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tboys who got under the chin tattoos when they were skinny but have gained enough weight that it becomes easier to see the artwork because of their double-chins making it bulge out at all viewing angles 🤯🤯🤯🤯
i've really gotten out of the habit of looking at the calories in a snack before eating it. when i first started making a point out of eating to deliberately gain weight, I was kind of obsessed with finding the highest calorie items and really zoning in on that and eating as much of it as i could and then totally losing interest in eating for a bit. as many longterm gainers will tell you and who were of course fucking right...to avoid this, a diversity of food is key. it's hard to always be eating just one thing. i think eating a whole cake in one sitting can be extremely fun and horny, or eating only pizza for a week is a fun thing to say but it's like. more of a special occasion/make it a night where you plan to be a little extra and do a milestone fantasy. who can keep it up all the time?
what's finally getting me is the snacking; eating something because i want it and not because i think it'll make me gain faster has resulted in me regularly eating a lot more because it's...fun! i've eaten so many delicious things! and i eat enough to be comfortably full every night and it feels amazing!
one of the things that keeps really turning me on is when i finally get to the evening after snacking all day, i start thinking about making dinner and then have trouble deciding what i want to eat because i'm actually...not hungry. dinner has become more of a question of whether i want to take it easy and be comfortably full or give in and just get myself totally stuffed for the night. as a reward for...whatever :)
(i'd love to get a bunch of take-out, but i'll refrain. there's food at home! THERE'S FOOD AT HOME!)
sometimes more often than not, i'm actually closer to stuffed when it comes time to making dinner though. and i'll take a second to think back on everything i've already eaten and out of curiosity, math my way through how i got myself so impressively full without even having gotten to the last meal of the day. it's like i'm still trying to find a way of not having to admit that my appetite is growing. maybe it's not adding up because I can't really have changed my habits that much, could i?! i don't eat like that, not every day!
so, it's really horny when the number is way higher than i expected it to be 😰 because i kinda do eat like that every day 😰😰 and it's not only becoming impossible to deny, it's become a continuous inevitability.
swelling,
that's what it feels like. every night your skin is stretched so taut that it aches. your whole belly feels like it's glowing with heat as your body tries to process the massive amount of food you've been assailing it with.
it can't be possible but every day you swear that you feel yourself getting just a little bit fatter. every part of you feels like you're being steadily pumped with more and more fat.
one day it's your collar fitting differently, or your thighs being so stuffed into your jeans that you can't bend down in them properly. you start to take daily notice of how your ass feels bigger and softer from how you're crammed into your jeans. another day, you're absently loosening your belt another notch or noticing your shirts feeling clingy as your belly starts stick out a little further and catch the soft, well-worn fabric.
every night, you're lavishing yourself, pushing your body to grow and it's been showing for a while...
one of my favourite things about feedism is when i catch myself satisfyingly recounting just how much i actually ate throughout the day, usually while trying to decide if i want another snack. instead of being embarrassed or worrying about it being wasteful i can just take pleasure in being able to spoil my body that day. and it means of course, i am going to have another snack. why stop now~
i can eat so much more food lately and it's so much easier to notice because my stomach will be sticking out and i'm just like...mm but i'm not like full full? definitely not stuffed. might as well keep going :P
romance me by packing 20 lbs of pure fat onto me faster than i imagined to be possible
i can't stop noticing all the little changes my body is going through at the moment. i'm just that perfect touch softer everywhere i touch. i jiggle a little, my fingers sink in deeper and i keep underestimating my capacity. i have zero reason to stop and the more i think about looking noticeably and undeniably chubby the more i shamelessly stuff my face...every single pound has only made me more curious about what a new goal after this might be. i'm not actually going to get fat, am i?
i'm just having some fun...😅😅
having a lot of, "oh, this fits differently now" moments with my clothes and really noticing how squishy i feel in places i never have before 
i feel like i'm still just experimenting, but also am like very much in the mind set that another ten pounds could sorta still be considered an exploratory phase
meanwhile i'm fantasizing about the size of gut that would need at least another 50-60 pounds.