#eat mostly fatty stuff

[hauntaku2]

Eat fatty foods and avoid extra salt

[fuckingrecipes]

Do you have any healthy snack suggestions for someone who isn't a huge fan of nuts and dried fruit?

FIRST: A 'Snack' is just a small portion of food. It is a signifier of quantity. 'Snack' does not exclude any type or form of food - it just means a lil' bit of food.

SECOND: "Healthy" is entirely relative to every individual.

'Healthy' is just 'Supportive of a complete nutritional profile, taking into account a person's existing diet, dietary needs, and habits of energy expenditure'

For example:

A small, greasy hamburger is an EXCELLENT snack for a highschool athlete who needs to consume an large amount of calories every day to maintain their body. It has lots of fat and protein for muscle recovery and long-term energy, carbs for immediate energy, and some lettuce/tomato/onion for some extra fiber/vitamins/minerals.

On the flip side, if someone already eats a fair amount of of meat and carbs already but has a lower-energy lifestyle, a healthy snack for them might entail leafy greens, beans/legumes and vegetables, because they need more fiber and nutrients in their diet that plants have in abundance.

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If you are allergic to or hate eating something, then it's not healthy to force yourself to eat it anyway. Find a different food, or a different way to prepare it that doesn't cause physical or psychological distress!

Don't like peanuts, but peanut butter is good? Eat peanut butter instead! Hate the texture of whole tomatoes, but tomato sauce is good? Eat tomato sauce instead!

Don't be afraid to finely mince or blend your ingredients into a sauce or smoothie if you feel you need or want to eat something for the nutrients but hate chewing it.

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I'm a big fan of probiotic stuff in general, like fermented foods (kimchi, pickles, sauerkraut, miso, mustard and yogurts), since a strong bacterial colony in the gut has a positive impact on wellbeing for most folks. More importantly, I love the taste.

Buuuuuuuut~ some people are extra sensitive to compounds that are concentrated in fermented foods. Those people should not eat a lot of fermented foods. It's not healthy for them.

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If you're munching snacks out of boredom when you're not actually hungry, something low-fat but satisfyingly crunchy usually does the trick for me. Something I can keep devouring for the sensory delight, gives some good nutrients, and won't make me feel overly full afterward.

Carrots, bell peppers, mung bean sprouts, apples, pears, jicama, radish, pretzels, sweet onions, green papaya, broccoli, popcorn, cucumber, water chestnut, seaweed crisps, coconut chips, any of those fermented foods I mentioned... hell, coleslaw is mostly cabbage with oil and vinegar - plow through that and have a great time!

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If you want a snack because you're hungry, but you just want to tide yourself over until the next meal, eat something that is high in fat and fiber. Fat & Fiber makes you feel full.

Cheese, Yogurt, Butter. Olive oil. Guacamole. Tinned fish. Cream. Fry up an egg. Olives, Hard-boiled eggs - These are all relatively high in fat.

Beans, Legumes, Oats, Leafy Greens, and most Berries are pretty high in fiber, and can pair up with any of the fatty things.

Hell, a slice of cheese pizza is also fine! Buttered toast is fine! A small portion of roast beef from last night's dinner!

Eat a little bit, wait 20 minutes, and see if you're still hungry after that. A normal stomach takes 20-30 minutes to register feeling satiated. (Some people's stomachs don't really feel the difference of hunger vs satiation. Those people need to be more mindful of the quantities of food they eat - both eating too much, AND eating too little!)

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If you want a snack because salty snacks in particular sound fucking amazing, but other fatty and high-protein foods sound kinda gross, Try chugging a glass of water.

If water doesn't resolve the feeling after giving it a few minutes, try something with salt.

Dehydration and not having enough salt in your body both cause salt cravings. Acute thirst is often mistaken as hunger.

Honestly, you can have a handful of chips. Eating a whole family-sized bag of potato chips in one sitting is probably too much salt & fat for most people, but eating a handful here and there is fine. It's just as morally neutral as eating a carrot.

Eat some rice with soy sauce. Eat some pickled okra, or pickled onions. Eat some miso soup. Drink some soup broth. Have some salt-cured meats.

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So: A Healthy Snack!

Ask yourself: Am I hungry, bored, or thirsty?

Ask yourself: What have I been eating lately, and what has my diet lacked, or had in excess? (Fats, Protein, Carbohydrates, Vitamins/Minerals, Water, Salt)

Ask yourself: Am I trying to provide my body with a complete nutritional profile, including fats and carbs - or am I focusing on an imagined 'purity' of food and assigning moral value to eating what diet culture calls healthy so I can be 'good.' (Aka: Do you think instances of eating candy or fatty food is 'being bad'? Stop that.)

Ask yourself: Am I able to rely on my body's signals for hunger and thirst, or do I need to manually track this?

Sometimes a snack is a small portion of leftovers from yesterday.

Sometimes a snack is carefully sliced, cooked, and arranged on a cute plate.

Sometimes a snack is gnawing through half a head of cabbage doused in vinegar.

Sometimes a snack is a handful of shredded cheese eaten from your own palm so you become both the gentle horse and the stablehand feeding it, and that's all okay

[blissfullyecho]

My Skinny Tips for the Holidays

If you’re in the US, Thanksgiving is this week and next month begins all the holiday parties and events for Christmas, Hanakkuh, Kawanzaa, and all other winter holidays that will include a ton of processed and sugary foods, seasonal coffee’s and fun drinks, and alcohol.

A note for the dieting police out there: Don’t even try it with me.

How I Manage the Holidays + My Body

So generally during November and December, I eat very clean (except for the holidays). I allow myself a Thanksgiving plate with everything (literally everything), dessert, sugary fun drinks/alcohol, and leftovers. This is the same thing I do with Christmas dinner as well. I don’t limit what I eat on the actual holidays, but the other days I do.

How I Eat on Non-Holiday Days

So like I said, I eat very clean in Nov and Dec because I know it’s going to get crazy on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. So I stick to eating mostly vegetables, soup, and lean protein. I actually stop drinking smoothies this time because I’d rather eat my protein than drink it so I’m not feeling hungry so soon. I get hungry faster when I drink a smoothie than I do with actually eating, so I eat more (just sticking with veggies, soup, and lots of lean protein). I do cut back heavily on bread, rice, and pasta; but my main source of carbs comes from fruit, sweet potatoes, and corn (corn is carb-heavy). I also cut OUT added sugars. I read the label on everything. 0g of added sugar is what I get. Like I said, I still indulge on whatever I want during the actual holiday meal which are things loaded in sugar, so I cut back for the month. And for everyone saying “it’s restricting” … babe, respectfully, shut up. Cutting out added sugar that does nothing for you except make you crash, bloated, ruin your gut lining, decrease collagen production, can increase your A1C (diabetes risk), and turns straight to fat is not restricting. You’re gonna have that stuff on the holidays— you can cut it out for 3 weeks, I promise.

Managing Holiday Office Parties & Community Events

I still enjoy the office potlucks and other mini events because I usually reach for the protein options instead or the veggie options. I’ll have the turkey, the ham, the deviled eggs (deviled eggs hate to see me coming), the cranberry chicken salad, etc. I still enjoy myself, I’ll just not have the pumpkin pie, the Mac and cheese, the stuffing, etc. because I’m saving that for my actual Thanksgiving/Christmas meal. Also… I do not trust other people cooking for me unless I’m there watching things happen. I don’t know what goes on at your house lol.

… But what if Paula from HR brought in her world famous (insert sugary, fatty, super processed, but super yummy food here)?

