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Feedism and "laziness"

Many times, I have seen posts in this community explaining how feedism helped them heal from an ED, and those are always beautiful to see. But I haven't seen anything on the relationship between feedism and workaholism yet, and I believe there is also a healing potential in feedism when it comes to that.

Growing up, I was programmed to be a workaholic. Taking a rest in the middle of your duties was not an option; naps were prohibited unless you were sick. Rest itself was almost always labelled "lazy" unless it was also "edifying" and "productive"; sleeping in was a crime (waking up any time later than 9am was an absolute disaster, between 6 and 7 was the best). Someone staying in bed for a whole day on their day off was presented to me as an example of a failure in life: after all, they could be cleaning the whole house! Or running!

This, combined with my "gifted child syndrome", also known as undiagnosed autism, was my absolute undoing leading to burnout. I won't go into detail, but it was pretty bad. It was literally only within the last year of my life that I allowed myself to sleep past 10am (!). Literally for the first time in my life.

A variety of factors helped me to loosen up more, but feedism was a chief of them. Feedism, at its core, is anti-workaholic: you refuse to work more; instead, you eat all the delicious food. You choose what society deems as "laziness": you sleep in, you stay in bed, you eat a large meal and then you take a nap. As you gain weight, your body becomes programmed to be slower, to rest more, to require more self-care.

Of course, that is not to say that I'm never overworked these days; I am (we live in a society, alas); but I have given myself permission to be "lazy" when I have the chance. That is not to say that all I do is lay in bed and scroll my phone (although a subversive fantasy including the loss of thought and intelligence as you gain weight is hot precisely because it undermines the workaholic culture). But I try, as much as I can, not to put pressure on myself when I don't have to. In the past, I would even weigh my interests and hobbies and try to ask myself which one of them will be the most "useful" or "productive"; now, I ask myself what would bring me the most joy. Plus, as I get fatter, I am forced to stop, in a very physical way. Don't rush to the bus stop; will it really be such a disaster if you miss this one? Don't walk up the moving escalator; how many seconds of your life will that really "save" you? Walk slower. Sit down. Wait. Take a breather. Your fatter body is telling you to heal your overworked mind.

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Fattening me up is not enough. I need you to make me dumb, too.

Go slow. As you up my calorie intake, forbid me from reading books and any educational content. It's only a strain on my eyes, after all. I don't need books when I have games and shows.

Weeks will pass, and they will leave me with a bit of pudge around my midsection. Slowly, my thoughts, instead of focusing on information and research, will revolve around the next episode of a show and the next meal I'll eat. I will slowly become a cute chubster - but nothing drastic so far.

But then again, some games and shows can be quite complex, forcing you to solve mysteries and think a lot about the details. I won't need those anymore. You'll add more snacks to my routine and cut the physical activity to minimum; at the same time, you will forbid me from watching shows that are too complicated and games that engage too much. No need for adult content, unless it's reality shows.

I will pack on the pounds. Definitely a fatty now. I will find my concentration slipping, my attention span shortening. You'll stop using complex language when talking to me. After months of this treatment, I'll hear a complicated word somewhere, and I'll blink, trying to remember what it means. I won't be able to. Oh, well. I'll gulp down another burger, watching my favourite cartoon.

That's when the next step will come. I really don't need anything other than Teletubbies, really. Games are too hard, after all, you have to click and do things. I won't like doing things any more, it makes you sweat. Like walking. Walking makes you sweat, and I don't like the smell of sweat. I like the smell of food, though, so you'll allow me to watch some toddler TV as I pack in another tray of cupcakes. I won't be moving much anymore, except to go to the bathroom, but at some point, that will become a thing of the past, too. I will expand in my bed, just as my mind will shrink.

Maybe one day, you will ask me a question. "Do you like your new life?"

"I like food!!" I will say, giggling, crumbs from the cookies I'll be munching on falling on my triple chin.

"You sure do," you'll say, smiling. "Do you regret anything?"

"What's 'regret'?"

"Never you mind, dumb dumb." You'll pat my fat cheek. "Now, finish your snack, I have a pizza ready for you."

"Yes!! Pizza!!" I'll squeal, clapping my chubby hands.

I love pizza. Pizza's the bestest. Bestest than the thingies... burgers. Yes, burgers nice. But pizza bestest. Pizza, and chocolate, and burger, and donut... food. Love food. More. More. More.

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There’s something about packing a belly on a once fit guy or girl.

About taking their athleticism away slowly but surely.

Watching them go from healthy foods to stuffing their face with fast food daily.

Abs being replaced by a soft, jiggly belly. Ass being covered in fat and cellulite.

Boobs and moobs inflating.

The former star athlete getting widened walking to the fridge. Having trouble tying their shoes.

No one could ever believe they were fit before.

That’s the kind of fatty I’m trying to make.

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Good girls double their body weight

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Dunno what it says about me but there’s just something about the dependency as a feedee grows that really turns me on. Being in a place where they can let go and just eat and move as little as possible because they know their every need and desire will be met, until they wouldn’t be able to do the things they used to even if they wanted to. Going from being able to go jogging on a daily basis to struggling to waddle up the stairs to requiring help to get from the dining room to the bed. Completely, utterly reliant on their feeder for everything and loving it. Even pleasure requires a second pair of hands when their doughy, flabby excess covers their crotch and all they can do is whimper and leak until their feeder comes home. Too fat, too heavy to do anything except keep growing.

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Enjoying plus sized elf anime the way it should be done.

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C'mon, concede to your gluttony, piggy, rationalize your weight gain. 500lb isn’t that much. Ordering $40 of fast food every night is normal. Lots of people only fit in sweat pants. 5XL isn’t that big. Struggling to get out of bed is fine. Gaslight yourself, it will work wonders.

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Mint chocolate chip ice cream cone (x)

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I love when someone’s weight finally catches up to them and rounds and plumps their face up. Drastically changing their facial features showcasing that at this point there is no point of return they’re so fat their body is running out of places to store the fat

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Why is it so hot to literally let yourself go and watch the thousands of calories I consume destroy my waistline. 🤤

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I used to be like, "mmmm, kidnap me and fatten me until I'm unrecognizable" as mostly a joke... but bro... I don't think it's a joke AT ALL anymore...

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Having a fat fetish is dangerous. I wish I could control my obsession with the idea of growing fatter. It was fun in the beginning- to fantasize about getting a little chubby. Having a nice, plump belly to rub and play with. My pants getting tighter as my waistline softened up. Gorging myself on food that most people go to hell and back to avoid. I should have left it at that. But no- I just had to make content. I wanted some attention, I wanted people to make comments about my curvy body and healthy appetite. I got too obsessed with over-sharing myself online. I started digging into dangerous behaviors- accepting eating challenges from online feeders and showing off just how much I could cram down my greedy throat. I loved it. Everyone loves watching me get fatter and fatter, ruining my body for their entertainment and pleasure. But it's gone too far. This is the third night this week that I've found myself surrounded by food wrappers, dressed in pathetically tight clothing to emphasize how fat I've become. I'm stuffed to the gills with greasy pizza, covered in marinara sauce, out of breath, my gluttony is on display and all I can think about is how much I regret ending up here... But that won't stop me from doing it all again.

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Need me a new toxic relationship to gain back the weight I had in my previous one 😔 this was peak

Or who knows... maybe just need someone holding my hand and stuffing my face again 👀