olive-oil-boy

[olive-oil-boy]

why do i have 5 bottles of coffee creamer in my fridge?

it’s quite simple actually. i have my “coffee” coffee creamer and my “i’m such a greedy pig oink oink need to be fatter horny chugging” coffee creamer

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Kiss a pretty boy on his stomach and tell him how handsome he looks, splayed beneath you while you straddle him :33

[olive-oil-boy]

What if we watched horror movies and fed each other pizza and doughnuts until we spill out our cute spooky pyjamas and overflow the entire couch 😳👉🏻👈🏻

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okay hear me out, what if you took the “capital” out of capitalism and replaced it with “feed”

[olive-oil-boy]

What makes funnel feeding so erotic? One side is knowing what is being done to you. The thick cream pouring into your awaiting gullet, filling you up gulp by gulp, stretching and growing your belly until it's filled and then overfilled. It's not about hunger or taste or satiation. It's pure decadence and hedonism, an act whose sole purpose is to make you expand and grow. It's pure unbridled devotion to being fattened.

But it's also a relinquishment of control. The cream will not stop flowing. A swallow only permits you the next mouthful. The funnel sets the limit - not you. Once it enters your mouth and the stop is opened, you have lost all autonomy. Your only choice is to swallow and swallow more, down each ounce in succession, watch the funnel unrelentingly empty into you. You may feel the urge to stop, but you can't. It won't let you. You must finish. To be funnel fed is to be forced to eat more, to be bound by your hunger, to be restrained by your gluttony. You must submit to your most decadent desires. You must submit to the funneling.

[olive-oil-boy]

You never thought you’d get this big?

Be serious. After years of not going out, ordering takeout and stuffing your face you really thought you’d stay skinny? Have you deluded yourself so badly that even after eating plate after plate, bowl after bowl it never crossed your mind that you might be gaining some weight? At all?

I mean maybe at some point you asked yourself how much calories were you consuming, but that thought quickly faded once the doorbell rang for your new order.

Now look at you. Genuinely, look at you! Every part of your body if covered in lard. Fat fingers, lard engulfed wrists, no neck and a sea of belly rolls.

Finally getting it? Realization of what you’ve done setting in? Good.

Cause now you’re gonna get even fucking fatter.

[olive-oil-boy]

Guzzle it down greedy boy. Let me fatten you up off my milk. Every drop makes you softer, rounder, larger. Be a good boy for me and drink until you can't take another drop. Then it's time for your snack 😈

[olive-oil-boy]

Give in, I know you want to eat it, I know you want to feel full, I know you like being fat, give in, eat every last bite baby, be the glutton you should be.

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girls should. drink from my breasts and become fat and lazy and addicted to my milk. please?

[olive-oil-boy]

All that relationship weight you gained is a manifestation of our love. Every pound is a memory of our life. It’s the nights in where I cook four favorite food, the lunches out where we rearrange our schedules just to see each other, the empty movie popcorn buckets when you saw your new favorite (and least favorite) movies. All of our experiences together. You’re getting so big because we are so full of love, and I can’t wait to see how big you will become.

[olive-oil-boy]

It's the idea of someone finding the fat on my body so irresistible, so delectable and plush that they cannot help themselves when they see me, they have to grab and shake and jiggle and grope and stuff me even fatter regardless of what I want or say (mostly moaning)

[olive-oil-boy]

i'll keep you stoned all the time. wake and bake, medicated syrup in your pancake feast, tokes in between. a joint while you relax, snacking and getting ready for your lazy day. munching on chips. food ordered in while we tinker around the house. i pour weed butter on your plate (do you notice?). i eat half of mine, you eat all yours then continue snacking. you chug soda due to a strangely dry mouth. you take a bong rip and absentmindedly jiggle your belly while zoning out on the patio. you read a book for a while but struggle to focus. i lick my lips seeing your unfocused gaze while you lick your fingers. dinner right after a joint is a four course meal from a recipe book i got at the library. it had something to do with green infused foods...you're high as fuck, leaned back and rubbing your thighs slowly. thinking contentedly about your stuffed belly and hoping for dessert.

[olive-oil-boy]

goodbye subject-to-changee, hello olive-oil-boy

[olive-oil-boy]

cute, fat, making soup

[olive-oil-boy]

Lines of thought that seem Normal but are actually rooted in extreme puritanism:

-Seeing the nude human body is inherently traumatic -Sex scenes in art are pointless -Wearing kink-related clothing in public is the similar to performing a sex scene in front of unwilling participants -Depicting female characters expressing sexuality is always degrading -People's sexual fantasies are always an endorsement of the behavior they want to see in real life -Sex work is more traumatic and coercive than other types of work The goal is to treat sex as just another thing people do. That is a much healthier attitude than hiding it! It's not uniquely traumatic, it's not weird to talk about it or include it in society.

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i’m 201 pounds now. holy shit.

i know 200lbs doesn’t sound impressive to most feedists, especially with how tall i am, but it's so hard for me to believe i'm here now.

i’ve spent all my life up until this point fat obsessed, but skin-and-bones underweight. i've never had any fat on my body. being able to clearly see my hip bones, my rib cage, and my collarbone is all i've ever known. i remember having 30inch waist pants that felt loose on me.

now after gaining 50 pounds during a year and a half of serious gaining, i'm a few away from an overweight BMI. i'm shooting right past average like it's nothing. my hip bones and ribs are hard to find, and my collarbone is starting to get there. i have a belly that jiggles when i slap it. it gets in the way of things. i can actually grip it and shake it. just having a part of my body that i can grab was once an impossible dream. now i can do it almost everywhere. my moobs are generous handfuls. my thighs rub together. clothes i've worn since middle school are ready to burst.

i hardly recognize myself. my body is changing, softening, swelling. it's an overwhelming sensation, and while i want to take things slower now, all i dream of is more and more.

[olive-oil-boy]

I will always be a sucker for weight gain as a result of happiness and as a form of self love.

Gaining weight because you're living your best life.

Gaining weight because you love how you feel.

Gaining weight because you're being spoiled and loved and cared for.

That's top tier feedism imo.