I’m most definitely going to have something if it’s something I can’t get anywhere else. If there is something that I know looks good (or is actually good) and I’m not gonna have it at my Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, then I’ll have some. I don’t say no because it’s not part of my “diet”. There’s this girl I used to work with and she would bring in these cheesy, turkey, apple, and cranberry sliders. They were SO GOOD. I would have 1 slider and then load up on the celery and other veggies or fruit.

Alcohol

I’m not drinking alcohol unless it’s Thanksgiving, Christmas, or NYE. That’s just a no go for me. When I drink, I like to drink socially. But there’s 3 days for the rest of the year where I’m going to be drinking all night, so I don’t have any alcohol unless it’s the day of the holiday.

Bring in a healthy side option

For my office potluck, I’m making a fruit bowl, a veggie plate, and a large charcuterie board. My work bestie and I will prob be the only ones picking off of the veggie plate, but at least we do have options to load up on in case Paula from HR brings in that delicious yummy option and we want a full plate of food like everyone else.

If I’m going to have it on Thanksgiving or Christmas, I’m not going to have it anywhere else (unless it’s protein)

I will skip the sweet potato casserole and the macaroni and cheese because I’m going to have it on my Thanksgiving and Christmas. Again, I don’t care for home cooking unless I was there watching you cook for me (or if you’re a cute old lady or a grandma, I trust them so much). But the point is, I’m not going to have 8 Thanksgiving dinners this month. I’ll have one with my family and that’s it. I’m not even doing a Friendsgiving this year (but that’s only because we’re all traveling or working). But the main reason we gain weight during the holidays isn’t because we have a treat or two, it’s because we are having a Thanksgiving or Christmas meal every 2 seconds.

What’s on my Thanksgiving/Christmas plate?

I eat whatever I want, but I’ll only have a plate and a slice of dessert. I don’t get seconds or thirds. I’m a one plate girly and that’s it but I load my plate with everything and I give myself solid amounts. I don’t put tiny scoops of anything on my plate. I’d rather have food on my plate that I can’t finish rather than me cleaning my plate because I didn’t put enough of anything on there and still feeling hungry and restricted. I want to enjoy myself with my family. Thanksgiving and Christmas isn’t the time to feel restricted. For dessert, I’ll have a slice of a dessert. This year I’m being told we’re having pumpkin pie and Dutch apple pie, which are both my favorites. So I’m going to have HALF a slice of pumpkin pie and HALF a slice of the apple pie and it’ll equal to one full slice. With alcohol, I’m always drinking water. I actually drink water with my meal and drink alcohol around the meal. I personally like to stick to red wine.

How do I handle leftovers?

My family likes to give the kids (which would be me, my sibling, and our cousins) the leftovers so we can take it home. I try to take most of the protein, green bean casserole (my all-time fav omg), and deviled eggs (my grandmother makes the best, it’s impossible to beat her tbh) whereas my sibling and our cousins like to take the macaroni, garlic mash, stuffing, sweet potato casserole, and the other foods.

Exercise

I’m exercising everyday. Even on Thanksgiving and Christmas I’m exercising. I have my own routine but on Thanksgiving and Christmas, I’ll also be doing a hot (plump) girl walk after my meals to help my food digest. But even on my rest days, I’m doing active recovery.

The whole month isn’t a holiday.

I think you just have to manage the holidays by reminding yourself that’s it’s not Christmas or Thanksgiving everyday. You don’t need a full Christmas or Thanksgiving plate each day. Still enjoy the fun Starbucks drinks or Kelly from the marketing department’s apple pie, but order the tall Starbucks and not the grande or venti. Have a slice of the pie and not 1/3 of the pie. Don’t eat the candy on the table that you don’t really care for but it’s within reach so you eat it anyway. Save that for something you actually do like.

…And for anyone who is going to rage type a weird message saying I’m promoting anything unhealthy, please save yourself the time.

Happy Holidays! 🤍

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[kedreeva]

Every day, Bug gets a bowl of fresh foods, alongside the dry chow and whole grain mixes she has free access to during waking hours. Her bowls contents often include fruits like blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, apples, oranges, bananas, tomatoes, various melons, and pomegranates, and we try new fruits when we can. The bowls also contain veggies like chopped eggplant, sweet potato, pumpkin, squashes, peas, cucumber, chickpeas, frozen or fresh corn, carrots, celery, and occasionally cooked regular potato. There's also other stuff- cooked pasta or rice, raw shrimp or fish, canned tuna, cooked poultry or venison, scrambled or hard boiled eggs, cooked beans, and sometimes leftover "people" food she can have in small quantity, like a veggie straw or a cracker or something. She does get bird treats, too, but they're fatty so that's limited.

She doesn't eat everything every day (sometimes she does sometimes she doesn't), so whatever she doesn't eat goes to the other birds in the evening when I close them up. She sometimes gets a few bites of our dinner if it's bird-safe, and we do a lot of bird safe cooking so we don't waste leftovers much. We'll also, weather permitting, go outside for a little bit and forage for grass and whatever else she wants to eat (leaves, bugs, flowers etc). (Which is where I'm writing this from because I'm bored as hell outside in the cold right now but she's loving it)

With all of that open to her daily, she still chooses to eat mostly her dry chow. My birds have all been on Belstra chow for years now, and they all seem to genuinely enjoy eating it, compared to some of the others I've tried that felt more like they would eat it if they HAD to, but they didn't enjoy the process. I'm glad to see that it compares even when there are other, seemingly more tasty, options. On top of that, my avian vet highly approved of it as well when we were searching around. So if you're keeping fowl and you have the ability to give this brand a try, they've got a bunch of different feeds, and all of them look great. You can usually ask your local mill about ordering, or becoming a retailer if your birds like it. If nothing else, as far as I've been able to tell, it gets you out from under Purina's crappy boot.

[bonefall]

are amphibians like newts and frogs considered aquatic? i know crustaceans & mollusks would be

Yes they are! Generally, the more time it spends on land, the closer it will be to 5 calories than 4. The estimate was actually based on frogs and tadpoles, I had to make an educated guess.

My best source was a feeding chart from a reptile food website which sells whole small prey for consumption by snakes. It perfectly lists out the values of dozens of small animals, but no fish. So I took a note of the 4 calorie estimate, observed that an adult frog increases in calories compared to tadpoles (bucking the trend with the others on the list where younger animals are worth more caloric value) and went on to do more research

I couldn't find a source that broke down WHOLE prey caloric value like the chart, so I ended up comparing caloric value between rabbit fillets, chicken fillets, and fish fillets on human-centric nutrition websites. My hypothesis was mostly consistent, even with more species added. Fish (perch, flounder, pike) < Wild Mammal (rabbit, squirrel) < Poultry (chicken, turkey, quail). There was overlap between "classes", certain fish getting over the 100 hump, but generally there was a trend I boiled down into 4/5/6

This is consistent with how a lot of fish meat is actually water. In fact, cats quench a lot of their thirst from the food they eat. I also learned some very interesting stuff about the fat distribution in fish which is going to blow a bit of a hole in some of my Clan culture stuff lmaoooo, but I'll furiously swim across that obliterated bridge when I get there

But funfact! Fish oil is rendered fish fats and it is the form that unsaturated fat takes, whereas lard is what saturated fats become. I need to do more research into this topic to understand what kind of difference it would make in a wild cat's diet.

There was one big bucked trend though: salmonid meat was WAAAAY higher in fat and calories. Like, absurdly high. Like 150 cal trout fillet vs 110 cal of rabbit fillet vs 88 cal of perch fillet.

