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i'm aware i run a kink blog i just hope it's clear i also enjoy fat stuff for body positive, non-fetish reasons right? i'm paranoid but i hope that's like, clear

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Diabetes & Gaining

or…How to Dance With the Devil and Not Lose a Leg

This is an answer to a question I get asked frequently. I thought it was long overdue I wrote a response.

Diabetes is not the end of gaining. In fact for some, diabetes marks the beginning of their serious weight gain. Many gainers I know have had diabetes for years or even decades and have continued to gain well past 400 or even 500 pounds. These people are not legless cripples; in fact, many are gainers you all know and follow on Tumblr, YouTube, or other sites. They just haven’t told you since talk of diabetes is the third-rail of gaining. (And anyway it’s really nobody’s business but theirs.) I asked a few of these diabetic gainers for help in writing this post.

Diabetes is a manageable disease. Very manageable. Easily manageable. Despite this, most people with diabetes do not manage it…

Keep reading

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Protective/possessive feedism is doing it for me this morning

"Have another treat baby, that plump pretty body needs its fuel! What kind of a monster would I be if I let you go hungry? After all, I've got to take care of what's mine" ;)

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sir thats my emotional support imagining my stomach full of random objects

mdni

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Fat girls with a double chin are like princesses with a crown, they just belong together

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not quite stuffed but getting there 🫣

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it’s okay to be into this.

it’s okay to like fat people. it’s okay to like it when people get fatter. it’s okay to want to get fat or get fatter. it’s okay to like to be fat. it’s okay to be open about what you like.

it’s also okay to have doubts, it’s okay to feel bad. it’s okay to let the pressure society throws at us get to you. it’s okay to not feel ready for certain things. it’s okay to be human.

but never, never force yourself to live an unauthentic life. live your truth, and do the necessary work so that you can experience everything you’ve always wanted to. you owe it to yourself. because it’s okay to be yourself.

life is too short for shame.

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The current shit going on, btw, is proof that the stigma around feedism will inevitably always negatively impact fat people as a whole. There is no way to stigmatize attraction to fat bodies and intentional weight gain without stigmatizing fatness in general, and there is no way to chase out feedists without chasing out vanilla fat people for the crime of being comfortable in their bodies in the process.

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Nothing in feedism looks like any other eating disorder, the only reason to classify it as such is based on a disgust response and the idea that there must be something wrong with someone if they actively want to be fat

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it's awesome to want to be fatter and get off on it btw. it's awesome to be a pervert about it.

people are perverted as hell about muscular and skinny bodies in public and it's barely considered taboo. straight-sized people pursue their body type explicitly to be seen as sexy, get laid, to feel good in their skin. even by means that are considered risky to your health -- weight loss meds like oz*mpic, diets and fasting, steroids, to name just a few -- if it's in the pursuit of normalized "skinniness" it's within bounds regardless of stated intent. all these methods and reasons are casually accepted without question in our society because they fall into a certain mold.

but as soon as you decide for yourself what's sexy and it falls outside a norm, as soon as you choose to proudly gain weight because you enjoy it, the double standard becomes apparent. suddenly, it's taboo.

reactionaries will justify their disgust reaction by any means, pretending to care about your health all of the sudden as if you don't have the agency to make calculated risks like every other person on this planet. it's dehumanizing and polices the bodies of others.

the decision to include feedism within the definition of "disordered eating" is not only ignorant, it's spineless, hypocritical, unfair, and it's rooted in vile prejudices that don't align with the projected message of this site. if staff have any integrity they'll change it back, though I don't believe they will.

forgive me if this is a bit meandering and i've reblogged quite a few posts about this already, but i had to put in my thoughts. gaining and feedism will never be contained by one website or space. as someone who grew up in neglect and isolation being queer in a right-wing household, it may have saved my life to know there were others out there like me and many at that.

oh and let me make sure i say as well -- health is not a determination of someone's worth or morality

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when the gym shirt doesnt fit anymore 🙂‍↕️

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Obviously I get the appeal of the gamer feedee, but you know what I want to see more of? The creative feedee.

"You finished all your snacks but you're not done crafting? I'll bring you more."

"I'll be at work for 8 hours, you just sit and read your book until I get back."

"How's your writing going? I ordered dinner so you don't have to stop."

"You need more art supplies? Let's get some and hit the drive-thru after."

"If you're interested in film, why not watch another? Of course I'll make more popcorn. Extra butter, right?"

"Your hands are covered in paint! Here, I brought you a shake so you can just use a straw."

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I love fat people so much. I love coming on tumblr and seeing so many hot fat people being hedonistic, gluttonous, and enjoying their bodies. Let me just live in this beautiful fat bubble forever 💕

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i think it needs to be said

you are out of control

the amount of food you've been able to pack away has become outrageous

i rarely see you without a treat in your hand or your mouth full

have you even noticed that your clothes barely fit?

your belly is literally hanging out of your shirt. didn't that fit fine two weeks ago?

all day, you're wandering into kitchen or going to the door for another delivery. your steps are getting heavier, the floors creak - the furniture, too. don't think i haven't noticed how those meals keep getting larger, that they're making you bigger as it becomes easier for you to shovel them down in one sitting

i hear the moans and the whimpers you make. the indulgent groans. the satisfied sighs. the little overfull burps that slip out as you keep digging in. how you pat and slap your belly for more room. the panting and huffing, the sounds of struggle your beached form makes as you break from your mindless bingeing to get more food

we used to have leftovers and now it seems like the fridge is empty practically the moment it's restocked. should i mention all the times i've caught you in the middle of the night, lit by its open door in an ill-fitting sleep shirt, another top that i remember once being loose, as you've fondled your exposed stomach with one hand and couldn't stop eating with the other?

i really don't think you've noticed, or maybe you've stopped caring, that your clothes don't fit like they used to. with the way your pants button flew off when you sat down the other night and your gut pushed the zipper down, spilling into your lap. you barely looked embarrassed, more relieved than anything, maybe even a little turned on - and then you just reached over and grabbed more to eat

your gluttony, your hedonism, has clearly taken over. you just keep getting bigger and softer. wider. heavier. your don't even think about it anymore, as your hands wander to your belly and jiggle and play with it absently, finger occasionally drifting up your navel. i've noticed how breathless you become, how you start shifting as if it's not noticeable how worked up you get at the blatant fact you've made yourself so fat

you're obviously hopelessly addicted to what you've done to yourself. what you've become. looking at yourself in the mirror, proud of all your hard work of eating and sleeping and masturbating on repeat. it's impressive, your dedication to be change. to be nearly unrecognizable. fuller. larger.

you can't stop, can you?

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the way fat is so droopy tho. the way it hangs and every shape on your body becomes a bit bottom heavy.

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There's just something so deliciously taboo and dirty about being that massive, slovenly fat, where every movement is a struggle and an effort. Where you're constantly panting and flushed, dripping with sweat, your rolls and folds jiggling and rippling with every tiny motion. Where the simplest things like walking, sitting, even breathing become exhausting chores, and you're trapped in your own blubbery prison.

That level of all-consuming, mind-numbing indulgence, of sacrificing EVERYTHING for the pleasure of stuffing yourself stupid, of watching your body expand and swell with each greedy bite... it's like the ultimate, depraved act of hedonistic selfishness. And that's why it's just SO goddamn hot.

Who doesn't love feeling deliciously sinful and gluttonous every now and then? There's just something so incredibly sexy about indulging in every forbidden craving, watching your body expand and morph, knowing you're crossing lines but unable to stop. It's thrilling!

Don't you want to feel what it's like? ~