#“i noticed you've gained some weight in the past couple of months”

[fredlikesbreakfast]

"I think you're comfort eating because you're scared :(" shut up, i'm regular eating because im regular hungry, a feeling people feel

[fernisfat]

🏃‍♀️💭 🔥

🏃‍♀️ Is there anything you used to do that is harder now that you've gained weight?

A lot of things! The most noticeable is probably like keeping pace with a group if we’re walking somewhere? also stairs are wayyyyyy harder lol

💭 What's your fondest feedist memory?

one time at the bar a guy ordered me a meal and then watched me eat it before insisting i should finish his food as well. this was actually before i knew about feedism and it didn’t go any further than that, but it still makes me blush when i think about how much of a glutton he must have thought i was 🙈

also: a past hookup hand fed me cheesecake and made out with me in his kitchen while he was hosting a party and someone walked in and just patted my tummy before going about their business 😅

🔥 What's your current favorite feedist/weight gain fantasy?

i have two!

1. there’s a specific mutual I really want to go visit and get absolutely stuffed with. i’d love to see him match my weight lol (and tbh i actually plan on visiting him at some point, finances willing)

2. i really just want to make dinner for my main fwb and feed him and rub his belly while he relaxes. he’s had a rough couple months and i want to spoil him 🥺

[omgcatboi]

Damn dude, I've been occasionally checking on your blog for quite a bit now and you've fucking blown up out of nowhere this past month, two months ish. You've gone from fat to extremely fat so quickly.

Your belly is just so incomprehensibly big... Can't imagine how heavy it must be to carry around all day too.

Anyway, keep doing the Lord's work. Can't wait to see your belly in another month.

Thanks !! Haha, I told yall that Thanksgiving was going to actually make me fatter. When I say that, I mean it's almost like fictional rapid weight gain. I haven't stuffed myself much since I ate all the Thanksgiving left overs. ( Yes I ate the entire turkey breast and ham chuck )

My belly is actually pretty heavy now. I think it's starting to strain my back. ( As in I am in considerable back pain ) I've definitely noticed I've become a lot less flexible. If I had one of those belly gurdles pregnant people use it might help take some weight off my back. But there's no way I can muster up the courage to ask any family or friends to help with that. Being disabled but still waiting on disability to approve you is definitely a struggle.

I'd really love to find the scale and weigh myself. I'm probably really close to my current small goal of 350. But I'll probably wait till after Christmas so I can really break the scale.

In a month the only thing that may be recognizable may only be my old stretch marks, more than likely accompanied by many new ones. Who knows, I'm more than likely eating two Christmas dinners considering I'm going to two dif family gatherings AND cooking my own damn ham all to myself again tuboot. Might even toss a couple pies and a Publix cake into the mix 🤤

[usopp-writes]

Your first Valentines Day on the Moby Dick

You'd been outside most of the day, training and being in the crows nest on a look out, so you didn't know how busy the crew had been, though you had noticed a little more activity than usual the entire day. Something was up, you'd noticed that the past few days everyone was rushing about, mumbling about something you couldn't hear. You've also seen people grinning and looking excited, which made you wonder what was up. So far you knew, none of the commanders birhtday was coming up before next month and the big brithday celebration would happen in roughly two weeks, so what was going on?

As you were relieved of your duty, you was tired and hungry. Dinner was getting served and you couldn't wait to have some. Thatch was the best cook you'd ever come across and ever since joining the Whitebeard Pirates a few months back, you had gained more weight, but that was fine. It wans't much and you still looked amazing, even better, as Thatch kept telling you, when you looked at your body after he'd offered some dessert to you.

You stopped death in your tracks, as you entered the hallway and noticed all the decoration around. Fake roses, hearts, cupids and flower petals was all around, with red candles lighting the hallway up. You blinked and rubbed your eyes. How tired were you?

"Hey y/n, on your way to dinner?" Ace asked, as he came up to you, a bright smile on his lips.

"Uhu ... Yeah ... Ace, what's going on?" You nodded to the decoration, as you started to walk again.

"Oh that? Tomorrow's Valentines Day." He said, as if it explained everything.

"I know, but why all this?"

"Oh shoot, that's right. It's your first Valentines Day with us. You're going to be blown away. The day of love is taken very serious here." He'd gotten so used to have you around that he'd forgotten you were still considered a rookie, since you haven't been here a year.