I do not know why that is. My guess is that maybe it's because they were taking the number from farmed salmonids? Maybe it's because they're particularly fatty fish? Perhaps this is just the raw power of salmon slammin'.

Anyway, at one point I was trying to estimate exact caloric value per popular prey species, but decided I didn't have the "backing" to get so exact with the numbers since I was doing estimates with the fish. I'll do the work if it comes down to it, but for now, 4/5/6 is a quick, easy guideline you can use for just about any WC project.

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

Pairing: John Entwistle/Pete Townshend

Rating: explicit (sorta not too much sexual stuff)

Word count: 1k

Was introduced to the idea of feeder towntwistle but with swapped roles (Pete being the one getting fed) and I couldn't stop thinking ab it so...

John noticed that Pete hadn't been eating much lately, he was too consumed in his most recent project to remember. It made him dissapointed to see Pete so thin and sad looking he had to fix this. Walking up to Pete casually he decided if Pete wouldn't eat on his own then John would make him.

"Have you eaten today?" John asked, staring down at Pete, who was bent over some sheet music.

"Hmmm -" Pete was about to say he was fine, but he was cut off by a loud growl from his stomach. Maybe he was hungrier than he thought.

Seeing the way Pete flushed in embarrassment made John want to laugh. "C'mon, you should have something, I can cook for you"

Pete seemed a little surprised by John's offer, but he accepted, being cramped in his tiny home studio was starting to make him claustrophobic. Letting John help him up off the floor, they went down to the kitchen. Immediately, John started rummaging through Pete's cabinets, trying to figure out what to cook. Pete decided to just sit down and watch. He wanted to comment on how cute John looked, but he kept it to himself.

John made sure to find the biggest pan possible and choose the most calorie dense ingredients. Luckily, Pete had a lot of unused food lying around since he didn't cook much. It was making Pete anxious just how much John was preparing, I mean, he assumed that John was making it mostly for himself, right?

It didn't take long for John to finish preparing and slide his creation into the oven. Pete could practically smell how greasy and fatty whatever John had made was, he was off put but didn't say anything. He could tell that John had put on weight recently, and this was probably why. Not that Pete was unhappy about that. He just wasn't interested in picking up those same eating habits.

John set a timer and then joined Pete at the table. Looking Pete over, John could tell he hadn't washed his hair or changed his clothes in a while. Reaching over John started to comb his fingers through Pete's hair trying to make it look a little nicer.

Pete flinched, John felt a bit guilty for not warning Pete beforehand. "I'm just trying to make you look pretty for dinner," He grinned. Pete tried to keep calm as John ran his hands down his torso, smoothing the wrinkles in Pete's shirt. He could feel the warmth in John's strong hands. Leaning back, John gave Pete a once over. "Looking good," he nodded. Pete couldn't help but blush even if John's behavior was a little odd.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the timer John had set. He set dinner down on the table and scooped a large amount onto Pete's plate. Instead of eating, Pete just poked at it with his fork, trying to make it look like he was interested. He couldn't eat this, but on the other hand, he didn't want to make John feel bad. Also, he was fully aware he hadn't eaten anything for an unhealthy length of time. Unfortunately, John noticed his reluctance.

"Is my cooking not good enough?" He asked, trying to get sympathy from Pete even though he really didn't care what Pete thought.

"No, no! It looks fine...I'm just not very hungry, " Pete shrugged, trying not to meet John's eyes.

John had an idea. He picked up Pete's utensils and cut off a large chunk of his messy food. "Open wide," John asked as he held the fork up to Pete's mouth. Pete struggled to conceal his grossed out expression, John couldn't care less, though.

Hesitantly, Pete parted his lips just enough for John to fit the fork through. Pete was shocked that it wasn't as disgusting as he thought it'd be, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to eat much.

John smiled at Pete's compliance. "Good boy," he always had the overwhelming urge to praise Pete for everything. For some reason, John's words made Pete want more. It made John happy, so maybe it wasn't so bad.

Pete enjoyed the attention and the feeling of a warm meal in his stomach after barely eating for longer than he cared to remember. It was clear that John was loving feeding Pete and watching him eat. 

After finishing his first plate, Pete already felt full, but John seemed so eager to feed him, and he'd made so much food a little bit more couldn't hurt. Without saying a word, John pulled the entire dish in front of them, Pete wasn't aware that John intended on making him eat the whole thing.

Pete only realized just how much he'd been fed when he felt like his pants were about to pop. He could've sworn they'd been too loose just a second ago. Either way, he wasn't interested in stopping. It disturbed him that it felt so good to be stuffed to the point of not wanting to move.

John reached down to press his hand into Pete's swollen belly. He couldn't stop picturing how adorable Pete would look with a little more weight on him. Maybe he'd have to make a habit of cooking for Pete. He moved his hand to squish Pete's expanding waist, Pete groaned and leaned into John's touch. Humiliation made Pete want to pull away, but John's hands just felt so amazing.

"So cute," John muttered, then picked the fork back up.

It was obvious that Pete was starting to get too full to do anything, but John didn't seem to mind he was willing to take care of Pete for the night. John continued to shovel food into Pete's mouth. He couldn't help but stare at how the buttons on Pete's shirt were barely holding together, parts of his pale belly visible through the gaps.

Soon enough, John finished up feeding Pete everything he'd made, Pete seemed slightly relieved at this he didn't think he could fit anymore in his stomach. John placed a kiss on Pete's tummy and squished it tenderly. Pete hiccuped and blushed. He was horribly embarrassed by his current state of helplessness.

John was still able to lift Pete up with ease despite his increased weight. Holding Pete tight, he brought him to his bedroom and laid him down on his back. Once he started to undress Pete, John noticed that he was rock hard. His eyes widened he couldn't just leave Pete like this.

"Awwww," John cooed pawing at Pete's crotch "would you like some help with that?" He made his voice sickly sweet.

Pete didn't have the energy to form words, but he moaned and pushed his erection further into John's hand. Slowly, John undid Pete's pants and slid his underwear off tossing both articles of clothing aside.

John gripped Pete's cock and tugged on it roughly. Pete couldn't help but let out a loud whine. It didn't take long for John to find just the right way to touch Pete, every stroke of his hand had Pete gripping the sheets and whimpering. Pete's panting got louder as John squeezed and pulled harder. It was embarrassing how quickly he came but with how tired he was he couldn't hold back. Hearing Pete moan his name made John so proud, nothing felt better than giving Pete any form of pleasure.

John bent down to kiss Pete's soft belly and sink his teeth into it. He adored the sight of his own marks on Pete's squishy body. The idea of showing off and worshipping Pete's belly made him excited. He'd have to remember to do that. It didn't matter to him that Pete would hate it. To John, Pete was the prettiest boy in the world and deserved more attention.

Feeling too tired to support himself anymore, John slowly lowered his body on top of Pete. At first, Pete seemed nervous, but John's heavy weight felt surprisingly pleasant. Despite not being able to move, Pete was completely comfortable underneath John. It was also comforting to know that however large Pete got John would always be bigger. John just tucked his face into the crook of Pete's neck. He was satisfied to know that Pete was finally getting the food and rest he needed.

[softchubbygirl]

Merry Christmas Everyone!! Enjoy~

Christmas, the time of year everyone lets themself go. Sure everyone stuffs themselves silly on Thanksgiving the month prior, but the December holidays is where the real piggies come out to eat. Maybe I’ve overdone it this year, but you were there, encouraging every bite I took.

