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watching you blow up makes me so horny 😫 get fatter for me, baby?

#text #same

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Morning After

He wakes up with groans, and soft little whimpers, a big stretch and a gurgling belly. He ate a lot last night. He ate... way too much last night.

She wakes to his noises and shuffling, drawn into consciousness by him. Her hand reaches out for him, pausing at the crest of his hip, stroking down to his navel.

He shivers under her touch.

She presses into the soft flesh, gropes the flab that had been taught and full the day before. She'd had no idea he held such an appetite.

He curls back into her, pressing close so her arm can reach further across him.

Her lips press into a soft shoulder, her teeth nip gently where his neck creases to the back.

He melts to her touch, humming to each stroke.

"Last night was..." he starts, unsure of himself.

"Last night was amazing," she murmurs into his skin. She pinches his belly, and asks, "What do you want for breakfast, my love?"

#text #oh my

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I say yes to more bellies peeking out of the bottom of too-small shirts.

#text

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I simply lose it when someone's clothes obscure their size and then there's a bit of a breeze and their shirt lies flat against them and reveals the soft roundness of their belly

And also when someone's belly is large enough that even when their shirt covers their belly, the bottom hem doesn't sit against their hips, so the underside of their belly is concealed but also a little exposed

And when clothes get caught in a fat roll

Or when a tank top or sweater is a little small and the swell of their belly stretches out the ribbing of the fabric

And the way the vertical line of buttons all the way down a dress shirt traces and accentuates the curve of someone's belly

And seeing the outline of a belly through someone's pants or skirt

Big, clothed bellies just have endless potential to make me absolutely melt 🥰

#text #this tho!! #clothed bellies are among the most tantalizing for me #just something about existing in everyday form #*chefs kiss*

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Lots of good reasons to get fat, but one of them is to become better and more comfortable for girls to nap on you

#text #cute #i like to nap 👀

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what if we kissed while feeding each other pastries and rubbing each other’ bellies, and we were girls

#text #cute

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I want to be fed until I can't think straight. Pushed so far past the limits of a ‘reasonable meal’, utterly replete and yet made to keep eating. Spilling out of my undone skirt, one hand still bringing food to my mouth and grinding against the other – the incredible feeling of overstuffed weight turning to unthinking lust as I moan into yet another mouthful. And when I've eaten my last, when you've pushed the final bite of dessert past my lips, my hands can drift to my gut, massaging and kneading while you go down on me; they can play with my fat and easing the places where I feel most full, while I whine beneath your mouth as you discover just how sensitive and stupid all my gluttony has made me.

#text #cute #oh my #welp

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You moan, low and desperate, and a thrill of heat ripples through me. I want to hear it again. I want to make you do it again. I want to put my hand on the lower part of your belly and squeeze so you'll rock forward and moan for me.

You're panting now. It should be me making you breathless, but no, you're just stuffed after more than half the box of donuts. You moan again and I wish for the thousandth time I were in the room. When you're near me, I can almost know how you're feeling, but through the screen I doubt my intuition.

"Doing okay?" I ask.

You nod. "Hurts," you whine.

"I know, baby. I know it hurts."

"But—" You take a breath. "It feels so good. I can't stop."

Fucking electric. I shiver. I'm hot and wet and why the fuck did I have to be away this weekend? You lift another donut to your mouth, and I swear this time you look directly at the camera—not the screen—when you take a bite, just to make eye contact with me.

#text #omg #welp #🤌 #It's the I can't stop for me oooof #yes

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i just want someone to notice my weight gain but in a casual way? like they notice my clothes are more filled out than before, that my waistband is slightly strained from my overindulgences, that even my thighs are a little thicker when i sit down thanks to all the extra snacks. that i lose my breath more easily or that i've gotten lazier, that my tummy is too full, rounded out and a little plumper than normal from a large lunch or two.. and they just give my belly a little rub or pat and tease me about how im getting soft and need to watch how much i eat, not knowing how much i secretly love it as i blush and get flustered ///w///

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mm is there anything better than a stuffed, sleepy cutie sitting between your legs, head on your chest, t-shirt rucked up so you can give them a tummy rub from behind

#text #cute #pls

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Endurance Athlete Feedist Daydreams

