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[applepiekitty]

I love fat.

I love fatness. I love bigness and softness.

I love the rolls and bellies and arms and legs.

I love feeding and eating and growing.

I love the softness and the warmth.

The comfort of being fat, of touching fat.

I love fat.

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There 👏 is 👏 nothing👏 shameful👏 about 👏being/getting👏 fat 👏

now go eat.

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probably one of the hottest videos ever

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You're a usless fucking fat fuck. Nothing but a bag of lard that jerks off about their situation. Everyone around you realises how degenerated you are when you can't stand up on your own and moan in pleasure. So you go online, show your gut, jiggle it maybe and other weirdos come in flodding the comments with praise. It's acually good you're too fat for your own good. It's acually good you struggle with walking, struggle with standing up. Eat more. Edge more. Fuck yourself up more.

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being asexual with an fetish is an undeniably funny experience. yes i am very horny. no, not for sex. don't be ridiculous. im horny for eating lots of delicious fresh baked goods

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i get so wet thinking about a huge guy’s gut jiggling uncontrollably as i ride him..as i slap it and tease him for letting himself get so fucking fat

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What if i want both of them 🫣🐷

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Huge men 🥵

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You were a young, good looking girl. Or so you were told. Your long blonde hair fell gracefully on your bony bony shoulders. Your defined cheekbones gave you a sharp look. Your skinny waist made you quite the catch in the eyes of people around you.

But you weren't happy, were you? The long hair didn't feel right. Neither did the feminine face or the skimpy outfits you wore to show off your tiny body.

So you choose to pursue happiness instead and admitted to yourself that you're not the girl you're pretending to be. You chopped off the hair into a messy mohawk and dyed it bright colors, got piercings and tattoos, traded your tiny dresses and heels for oversized leather jackets, rough jeans and combat boots. It took years but you eventually even got on testosterone. The changes made you ecstatic. You gained muscle mass, your body hair grew and got darker, your voice deepened....

And you became hungry. All the years of denying yourself the pleasure of food in order to fit into a box caught up to you and for the first time you ate freely. After all, you were basically going through a second puberty and that's just how teenage boys get, right?

They chug bear, tear into a steak, devour plates after plates of chicken wings, fries, pizzas, whatever they can get their hand on. You were no different. You ate everything in sight and soon it started catching up to you.

Your small waist blended into your wide hips, giving you a more boxy, manly appearance. Your thickening thighs tore through your old feminine skinny jeans and became the perfect resting place for your softened belly. Your arms got huge and mixed with the muscle mass you still got they gave you almost bear like appearance. You could easily go out without binding because your tits now just looked like moobs.

Nowadays, you as much as catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and can't help but get horny. The body you worked so hard on makes you wet just thinking about it. You made it yourself out of flesh that was unfit for you and you did it one shot and one stuffing at a time.

Tell me boy, doesn't it feel nice? To finally become one of the big men you always admired? Doesn't the low vibrator of your voice in your throat make you excited? Don't you want to get that tummy to jiggle even more?

I know you want this.

So eat up

You were never meant to be a small girl anyway

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For me, there’s nothing more irresistible than a big man—someone full of softness, strength, and warmth. I’m drawn to men with large, voluminous bodies, the kind that feel solid and secure, yet so soft and cuddly. They’re the perfect blend of protection and tenderness. With their big bellies, those strong arms that could wrap around me and make me feel safe, their round cheeks, and that adorable double chin that drives me crazy… it’s like they were made to be adored and desired.

I dream of having my big, one-of-a-kind man, someone I can look at and lose myself in every curve, in every fold that attracts me like a magnet. I imagine what it would feel like to be held in his arms, wrapped up in his warmth, feeling protected by his gentle touch. Feeling his body completely surrounding me, his soft, voluminous belly becoming my favorite place, my perfect refuge.

All I want is to spend my days in his arms, pampering him and caring for him, feeding him each bite he desires and watching as every little piece makes him even more mine. The idea of seeing him grow fuller, watching his body change and become more generous, knowing he does it just for me, fills me with so much joy. That his love and tenderness belong to me alone, and that I am his completely.

It’s a dream come true to think he could be entirely mine, and I entirely his—to find in his arms the perfect mix of strength, warmth, and passion. And as I hug him and pamper him, I imagine running my hands over his soft curves, losing myself in every inch of him, enjoying each detail that makes him unique and special, every part of him that drives me wild and fills me with a longing that only he can spark.

-sugarlittlebunny 💕

(Not my illustrations) illustrations from : @adiposesaleswoman

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"Sorry...hope you don't mind, it's just really hot outside."

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I just wanna watch a fat boy eat and eat, see how happy he is filling his oversized body with more and more food, watch his second chin struggling against his neck every time he opens his mouth to cram more food in, knowing that everything he's eating right now is excess that will make its way straight onto his soft, lavish body. I want to hear his moans of pleasure and delight at how good everything tastes. I want to sit back and drink up his exercise in hedonism, all whilst admiring his corpulent, growing frame. And I want to know that he'll never be able to stop, he'll just keep eating more and more, giving in to his gluttony and hedonism every day, growing fatter and softer for me to admire every day

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Love how the trauma of being raised to live and breathe shame (aka being a fat queer kid raised evangelical who grew up with the moral panic of the war on ob*sity) just made my brain go, “ok bitch we can get through this, we will survive this bullshit! And you know how? BOOM weight gain kink AND humiliation kink.”

Obviously kink is not always rooted in traumatic shit, sometimes stuff makes me horny just because… but fuck the writing was on the walls with this one for me lol.

I just really relish in flipping the script on the shame I lived and breathed by instead flooding myself with pleasure in excess.

I’m a powerful being. I fucking did that.

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worldbuilding in bdsm kink fic is like "here's 17 pages of elaborate biochemical and geopolitical reasons why it's absolutely essential that these specific boys get tied up and whipped" and then worldbuilding in feedism kink fic is like. um 😳 wh. what if 🫣😖🥵 what if the world didn't hate fat people

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Reblog Fat Spell

Your fate is sealed. With each reblog you will grow fatter. There is no reversal. Caution to those who are unsure. DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A SUPERCHUB HOG….well then reblog to cast and never go back.

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Maybe I’m a bit different here. But where’s my feeders who want to nourish their feedees? I’m tired of the same tropes of “I’m going to feed you junk and fast food until you die.”

What about the feeders who want to dote on and fill their feedees with food made with love? If I had a cute fatty, I’d cook all day for them! Making them meals that not only fatten them up, but keep them healthy (well considering). Then lots and lots of cuddles and love in between 🥰.

Why isn’t this a thing?

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Reblog if you can feel yourself becoming a fatter, lazier piggy.