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flirtatiously saying "oh, you can choose what i should eat!" at a restaurant and your date orders ten cheeseburgers for you
Posts that are funnier as a feedist
as far as I’m concerned body fat is THEE stim material of all time and I’m done pretending it isn’t. it’s ALWAYS warm, soft, and inviting. idk abt yall but I love resistance & pressure, so the weight of fat/fat body parts is glorious. there’s just so many ways to stim
cupping a boob in your hand. just hold it. let the weight of it fill your palm
idly bouncing a boob against your fingers
bouncing a belly hang against your palm
laying back and finding the center of the belly and pressing intermittently. bwomp bwomp bwomp. look at that ripple
rubbing back and forth along the bottom of an overhang, noting how the bottom of the belly is soft in a different way from the top (bonus points for dimpled overhangs, W bellies, stretchmarks, cellulite)
curling your fingers around a roll. squeezing, massaging, holding
using a roll to shake a whole belly
framing a belly with both hands and squeezing, squishing, bouncing
wobbling a wide, jiggly thigh
placing ur fingers underneath a shelf of an ass and bouncing. one cheek, both cheeks, who gaf
tracing the curve of plump cheeks, double chins, soft necks with a knuckle or the pads of your fingers
splaying your hand across any wide, soft body part (belly, sides, thighs, ass) and just. feeling. rocking the palm back and forth, pressing fingertips against the surface. soaking up the warmth and comfort
running your hand up and down a whole fat torso, chest to hips, memorizing the landscape of rolls and swells and stretch marks and cellulite
finding clusters of older stretchmarks, noting the different textures between it and unmarked skin
and we absolutely CANNOT forget the ultimate simple pleasure of rubbing biiig slow circles all around the circumference of a sweet round tummy
That feeling when you're about to record a button pop video and then immediately, literally phone in hand to record, I sneezed and the button launched off I feel so BLUE BALLED
I love him sm...
Bribery?
He ate the spiked podshroom soup..
hes right where he wants to be!
Fat pet play oml mmmfpffppgfhhfh. Outgrow your dog bed for me. Outgrow your collar with pudge. Outgrow being on all fours because of your lack of muscle mass and heft. Outgrow being shy about food around me and beg for seconds, thirds, and fourths. Outgrow your clothes so I can pet your exposed tummy easier. I need you turned into my outgrown pet
heavy puppy,,,,
another part of getting incredibly fat… you stop doing certain things, and then you forget how to do them.
i was trying on a bathing suit bottom with these cute strings to tie on the side, and i just. couldn’t for the life of me remember how to tie them? and it got me thinking—i haven’t worn shoes i had to tie in well over a year.
i could barely reach with both hands to make the knot—my tits were in the way, my belly filled the space i had to reach over… i got exhausted just trying to reach
i wear things that’re easy to get on and easy to get off. i can’t bend over too well because my belly is in the way. it’s starting to hang so, so low.. and i can’t even reach my feet anymore—if i tried to paint my nails it would be exhausting, i’d be out of breath in seconds
it makes me wonder what’s next. will i forget the little trick i use to get bras on? will i forget how to hoist myself up off the floor sometime in the next 100 pounds?
and then, when i finally get to those “too big to live alone without a caretaker” sizes, what will be next?
clumsy, fat fingers unable to button up shirts. the same overly softened hands struggling to hold a fork, eating without utensils is just so much easier.. can’t reach around my belly enough to button any pants, either, it’ll have been years (and hundreds of pounds of lard) since i could even see what i’m doing, anyways
it’s motivating, it makes me hungry. just thinking about these possibilities makes me want to eat. i want to be useless, dependent, so fat and soft and hungry it scares everyone around me
I crave someone who treats fattening me up like a science experiment, measuring and weighing me constantly. Taking notes of what makes me swell the fastest and trying to stretch out my belly with methodical bloats. Being relentless and consistent and methodical, never letting their new test subject rest or adjust to the onslaught of tests.
Maybe they'd keep me stuffed to near capacity for days (or even weeks) with heavy, fatty foods so they can watch me struggle around a massive bloated and gassy gut that's so full it's hard to breathe like I'm some animal to be studied, all while they watch my belly and hips and thighs keep swelling with fat. They'd laugh at how the high fat diet gives me gut cramps and rub my sore and overstuffed belly, even though it's their fault to begin with.
Just some mad doctor fattening me up until I'm almost too big to move on my own and then taking notes on how I struggle to do basic tasks. They make notes of how people react to me and how offensively fat I am, how I react to taking up so much space in public. They'd experiment with putting me in my old too small clothing, noting how easily flustered I get as they eventually shred trying to contain my new mass. Theyd rub lotion into my swelling gut and eagerly map my stretch marks, thrilled as they slowly shift from their aged silver back to an angry red. They'd time just how quickly they can force my body up a pant size or three. They'd record videos and take pictures of me and post them publicly, documenting my progress for the world to see as I'm ruthlessly fattened up and turned into their pet just to sate their curiosity.
I'd be such a good and eager little guinea pig for someone like that.
Everything just tastes good with weightgain. Petplay x wg, bondage x wg, sci fi x wg, slice of life x wg, cnc x wg, intox x wg...
I am officially fatter than I have ever been, I've been blowing up a little crazy style lately 🥴
I wanna be your project.
Document my gains, my habits, my diet, my personality. A journal to each category, photo collages and scrap books of every little milestone we find important. Measure me and take note of my stretch marks.
Draw on me and outline where you think the next few pounds of fat are going to end up at. Pinch and prod my body at your expense and even mention how it feels, the texture of it. Talk my ears off while you make me stand there on full display for your discerning eye. Not once caring how tired I get or how out of breath I am from having to stand on my own for so long
Make notes of when I manage to eat a bite or two more. How over the course of months and years that instead of bites, it’s evolved into plates and full dishes extra just to feed me. Explain my diet to me while you keep me down on all fours with my face in my dog bowl, sitting on my back and forcing me to hold you up. Patting my side when I’ve done good.
Keeping track of what foods turn me on more and coming up with meal courses serving to show my arousal rise with each bite, climaxing to me panting and grinding into my chair at the end of the dinner. Force desserts into me for the sake of consistent experiments, each meal has to end the same way no matter how full I am.
Documenting my slow descent from walking to waddling to days of no movement at all. Make me do low impact exercises just to keep me in enough shape to still stand for the inspections.
Uh oh seems Tumblr is really starting to crackdown on feedisty stuff because literally EVERYTHING I've put on my blog, reblog or not has been getting flagged
Okay so its literally everything I post apparently cool