Jan 2, 2025
In the streets: intuitive eating and eating what you want and not denying yourself food and listening to your body
In the sheets: What's that, baby, you're full? But it doesn't hurt yet? Keep eating 🥰😇
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In the streets: intuitive eating and eating what you want and not denying yourself food and listening to your body
In the sheets: What's that, baby, you're full? But it doesn't hurt yet? Keep eating 🥰😇
This fic got SO out of hand, but I finally finished itttt! Classic "I'll just write a few hundred words for a post" to blacks out and writes 15 pages pipeline :)
mataHmeH maSachnIS! (To Survive, We Must Expand)
Fandom: Star Trek (unspecified era but would fit into the Discovery or TNG/DS9 timelines)
Relationship: F/[whatever you want] - Female Klingon prison Warden x Original Non-Gendered prisoner
Words: 7,544
Contains: Force-feeding, extreme (but possible/plausible) wg, non-consensual kink, mentions of torture, survival sex, light verbal humiliation, trauma, and Klingons being Klingons, but also complicated relationships, tenderness & affection, bonding, and caretaking :3
I HATE writing summaries, but this is what I wrote for it anyway:
You'd heard the horror stories, but the months you've spent incarcerated on a Klingon prison ship have taught you that if anything, their reputation has been understated. Your life now is about survival to the end of the week, so it's only prudent of you when you begin exchanging sexual favors with the guards to get by. When you catch the interest of the prison's Warden, you see an opportunity, but you know you're walking the edge of a bat'leth when you encourage her attention. She may just like watching how pathetic you are as you scramble for meager ration packs, but something tells you there's a longer game she's playing, and eventually, you'll be giving her more.
(aka: what if your Klingon prison Warden was a feedist freak :3)
yISop! >:) (<-Klingon bon appetit)
Evil feeder fantasy: kidnapping fic writers who have their >6-foot character pop buttons after gaining 20 pounds or describe 200 pounds as a "huge" and mobility-limiting size, and force fattening them until they can finally ~write what they know~ and learn what a huge, button-popping, mobility-limiting weight gain really is 😈
Hiiii I finally finished chapter one, yay!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It's an M/M proto-feedist, enemies-to-lovers, PwithP romance about two bassist punks who live in the world of LA and Orange County's nascent hardcore scenes in 1979.
Or: the story of 2 freaks of the streets setting out for a mutually beneficial freaks in the sheets arrangement that snowballs into more feelings (and poundage of course, I gotchu 😏) than either of them bargained for 😇
(I'm leaving it as available for non-AO3 members to read because I want people to read it lol but I'll post a warning if I change my mind and make it private)
obsessed with side boob rolls big enough to kiss their love handles
I connect with and appreciate an author's body of work by killing it humanely, dismembering it, and honoring it by repurposing every part (making the characters gay and fat)
Plot idea: two takeout delivery drivers who run into each other a couple times delivering to a huge apartment building until they start to recognize each other and strike up short, friendly conversations whenever their paths cross. One of them has a tendency to order food for himself at least once a night while he's out running orders, and always ends up eating any order mistakes or duplicate items. It adds up, and every time the two drivers meet, he's a little heavier than the last. He thinks the other driver is cute and maybe even checking him out a little, but they're always so rushed trying to pick up their next order, and they see each other so infrequently that he doesn't want to be creepy with an unwanted advance and ruin what they have.
Then maybe one time they meet, he's ended up with car trouble or the weather's getting bad and he won't be able to make it to his last stop and then back home in time to avoid the snow. But however it happens, the other driver offers their couch to crash on, and they end up at their house with a big, family-sized food order he wasn't able to deliver.
Umm, and then maybe they feed it to him and they make out a little and enjoy playing with his big, full belly, and thus a feedist romance is born 🥺