katabasiseuphoriae

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A women should never feel bad that she put on some weight! Go ahead indulge eat up don't be shy plus I'm into that growing belly of yours anyways and you look like a true goddess with all those curves. I know you're hungry so why stop now?

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I just want a girl who's unabashed about her love for food.

I don't need stuffings and I don't want weight gain shakes.

I need a girl who gets donuts when she wants them. Who isn't afraid to ask for ice cream after dinner. Who eats the whole burrito when it tastes good. Who cleans her plate and asks for more. Who talks about food the way she talks about sex.

Obviously anyone who truly enjoys food is going to over eat every once in a while. And anyone who loves sweets is going to soften up. There's going to be a belly. There's going to be a round face. There's going to be fat. That's just what happens when you don't care about the consequences of your indulgence. The collateral of hedonism.

The changes will happen slowly. Almost inperceptibly if you're not paying attention. The softness will gradually accumulate until you look back on a picture from a month or two ago and notice how that double chin has grown around the jawline. A picture from a year ago and there wasn't a belly. I'll know what happened. I'll know how much you enjoyed everything that went into it. I'll know how much you and I are still enjoying it now.

That's what I want.

. . .

this is an ode to a girl who knows who they are

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you are not alive to lose weight + pay bills 💖

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Sarah adjusted her sweater in the mirror, brushing a hand over the soft curve of her belly with a satisfied smile. The holiday dinner at her parents’ house was hours away, but she had already started her favorite ritual: pregaming. A hearty breakfast of pancakes and bacon had given way to a midmorning snack of leftover pasta, and now, a plate of chocolate chip cookies sat on the counter, just waiting to be devoured.

The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen as Sarah poured herself a mug, leaning on the counter and savoring the anticipation of the evening. Family gatherings were always a mix of warmth and chaos, and food was the unspoken love language. Her mom’s buttery mashed potatoes, her dad’s famous glazed ham, the endless trays of desserts—it was a feast designed to leave no one wanting. But Sarah knew her appetite wouldn’t wait for the official start. She wanted to arrive already feeling full, indulged, and glowing.

By the time she stepped out of the car at her parents’ house, her belly pressed snugly against the waistband of her jeans. Her sweater, a cozy burgundy knit, rode up just slightly as she shifted, and she tugged it down with a grin. She didn’t mind the way her fullness was starting to show; if anything, it made her feel more at home in her skin.

“Sarah, you’re here!” her mom called from the front door, wiping her hands on her apron as Sarah approached.

Inside, the house was already buzzing with activity. Her dad was setting the table while her younger sister, Katie, fussed over a centerpiece of pinecones and candles. The smell of roasting meat mingled with hints of cinnamon and nutmeg, promising a meal that would more than satisfy. Sarah’s stomach rumbled, despite her earlier indulgence, and she laughed to herself. Ready for round two, huh?

Dinner began, as always, with a chorus of clinking glasses and laughter. Sarah loaded her plate generously, letting her mom’s encouragement spur her on. “Don’t be shy, honey. You’ve got to try the stuffing.”

“And the mac and cheese,” her dad chimed in. “You always loved that.”

Sarah didn’t need much convincing. Bite after bite, she let herself savor the flavors, the richness of each dish layering over the fullness she already carried. Her family had always been a little food-centric, and tonight was no exception. They noticed her enthusiasm but only teased her in the gentlest way.

“Careful, Sarah,” Katie joked as Sarah reached for seconds on the mashed potatoes. “You’re gonna have to roll out of here.”

“Oh, leave her alone,” their mom said, waving a dismissive hand. “She’s enjoying herself, and that’s what this is about.”

Sarah smiled, her cheeks warm from more than just the wine. She could feel the waistband of her jeans digging in as she leaned back in her chair, and she subtly unbuttoned them under the table, letting her belly expand freely. She caught Katie’s knowing smirk and shrugged unapologetically.

“Looks like you really enjoyed dinner,” she said, sliding the last leftovers in front of Sarah. “Good. That’s what it’s here for.”

Sarah laughed, resting her hand on her stomach as she picked up her fork. “You know me, Mom. Never one to pass up a good meal.”

“Just like your grandmother,” her dad said fondly. “She used to say the same thing every holiday.”