Beginning of December was full of preparations!! We’d decorate the house, put up a Christmas tree, and make plans for the big day. My tummy would rumble as you would list the food I would be consuming the day of, asking if I wanted Turkey or Ham and in the end opting for both because nothing was going to waste anyways. Leftovers were just snacks in your eyes. I would list off my favorite treats, mouth watering at the thought of them all spread out in front of me like a big feats and you’d chuckle, reaching for my belly and giving it a tight squeeze.

“You know we have to prepare you for a feast that big,” You’d say, pulling me closer to you and lifting my shirt, your hands making their way to my unstuffed belly, “Why don’t we start preparations now, hm?”

I’ll gasp as you pull me by the tummy to our recliner in the living room. You’ll push me, gently, into it, “For the whole month, you’ll eat all your big meals here, no getting up till I say otherwise~”

And just like that you’d go to the kitchen, pulling out so much food and setting it on the coffee table. I’d be surprised as we ran out of food last night, “When did you go grocery shopping?” I’d ask, as I reached for some snacks you’d placed next to me.

“This morning while you were in a food coma from last nights little stuffing~”

I’d blush at that remark, and start stuffing my face, a proud smile upon your face as I do so, “Such a fatty, look at you! I think we’ll definitely have you prepared.”

The thoughts about being stuffed full on Christmas really fueled my drive to eat, and so I continued. Every snack or food you would hand me I would eat, and you would encourage me by reminding me what I’m preparing for. For the next 23 days, my schedule would consists of eating and sleeping, amongst other necessities, but mostly eating and sleeping on that recliner. Everyday you’d bring me a little more extra food, and Everytime i thought i was at my limits you’d encourage me to keep eating. On days we’d have to go out, you’d carry snacks in the car. Every shop we would pass, I was encouraged to get a little treat. And at the end of those days, it would be back on the recliner for me, eating and gorging on anything you put in front of me. When Christmas Day approached, I wouldn’t have even noticed, I’d wake up excited like I have every other morning and make my way to the recliner. You’d already be up preparing, but today was different and it would click in my head when you came out the kitchen, a Christmas headband on your head, that it was indeed Christmas.

“Look at you!! So well trained already, do remember it’s Christmas, and you have to wear the little outfit we bought earlier this month, remember?” You’d say pulling it from behind your back.

I’d blush, looking at the outfit, and looking back at my belly, there was no way it was going to fit now. With all these days preparing for this big one, my belly almost doubled in size. I would attempt to put it on anyways, and to both our surprises it would fit. Fit is a bit of a stretch, it would be tight, not uncomfortable, but tight enough that we both knew if what we prepared for followed through, it would surely rip.

You’d sit me back down at the recliner, my outfit barely keeping it together as I plop down. You would start off with a big breakfast. You’d bring me eggs, bacon, cream cheese slathered waffles, fried chicken, juice, water, and what looked like a delicious fattening shake, and place it all on the coffee table in front of me. You smile at me, patting my belly as you sat beside me on the recliners arm, “let’s get to work. I know you looove those shakes, but you can’t have it till everything on this table is gone. Got that?”

My belly would rumble and groan at the challenge, and I’d know I could do it. Every piece of that breakfast made it into my plump gut. Every bite would be met with encouraging words. And then the shake, you’d give me a minute to settle before pulling out the funnel. I’d squirm with excitement, knowing just how fattening this shake is, “Please, please I need it.”

You’d chuckle at me, my pleading face and squirming body looking so delicious in itself, “Such a good greedy pig, you’ll finish this all, won’t you?”

I’d nod my head and open my mouth as you bring the funnel closer, and once it’s in, I sink into the recliner. The funnel was set up almost like an IV, and it felt so surreal, I’d imagine it almost like a machine pumping me full of fattening fluids and the thoughts would make me squirm more. You’d bring the shake over and pour it into the funnel, and then I’d get to work. When the thick liquid reaches my lips I’d moan and begin sucking faster. I would’ve learned over the past month to really get a hang of the funnel and it really showed. When I sucked the funnel dry I’d let go and pant. The whole time I would have been sucking down that shake, you’d have gotten two more ready for me, and when I’d notice I would gasp.

“I told you you would eat double today~ I think you can handle it,” you’d say as you gently put the funnel back in my mouth, “Remember you can’t stop eating ‘till I say so~”

You’d begin pouring the other shake, as I’d close my eyes and lean back a little, god I would like such a pig right now. As I’d drink this shake down you’d rub my belly, feeling it swell and swell as the shake made its way into my growing gut, but before I could finish this shake you’d pour the next one. I’d squirm and reach for the valve, not closing it, but knowing full well I might have to.

“You can do this piggy, remember breathe through your nose,” You’d say as you get back to rubbing my belly.

I’d be a moaning groaning mess as I attempt to drink the last shake up, whining and puffing through my nose with every heavy gulp, until I couldn’t anymore and closed the valve, the shake dripping down on my chest and ballooned belly.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” you’d say as you gently wipe my face, “I thought maybe you could get it one go, but that’s all right.”

You’d gently pat the apex of my belly, “You did so well, maybe in a couple minutes you can finish this off, hmm?”

I’d be too out of breath to say anything or even nod, and I’d be so blissed out at how full I was, a moan or two escaping my mouth as I’d imagine just how fat today will make me.

A couple minutes go by and when it looks like I’ve finally caught my breath (barely), you’d look to me and say, “Look at you, a pretty plumpy pig sitting on their thrown, such a fatty, I know you can finish this,” and you’d bring the funnel to my lips. Despite my belly gurgling in protest, I just can’t help but cling to the funnel, awaiting for the thick liquid to fill me up more.

It’d be a struggle, but oh it’d be so good, every gulp was a moan of arousal and pain as it crept into my bloated belly, and when it was finally done, you’d sit there beaming with pride, “Look at you, so greedy and full, all for me, I’m so proud.”

You’d kiss my bloated gut, and reach for the recliner handle, gently pulling it so it stretch out more, I’d moan as my legs lift up and I flatten out into the recliner, my belly sticking straight up, too full to pool to my sides. You’d take a few pictures, sure as hell knowing I’d be too blissed out to remember anything the next day.

“Remember piggy, this is just breakfast.” You’d say, pulling a blanket over me, and letting me rest.

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:3 ehehhee would you guys want a part two? Let me know 🫶 but yeah!! Merry Christmas, and I hope my fellow piggies are well fed today, eating all kinds of foods and sweet treats. Remember to hydrate and rest tonight!! 🫶🎄

And feeders don’t forget to have a big breakfast tomorrow morning as a reward for your feedees being so good today 🫶🎄

[kat-tastrophe]

A fantasy/wg ideas I have about being a feedee that exercises or had exersized.

First I would get really active and work out regularly. Not in the way I do now but strength training mixed in with cardio. And I would need a feeder that is on board with this. I have them meal prep and keep track of goals. After a few month when my body has adjusted to the changes that when we'd start the gaining part. But for that there are multiple options/ideas.

Option 1

I stop working out but my feeder still feeds me as if I am. This means the high calorie high protein meals that would have fuelled a work our and training to lift weights goes to a body that sits down all day and lounges. And see how fast i loose muscle and gain fat from lounging but eating as if I still work out.

Option 2

This one works best for cardio but also works for weight lifting. I have my feeder stop the diet made for working out the first few weeks. This means that the diet that mostly likely was only high protein high calorie health meals turns into normal tasty but fatening meals. And the Feeder starts buying snacks to graze on during the day. Then see how long before the weight piles on as non nutrional and fatty foods are introduced into my life. This one works best if my feeder doesn't tell me we are switching and still gaslights me that we are in the part of just working out. And gaslights me into thinking that I'm not gaining weight and they aren't trying to fatten me up.

