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@wonderfull-fat
If you’re reading this
You should be eating.
getting fatter will fix you actually. you should get fatter. eat more and get fatter. softer. gaining weight is good. gaining weight feels good. it looks good, too. especially on you. you look so happy when you eat something delicious, have some more! think about how you really feel when your belly is full, how your body feels, the satisfaction. relax into the couch and feel your softness. get fatter. you deserve this 💕
I'm gonna push and prod a few girls into super morbid obesity and you're just gonna watch!
Yeah I may kidnap one of them and slowly condition her into being hooked up to all sorts of milking, feeding, and breeding machines, but that's no reason to call the cops.
I mean she's getting too fat to run away and maybe so are you, but that's a good problem to have especially when dinners right out the oven and dessert is on its way shortly after.
It's not my fault you all look so ravishing being rounder than you ever thought possible! Well okay maybe I could be open to it being all my fault, but only if you open your mouth too. Never would I have thought such obedience would lead to obscene decadence to quite this degree. I'm not upset in the slightly!
Dream life dream life dream life my address is 123easy to grab street and I'll be anyone's princess of a victim if you know how to take me away >_<
Obesity
I can’t be the only one who’s addicted to fat, right? There’s just something so deliciously indulgent about it, the way it slowly creeps up on you, the way it jiggles and is able to be squeezed. The thought that an each feast will contribute to more blubber, an added bonus to doing something that everyone loves to do, eat. The day after pigging out still feeling the after effects, rubbing your hands across your body, poking and prodding your bloated fat, squeezing and watching it jiggle. Realizing how your body never used to be so sensitive, how each slight touch sends pleasure throughout your growing body, slowly rewiring your brain to love the sensation, to crave it, to want more. Before you even realize it, your pants are off, and you are craving for release. Your thoughts clouded by food and the need to be bigger. You start getting hungry at the thought, since you know the release will be even better when you are so bloated you can hardly catch your breath and barely move without your bulging belly almost in pain from food. Then before you know it you finish and it’s the best you’ve ever felt, that’s the cycle, the inescapable trap you entered, you want that feeling every second of the day, so the first thing is to get another feast to do it all over again.
Love the idea of you subtly corrupting someone to gain. Every day they come over and stuff their face with you. You tell them to just let go for that day and everything is fine. It turns into them just letting go every single day. Each time getting bigger, lazier and hungrier until they are your pet pig
Yesss the 'mutual gaining' to suddenly the 'mutual' part ending with someone realizing they're eating more than I am. Gaining 5lbs for every 1 of mine. Going from "I can indulge and overeat, I'm nowhere as fat as HER" and then realizing one day you have at least 100 pounds on me. Pushing someone until it's too late for them to change their mind...they're stuck in the pig lifestyle and so much easier for me to push fatter and fatter.
Ritual XIII: The Biological Override
You all reach a point in the binge where the body begs you to stop. The skin stretches tight across your belly. The nausea sits heavy at the back of your throat. You feel the grease coating your lips, and a wave of exhaustion hits you. You know you’ve eaten too much. You know it’s going to hurt to digest.
This is the exact moment where even feedees stop. They wipe their mouths, lie back, and let the food coma take them. They surrender to their limits. You are going to break yours.
The Directive: The next time you reach that wall, the moment you are undeniably, uncomfortably stuffed and ready to quit, you will not stop.
You will initiate the Override.
Leave the plate exactly where it is. Stand up. Waddle to get more food. The more impossible it gets the better. The more struggle you feel the more you have to eat. You know how grotesque your distended apron looks right now, so much you don't need to see it to feel the weight of it pulling your posture forward.
Find the most calorie-dense, sugary, or heavy item you have left. Something that sickens you just to look at because you are already so agonizingly full.
Keep struggling, and take it back to where you were sitting. Place your hands flat on the hardest, most unyielding part of your bloated gut. Press in just enough to feel the physical resistance of your own gluttony.
Say this aloud: "My body is begging to stop, but my fat demands to grow."
Now, force that extra food down. Do not savor it. This isn't about taste anymore. This is about establishing absolute dominance over your own biology. You are actively choosing to make the pain worse. You are choosing to stretch your body to grow more adipose tissue.
