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i love fat.

i love fat that conforms to the conditions you subject it to, that hangs low when you stand, and spreads indecently around you when seated.

i love how even the most minor movement makes your body sway. how hard it is to quell that momentum once you've gotten it going, and how easy it is to let yourself be led by it.

i love fat in places it "shouldn't" be. an extra roll under your already-suffocating double-chin, excess pockmarking every inch of your thighs, fat that hangs heavy from the hips and sags low.

i love fat that's loud. that slaps your thighs if you try to run. fat that demands to be seen. i love fat when it's worn by an even louder personality. i love unapologetic fat.

anyway, how's your Wednesday?

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God, I don't know why but I'm so drawn to the scenario of becoming an obese NEET after spending most of that persons life as a fit social butterfly

You were so put together in college. You maintained a strict workout routine, graduated at the top of your class, could seemingly make friends with everyone.

So how did you end up 500 lbs and panting red faced from struggling to walk to the kitchen to glut yourself every day?

Some would blame your partner. The truth though is that you let this happen. That life was never sustainable for you. They were just the first to come along and allow your vices to take over.

It all started after your first date, where they reassured you that treating yourself occasionally wouldn't destroy your figure. The more time you spent with them, the more they encouraged you to backslide on your routines, to treat yourself just a little more. When you moved in with them, they even told you it would be alright for you to take some time before you look for a new job, that they'd be happy to support you until the time is right. For someone who had always lived such an strictly structured lifestyle, it was liberating to let yourself relax like this.

You noticed the concern in your old friends eyes every time you got together with them and you were just a little bit flabbier, a little bit softer. When you tried to go jogging together like you always used to do and lagged behind, breathing heavily.

You weren't the person they knew in college anymore, that's the way those looks made you feel. When you cried to your partner about it, they reassured you that it's normal to drift apart from your old friends, that it's nothing to be ashamed of. If they don't respect the person you are now, they aren't worth your time.

Your friends of course, were just worried about how drastically you'd changed in couple years since graduating. They were even more confused when you blocked them and never responded to their messages again.

You didn't need judgemental friends like them, you had your partner. Between their endless enabling, the new free time you had to spend eating and taking up more sedentary hobbies from no longer maintaining those relationships, your weight really started to explode.

When all that weight started impacting your mobility you broke down crying to your partner again. They hugged you long and tightly and told you they loved you no matter what happens, then went out and bought your favorite cake to cheer you up.

At that point something seemed to finally click, and you resigned yourself to the fate of their relentless pampering. You gave up on leaving the house entirely, instead playing games, watching anime, and chatting with new online friends who never knew the old you, only the NEET you'd become.

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I love being into feedism and shamelessly getting second breakfast on a whim because I had a good deal in the app

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Would anyone be interested in sending writing requests for feedist scenarios? It would be fun to hear about some fantasies others in the community have and try my hand at writing any I like

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Can you really call yourself a “spoiled princess” if you don’t need help to stand??

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ohhhhh ohhhhh my godd

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NEET gamer who only watches feedist porn and video chats with other fat NEETs online and has lost all perspective of what an average weight looks like

"Huh, obese? No, that's not right, I'm not even 400 lbs yet probably. Everyone gets a little out of breath when they get out of bed, right?"

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I've been thinking a lot recently about how feedees hijack basic biological functions to maintain health and completely warp them.

Eating beyond fullness to increase capacity and break the mechanism that's supposed to tell you when you've had enough to maintain your health.

Intentionally choosing meals more densely packed with sugars, fats, and calories than anything available in nature to flood your body with even more material to create fat cells with every meal.

Associating food and eating with sexual pleasure that's supposed to serve as a drive to reproduce, creating a feedback loop driving you to instead gorge yourself even more.

Taking advantage of some of the most basic survival mechanisms your body has in order to pack on more and more fat each day that you sink deeper into the feedist lifestyle.

Unlike in nature, a day will never come when burning that fat is essential to your survival. Eventually there's more of it than your body can realistically support and things start breaking down. And with the food you force into it all your body can do is keep packing more fat cells into you while it screams for you to slow down.

By that point, even if you wanted to there's no backing out of it anymore. You hijacked your body's most basic survival functions and turned it into a machine for processing food into fat, I hope you're ready to live with the consequences of that decision.

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Reblog if you're into soft XWG. Wholesome-but-extreme, extreme-but-wholesome. Scalebreaking weights celebrated with praise and caresses. Playful flirtation during gigantic all-day binges. Extreme sizes as an opportunity for tender caretaking. The warmth and intimacy of getting really fucking fat.

Often it seems like the line of division is between option 1, wholesome soft feedism with plump round tummies, and option 2, extreme weight gain and supersizes accompanied by degradation and shaming kinks. Neither of these are "wrong" ways to fantasize (as long as option 2 doesn't involve real life fatphobia), but I'm a fan of option 3.

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When you started indulging in stuffing yourself, you were so principled. You would be responsible about it and maintain your health.

But that's easier said than done, isn't it? Once every couple of weeks quickly becomes every week, then multiple times a week, then every day.

You feel how quickly you're gaining weight, your body growing more doughy with every passing day, but to stop would mean to stop indulging every craving and overfilling your belly day in and day out. To turn off the tap of donations from admirers who send you money to stuff yourself even more.

So you don't. The pace that you keep hitting new milestones in your weight gain keeps accelerating.

More and more stretch marks decorating your body every day. Did your belly always hang this low? You're pretty sure you needed to eat more today to fill it than yesterday but the stuffings are starting to all blur together.

A quarter ton, that sounds like a scary number. But you don't have time to worry about it, right now you have to try the cake from the new bakery down the street.

A veritable blizzard of calories every day, molding your body with more rolls and drooping fat than it can handle. Difficulty walking around your house becomes difficulty pulling yourself out of your bed becomes difficulty even sitting up.

Somewhere deep in the back of your mind you're terrified of what you've done to yourself, but you feel so hungry all of the time now. It consumes you and your admirers are all too ready to keep sending more food your way. So you do all you can think to do, you just keep on eating.

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feeder into body contrast but they're big too so they feed me until I'm so fat I make them look skinny >>>>

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Sometimes I still think about when I was at my best friend's for breakfast once and we got fresh baked Portuguese bread and I just buttered it.. as I usually do. and she was like holy shit that's a concerning amount of butter

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Nerds are hot, bellies are hot, nerds with a belly are the hottest, and you cannot change my mind.

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Outdoorsy feedee who accidentally gets too fat to leave the house without a scooter and lives vicariously through their feeder's nature photography and videos

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300 lbs is just chubby reblog if you agree

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It's really interesting to think about what draws you to your kinks and why they appeal to you.

Like, I've liked fat as long as I can remember. But I think a big part of why I'm into more extreme forms of feedism is about control, and specifically the fantasy of giving up control.

I'm such an overplanner and anxious person day-to-day, and also have always worked jobs that require me to maintain some level of physical fitness. So I fantasize about the prospect of that just... being taken away from me. Let me stop thinking, stop worrying about everything but eating and living a pampered good life.

By the time I might start to have second thoughts I'm already too deep in anyways, too lost in my own hedonism to possibly exert the willpower to turn it around. But is it really all that bad growing bigger and bigger forever?

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being asexual with a fetish is an undeniably funny experience. yes i am very horny. no, not for sex. don't be ridiculous. im horny for eating lots of delicious fresh baked goods