Option 3

I got this idea from a fanfic but I take a break for 2 months where I let my feeder stuff me. No work outs just stuffing for 2 months like on their birthday or something. Then after the two months see how it affects the working out and the diet. The feeder would stop regulating and just prepare meals. Do I start snacking more often and loose motivation to continue working out. How does the weight gained in those 2 months affect the work out.

Option 4

I continue to work out, but my feeder stuffs me regularly. Then, the feeders goal is to outback the working out. Like a dirty bulk, but the goal is to get me to stop working out. Seeing as the fat added to my body makes me lose motivation and makes working out harder.

Option 5

I stop working out, and my feeder stuffs me regularly and sees how fast i lose the muscles and gain fat. See how fast they can reverse my progress and plump me up.

Theres a few more of these ideas, but they are pretty much just different variations of these 5.

[snootlestheangel]

Just A Dude!Ghost Monster AU

Side note before this post gets rolling, I love that my post with the highest notes starts with "I don't know who else" and I think that's very reflective of what Tumblr is like XD

Anyways

We're doing it! We are writing a Monster AU featuring Ghost as the only human despite what everyone else thinks! As far as I am concerned, mostly gonna post it here on Tumblr, since I don't really have much right now for it, mostly just little blurbs but if needed for readability, I'll put it on AO3 (under my profile FeelzMaster)

I'm gonna go ahead and give y'all the rundown of what species are featured, kinda what this world's like, the stuffs, ya know? TW: talks of death (just how they can die, relax)

Soap

To be 100% honest, I really wanted to do the whole werewolf!Soap thing cause it's just so perfect for him, but I thought back to a post I made about him being lightning and thought HUH WHAT IF?

So, partially inspired by @tactax-art and their depiction of Soap dealing with fire 'n shit, I have made Soap a unique type of "nymph". Technically, nymph isn't the right word, but neither is elemental, and the true name of these things is so old it's real translation has kinda lost meaning so they stick to describing themselves as "nymphs" or "elementals".

He is a Lightning Nymph, which is rare but that's apparently what happens when you cross an "atmospheric" air nymph (his mum) and a less traditional water nymph (his dad). He's often seeing consuming/messing with things that have electrical charge in order to keep up his own energy (Gaz once had to watch him literally lick an exposed outlet and maintain a straight face). Every time it storms, he's outside somewhere as high as he can get so he can soak up the natural static energy that comes with storms. He can and will shock people for the fun of it.

As for abilities, he's obviously highly conductive, can manipulate electrical energy but it's pretty exhausting so it's more of a life or death thing, he can glow in the dark if he wants to, and he's hyper aware of changes (due to ~energy~). His diet is batteries... Jk, but seriously he does not eat like a human would, he straight up eats things that will help with energy. Like I said earlier, he's licked an exposed outlet like it was an espresso shot. Downside is he can't see for shit in the dark so he's reliant on sensing energies, nightvision, or having one of his buddies that can see in the dark guide him. Can be killed if his brain stem is destroyed, but is also very weakened by the typical stuff (gunshots, stab wounds, severe bodily trauama, etc). but can be severely weakened by being trapped in insulated rooms/wrapped in insulators. If exposed to these things and not able to find a sustainable source of electrical energy, he will die. (rubber, steel, copper are some good insulators)

Gaz

I don't know why but I'm gonna make him a Siren. For some reason Siren!Gaz just melts my heart and I wanna hold him. I don't care if he can lure me to my death with his voice, I wanna hear him sing :'(

He's typically pretty human appearing, it's a natural instinct for Sirens, but when he's tired or distracted (like working out/doing paperwork), you can start to see some very fish-like qualities. Mostly very gorgeous iridescent scales around his ears, eyes, neck, shoulders, knees, top of his feet, and back of his hands.

Can breathe underwater, has the best vision in the dark, eats like a typical person but with more sea food cravings or cravings for fatty foods (like human), when in full Siren form he doesn't have a "mermaid's" tail, it's much more shark-like so he can accelerate really fast. Generally just more shark-like, except his scales are fish-like. His nose, like sharks, is super sensitive to certain changes, so booping his nose always throws him off if it's surprise, but he will also bump his nose into people/things without realizing it to get a better sense of it. Can be killed by things humans can, susceptible to parasites.

Price

Honestly, his has been the hardest but I'm gonna do changeling. I honestly don't know a lot about them, and quite frankly I've already got one homebrewed monster here, so why not another?

He's definitely the one everyone mistakes for being human cause he's so good at keeping up appearances. But there are always times where Price manipulates his appearance/body just enough that it's a little startling for those that believed him to be human to suddenly realize he's very much not.

He's got better eyesight in the dark than a human, but nowhere near close to what Gaz has. He's good at picking up on scents though, as his nose is a bit more attune to sniffing out humans than anything. He's not a bloodsucker, but changelings typically feed on weakened/ill/very old/very young humans, so he's able to tell when something is wrong with someone. Stifles the more violent urges of his species by eating a primarily meat heavy diet with a lot of raw veggies for the crunch. Most susceptible to things with iron or salt (obvi) but can still be fatally wounded by stab wounds/gunshots. Most other stuff won't kill him but it'll certainly hurt and he'll complain the entire time.

Alejandro and Rudy

These two are werewolves and Los Vaqueros is their pack :'). Most Vaqueros are also werewolves, but they do have a variety of other creatures commonly found in North America.

And finally, the whole point of this: we got our boy Ghost as a literal human being. Nothing more, just a dude. A dude with so much fucked up shit happening to him constantly it's just assumed he must be inhuman. NOPE! He's just a dude, a very very unlucky, and probably cursed, dude.

So yeah, that's what I have so far! Working title is "Cheers to the Unknown"

Taglist (if you want added let me know in the replies/reblogs): @tacticaltaxonomist @cthulhusstepmom

[ginger-ly]

Hellllo~

Forgive me if this is too personal of a question but I’m just curious- I know you had to originally lose a bit of weight due to some health stuff. Now that you’re putting weight on again, have you made any significant changes to your diet in order to avoid potential negative side effects?

Asking as a fatty who is trying their best to stay healthy while also consistently growing at a reasonable rate

I’m just going to answer one of these since like 15+ messages were basically the same or a health issue fetishized version

Honestly, I don’t REALLY feel like I owe you guys an answer to this and I’ll admit I’m a little grossed out by just how MANY messages I got about this subject, it makes me feel like a science experiment, no one would feel comfortable saying this kind of stuff to my face it’s so dehumanizing

But I’ll give it to you anyways: Yes, I am making sure to watch what I eat more, I no longer consume any alcohol and I’ve cut back a ton of my weed intake

What I’m mostly doing is staying active, I’m going to the gym multiple times a week, devoting time daily to getting my heart rate up/minor stretches, stuff I ~should~ have been doing before but I was entirely too lost in the weight gain fantasy

[sensei-venus]

Could u write Yasmine in her bully phase, where she bullies chubby and geeky reader to cover up her feelings? She thinks reader is super cute with her sweaters but she also wants to push her head under those big sweaters and suck on her tits.

(Unedited) (Kinda want to make a actual fix around this?)

Yasmine couldn't deny, at least in her mind that she found the chubby geeky girl attractive. That was saying a lot seeing as she hadn’t even seen half the girl's skin outside one of those stupid sweaters. She wondered if the girl had stolen the Moshiwitz kid's whole closet sometimes because that’s all she wears to school. She had only seen the girls legs one time, when she was passing the gym going to one of her other classes. She had on the school-issued PE shorts and one of those stupid sweaters.

She stood to the side of everyone, away from the other kids in the gym as they played some kind of team game.