The table was a picture of post-dinner satisfaction: half-empty wine glasses, crumpled napkins, and serving dishes scraped clean of their contents. Everyone leaned back in their chairs, sighing contentedly, but Sarah felt herself stirring with anticipation as her mom disappeared into the kitchen to fetch even more dessert. The smell of cinnamon and baked apples wafted in a moment later, and her dad clapped his hands together with excitement.

By the time dessert came, Sarah was thoroughly stuffed, her belly rounding out into a firm, contented curve that was impossible to hide. Her mom noticed, of course, and smiled in a way that was more proud than teasing.

“Here we go—the grand finale!” he declared as her mom reappeared, balancing a pie dish in one hand and a tray of cookies in the other.

Sarah’s stomach groaned in protest at the thought of more food, but she ignored it. The fullness she felt wasn’t a deterrent; it was an invitation to push the limits. Her mom placed a thick slice of pie in front of her, the golden crust glistening under a drizzle of caramel sauce, and Sarah’s grin widened.

“Mom, this looks amazing,” she said, already reaching for her fork.

“It’s your favorite,” her mom replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “Apple crumble with extra butter in the crust, just like you like it.”

Katie, sitting across the table, smirked as Sarah took her first bite. “Jeez, Sarah, you’ve been eating like you’re trying to win a contest tonight. You’re gonna explode if you keep going.”

Sarah rolled her eyes but didn’t bother responding. She was too busy savoring the rich, sweet crumble on her tongue. The caramel was warm, the apples perfectly spiced, and the crust buttery enough to melt in her mouth. She let out a soft, contented moan, patting her belly absently as she took another bite.

“Let her enjoy herself,” their dad said, shaking his head at Katie. “It’s the holidays. Besides, you’re one to talk. I saw you sneaking a second helping of the ham.”

“Yeah, but I stopped before I had to undo my pants under the table,” Katie shot back with a pointed glance at Sarah’s unbuttoned waistband.

Sarah grinned shamelessly, lifting her fork in a mock toast. “Not all of us are quitters, Katie.”

Her dad let out a bark of laughter, while her mom reached over to refill Sarah’s wine glass. “That’s my girl,” she said with a wink. “If you’re going to do something, do it all the way.”

Encouraged, Sarah polished off her slice of pie in record time, then glanced over at the tray of cookies. She hesitated for only a moment before reaching for one, ignoring Katie’s exaggerated gasp.

“Are you seriously still going?” Katie teased, shaking her head in disbelief. “Where are you even putting it all?”

Sarah leaned back, letting her hand drift to the firm swell of her belly. It pushed prominently against her sweater now, rounded and tight from the evening’s indulgences. “Right here,” she said with a smirk, giving her stomach a light pat. “I’m building a masterpiece.”

Her dad chuckled, and her mom nodded approvingly, sliding the tray of cookies closer. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Katie threw up her hands in mock surrender. “You’re all enablers.”

“And proud of it,” Sarah quipped, biting into a cookie with gusto. The chocolate melted on her tongue, rich and decadent, and she let out a small sigh of pleasure. She didn’t need the cookie—not in the way one usually needs food—but there was something about the act of taking it, of savoring it without restraint, that thrilled her. It wasn’t about hunger anymore; it was about indulgence, about reveling in the abundance of the moment.

Her mom leaned over and rested a hand on Sarah’s shoulder, her voice soft and affectionate. “You’ve always known how to enjoy yourself, sweetheart. That’s a gift.”

Sarah smiled, warmth blooming in her chest as she took another bite. Her belly stretched taut beneath her sweater, her fullness a constant reminder of the evening’s indulgence, but she didn’t feel embarrassed. She felt powerful, radiant, alive.

Let Katie tease. Let her parents chuckle and cheer her on. This was her moment, and she intended to savor every last bite.

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what's the point of huge thick thighs and a big ass if she doesn't even have fucking tummy you people make me sick

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It's kinda surprising to me how large the feedism community is, obviously it's a tiny minority among the world population and even living in a large city in the wrong country means the closest connections are very far away.

But it's kinda incredible to me that there's so many people who mostly voluntarily choose to stay fat, get fatter, and love their bodies. It's like this whole community is one big rejection to societal norms. No, it's not wrong to love our own bodies, no we don't want to look like the "perfect skinny" bodies media propaganda pushes on us, no we don't have to hide our tummies just because they're not flat, and that it's okay to find fat and obese bodies hot and sexy and desirable.

