Typical Lunch

[livestockprincess]

I’m soooo over feedees being compared and everything being a competition. Every single body type is beautiful, I love all fat distributions, and am fully supportive of everyone going at their own pace. Stop trying to pit us against each other. You take away all the fun and community of feedism the second you do that shit

[cupfeedcake]

#1 fastest folding chair ever fold

[hedonists-den]

That Sadie/Mr. Owens story was one of the hottest things I’ve read in a goood while. I will be checking out your AO3 *promptly.*

I loved how attentive he was before she even knew he was doing it, I loved how realistic her whole thought process of how she kept trying to talk herself out of what she wanted was, I loved them at the end… Fuck dude it was so good.

A character who’s a big shot in health having a secret feedee pet? I might need to play with that fantasy, holy crap.

Thank you

Oh my gosh, no, thank you!!! Y'all have no idea how much I thrive on reading asks and comments like this UGH 💜💜💜

❗️Shameless plug for the fic in question❗️

Go give it a read if you like spicy office feedism smut 🫵

[carolinequinnx]

Ugh, it really is SO worth the read 🤤

[feedercassidy]

I want you to look in the mirror and see what you’ve done to yourself. (what I made you do)

Stuffing your face over and over again. Gaining on purpose.

Knowing you can’t stop now

even if you wanted to.

[missfeedeefairy]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐍!!!

🫦

[fattythirst]

Date.

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I get preparing the previous day - setting aside our outfits. A simple skirt and a tank top for me. Something that shows off my cleavage. And for you, I take out a button up vest you wore at our last official date. Three months ago. Life gets busy. And as a homebody, I haven't minded not going out for a while. More money for food, after all. It's expensive, in this economy. It's a brunch date, on a saturday. I don't let you eat breakfast. I know, you're used to eating every three hours by now. You're needy and hungry and a little bit cranky by the time we start to get ready. I understand. No, for once you're not allowed snacks. I don't want you ruining your appetite. Not that you could. Not any more. You're always hungry. It's a struggle, getting the button up vest on. I even make you wear the suspenders. You never thought you'd need to - but your belly is getting pretty big. And... besides, I think they look good on you. Frame your belly so prettily. So for me, you wear the suspenders. Just for the date. Even though you're feeling grumpy about it. It's the hunger. It's always there now, unless you constantly graze. You rub your belly, feeling how tight the buttons are. You've grown since the last time your wore it. It's so tight. The soft chub of your belly bulges from under it a little. But as I smile seeing you in your outfit and show you mine, doing a little twirl, you can't help but smile back.

We hold hands. I've decided we're taking the bus. We could drive. But I like holding your hand. Sitting with you in public. And I have plans, for the ride back. I don't think either of us could focus on traffic on our way back.

It feels too small. Smaller than last time. But it isn't. You're just bigger. You keep doing that. Getting bigger. You don't have much time to think about it, though - as I keep up conversation about your hobbies. I get you explaining to me about something that matters to you. I try to find an angle to latch on, to find something about it to be interested too because I love you. And the things you care about matter to me. We get to the lunch buffet. It's not fancy. We're not fancy people. But we're dressed nice. It's neat. It's sushi, probably. I don't really care. I'll eat anything. I let you choose the place, since you're the one that's going to do most of the eating. I want you to have things you like. It starts normal enough. One, two plates. It's then that the game is on. The vest is too much. Too tight. I know it. I can see it in the way you sit. In the way you breathe. "It's my favorite vest, baby. You can unbutton. You don't have to break the buttons, it's okay." I don't want to embarrass you. Not really. I want you to have a good time. And as you unbutton bashfully, I blush. You blush. Your fat, filled up gut takes more space. "You can fit in more, baby." I get up, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. It's not a question. I know you'll eat if I bring you more food. And you do. Every time. Until we've hit your limit.

Your breathing is shallow. You're all red. I coax the last few bites into you. People are watching. People are always watching nowadays. You're just so big. It's not normal to be your size. You pant. You whimper a little. I give you mercy, for now, and don't fill your plate again. Then I eat. Like a normal person. A little bit more than a normal person, but in comparison to you it's normal. All you can really do is rub your belly and try to discreetly burp a few pathetic puffs to get yourself more comfortable. It works, but only a little.

When we walk out, it's slow. You can barely manage a waddle. We have to sit down a few times on the way back to the bus stop. I keep talking to you as if nothing is wrong. As if nothing is odd. And it's true. This is normal, for us. So domestic. Lovely.

The first real hurdle is getting up to the bus - taking that one big step up being so full. But we have a system. I go in first, then helping pull you up. It's pathetic. I feel wet. I know you can tell by my expression. I pay for the tickets as you catch your breath. We find a seat. I make you wedge yourself in by the window. You can still fit. It's not comfortable, but it's better than standing. You wheeze. You're not feeling talkative. Too much food. You're just too full, beyond reason. I smile, pulling on one of the suspenders and letting in snap back to your belly. "You're gorgeous like this, you know that?" I can't keep my hands off of your gut. I try to be discreet enough about it, and you try your best to be quiet. I whisper all the things you like into your ear while I rub your gut. How huge you are. So far gone. What a glutton. My blubber ball. Such a good boy for me to feed and play with. Many things, on repeat. You're panting again by the time our stop comes by - and only partially because of the food. By the time we get home you're aching both in your stomach as well as your groin. I'm happy I wore a skirt. I'm drenched. I watch as you near collapse on the sofa, but don't join you just yet. I go to the kitchen. It's time for your dessert shake.