One's she got an eye full of cleavage when she finally took off that stupid sweater during class. It was just once but that was all it took for her to be addicted to her.

“ Awww if it isn’t miss chub chub nerd, don't eat all our lunch today, save some for the rest of us why don’t you.”

She laughed down the hallway to the lunch room. The chubby girl watched after the blond her as she left the hallway. Her eyes brimmed with tears of frustration, and she pulled at the bottom of her sweater. She just stood in the hallways deciding if she was going to actually go to lunch or not. After a few minutes, she decided to just go to one of the less crowded bathrooms away from the lunch room to hang out in until lunch was over.

Yasmine didn’t like the fact that the girl didn’t make an appearance behind her after the hallway incident a few minutes beforehand. She picked at her lunch and listened to some of the other girls go on about stuff. Mostly just new outfits or things about the boys in class. A few girls talked about a house party they all went to a week before. It was all noise in Yasmine’s ears.

She just wanted to see fatty already.

She liked watching her from afar. It was entertaining to see her during the lunch period.

But no she wasn’t there and it was boring.

A few minutes went by and Yasmine continued to grow more and more bored with every passing second, her patience growing thin. She quickly put on a fake smile as she turned ri the girls saying she needed to run to the bathroom really quick to go pee. She brushed them off when they offered to go with her. She got up and made a beeline out of the cafeteria and into the empty hallway. Her girl was no where to be seen. She thought back for a moment and tried to think of where the girl would go off to.

Her only thought was the bathrooms and since she didn’t go into the cafeteria she must have gone to another set of bathrooms. The most unpopular set of bathrooms where just a few hallways away. Yasmine made quick work of walking through the abandoned hallways and down to the bathrooms.

Walking into the bathrooms it was quiet and seemingly empty. She went through every stall and found nothing until she got to the last one. Old sneakers popped out from underneath the stall, and with one push of the door the stall opened.

Reader held back a yelp as the door to her stall was slammed open.

“Did you really think you could just run away? Like I wasn't going to find you.”

Reader wanted to just disappear as the pretty blond snared down at her. She just wanted to be left alone, she already knew the blond girl hated her. She constantly reminded her of the nasty insults and mean names. Or the occasional trip in the halls. She frowned at the memories.

Her eyes widened when she was pulled up from the spot on the closed toilet seat and made to stand. The blond smirked at her as her eyes looked her up and down. She almost felt like a piece of meat at this point with the way her eyes basically dug into her.

“You know I have always wondered what was going on under those ugly ass sweaters you wear. I want to see those fat tits you have up close and personal for once.” she smirked before grabbing at the bottom of the girl's sweater and yanking it up. Reader gasped as Yasmine pulled her sweater up and over her tits, stuffing the sides under her armpits to keep it from falling.

Yasmine really couldn't help the way her eyes widened as she looks at the girl's tits. They were huge and almost spilled out of her bra, her soft flesh spilled and bulged out of the top. Spilling over the cups. She grinned as str took notice that it cliped from the front, lucky for her. She snapped the metal clip and let the girls breast fall, they hung heavy in the air, her nipples soft and flat.

But not for long.

Yasmin grabbed both of her fat tits and squeezed them together, she even had the nerve to giggle before spitting a fat thing of drool on them. She lapped at both nipples making the girl quietly moan and close her eyes. Yasmine moaned and flicked at one of her nipples before she sucked it into her mouth. She violently sucked on the now hard bud, she kinda wished that she was lactating so she could call her a real cow. She moaned out around the fat nipple and shook her head violently, pulling the sensitive bud around. She did this for a while before pulling off with a loud pop.

The poor thing was completely raw and poked out. Reader whimpred as Yasmine tanker and pulled at her fat breasts. She jiggles them around in her grip as she spits on them again.

“Fuck! Look how hot these girls are, I should get you some nipple rings- how does that sound? I'll get your nipples pierced and buy you all new bras so I can make you take lots of pictures just for me. For about that, then you can be my real cow~”

She bit her lip as she watched the girl whimper and moan out for her.

Her own little chubby cow to play with her and smothers her with her fat tits.

[sound-of-the-cosmos]

𝕎𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕚𝕡𝕤: #𝟛: 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡-𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Ho o - Long title, I know. But this stuff is important! I love to write whump scenes with long captivity, but I've noticing when reading these things are often overlooked.

Though commonly forgotten, lets go ahead and get into the need to know! Make your pieces both heart-wrenching and scientifically accurate!

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

The max time recorded before death was 2.3 months, but the average is 21 days.

After about 6 hr, most people start to get agitated/grouchy due to lower glucose and hunger.

24-48 hr into a 'fasting period', hunger is a lot more apparent. There can be pains in the stomach, and the body has entered Ketosis (and will begin to start breaking down fatty acid for energy).

72+ hr is around the time when muscles start to be broken down for energy.

Emotional/physiological characteristics: irritable, increasingly depressed, declined concentration, apathetic, hysteric, impaired comprehension and judgement, higher likelihood of self harm, and social isolation and withdrawal.

This can present a little differently in those with eating disorders-- note: please do not use this information to subject yourself for long periods of time.

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Just how long it would take to die isn't really known, but humans can stay awake for 11 days (246 hr), but the max time gone without sleep was 6 months.

Note: please do not try and stay awake for 6 months-- You can survive that long with Chronic sleep deprivation (going days without sleep, then having 1-2 hr rest).

At the 24 hr mark, just about everything is worse. This includes emotional control, memory, decision-making, attention, and hand-eye coordination. At this point the mental ability is similar to that of someone with a 0.10% BAC.

At the 36 hr mark, hormonal spikes are absolutely insane. You lose track of time, there is a major lack of motivation to do anything, and there is a feeling similar to the head-buzzing from dehydration.

46 hr in, jesus christ why are you still awake-- Your body says fuck you and you get small doses of 'microsleep', regardless of what you're doing. Microsleep is known as falling asleep for 1-30 sec, then waking up super disorientated.

72+ hr... please just go to bed or take melatonin or something. Your higher mental processes, like decision making and planning, have been yeeted. Simple conversations are now extremely difficult.

80 hr -- Hallucinations! Say hello to the demons on your ceiling!

𝙳𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Finally, we're on to dehydration. Absolute fun times!

Death takes about 3 days, but if you're lucky, maybe you can suffer 8-10 days! The body needs water more than food (because the body is mostly water).

There is math involved (sadly, I know). TWV = (total water volume); the average adult loses around 2.5 L of water a day. That's quite a bit!

These next points are assuming your character does not drink anything, absorb any moisture, or eat. Note: Once again-- please don't do this. This is for writing-- yes it's real but please take care of yourself).

After 9 hr, you're at about 2% TWV lost. It's common to experience loss of appetite, dry skin, discomfort, thirst, elevated body temp, fatigue, dizziness, 50% loss of performance (athletes), decreased fluid secretion (sweat, tears, urine, etc), and dizziness when standing.

A the 24 hr mark, you've lost around 6% of TWV. At this point, i's common to feel nauseous, sleepy, severe headaches, and a tingling in the limbs.

36 - 72 hrs in, you've lost anywhere from 6-15% TWV. This is the period of time you severely need to get something to drink. There is a lack of urination, severe headaches, dimming of vision, shriveled skin, muscle spasms and seizures, fainting, and delirium.

72+ hr, the TWV is at least 15% gone. This leads to organ failure.

All of these things have some physical and emotional reactions your characters can give. I stress to you that this is all scientific information that you can use in your writing-- please do not use it on yourself.

Anygay, have a wonderful whumping time!

