her chin up slightly so she has no choice but to keep her attention on him.

“Focus,” he says.

She does. The tension inside her only grows stronger the more she gives into it, but she no longer wants to escape it. The truth settles quietly into the back of her mind as she looks up at him.

She isn’t going to get the relief she wants.

Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

And somehow that only makes her want to please him even more.

thaenad

@fatliberation has been terminated by tumblr staff.

I did not hit the self-destruct button! I was silenced! I’m officially an INTERNET FUGITIVE! this is my initial post just getting the word out, sorry if it’s a bit rushed and panicky - I’m trying not to get too worked up over it and just get this out there as efficiently as possible, but I’m the user behind @fatliberation. I am posting this from my feed1sm community blog, which was initially a safe haven for me to reach directly to the feed1st community without the scrutiny of non-feed1sts. luckily, it was not attached to the account that got terminated. go figure! I’ve sent an appeal request to tumblr, but I am doubtful that my blog will be reinstated because feed1sm is officially against tumblr’s community guidelines. yes, this is discrimination. here’s why feed1sm is not a fucking eating disorder.

obviously, I’m in extreme distress over this, because I did not have any of my work backed up. I’m devastated to have lost the hundreds of asks sitting in my inbox, the lists of resources I’ve compiled, and the six years worth of work in the form of replies and essays.

I know that much of my work is still out there on each of your individual blogs as reblogs. I might eventually try to organize a combing operation for specific posts so that some of it can be saved.

I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I will send updates from this blog. I will most likely make my own website with a domain that I own, but it will take me awhile. as many of you know, I’ve worked through a brick wall of deep-rooted shame to get to this point, so my blog being terminated on the account of promoting a culture of harm has caused my brain to backslide into shame-land. I’m experiencing anxiety and doubts about my character that haven’t come up in years. this termination happened during a time where I was taking a break from posting because my mental health was already on unstable ground. so it all kind of came crashing in on me. I’m okay. my friends are here for me. I know that it will take me a minute to get back up from this, but I am not going anywhere.

THEY CAN’T KEEP THIS BAD FATTY DOWN!

🐋✊⛓️‍💥

If you’re reading this, please spread this post around so my people can find me. my ko-fi account still lives.

I hope that even though much of it has been lost, the footprint it left will live on. running that blog has changed my life in immeasurable ways. getting to interact and learn from you all brought me community, acceptance, and love. I cannot express my gratitude to everyone who has supported me, and who stood behind me when I became vocal about feed1sm. you mean the world to me. I refuse to be silenced. my only ask is that you please keep spreading and circulating the fat liberation flag.

so. I’m wiping my tears and trying to think of this as rebirth. wherever I go from here, I won’t have to worry about censorship. when I got the news that it was all gone, the first thing that came to mind was this scene from pixar’s up.

In the end, it’s just a blog.

In liberation,

@fatliberation

chubblly-deactivated20250306

how about white collar mommy and her beloved sugar baby who does nothing but laze and stuff herself silly at home? Yes.

Click for better quality!

queerfeabieuser

I wanna be that Fat girl🔥

chubblly-deactivated20250306

how about white collar mommy and her beloved sugar baby who does nothing but laze and stuff herself silly at home? Yes.

Click for better quality!

queerfeabieuser

I wanna be that Fat girl🔥

ellaeats

Can I just lay here while you do everything for me today? I know I’m supposed to be losing weight, but I’m so lazzzzzyyyyyy..

butch-tradwife

For everyone who ‘used to love reading’ but now hasn’t finished a book in years, you CAN get it back. Genuinely start bringing a book (preferably short and either fiction or a non fiction topic you already really enjoy) everywhere you go and when you have 5-20 mins waiting for the bus or at the doctors office or mechanic or whatever, get out your book and read it! You don’t have to finish it quickly or even read it often but it is so good for your brain and fun to get into the habit of reading more (and replacing being on your phone for those moments). Source: I read 0 books in 2023 and I’ve read 12 in the first 4 months of 2026

danielle-feeder-deactivated2025

I love how you’re so blissfully unaware of what’s truly happening to you.

How far your mind has slipped.

How big you’re truly going to get.

You thought in your head a few pounds wouldn’t hurt.

Eating for a hot girl wasn’t so bad.

You could lose it anyways.

Oh how wrong you were fatty.

You’ve blown up since you’ve met me.

