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*sits this very nicely on my dashboard* there is no ethical feedism without fat liberation.

u do not give fat people enough credit for anything they do. yes im talking to u.

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how would u recommend talking to a partner ab feederism? i have a weird relationship w food and i think some,,,,,,,,,,encouragement, from my partner would help. Any tips on talking ab it without pushing it on them?

if i remember correctly i think i first mentioned it when we played the XXX version of We’re Not Really Strangers together. I just made sure to preface that I had zero expectation for my partner to participate if it was something they found uncomfortable. Being honest about it is the best you can do!

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Stumbled upon someone on Reddit claiming that ѕtuffіոg as a kіոk was an inherently (consensually) forceful, ѕaⅾіѕtіⅽ / ⅿaѕoⅽhіѕtіⅽ activity, as opposed to soft, sensual feeding and I’m not like, angry about it or anything but I have to admit I was caught of guard by this definition because I’ve never thought of it that way! Like, sure, a lot of people are into it in a faux forceful way and that’s awesome and there’s nothing wrong with liking it this way, but I’m a pleasure doⅿ through and through. To me, ѕtuffіոg has always been about giving pleasure. So much pleasure it crosses into debauchery territory, to be more precise.

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Longing to spend my days in comfort with a doting feeder. Overfed and laid back, my full belly stretched and taut as they gently, but firmly push bite after bite passed my lips. They rest a hand on it as it sticks up into the air, weighing me down to wherever they've decided to feed me. They gently massage it as they feed me, working out burps to make room for more. Praising me as I moan in pleasure and fullness. When they've finally fed me as much as I can take, they'll lay with me and take in all they've done to me. They'll nuzzle into me. Taking comfort in the soft, wide expanse they've made of me. I'll hold them close so they can sink into me, losing themselves in how fat they've made me. The bigger I get, the more comfort we'll both have.

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Casual enabling is so hot, like yeah I’m the one giving you the food but I’m not forcing you to eat it but by putting something in front of you to snack on because your hands and mouth are free you’ll always help yourself to it. Ill grab you another drink not because you asked but your first one was getting low and you’ll start drinking the second one as mindlessly as the first.

Anytime we stop at a convenience store or gas station I’ll return with a bag stuffed full of all the snacks you find irresistible and before the car is even started you’re already ripping into the bags to get at all the sweet and savory goodness you crave.

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how it started v how it’s going (+15 lbs, 135-150)

i like this a lot more than i thought i was going to, i’m getting softer all over which is great bc the gf loves to cuddle. i want to get big enough so that im pushed all the way up against her instead of there being a gap of space. here’s to 160.

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my thighs look tiny in this rip. belly is starting to look a little overfed though aha

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I got on the scale for the first time since moving and I’m .2 lbs away from 150 (68 kg). Stuff I’ve noticed so far:

• my stomach is poking out a little instead of being flat

• it’s also softer than it was before

• i can pinch more of it

• pants and underwear are getting tighter

• i’m losing the definition i had around my abs

• no more thigh gap

• my upper arms have gotten a little bigger

• generally squishier

ik it’s defo not a lot but it’s fun to notice the progress

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Go ahead and tease me for getting fat or encourage me to grow fatter. Asks are open and anons are on.

anons, if you're shy.

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feedee boyfriend is just grownup build-a-bear

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listening to people talk abt wanting to lose weight (outside of necessary health reasons) is so weird now. i used to hyper fixate on it and think i needed to lose weight too since it’s what everyone else was prioritizing. i hear it now and breathe a sort of sigh of relief that i don’t have that constant stressor in my life anymore. i don’t have to worry about how much i eat because i want to be softer. i want my belly and thighs to be thicker. i want people to look at me and think im fat, seeing that im gaining weight instead of losing it.

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stuffed asf last night with chips, ice cream, noodles, and sodas <3

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day dreaming about coming home to way too much food and stuffing myself with all of it <3

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i think it would be safe to say that your favorite season is summer. not necessarily the season itself, but the clothes you get to see me in. it’s pretty much the only time i wear shorts outside of the house. when we met a lot of them were baggy on me, but they tend to fit much better nowadays. my thighs never touched when i walked before, but now they brush against each other with every step. i can feel the weight of them bouncing ever so slightly when i walk, and my ass is DEFINITELY bouncing, i know that much. every now and then when we walk together i’ll catch your eyes flirting down to admire how much weight ive put on. over the course of the season you’ll get to watch as i start filling out my pants, seeing me have to shimmy them over my ass each morning in order to make them fit. you’ll be able to tell i’m near bursting out of them because of how taught the fabric has gotten around my thighs. when we drive in the car your hand will find its way to the soft fat of my inner thigh and gives it gentle squeezes. i hope that one day there will be enough to spill through your fingers, if you’d like that. how long would it take to cover the new soft, stretched skin of my thighs with gentle bites and kisses? how many pounds would i need to put on before none of my pants can make it over my ass? i think you’d like being there for that realization. i’d try on a pair or two without success and my face would flush bright red with embarrassment. looking across my shoulder i’d see the wheels turning in your brain and a slight smile creep across your face. when i inevitably meet failure with the last pair, i’ll nervously take your hands and place them on my hips, across where my hip bones used to be and resting them on the soft rolls that sit out from my underwear. “i think we need to go clothes shopping…”

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i went to put on one of my pairs of work pants today that i’ve always needed a belt for and had the realization that i do not, in fact, need the belt anymore. i’m not bulging out of them or anything but it’s still kinda hot shdjdjd

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part of me wants to get a work from home job just so i can spend most of my time sitting. i’d be able to stuff my face all day with no one around to judge me when my belly forces the button and zipper of my pants open and bulges forward. id be able to sit back and catch my breath, then keep eating. at the end of the day id feel exhausted, which i would blame on work, but the thousands of calories sitting in my gut would say otherwise. i’d need a big meal to make me feel better. i’d stuff myself till im left groaning in pain. every night i’d be eased into sleep by a food coma. my body would take all the food i had eaten and find that i didn’t need all that energy, and so i’d get fatter. maybe fatter than i originally planned, but that’ll be okay. the high of being stuffed to the brim with food all the time will have drawn me in too close to give it up by then. maybe i’ll get so fat that it starts to take a little bit of effort to sit up in bed. my thighs will fill out to make my lap big enough to be a soft, cushioned chair. they’ll bulge up against the thick rolls of fat that cover my hips, outlined with light pink stretch marks, giving away just how quickly i’ve gained. not that anyone will notice— it’s a work from home job after all.

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the thought of having a huge gut and being so full it’s difficult to walk plagues me