-Sage

[sporco-filth]

Congratulations on finishing another story! Agreed that wife on strike ended in a very cute/wholesome way, while also being complete and total slobs. I could roughly tell when you got interrupted, but even so it was still good. The couple from Wife on Strike and the family from Home Alone would get along great I feel :3

As for the slob city story, there have been a couple worldbuilding questions I could ask :3

So considering that everyone in the city tosses their trash out the window, have there been occasions where those living on lower floors CAN'T because their windows are blocked by trash? If so what happens?

What's the local TV programming like in slob city?

The average gaming sessions are probably long as hell, with a combination of energy drinks, takeout, and not giving a shit about responsibilities. Perhaps once Lee plays his new console, he learns that a 'mere' X hours gaming straight is considered short, and he's pushed to at least pull an all nighter? With his eating/drinking habits getting messier and nastier as time goes on :3

Any robots/drones/technology to make the slobby residents' lives easier?

The idea of a cross-over between those stories may have given me an idea... I need to think about it though

Re Slob City:

People who live on the ground floor: Ok usually in that case they just leave the trash in their house (I mean, a good chunk of garbage is just tossed inside for most people, so not every bit of trash is going on the street) but periodically the government just gets like big garbage-ploughs that push the trash elsewhere. I haven't precisely defined the geographic location of the city, but it'd just be pushed out of the city something so it's no longer their responsibility.

TVs have the normal shows/streaming services, but there are a few channels exclusive to Slob City:

Slob City News 24/7: it's been referenced a few times in both stories set in Slob City, but it's just local news. Most of the news is really just ads presented as if they were news (this is actually something that happens on TV and it's sooo dumb), but there are sometimes reports on events in town (I just thought of a dumb joke but I'm saving it for a story), political stuff (e.g. the mayor announcing a new infrastructure thing or a new law) and 'sport' (Slob City recognises extreme eating and video gaming as sports, among other things). They also have a 'morning' show at 3pm which does typical morning show things but with slob aspects to them. I would go into details but I don't watch morning shows because they are drivel (which is exactly why they're perfect for Slob City because they require no use of your brain to watch).

Slob Food Channel: it's mostly tips on how to best reheat food or turn left overs into easy dinners. There's a show dedicated to using a microwave. There's also shows where they do restaurant reviews. Since some slobs like cooking, there are also more normal cooking shows, but they are often designed to show you how to maximise the fattiness or sugariness of your food.

Slob Reality Channel: reality TV shows with slob twists (or just slob contestants). I'm not exactly sure what they'd involve because a lot of the typical ones are about 'improving' things and I mean, no in Slob City is looking to lose weight or renovate their house, but I'm sure I could come up with ideas.

Slob Comedy Channel: this one is mostly just sitcoms and cartoons and stuff made by slobs. It'd be like the slob sitcom I wrote where the characters do normal sitcom stuff but they're slobs.

Slob Kids Channel: full of educational programmes for young slobs and dumb TV shows and cartoons with 0 educational value.

Those'd be the main things I think.

Gaming sessions are typically at least a week. It's really only limited by how much food you can stock near you. The really hardcore games have specifically built set ups where they can reach for food easily without even taking their eyes off the game. Stores stock like tanks of energy drinks so they can just attach a big straw thingy to it and suck whenever they're thirsty. Slob City gamers regularly are the champions in international competitions, to the point that sometimes pro-gamers will go to the city to learn from the masters. Because with all the time they can spend playing per day, they can improve so much faster in a short amount of time.

More casual gamers play to whatever amount of time they like, but I mean, there are times I'll spend a few hours on a game and I didn't have anything else to do I'd probably happily sit there all day, so I think most gamers spend at least a day playing (or at least until they get tired enough they just zonk out and fall asleep)

(also this is a decent plot idea and I may use it... hmmMM! brainwave combining some of these ideas. Will need to think)

And about the robots: I have mentioned deliver people in the story, but I later wondered why anyone would do a job that involves moving and lugging boxes of food around. It might be that that's an entry-level job which people who recently moved to town do, but I was thinking there'd be a lot of delivery drones and stuff. I haven't thought about other robot uses and I'm not sure what else would require robots that isn't normally automated already (e.g. factories). Maybe some people have things that deliver food to their chairs/bed, but those might be a bit rarer because they're complicated and not great at climbing over the mounds of garbage in people's houses. Also slob city has to rely on other places to design them etc so yeah there's also probs a supply/demand issue. One day maybe.

[esmeislewd]

Hey E623 before you read part three you must say out loud the rules, in real life

You must also say it in a high pitched voice

"Bunnies must always follow orders"

"Bunnies must always smile"

"A bunny must never cry infront of anyone"

"A bunny must eat everything given to her, and then must ask for more"

"A chubby bunny is a good bunny"

"A chubby bunny is a happy bunny"

Say it three times over then you many read part 3

As you followed the verbal instructions down the halls, as you get closer to the bunny feeding room. You see a line of mostly fatty bunnies waiting for their turn for food, you stand in line.

You wonder what the bunny feed room looks like…………. Zap!!!!!! You were not smiling…. You force a smile

A plump bunny girl next to you gives you an actually real non forced smile, but her eyes show no signs of life or independent thought,and she says to you in a high pitched tone “awwwwwww you must be a new scared bunny” she pokes your stomach…. “Wow you are much too skinny, don’t worry before you know it you will become a happy chubby good bunny”

You realize that have so many hours of introduction training has left you feeling hungry….. your stomach lets out a growl………

The line moves quickly and as you enter the bunny feeding room. The bunny feeding room looks like a mixture between a factory and a cafeteria buffet. Big machines mass produce ungodly amounts of heavily processed foods that fall onto the plates of bunnies holding their food under a tube…

After getting food, the bunnies go to one of the many tables, seat their plump ass down and start to eat as fast as they can….. afterwards they all say “can I have more” and then they are given permission by the voice in their bunny ear headband to get back in line for more food, she stuff into their already packed stomachs

It is your turn to go to the dispenser, the food plops onto your place, and you are directed to find a place to sit,

You sit down between two fat bunny girls, there is little room for your tinny body as you are squished between the hips of the bigger bunnies around you…..

You are hungry and you eat the extreme about of processed food, you feel so full…… you let out a sign as your bloated belly pushes against your body suit…… however you broke a bunny rule……. You feel a sharp shock in your neck and the voice in the bunny ear headband says “E623. You finished your food but you did not ask for more. Follow the rules and be a good bunny.”

You the say “can I have more?”

You feel another shock…… you were so bloated and full of food you had trouble making your voice high enough……

The voice in your headband says “say it with the proper tone!”

You take a deep painful breath with all your might you force a high pitched voice, “can I have mo uuurrrrppppp re”

The voice in the head band says “yes E623, you can have more, get back in line”

With a painful effort you force your stuffed bloated body up from the seat and you waddle you hear the voice in your head band say “I know it hurts E623, but you plump up to a proper bunny it will get easier….

You get another plate full of food, you sit down…… you try to eat it all but you can’t, you get half way through the plate and you can’t get anymore bites……. ZZZZAAAAAPPPP

You hear from your headband “a good bunny must eat everything give to her…..”

You try to eat more to avoid more zaps, but you fail and the pain of the zap becomes more intense….. the pain of the zap becomes greater Thant he pain of stuffing your belly full of more food…….. you force yourself to eat more….. it takes a while but you finish the plate……… you know you have to ask but you don’t want to……….. you ask “can I have more?”

The voice in your headband says “E623, no more food for you, soon you will be allowed to eat more, but until you grow into a bigger bunny you are permitted to eat more during this meal session…… you are now required to go to your room.