You side eyed him, but didn't comment further on it. Pirates taking Valentines Day seriously? That sounded like a joke, even for this crew.

The next morning you were woken up to your roommates excited voices, as they dressed themselves for the day. You cracked an eye open and noticed they were wearing something that was within the spectrum of red or pink. Seriously? You sat up and stretched, wishing them a good morning, to which they wished you a happy Valentines Day. You gave a half-hearted happy Valentines Day back, as you were still somewhat put off by al of this.

Entering the mess hall, you noticed that they'd changed it too. Near the kitchen, were smaller tables, all for two or three people to sit at and you could already spot some of the couples and throuples here. You were still getting used to the concept of throuples, even though you found it nice. That there was no stigma here about relationships, as long as everyone consented and was happy, no one batched an eye.

"Happy Valentines, y/n. Come sit with us." Ace grabbed your hand and dragged you along to the table, where him, Deuce and Haruta were already seated. It was one of the longer tables, so others could and would join you.

"Happy Valentines Day." You greeted them all, getting one back. Looking at the breakfast, you was baffled how much effort Thatch had put into this. It was completely within the theme of love. Heart-shaped eggs, breads, bread with hearts in them and rose tea. Of course there was still some of the usual breakfast items, the cook didn't want to interrupt people's routines too much.

It was just as good - if not better - than usual and after breakfast, Ace dragged you and Deuce around to participate in various games, getting some affirmative words from Oyaji and lots of affections from brothers and sisters passing you. Lunch was also within the theme of love, but it was the snacks that convinced you that this wasn't a fluke. Thatch and the cooks had worked hard on making chocolate, baking cakes and other sweets, shaped as hearts, roses and letters.

Speaking of letters, you'd gotten quite a lot of sweet love letters, though they weren't anyromantic love letters, just siblings telling you they loved you. Some more personal than others.

Dinner was wonderful, the smaller tables gone, but you noticed that the couples and throuples were no where to be seen and Ace told you that they had a more intimate dinner around the ship.

As the day came to an end, you lied in your bed, staring at the ceiling and listened to your roommates sleeping. While you were exhausted, you couldn't fall asleep just yet. The events of the day, the sheer love that everyone was displayin, had truly been mindblowing. Valentines Day on the Moby Dick wasn't about romance. No, it was about love. Love in all its shape. You never felt this loved before and it was warming.

A smile was on your lips, as you closed your eyes, sleep finally coming over you and took you into the land of dreams, where love was bringing you a nice dream.

[valehirvas]

Hello, just came across your blog. I've been on testosterone for over a year and a half, and I'm considering stopping eventually to preserve my health, even though it's helped my with my dysphoria, and I feel a lot more comfortable with my body as it is now compared to pre-transition. Any advice, since you've gone through something similar according to your bio? From your experience, what changes revert back? Thanks for your time!

Hey! This is going to be long, bear with me.

Great to hear your dysphoria is better and you’re doing well. Honestly, this course has been very good for me personally. For brief background, I always expected to stop HRT after getting permanent changes from it, because the health risks like cancer and heart disease sounded like a bad tradeoff for essentially nothing in the long run, but it did surprise me that I had to stop early due to the health problems HRT was giving me, both mental and physical.

So in total, I’ve been on HRT for four years: I took two years off it in the middle because of the effect on my mental health, and then went back on when I was more stable, switched from gel to injections and stuck to it for another two years before I started losing hair, at which point I made the decision to quit permanently. I’ve now been off for some three years total.

For changes, I was pretty far into masculinization at that point. I had increased hair growth everywhere, although by genetics I was never set to become very hairy. Also by genetics I was doomed to have shitty facial hair growth, so I only ever managed to grow a couple dozen beard hairs under my chin. My voice dropped very low quite fast, and my friends say it’s lower than most men they know, although I’m personally deaf to how it sounds as it’s always just been “my voice” to me. My body fat had completely redistributed, I was thick in the middle and my face was angular, and within my own demographic I was usually read as male. And as said, I was losing hair, particularly from the top of my head, which was most unwelcome to me personally, lol. So I made the decision to stop there.

In terms of mental wellbeing, testosterone always had a shitty effect on my anxiety and paranoia; it masculinized my depression and made it more active instead of passive, leading to anger and anxiety rather than sadness. Other than that I felt very good about myself and overall had a positive experience with T, even though it (combined with binding) caused me various unexplained health issues like trouble swallowing, muscle tension and such, which, like mentioned above, were high on the list of reasons I quit and have to be mentioned as “effects” of the treatment.