It’s nearing the end of marathon season and my last big race is coming up this weekend, and I haven’t been able to get this special vision of how a feedist relationship in which one partner is an avid distance runner/endurance athlete might play out. We runners have to eat a lot, and I often have trouble getting in enough calories to maintain my weight, balancing out my energy output with enough input. It’s not been my most grueling training plan, but I consistently run about 80 miles a week, and sometimes the intensity of my workouts can ironically make it a bit harder to work up an appetite. I couldn’t help but wondering what it’d be like to have a fat cutie by my side during this training period, what it might be like in the future.... I envisioned a plush partner who loves to eat and cook, loving baking, experimenting with different macro ratios to optimize for things like pre-workout fueling needs and post-workout recovery--snacking all throughout on these various baked goods, encouraging me when I have trouble eating because of the toll intense training can take on the stomach/digestive system (not to mention the exhaustion). Eating my leftovers is just a bonus, of course. Coming back from a long run on the weekend to a shower shake on the counter and a kiss on the cheek as they’re making the fixing for chimichangas--unquestionably a true breakfast of champions (a shower shake is a post-run shake you can just bring with you and drink in the shower lmao--like a shower beer--needless to say, we runners are weird lol--I mean, we just enjoy running around for hours, no surprise there haha), all the while sipping a shake of their own, because why not? Gotta keep their belly nice and topped off. Don’t mind the bits of tofu scram, breakfast potatoes, and soyrizo they’ve been tasting throughout the morning--that’s just being a proper chef! Gotta taste before you waste. Or something like that. Bringing back burgers, fries, and shakes from that new vegan diner down the street one evening after work, enough for my fill, and a daring amount for my tubby love. I help feed them as they start to slow down, offering them sips of their milkshake in between bites, simultaneously cooling them down and filing them up with an absolutely divine oat- and tahini-based chocolate shake. Rubbing their big, inviting belly, pushing along the sides and upper arch in strategic moves to alleviate errant pressure.  “Good job, baby, you ate so much for me,” I’d say.  After languidly basking in the haze of their hedonistic fullness, they likewise help me, noticing I’ve only eaten half my burger and a few sips of my shake. Knowing I ran 16 miles earlier that morning and that I have a sensitive stomach, one soft-but-sure arm comes around to gently hold me around my ribs, pulling me closer, leaning against their squishy side, their other hand coming to slowly brush gently across my stomach. ”Stomach giving you trouble? You need to finish that darling, let me help you,” they’d tell me. After working through our respective meals, in a sneakily caring plan to get more food into me after an intense week of training, they bring out some Tupperware filled with the pastries and other goods they baked to munch on while catching up on a show that night, ending up eating 3 or 4 or 5 for every one they got in me, but it works for us, for both of our goals, seemingly divergent, but actually at least parallel, harmonious even. Serving one another in this interesting feedist dynamic, where the feedee and feeder live outside of a rigid feedism binary and moreso in a synergistic space of care and affection and heat, realistically adaptable to situational realities, but familiar in many ways beyond those unique personal qualities.  Gosh, I can imagine finishing a race and seeing their cherubic cheeks bunched up in a laughing cheer, holding a sign in one hand and a snack in the other, falling into the soft, plush, pillowy form of an absolute babe, feeling flush and wild and electric with that post-race energy, the crowd still cheering as fellow runners cross the finish line. “I’m so proud of you, darling,” I imagine they’d tell me as I catch my breath, “you made it!” Cheekily, I might look at them mischievously and say, “wanna go help reup my glycogen stores?” And with a brilliant grin they’d reply, absentmindedly rubbing their ever-burgeoning belly in anticipation “of course baby, I’ve been planning this feast for AGES. First we’re going to go to...” I’d lovingly gaze at them as they guide me in my post-race daze back to the car, excited to eat hard after a long 26.2 miles on the road--and ensure my partner more than matches me and then some while we’re at it.... Yeah, I can definitely envision that.😌

#text #this has just been on my mind #among other scenarios within this context #a runner encourager/feeder and a feedee #I think it's actually kind of beautiful in a way #Sometimes mainstream feedism is contextualized in a way that doesn't seem super conducive to realistic relationships #And so I find that realism brought into feedism is just super hot--sweltering #Not in place of anything that already popularly exists--just as an addition to the lovely feedism mosaic of this modern world haha #soft feedism #queer feedism #sapphic feedism #nonbinary feedism #wg text #weight gain text #wg story #weight gain story #gaining weight #feedist text #feedist #wg kink #feedist thoughts #feedist imagines #gluttony #hedonism #plush partner is also some cute feedism alliteration imo

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If your blog started opening in dashboard only but your blog’s not hidden

I noticed that so many blogs were opening up in dashboard only (like “www.tumblr.com/insertblog” instead of “www.insertblog.tumblr.com”), then noticed mine was, as well, however if I checked my url with “/likes” at the end, it’d open up in it’s own page. I then realized my “Custom theme” toggle wasn’t enabled, and when I enabled it, it provided me my original URL and fixed the issue. Thought that might be helpful for folks!

#meta #feedism meta #? #for the fam and such #feedism

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Hngg that point where someone goes from a little chubby to a lot chubby, where maybe they're looking all round and puffy, like their new fat hasn't had a chance to settle in yet, and everywhere you grab is more than a handful now - they've grown enough of a belly you can lift it and watch it bounce and wobble back into place. Where they might start getting all the little signs of what fat is going to look like: definition shaping up under their belly or the barest crease promising the beginnings of a belly hang; chin doubling up when they look down; their added plumpness starting to show up even in their face and hands. 😍

#text #oh my #i just...yes

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consistent recent mood: soft, heavy gf laying atop me, giving strong hugs

#me lovingly caressing her velvety skin as I take in the compression and love ofc #text #soft feedism #queer feedism #pls

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ya'll know how much i love to see people unbutton their pants to make more room for their tummy but man. i like the idea of someone wearing relatively loose sweatpants and having to pull them under their belly,, just the sensation of the waistband against their overfilled tummy feels constricting 😔😔

#text #oh my

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Imagine waking up every morning to your feeder rubbing and massaging your belly, commenting on how much BIGGER you are than yesterday. She goes and grabs you some breakfast, and makes sure you eat all of it. Constantly giving your belly the attention and love it needs, reassuring you on how proud she is of your gain, and how impressed she is by how big you’ve gotten. She tells you she can’t wait until you get even bigger

#text

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imagining being surrounded by a bunch of feedist lesbians

#text #the dream