You are relieved that you don’t have to eat more……… but there is a new aspect inside you now, and it is disappointed that you are done eating…..

You painful haul your bloated belly into your room, the door locks you in right after you enter……

You want to crawl into bed……… but the voice in your bunny ear headband says “E623 you must drink your bunny juice before you are permitted to sleep……..”

Then a bottle of pink liquid lands with a thump into the delivery slot in the wall… the voice says “grab the bottle and drink it up as you watch your training video.”

You grab the bottle and open it…. It smelled very sweet, but also like very strong alcohol…… you force it down into your already packed belly…… as you start to drink a video comes onto the screen. It is a group of very fat bunnies saying in unison in a high pitch

"Bunnies must always follow orders"

"Bunnies must always smile"

"A bunny must never cry infront of anyone"

"A bunny must eat everything given to her, and then must ask for more"

"A chubby bunny is a good bunny"

"A chubby bunny is a happy bunny"

As you drink you hear the rules over and over buzzing around in your head…….. as you get more and more drunk the rules get seem to get louder, with every gulp of booze you drink the rules become more imprinted into your mind……… after you finish the bottle you are a very bloated drunk bunny………. You drift off to sleep hearing the rules over and over, sealing it on your brain.

A Loud beeping noise wakes you up…… you did not know how long you were allowed to sleep, you have no idea what time it is……. You feel a shock zaaaapppp and you hear the bunny ear headband voice say to you “just because you just woke up does not mean you don’t have to smile”

You force a smile, it is a little less forced and a little more empty than it was yesterday.

The voice continues “you will report to the bunny feeding room, the. After you will report for bunny job training, you will be trained as a cocktail waitress for the casino”

End of part 3.

I am LOVING where this is going~ I cannot wait for E623 to grow more into her role at the casino and have the training really start to take hold along with that diet. Forcing the bunnies to ask for seconds is such a nice touch and I absolutely love it! Forcing someone to be complicit in their own submission or transformation just does things to my brat brain and it's amazing

whoever is writing these thank you I love this so much it's amazing!!!!

[curvylizzie]

Any advice for people trying to put on weight?

patience, that's a huge one. not everyone can do it at the same time. you can also look up weight gain diets, they can be helpful. eat lots of fatty foods, not necessarily burgers and stuff, but also like avocado, fatty fish, stuff with margarine, soy products such as tofu, but mostly in slightly bigger quantities every so often (you can pace yourself however you want). weight gain shakes are also great, one every week or so will definitely help you gain

so whatchu waiting for fatty? start eating

[jess-le-mess]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 15

(Prompt: Guardian Angel 😇)

[Content notes: fat nonbinary main character; aromantic main character; fat cis woman supporting character; body issues; feedism themes mentioned]

Guardian Angels

I really do like being a therapist. I do. And I think the work is important, especially the kind of work I do. I work with folks who are queer, who are fat, who are neurodivergent, and sometimes all three. It makes me feel like I'm doing something important, pushing back against the world that tries to destroy those of us who live in bodies like ours.

But my god is it exhausting. I'm only one person, and in my personal life I'm not even that good at being that sometimes. I fuck up constantly. I'm neurotic. I'm late for stuff. I can't keep a relationship. And, sometimes, I really just have mixed feelings about my own body and fatness in general.

I've been fat my whole life, and I've been a fat activist since I was a teenager. I got sucked into it when I noticed that my first roommate in university, a fellow Psych major named Tia, had a "You Are Enough" poster with a silhouette of a woman with a body like mine. Tia was chubby too, so I felt comfortable commenting on the poster, asking her about it, and she talked to me about fat activism, hooked me up with some names, and even invited me to a local fat issues book club.

So I got radicalized on that pretty fast. It really helped me see that a lot of the problems I had faced in high-school were not really my fault, but the fault of a shitty society that hates fat people.

I let that energy propel me through my education, and eventually into my work as a therapist. These days I present myself to other fat folks as this pillar of self-confidence, just so self-assured and in love with myself. Which, to a point, is true.

The point of guilt I feel moreso these days is that I really do like my body, and other fat bodies. Like, in a sexual way. It's not that there's any revulsion on my part of anything. I just feel like there's some conflict with my work as a therapist and as an activist and as a person who really just enjoys fat bodies and is attracted to them.

"I don't think it's that weird," Heather, my friend and fellow therapist with whom I share an office, assures me. "I'm attracted to fat girls. Like, shit, my new girlfriend and I, I think I'm, like, a feeder now? Or whatever? She's got me feeding her stuff and seeing her put on weight is driving me a little insane in a good way. So, I mean, like, do you, I think."

"I feel like it's a conflict of interests," I state, staring at the posters on Heather's office wall. Mostly just black-and-white photos of trees. Very calming. "I'm an activist, you know."

Heather shrugs. "So? Wouldn't that make more sense in a way?"

"But I feel like...I just feel like it kind of taints my activism somehow? Like I'm doing the work, but then I'm also doing the work while perving on those I'm trying to help?"

"Okay, but do you do that? Do you look at your clients and think 'Yeah, I'd date her'?"

I shake my head. "No, no, of course not. It's just..."

Heather looks me in the eye. "Cyn, respectfully, like, isn't this kinda fatphobic?"

I narrow my eyes. She smiled a little, knowing her words were having their intended impact on me. How very dare she.

"Like, you want there to be more accessible buildings and for planes to be less bullshitty for us and I love that. But what are fat folks like you or I supposed to do when they go home after marching in the streets all day? Just don our completely sexless potato sacks and non-sexually watch TV until we chastely fall asleep?"

"Well, no..."

"Yeah, I'll bet not. Anyway, I rest my case. It's okay to find fat folks hot, whatever that happens to mean to you at any given time. Like for me? After work, I'm going to help my girlfriend eat twelve or so raspberry-jam filled cupcakes. She's getting to be such a little fatty, and by god do I love it," Heather declared, with a shrug and an unabashed grin.

"I'm not saying you necessarily have to get out there and find a girl to fatten up or whatever. I'm just saying, like, you do all this work for others. Don't forget why you do it, you know? You deserve to have joy in your life; you deserve to delight in your body and the bodies of others, even if that's sexual sometimes."

"Okay, that's all ya get," Heather said, pulling a hand down in front of her face. "Therapist mode off."

Looking into my eyes she continued, "Just as your friend, I care about you, you know? You can't just go around fighting everyone else's battles all the time. Nourish yourself more, Cyn. Ok?"

I nodded.

Heather slapped her knees and began to get out of her chair. Once she was on her feet, she looked at me again and nodded. "Anyways, we'd hug if I wasn't socially awkward and afraid of touch, but just imagine it in your mind. You're a good person, but, like, guardian angels aren't real, ya know? You've got a big heart and you want to help and I get it, but you're not on this planet just for other people. It's okay to be a bit messy and still fight the good fight."

"I guess...yeah..." I respond, wondering how I would even live that out. I'm not like Heather. I don't necessarily dream of having a partner. I'm not that into romance or anything like that, but I am a sexual person I think although I've never been with another person like that.

"Okay, good talk." She clapped my shoulder as she moved toward the door of her office. "But now I gotta get to the bakery and get those cupcakes before the place closes."

I watched her leave, and then went back to my own office.

I sat there for a while in my office chair, just looking at my body and imagining someone desiring it, imagining me desiring someone else.

I'm not going to say it's effortless or that it feels totally okay, but I think about my friend's words.

Guardian angels aren't real, ya know?

It's okay to be a bit messy and still fight the good fight.

Slowly, in this moment of silence, I try to start letting myself believe that.