gaining weight on purpose because i’m really hot and i think there should be more of me
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gaining weight on purpose because i’m really hot and i think there should be more of me
fat trans women bloggers (some of whom are not even feedists) posting about weight gain positively and casually eroticizing fatness has done so much good for queer tumblr as a whole and we need to give them their flowers for that. truly turning the tide of general opinion on feedism and dispelling fatphobia all at the same time
something about a vain feedee who knows she’s pretty and gets even more vain as she gains weight. constantly admiring her new softness in the mirror and picking out ever-skimpier clothes to show off her body. a feedee who thrives off compliments and attention and needs to be worshipped. who will pout and huff and pitch a fit until she gets everything she wants. a feedee who knows she’s prettiest when her mouth and belly are both stuffed full. who knows her gain is making her hotter and is extremely conceited about it
when tummies are so soft the belly button forms more of a line than a dot…… yea h
naive dispo customer x secret feeder budtender perhaps?? someone pretty new to smoking weed comes in, asking for recommendations. clueless and cute. a perfect victim. cue hot, charming budtender selling them the most couch-locking, munchies-inducing strains, not being completely honest about the effects. customer comes back the next week and laughingly confesses to how much they ate when they were high, unaware of how this is affecting the budtender. gripping the counter, swallowing the saliva pooling in their mouth. customer asks for something a little bit less on the munchies side. budtender nods, smiles, and recommends the opposite. another week goes by. customer comes back and sheepishly divulges that they ate even more. maybe it’s just the way weed affects them. they’re blushing. there’s a glimpse of budding softness, round puffy upper belly, bulging around the waistband of their sweatpants.
the budtender knows this is wrong. they shouldn’t be furiously jerking off in their car on their lunch break thinking about a stranger like this. but if this one didn’t like overeating, why would they keep coming back? why would they insist on waiting to be helped by their favorite employee? why would they become a regular, returning week after week, their trim little athleisure wardrobe rapidly replaced by hoodies and sweatpants, still unable to hide the new roundness around their cheeks and chin? and pretty soon they stop trying to hide it. they start coming in high, holding an enormous fast food soda, unsuccessfully trying to swallow burps behind their hand. eyes half-lidded, forking over cash for whatever the budtender hands them, belly hanging out from under their shirt. their gait has changed. they’re all giggly and slow.
then one day the budtender is smoking outside on their break when the customer walks up. budtender stops them, invites them to come sit in their car and “chat.” which of course means feeding them edibles in between joints until the customer is moaning, mindless, and the budtender can enjoy the fruits of their labor
fattening someone up but doing it in like. a masculinizing way. telling you “eat up, i like boys who look like they can handle themselves” with a coy little wink as i add another serving to your plate, grabbing your chub, “gotta make sure you can keep me warm.” squeezing your doughy arm the same way one would squeeze a guy’s muscled bicep, even more admiringly. saying things like “i need a guy with a little weight on him,” as i encourage you to order a second entree when we’re out to dinner, and on the way home i rub your stuffed belly, “hm, you’re still a little scrawny, but you’ll be a real hunk in no time.”
ah dang i smoked the turbo munchies weed (while already a lil buzzed off cider) and now i’ve just eaten an entire bag of takis dipped in sour cream and am moving onto sugar cookies with pumpkin cream cheese spread in between
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✦ hi i’m plushe!!!
✦ transmasc femme dyke, he/him exclusively, white, tme, 28
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✦ i love terms like gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, goddess, etc. just don’t call me a woman or a man. boy and guy is 👍. girl as in “hey girl” is 👍
✦ kinks you’ll find here: wg, eructo (burping), breeding, pregnancy, nursing, lactation, noncon/dubcon, pet play, furry, intox (weed + alc), g/t particularly fairy stuff
✦ kinks you won’t find here (but free to interact if your blog features these): fatphobia kink, extreme humiliation/degradation, livestock nicknames, death feedism, eprocto, vore, emeto
✦ dms restricted to only blogs i follow. i’m bad at replying, sorry
✦ in a relationship, open to flirting! horny asks welcome always
✦ my ko-fi is here, all tips will go to my belly
✦ my ao3 is here, with the first installment of a butch/butch/femme feedism erotica that i may continue in future (or post other things)
✦ this blog aims to be a safe space for trans women and transfems, nonbinary and all trans people, people of color, disabled people, as well as anyone recovering/recovered from an ed
✦ other things to note: 1) attraction to fat people is not a fetish. 2) if you don’t place the safety and wellbeing of fat people above all else then go away. 3) fat liberation always.