When you finally swallow the last bite, you will feel sick. You will feel breathless. And you will know, with absolute certainty, that you are no longer eating to survive. You are eating to become a monument to lard.
the idea of fattening up someone has been playing over in spinning delicious loops in my mind, of carefully selecting each bite they take knowing it would be adding more to the person i desire, has me drenched.
of feeling sleek, taut muscle turn to soft fat against my own. i want to make them so much larger than me that people consider me (a very much obese person) small, i want the shock to not be on me, but on my beautiful fatty.
the idea of giving a once focused, fitness driven athlete or the bleak, miserable diet obsessed the bliss driven rest of gluttony i have spent my entire life enjoying as a fat person-is a gift i want to share.
i need to make them soft and as happy as i am, happier and complacent and beautiful and fat.
i want to dress them in my cute clothes and watch as they go from near swimming in the fabric to flush to spilling out in near vulgar fashion. darker thoughts of gifting clothes a size too big, ripping the tag off, just to whisper softly “oh my sweet thing, youre losing weight we need to fatten you up again.”
and we both know its manipulation of the purest intent, of corrupting them further toward delicious fat pleasure.
[bunni thoughts]
one of the most attractive things a person can be is a mindless eater
getting fatter will fix you actually. you should get fatter. eat more and get fatter. softer. gaining weight is good. gaining weight feels good. it looks good, too. especially on you. you look so happy when you eat something delicious, have some more! think about how you really feel when your belly is full, how your body feels, the satisfaction. relax into the couch and feel your softness. get fatter. you deserve this 💕
Im ready to try this "Contrast" thing - as long at 470 pounds im the "skinny" one and I get crushed.
Delivery App 🛍️
(POV WG)
You didn't think twice about downloading that delivery app. Something about points? You were always down for a deal.
Except these deals seemed almost… too good? After you ordered breakfast to your place once, suddenly you were getting a happy little ping on your phone with a half-off offer that turned your usual meal into a combo.
More food for less money? Anyone would've taken that deal. Of course, not everyone would have eaten it all, but I guess you've always had a bit of an appetite, haven't you?
You shrugged it off when it would push notifications about deals when you passed by a bakery or a coffee shop; surrendering your data to the conglomerates seemed a small price to pay for all these extra treats. You didn't pay much attention to how much you were eating and drinking, but your bank account was looking healthier than ever.
Pretty soon, your waistbands started feeling a little snug. You told yourself it was just some bloating -- maybe from that milkshake that got added into your burger combo last night? Or maybe that éclair from this morning…
ive learned a lot being a big and fat horny person my entire life.
its allowed me to reflect in multiple ways on feedism and hedonism and why so many that crave this kink still feel such shame.
as someone who grew up fat and fearful of being treated as a fetish, i always try to be open to others experiences because i know opening up about any kink, but especially feedism is a super vulnerable thing at times. and even if you go at it with the best intentions when trying to open up about this, due to internalized fatphobia a lot of people are going to view it in a negative lens like i did, because they are used to being treated as a hidden desire and holding on to their own fatphobia.
when really if you open your mind… feedism is one of the most deliciously liberating and freeing kinks ive ever come across, which is a milestone for a deviant like myself.
and i can say with utter honesty, as someone who’s into so many things outside of this kink… the double standard applied to feedism in comparison to other even other taboo kinks is actually really infuriating — especially as a live and breathe born fat girl.
when i see the same people that are into extreme kinks like cnc and mask/stalking kinks (another space im in, no judgement) or even much more commonly- breath play which is actually dangerous if not done in a specific way- just spread information about a kink they know nothing about ..
its another result of fatphobia and WHY feedism is so ostracized when its become common kink to want someone to leave evidence of pleasure through impact play, such as bruising and wanting someone to sexually beat the shit out of them.. even the simplest evidence of hickies and collars.
but the act of eating in a sexual setting or intertwining the very present areas of pleasure in life toward hedonism is seen as immoral and disgusting. we talk about food porn, we moan when we enjoy a good meal, we crave good and hearty food after sex. all the signs are there yet wanting a specific body type due to it being a result of even more pleasure is seen as wrong because we still hold onto such puritanical views on sex and the body.
and slowly but surely we are breaking out of that but there are leaps and bounds to be made toward fat love and kink acceptance.