[typicallunch]

This story is just wonderful!

[notfatweeb]

stupid morning thoughts that motivated me to grab the tablet while still in bed. What if Nico Robin had a secret that her powers allowed he

[transfatfemme]

I need this as feedist inspo audio I can listen to on headphones throughout the day...

@ladysublimessbbw

[magicfatman1]

Very yes very much yes

[lisalouthree]

Just a semi-regular reminder that it’s feedism now, feederism is outdated 😅

[gravity-of-the-stars]

Mass Mutual Weight Gain

Something I really don’t see too much of but absolutely love is mass mutual weight gain or society wide weight gain. Stories where everyone one just starts getting fatter everywhere.

Like maybe it’s some new invention, maybe it’s corporate advertising, or maybe people just start giving into gluttony and hedonism because they just love it.

Like imagine you’re chilling and one night your roommate comes home with way more food than they normally do. You ask and they say they got a killer deal on it, one that was almost too good to be true! Over the course of the night the two of you shock yourselves by eating everything and spend the night blissed out and bloated on the couch.

The next morning as you take the bus to work, nursing your still full and sloshing belly digesting last nights feast, you notice others seemingly doing the same. Trying to rub gas out of their stomachs subtly while others who look like they’ve already put on some weight caring less about subtly.

You start finding great deals on food practically everywhere you good, leading to overindulgence becoming more of the norm. You end most nights passed out next to your roommate, the remnants of your feast surrounding you. The next morning your roommate comes to breakfast wearing practically nothing saying “it’s so much of a hassle especially since I’ll just outgrow it soon” you realize that’s pretty valid and start doing the same.

You notice a lot more changes in your everyday life, with influencers and celebrities gaining weight as part of a new social media trend. News casters discussing rising weights with a burger barely off screen waiting for them. More and more folks opting to work from home so they can spend more time relaxing and eating. You notice your neighbors pumping up as well and occasionally catch glimpses of their fattened bodies in the hall or through windows.

Your morning commute has changed too. There are more people practically spilling out of their work clothes and uniforms, many still eating the end of their large breakfasts. Two women across from you have are chatting with their morning coffee, which you’ve watched go from a small to go cup to an xxl cup that’s basically just a milkshake with coffee at this point. Mid sip, one of the women’s shirt buttons finally give and rather than me mortified at all her fat surging forward, free from its constraints, she actually moans a little and says “oh thank god that feels soooo much better”.

This incident seemingly unlocks a switch in your brain and suddenly food and pleasure are much closer together than you thought they’d be. It’s why two nights later your roommate is standing over you with a funnel in their hand teasingly praising your weight gain and asking if you want more. “Fuck yes” you say in a daze and as the funnel goes in your mouth the only thing you can think of is “more”.

[shark-feeder]

being into feedism or just generally finding fat people attractive does not make you a weirdo or a predator, there is literally nothing wrong with it. what does make you a weirdo, a creep and a predator? liking or creating AI BBW content; taking, posting, and reblogging creep shots of random nonconsenting fat people; reposting images of fat people on instagram or facebook to your blog; stealing sex workers paid content and pretending it is your own.

[fxlthyangxl-deactivated20240122]

website

[hesbythecampfire]

StopNCII.org is operated by the Revenge Porn Helpline which is part of SWGfL, a charity that believes that everyone should benefit from technology, free from harm. Founded in 2000, SWGfL works with a number of partners and stakeholders around the world to protect everyone online

Sounds legit

[songue85]

StopNCII.org is operated by the Revenge Porn Helpline which is part of SWGfL, a charity that believes that all should benefit from technolog

[nosferatusnoopy]

everyone reblog this!!

[funnelmefullerold]

Every time you reblog this post, 10lbs will go straight to your waistline.

[typicallunch]

How do I instantly reblog something 20 times?

[chubbystuffer-deactivated202604]

Get fat for me get so fat it hurts to waddle so fat your family is worried get so fat your doctors get concerned so fat you need me to take care of your every worry and desire pampering my plump majesty worshiping my ever growing blubber deity feeding you until your body grows even more becoming more reliant on me and modern medicine to keep your fat clogged organs from bursting just yet

[allthingsfeedism]

pov: a whoooooooooole picnic spread 🥪🥤🏞 - with @onlyroxxie

[sugar-softies]

"But they're destroying their bodies for a fetishhhhh" wow great opinion, where did you get it from? Your mom who told you that your new tattoo you got for fun and joy ruined your sacred body?

[untitled67344]

Additional point: people have a right to autonomy, meaning if they want to "destroy" their own body for literally any reason, then they have a right to. If it's a sex thing that's not any morally better or worse than anything else like ballet, taking steroids, or starving.

[sugar-softies]

YES excellent fucking point, health is not a moral issue and addressing it as such is less toeing the line into ableism and more doing a cannonball in

[funnier-as-a-feedist]

Certified feedism post!

[gluttonygoddess]

some jiggles from my new wine + soda bloat cuz i feel like spoiling you guys this weekend 😽

full clip on my OF ♡