Your belly expanding outward.

Love handles pouring over your sides.

Jiggling like a bowl of jello.

Ass and thighs widening out. Wobbling with every step you take.

Tits swelling up.

Face plumping up.

Yet you’re blissfully unaware.

Gorging your little heart out.

Packing pound after pound onto your body just because I told you to.

I just keep watching as you finally become permanently addicted.

A glutton forever.

Mine forever❤️

bigkingxl0

don't deactivate your account, addict. you know that's not going to stop these cravings you don't understand. let me help you. I know how to help you with your addiction, piglet... you want to get better don't you? you want to hide from the pandora's box you've opened that flooded your mind, body, and senses in a split second.

it's scary how powerful it can be, isn't it? don't be afraid. you don't need to fear pleasure, like society expects. pleasure feels good for a reason. why would you contribute to a world that rejects pleasure? while everyone is miserable trying to fit the cookie cutter body, lifestyle, and personality, you get to sink into pure pleasure. do you feel that tidal wave, that new feeling you can't decide to accept or reject?

anxiety and excitement are near identical emotions... sounds like instead of fear, that excites you in more ways than one? ready to metamorphize--to change and grow and find your life's purpose? finally free to escape the "dreams" others planted in your head. those were never yours to begin with. if they were... would you be reading this still?

you are beginning to understand. do you need my guidance to make good decisions, piglet? do you need someone who knows first hand how you feel, someone who can use that to shape the life you deserve. you know you desire it, and your body does too. listen to it.

if everyone else knew the answer, they would be much better off and much happier, hm? now is your chance. are you ready to hear what you've been looking for for so long? you aren't meant to be like everyone else. haven't you always felt that, maybe for decades? return to your desire. you don't need to know what it is. it will come to you as you grow.

tell me, fatty. do you imagine it? day and night? those visions, do you try to shove it back down, only to find yourself just as drawn in? every time you hide from your desire you only stoke the fire next time. a fire that burns until you can't ignore it... you need someone that will control it now, because you can't control it. more than likely you find yourself sinking more often, maybe all the time, and every time it feels that much better. it's so much harder to go back. this only proves you are the right path. normal people don't want this, but you do.

my poor gooner gainer, just give in. you're a fattening failing addict now; your vice may be binging, boozing, bating, bonging, breaking your brain. more is better. more for your brainless binging boner. do you like those words, fatty? do you like how they sound? why don't we practice? chug a big drink, suck down a few hits, and start filling your belly bigger for pure bate pleasure. fast or slow doesn't matter as long as those braincells drip out. one hand to sip and one that strokes, one that dips and one that tokes. remember this is real and this is your life's work. task completion is necessary to increase pleasure and dependence. a mantra may make the task easier by triggering you. now, speak your new life into permanence and feel how hot it makes you feel. "I am a pig. I love pumping to [pot, porn, pizza, pina coladas, plastic, so on], I love being addicted to pleasure, I love being simple and submissive."

feels right doesn't it? you're learning so many new things, but it's time to think with only one head now. your brain is too busted to do anything but send more pleasure chemicals when you try to make good choices. bad choices are hotter. pleasure is your purpose. make a bad choice. simple pigs find pleasure in praise. fuck your brain and fuck your life for me. I will help you make good choices worse choices and when you do I will praise you, but the dopamine spike isn't enough for your little stimuli hungry brain. you need more.

More fast food in your big bloated overindulged bator belly will fix it... you don't need to be hungry to eat. Overcomsumption in morbidly obese piglets should be constant and mindless. Being full is comfortable, being stuffed is submissive, being desperate for more is normal. Maximize pleasure and submit to this. Your brain isn't meant to do anything but break... it feels so good to fail at life for your addiction to hedonism and excess. that big, slow, mindfuck of dopamine dependence and addiction, intox, and slobbish depravity pushed in deeper and deeper every time... you need more mindfucking to cause permanent pleasure and porn damage. no it's not fixable, but I'll tell you it is while we make you even worse.

don't deactivate your account, addict. it's time to bate and binge more, big guy. that big, swollen gut isn't the only thing poking out a foot... you need this to be your normal now. all eyes on you while you moan and brap and beg for more while you pack so much food in you can barley move. lazier is hotter and fatter is lazier. you just sink and pack more weight on. how long til that fat pad is so big you'll always need my help to get worse?

worse is so much better isn't it?