i see people on tiktok filter out the word fat like its a slur and it makes me want to cry for them and their internal experience. fat, even if you don’t find it sexy, is a descriptive. its not a curse word. and maybe im so far gone, but i find it yummy.
i mean, people are even starting to recognize how many have feet fetishes when that was seen as a level one perversion in the 1960s. so many people are now open about that, i have multiple friends irl who just talk about that but will turn their nose at something involving a fat fetish.
its just how society views our relationship with sex and pleasure. the more society tells us its wrong to be fat, that fat is bad- the more it WILL create hidden fetishes out of shame, and not open kinks to talk about and explore.
i really truly think that theres like psychological and sociological backing for why this all is the way it is, and im at the point imma just write the dissertation myself.
"fat is not a curse word" say it again 👏👏👏
the fatphobia is so internalized that even people who lust after fat bodies and features (in the wild, not on feedist tumblr) will gild that lust with language like "thick" "dadbod" etc. to avoid confronting the almighty mantra of "fat people = icky"
liking fat bodies is fine and normal! you're allowed to say the word!
the idea of more has become just so decadent and delicious i find myself craving it. of the many meals i have devoured, i have found it to be a most satiating bite.
and ill be honest, i have always left my seat still hungry, and needed more in places others desired less in many aspects of my life that its flooded into my sense of self. i cannot help it.
i love being fat.
i love being big. it feels such an important part of me i will never let go.
i embrace my body with such unrelenting exuberance and utter delight, I wish you all could love your fat bodies (and the very parts you used to feel such shame and insecurity in) the way I do.
I wish I had a magic wand and I could wave it to make you all see just how beautiful you are.
Matching Bellies
Character 1 loves to cook and bake. And it has begun to show on the figure. Their newly bulging gut pops the button of their pants. Embarrassed, they start only cooking bland food and working out super hard.
Their partner, Character 2, is concerned about 1's well being. They think the bit of chub is cute! But 1 won't settle down. 2 comes up with a plan. In secret they start binging on food to bulk up.
Once Character 2 has gained enough weight for it to show on their body, Character 1 asks them what they're doing. 2 states that seeing the extra weight on 1 got them thinking about trying out being bigger.
2 has legitimately been enjoying the gluttony and the changes to their body. And hope that if 1 can love a bigger 2, than 1 could love themselves being bigger.
2 agrees that the pudge is looking good on 1. And decides they no longer need to lose sleep over their own weight. 2 is happy to go back to normal and promises to slow down with the eating...
Except they don't entirely slow down. 2 has developed a hard to break habit, and while not as intense as when before, they are still eating more and indulge in treats more often.
But neither of the two of them mind. In fact, 1 has started to eat like 2. Both of them are starting to grow again. And both are infatuated with their new lifestyle.
Now the two of them are happily gaining together. Ever eager to pop more buttons.
What if in the course of feeding you I grow complacent. Why go to the gym when I can stay home and cook for us?. If I'm already ordering you fast food I may as well get something. Sharing in salty snacks or desserts as we cuddle on the couch in the evening.
My pants feel a bit snug, but I'll just wear some stretchy pants they are more comfortable anyway.
I don't remember my belly touching yours when I sat on your lap, but all that warm squishy fat pressing together just feels so nice.
How far would you let me go? Would you tease me for fattening myself like a little piggy? Would you turn the tables and try to make me fatter than you? Would you try to make me realize just how fat I've gotten by modeling my old workout clothes, or attempt part of my old workout routine for you. A couple of pizzas sitting there waiting for me if I just admit what a fatty I've let myself become.
Or would you let me live in a state of blissful denial. Watching me get fatter and greedier and acting like nothing has changed.
Let’s get fat together. I know you want to. I see the way you look at my new curves, the softness of my tummy, with lust in your eyes.
Don’t think though that I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been eating like every bite is the last you’ll ever have. Indulging like theres no tomorrow.
I love the way you’ve been filling out. Every pound added makes you all the more irresistible in my eyes so let’s just go all in. Gluttony should be a daily occurrence rather than a rare indulgence.
So come on cutie. Let’s order a pizza. In fact let’s order 2. Each.
400 pounds? That's not fat. That's chubby. You can do so much better. Just lay back, kick your feet up and let me pack you full while you watch your useless folds keep spreading out over your chair... your couch... your bed... until things start buckling and breaking under you.