Backstory over, so, I quit T.

What happened first was my hair literally just fell off all at once. Yay? This is apparently normal, based on my extensive research on male-pattern baldness prevention online; when you start taking DHT blockers (or cease injecting testosterone into your muscles), the damaged hair on your head just dies off and gets replaced by new, healthy hair. I shed like shit, I’m not going to lie, I had short hair but when I went to take a shower my palms would be covered in hair when I ran them through my head. So I shaved it all off, problem solved(?). Like promised by the Internet, my hair did grow back more healthy, and I was no longer losing any afterwards. At three years in I have a normal head of hair.

Second, my periods came back. Based on my previous experience on stopping T, periods coming back is shit, not because nobody likes them but because your body’s fucked up from the treatment. First time around I had horrible cramps for a couple months - pretty much non-stop through the entire period, debilitating and just awful, way worse than I had in my teens. Second time around no cramping but I literally just bled buckets. I had a large-sized mooncup, but I had to empty it hourly instead of every 8 hours like recommended, and I would still bleed through it. Like there was just so much fucking blood everywhere. I had to leave work for it, it was that bad. So be prepared for your periods to be fucked up afterwards. I was warned repeatedly by gynos that they’ll probably not come back after stopping T, but they always did, and after a couple months they went back to being regular and normal again. Three years after T I have a normal cycle, pretty much the same it was pre-T, with less cramping due to my age compared to when they stopped the first time when I was still pretty young.

Third, my body hair calmed down. I lost the hair on my chest entirely, my neckbeard had slowed down to the point where I don’t bother shaving it more than once in three months or so, my unibrow vanished, and my whiskers grew lighter. My arm hair has gone back to being relatively invisible. My leg hair and thigh hair is still thick, which I like. Brows still thick, which I like.

Fourth, body fat redistribution. You have to lose and gain weight for this to happen, so it may be faster or slower depending on your lifestyle, but essentially your new body fat distributes in a female pattern whereas your old fat burns from the male pattern. My waist is back and my hips are wide. Breasts are way fuller, even though nobody needed that. Face is round. I still retain some angularity to my jaw but essentially back to babyface for me at three years in.

Fifth, voice. My voice is still low range masculine,

but reaching higher pitches is much easier, and my voice overall has softened and regained range in general. Nobody else has picked up on it, but I’ve noticed, especially within the past year, my voice becoming much more versatile and in general higher and more feminine. Obviously, as imaged, this doesn’t affect the average range of my voice, but it is noticeable.

I’ve done plenty of voice training for my safety (sometimes I get questioned in female bathrooms, for example) so this is not just the effects of T alone, but here’s an example of the ease in which I can reach a passable female voice three years off T:

Sixth, TMI and sad, but I no longer have a dick. It’s gone. I’m back to square one in that field. Luckily I don’t suffer penis envy, I just really liked the growth both aesthetically and in terms of it being on my body. I really, really liked it. Safe to say I never had much to begin with, but it was quite significant in comparison to what I have now. Bye, dick. You are dearly missed.

Health-wise, I’m doing much better! I no longer experience issues with swallowing, my muscles are feeling much better especially with regular exercise, and I don’t have unexplainable physical symptoms that leave my doctors shrugging in confusion. My mental health is also excellent, but it’s worth noting this has a lot to do with external factors as well, such as escaping abuse for a major contributing factor. However, it’s also due to active practice in merging together my fractured self in terms of embracing my female reality instead of trying to live as a male in whole. Finding that balance has been a big help in alleviating the dysphoria I dealt with upon quitting T. I feel really good in my skin now, with the permanent changes T has provided me together with my healthier body, so I can safely say this has been a good choice for me overall.

Tl;dr: Post-T Edition

Things that changed for me: body hair lessened, balding stopped and hair grew back, voice became more versatile, physical and mental health improved, beard growth slowed down to fuck all, regained a round face and hourglass figure, boobs filled up, bottom growth went back to 0

Things that didn’t change: normal speaking voice is still deep as shit, leg hair growing strong, brow game bushy, still have whiskers, people keep questioning my presence in female bathrooms and nobody tries to sell me makeup, dysphoria doing good.

Overall: I’m in a good place, yo.