Having this kink is so funny because You will have a crush on someone and think they are soooooo fucking hot and they will stand there and tell you that they are insecure about their body and you will have to do the equivalent of locking your brain in a straitjacket to formulate a response that sounds supportive and socially acceptable when the reality is that you would commit atrocities just to kiss their stomach ONCE. That, if given the opportunity, you would worship them like they were royalty. And you would do this in both a non-kinky way because you love them and think they are beautiful and wish that they could see themself the way you see them but also in the kinky way where it feels like there’s a feral dog inside of you that wants to sink it’s teeth into the softness of them and never let go. You have to stand there and think to yourself “you have no idea the things I would do to you. You have no idea just how desirable you are.” And it’s honestly unbearable !!!!!
the amount of time i have seen disparaging shit about this kink on reddit hurts. there *are* more ethical ways to engage in this kink. just because so-called "normal" people aren't into weight gain and larger bodies, doesn't mean your sexual interests are gross or wrong. we can't turn off the part of our brains that make us into this! people don't seem to understand that the humiliation aspect of the kink doesn't translate into the rest of a feedist relationship, and that most people are fully aware of the health risks and consent to it anyways because it's OUR BODY. your kink is valid. it's not gross. it's sexy, it's beautiful, it deserves to be treated as just another kind of kink.
I want someone to destroy my body, my mind. Rewire my brain to only desire food and humiliation. To be fattened so much, I have nothing to do besides listen and eat like a good piggy~
I need someone to take control of everything . Control my diet, my schedule, my whole life. To control and brainwash me into wanting them. Needing them for everything
Someone to mold me into a mindless, utter slob~
I need to be fattened. Wont you fatten me, piggy please?
(I mean this literally, turn me into your own pig fuck toy~)
please fatten me up! shove food down my throat, but not before watching me stuff myself at the table. watch me eat like a starved hog that finally got access to the trough. and when i finally think im done, leaning back and rubbing my bloated, swollen belly, bring me more.
when i say i cant keep going, restrain me to the chair and stuff me more. listen to me me moan and groan about how full i am, but watch me keep opening my mouth for each new bite. watch how my gut pushes up against the restraints and swallows the binds, see how my belly quivers and listen to it slosh and gurgle from having so much food, calories, slop packed in. and when you decide im done, untie me and watch me waddle my way to bed, cradling my swollen belly wheezing and burping, heavy footsteps creaking against the floor boards, the bed springs struggling under all my gluttony, hedonism, and lard.
How I gained 200lbs in 15 months. Hope provides insight/helps you gain!
I gained most of the weight through breaking my metabolism and constant grazing! I basically retrained my hunger signals to where, when the bloat goes down and I feel slightly less like I’m going to burst, I eat immediately. Eventually my body started to understand that not stuffed = hungry. If I’m bored, snack. If I’m happy, celebrate with food. If I’m sad, comfort food. It doesn’t matter what I’m feeling, I associate it all with food.
Eventually your body will somewhat adjust to the copious amounts of food, so gaining stupid amounts of weight won’t really be all that difficult. That’s when you know it’s time to increase the calorie intake. Drinking melted ice cream or cake mix and milk really helps too. It’s stretched out my stomach to the point where it would be impossible to loose the weight. And I just treat it like an extra fattening milkshake.
The process of being constantly stuffed to maximum capacity always has me feeling all hot and bothered, leading me to eat for food. And that eat/sleep cycle leaves me too bloated and swollen to really do much about being all worked up, therefore leading me to keep eating.
And good old smoking the devil’s lettuce helps too. It can take you from stuffed to bursting to ravenous in a matter of minutes. That’s probably responsible for a good portion of the weight on me.
From a sex-positive, social work perspective, the fat liberation movement asking the feedist community to reject an integral part of their sexual identity for the sake of acceptance seems antithetical to the values of liberation as a whole. It only serves to further perpetuate heteronormative social constructs and stigma in an attempt to silence that identity.
Fat liberation must be wholly sex positive to truly be considered liberation at all.
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here are the resources I used for my paper connecting feedism and fat liberation under a sex positive framework. please feel free to add on if there are additional sources you’d like included! This is NOT an exhaustive list by any means.
trigger warning: not all of these sources are nice about feedists or fat people. most of them are at baseline neutral to positive, but please read at your own risk.
Feederism: an exploratory study into the stigma of erotic weight gain by Alyshia Bestard (2008)
Feederism: eating, weight gain, and sexual pleasure by K. Charles and M. Palkowski (2015)
What’s fat activism? by Charlotte Cooper (2008) ((this was another thesis for a sociology department so hopefully y’all can find it))
Sex Positive Social Work by Sarah Jane Dodd (2020)
Help me get fat! Feederism as a communal deviance on the internet by A. Prohaska (2013)
Fat liberation: how social workers can incorporate fat activism to promote care and justice by B.L. Sorensen and A. Krings (2023)
Feederism in context: mainstream depictions, psychology, and sociology by K. Charles and M. Palkowski (2015)
Fat and forgotten: the exclusion of fat women in sexual liberation and the implications for sexual public health by S. Barreto (2023)
Fearing the Black Body: the racial origins of fatphobia by Sabrina Strings (2019)