Obv this isn't to whitewash issues in the community which include bigotry in some parts (racism, transphobia, misogyny), doxxing, scammers, picture theft, among others. But I think that it's a step in the right direction, to help normalize fat in society. To reject the ridicule and jokes fat people have been subject to for years. To help make people more aware of fatphobia. And to start chipping away at fatphobia and replace it with love instead.

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Your dream girl exists and she has big grippy love handles

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I love how feedism basically makes the end of the year an excuse to binge on absolutely everything. Halloween? Spooky baked goods, candy, pumpkin everything. Thanksgiving? Feasts upon feasts and really caloric foods. Christmas? There's eggnog, another feast and even some baked goods. New years eve? A new year's resolution to eat more and get bigger.

So go on, what's stopping you from making the best out of these last few months?

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Very embarrassing to have a gut that big. Without being pregnant there really is no excuse to be that round

Is “I really, really like milkshakes” not a good excuse? What about “my boyfriend feeds me too much”?

How about “I get embarrassed and then I eat my feelings and get horny about it and then I get more embarrassed by what it does to me and I’m in a perpetual cycle of helpless gluttony”?

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*gets too full while eating chinese*

*“takes a break” from eating by eating a pint of ice cream instead*

Feedee math lol

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The thought for today is someone who prides themselves on much they can eat literally biting off more than they can chew. Maybe they’ve decided to order a restaurant’s eating challenge dish without any preparation because “it can’t be THAT hard” or they’ve been bragging about how they can totally polish off X number of plates plus dessert at a buffet or they’re going to an event where they’ll be expected to have a sizable meal, like a fancy dinner with several courses, but they’ve been snacking all day and could have comfortably stopped eating for the day by the time they arrive.

I’m thinking about the moment it dawns on them they’re not even close to finishing their meal and they’re already stuffed to the gills. All the confidence they had in themselves suddenly gone, replaced with worry as they realize their bottomless pit of a stomach does, in fact, have a bottom and it has already been filled up all the way to the top.

But, naturally, they’re too prideful to admit defeat after all the boasting they’ve done. So they keep on forcing themselves to eat, stubbornly ignoring how each bite they swallow makes them feel -and look- more and more like they’re going to explode.

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feedism and gaining is not just a kink to me it’s an act of self love thank u and good night 🩷

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I have to be honest, when people are objectively into plus sized bodies it turns me on, and I’m not sorry.

I don’t want to have sex where we tiptoe around the fact that I’m fat, I actually want my body to be touched on and groped and worshiped during sex and if someone gonna be weird about it, I’m not going to enjoy myself. I want someone to grab and kiss and mark on my belly the way they would any person no matter the size, as for the rest of me. I’m deserving of that type of sex, and to shame people who want to give me that type of sex just kinda feels weird and fatphobic.

The way that people treat any sort of attraction to fat bodies as fetishization and chasing just frustrates me to no end, sometimes people just are attracted to fat people and know how to love on us the way other people are loved up on.

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The ultimate goal of feedee capacity training 🔥

Uuhhmmm that amount of weight in 3 months is incredible 🥵. And it’s only going to accelerate with you stuffing yourself full to bursting at every meal, expanding your capacity and your belly getting more and more angry when it’s not absolutely stuffed. Big rounder and more stretch mark covered in your future

I only stop eating when the food is gone 🙈💕 I can feel my belly getting tighter and more distended the more I stuff, but the part of my brain that tells me when I’m full has been silenced forever 🤤 I’ve finally trained myself to eat like the cow I am

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Taking care of a feedee involves:

- Unbuttoning their jeans for them when they are to stuffed to do it themselves

- Rubbing their full belly until they drift to sleep

- Kissing their stretch marks, fat rolls and specially their overfed tummy to show how much you appreciate their effort (forehead kissies too)

- Bringing them their favorite snacks just to see that happy look on their face

- Hugging/cuddling them from behind and playing with their tummy

- Pulling them into your lap (if possible) and hand feeding them their favorite dessert to show them that they'll never be too big for you

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I'm waking up so bloated from the night before. These nightly stuffings and already taking their impact on me.

I used to be so fit and productive. I'd wake up early and go work out. Now I wake up so late and don't even want to get out of bed.

I wish I had someone to wake me up after a big night of stuffing with a coffee and pastries to start the day. A day of more eating.

Eating more then the day before. I want both of us to be surprised with how much more I'm eating every day. I want to you to be shocked when I eat all the food you planned of the next two days so you have to scramble to get more.