Claire Keane
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That CEO/assistant story was amazing! Loved the CEO theme, any plans to write more?
Ahh thank you! I have bits of FA/Feedist/BDSM stories that I write. I also have another little scene I wrote about the CEO/Assistant dynamic. I typically write for personal use but I'd love to share more snippets here! They can get SUPER zesty though so you have been warned. 😅
tweeted this not realizing it's just basically sam's internal monologue
"Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels"
Mkay but have you felt the softest part of a belly hang? The supple squish of a side boob gone rogue? I think not, because you wouldn't have come at me with this whack ass quote Susan.
I think for a lot of us into soft feedism, we really just want to be held and cherished for who we are. Just having a partner that leaves judgement at the door and genuinely enjoys our presence. That goes both ways of course
Regardless of how either of our bodies change over time, kink related or not, enjoying your partner as an individual is sooo important to a functional relationship. A relationship built only on sexual attraction is rocky and unbalanced at best
I wanna listen to them geek out on something I never had an interest in before I met them. I wanna be on a solo shopping trip and grab something new and tasty looking that I just *know* they're gonna love. I wanna wake up, see their sleeping face, and have my heart beat faster while my face gets hot. I wanna slip outta bed to make them their favorite morning tea/coffee. I wanna laugh as we both trash talk something we both don't like. I wanna feel their warm embrace after being busy all day, let that relaxation ease up the tension in my shoulders. But above all else I want them to feel the same way as I do. If love ain't gonna be like that, I don't want it
Listen, I don't have anything clever to say here so let's pretend like this is a very profound thought provoking post full of complexity and nuance. Hehe
*Meets someone new*
*They haven't stopped looking at my belly*
*Jiggles belly and waits for subconscious signs of disgust or pleasure*
Assistant: "Wait, you want 3 large meals!? You're gonna be as big as a house! Why are you trying to gain weight?"
Because it's what I want. It's what I've always wanted and I'm done masking for social convenience. If my body or appetite offends you look somewhere else or suffer. The thing is, I know you. You won't stop looking. You know what, maybe it's that you can't stop looking.
There's just so much to take in. You may jest about my portions but I know you're wishing it was even more. I know you wonder how heavy my belly apron will feel in your arms. Maybe you're aching to count my stretch marks one by one. Sometimes, it even kind of feels like you stop yourself from seeing if the tips of your fingers touch when we hug.
I can see your eyes go blank as you talk to me. Almost like your mind wanders towards thoughts of seeing me on all fours arched low so the weight of my ass blossoms my sacred flowers. I know you want to see how my inner thigh rolls softly frame my fupa creating the most plush ravine. *Sarcastically clutches pearls for dramatic effect* "But how could I possibly know?!" Maybe it's the way your eyes stay firmly on my stomach never leaving even for a second. *Closes your gaping mouth and brings you to eye level by your chin* Even our first handshake couldn't break your gaze.
I know you wait patiently from across the floor to see me reach the top shelf. My lower belly escaping my shirt and softly plopping on the counter. Mmmm, I can see that hit a nerve. I would go on but you're already blushing. I mean look at you you're getting so worked up. *Untucks gut from my pants* Now be a good boy and grab me my lunch and never ask me such nonsense again.
(Notes: Kind of out of the norm for me but here's a random bit of fat related fiction with a touch of my brand of mommy dommy energy. I'm new to sharing my stupid little fantasies so be fucking nice please. I call this excerpt "My favorite position is CEO" the quote attached 1000% inspired it.)
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