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Obsessed with girls whoās bellyās are so full they have to lean back in their chairs and spread their legs to give it room
Get so fat you have to find a new way to have sex
That's it, that's the post
pregnancy would be much hotter if it didnt result in babies. i think you should be able to knock someone up and they get bigger/milkier/etc but then nothing happens
whimpering from overeating to the point of bursting, groaning because Iām afraid Iām running out of space, moaning because I need you to keep feeding me anyway.
Masochistic feedees that get off to an overfilled achy belly need to be protected.
fat girl asmr but itās just me panting breath while weāre casually walking.
My favorite sound š
Today Iām thinking about mobility play and how hot it is.
Being fat enough, stuffed enough, that rolling left and right in bed is so difficult. You can just barely get the momentum to heave yourself back and forth, the mountains of you wobbling while your stomach gurgles from the sudden movement. Getting to the side of the bed is even more difficult. Shifting your huge legs, grabbing at anything to help you pull up with your fat, swollen hands. Huffing and puffing, finally getting your feet on the floor. You have to take a break before trying anything else, of course. And the temptation to just lie back down is so strongā¦
The only thing stronger is the hunger growling deep in your belly.
Not to be an evil feeder on main, but man, there is something about the phrase āthe diet starts tomorrowā when uttered by a struggling fatty when you know damn well you will do everything you can to make sure that diet never happens š
300 lbs is just chubby reblog if you agree
Feedism is one of the most subversive kinks out there.
it goes against established beauty standards. It celebrates fatness not just in the more socially acceptable "curvy" version, but in all its glory, with large hanging bellies, stretch marks, double chins etc.
it's anti-capitalist. It's about transforming your body in a way that might render it "useless" to the exploitative capitalist system. It's about putting comfort before efficiency, "laziness" before productivity.
it challenges our deepest unconscious beliefs about health and moral goodness. Many people don't realize that they think of "healthy" as "morally good". It's the root of fathpobia: believing that fat people are inherently unhealthy, and believing that being unhealthy is automatically a moral failing. As if eating a salad was virtuous. Feedism sticks a middle finger to that.
it exposes the whole diet industry as a massive cash grab it is.
feedism challenges our perception of autonomy and what is a "valid" choice to make. Many people like to say that they are radically pro-choice and that as long as these choices don't harm others, people are entitled to do whatever they want with their bodies. But in reality, many people object when they see others make radical changes to their bodies. We see it with transphobes, and we see it with people who treat feedists badly. Even within feedism, there is some opposition towards more extreme versions of this kink - but an informed choice to transform your body in a way you see fit is a valid human choice. Nobody should choose for you what you can do with your body.
i think we should get really high + touch each other a lot
I need a do-nothing princess who is disturbingly obsessed with food.
As giving and caring a feeder could be, I'd still be relegated to some background presence. Only as good as the food I bring. Only as good as the chores and caretaking I offer.
Each passing day is a success by keeping her in bed. Any ambition snuffed out by a steady snack and meal regimen. Laziness becomes a trait, an identity. You don't "get" to eat in bed all day long. It's who you are. It's what you do.
I want that liberating feeling that every single action I take is turning someone into a blob. I want to strip away all the social grace. She HAS to have food in reach at all times. She HAS to be a bit unpresentable.
Erode her sensibility. There's no guilt to how bad these habits are, because any outside voice has long been silenced and removed. It's not bad that you are overstuffed and still hanging your mouth open when I hand feed you. Who's going to say it's wrong? Who's going to stop you? Who's going to stop me?
It'll all settle once your body eventually makes the decisions for you. It isn't a choice to stay indoors when the thought of lumbering across the house is unthinkable. Any whimsical ideas of going out into the world disappears. Why fantasize about the impossible?
All that's left is to keep eating and growing. The obscene reality that you haven't had a weight plateau in months and years isn't a problem. It's normal to feel your body take up more space in more inconvenient ways. Thighs too heavy for your legs to move. A belly that pins you down. Heavy arms and a heaving chest that dominates your field of vision. Even a neck and face so thickened by fat that you begin to forget what you used to look like.
You'll be a fixture of your room, of your bed. Blindly feeling for the sack of food left by your side. Casually aware that you used to have a name, maybe some sort of a life. Rules and behaviors that let you fit in with others. All foreign to your rotted sense of self as you struggle to finish eating another pastry. Laboring and painfully trying to choke more food down. There's nothing human about it, it's purely blob behavior.
gainers admitting how afraid they are of how fat, dependent, and food addicted theyāre getting, while continuing to stuff their face
āeverything is getting so difficultā, āI didnāt mean to get this bigā, āI donāt think I can stopā, āIām scared Iām too far goneā, āplease donāt let me get any fatterā = dirty talk
i want you to be such a well-conditioned, brainless hog for me that you react to my touch without even thinking. my ditzy little obese princess who moans and opens her mouth to be fed whenever i grope your belly or grab your throat. so helplessly lost in the lust and praise and gluttony iāve been enveloping your life with that just the sound of my voice saying āthatās a good pigā brings you right to the edge of climax. donāt you see how fucked you are baby? youāre all mine now š„° and i am never going to stop fattening you up