#tw ed encouragement

[sagerobotnik]

Too tired to look at my phone. Too disturbed to be able to stomach plastic surgery ads. I hate that this is a thing doctors offices are allowed to do..?

[tummywrites]

you had the life. happy family, good grades, star of the softball and cheer team, eventually picked for your favorite sorority. every frat bro flirted with you, and every one of your sisters was jealous of you. you were a size 0, no one was skinner than you in your whole house and you knew girls envied you for it, you took joy in watching the fatties you were supposed to consider "sisters" run to the bathroom after dinners at the sorority house, the sounds of their puke hitting the toilet as they tried to purge, desperate for a body as perfect as yours. you meet a hot guy at a frat party one night, and he pours a few too many drinks down your throat and for the first time you're bloated: an unnatural roundness on your otherwise stick thin figure. you notice this and when you get back to your dorm room, drunk and stumbling and just barely able to make it into your bed and grab your vibrator, rutting your hips helplessly into your bed. your belly was so swollen, so full, and you could feel the liquid sloshing around in there, trying to making you sick, but all it did was make you horny.

why?

the next time you felt that feeling, it was at a tailgate and you were there with all your sisters & and their boyfriends, waiting for the game to finish so you could go to the frats and party. you got drunk again and this time you got hungry, so you walked over to the guy's side of the area and grabbed a slice of pizza, trying to avoid eye contact with your sisters nearby who you had overheard complaining about how "fat" they were getting (as they went from 100 to 110 pounds after spending every night partying, not eating all day and drinking all night) you laughed at those girls in your mind as you stood there in your size 0 slip dress, flaunting your body to the girls who fought to look like you. you devoured the first slice of pizza with that on your mind, and couldn't help yourself as you grabbed a second one, and with that, a few bread bites. you eyed the snack tray on the table, with baggies of chips and a cooler full of sugary sodas, but then you saw your Big sister glaring at you from across the room and you glanced down, recoiling in horror (and clenching your legs in arousal) your stomach was rounded out, pulling your dress tight across your belly in an almost obscene way. without a word, you grabbed your bag and stumbled off, embarrassed and drunk and so full, but so turned on for seemingly no reason. why would you be turned on by being so bloated from countless beers and greasy pizza, then being caught by one of the other girls there while you made a pig of yourself?

what sealed your fate was over christmas break, when your high school friends wanted to get together again and have a dinner party. you were still as thin as you had always been, but it lately you did feel a little resistance as you went to tug up your lulu pants which was unusual. your friends from high school, however, were not so lucky. your high school best friend had gained at least 40, maybe 50 pounds--a once skinny girl with a flat chest and stomach, now spilling out of a crop top and skirt, a muffin top cascading over the waistband of a skirt. your other friend, a once sporty guy who hadn't gained a day in his life, now walked in with a shirt that clung uncomfortably to his gut, which brought back that hot feeling in your pussy, your clit throbbing as you saw him, pot belly absolutely obscene to you. everyone brought a dish to welcome you home, and they all insisted you try each dish, then seconds, and thirds of this dish, this that one, and then try this one again--

good thing you had drinks.

by the end of the night, you were so nauseous you were convinced were you going to spew. you had ate so much, potato dishes soaked in heavy cream, the thickest mac n cheese you had seen in your life, cheesecakes, and at least 48 chicken wings, you had lost count after the first two dozen you had shoved down your throat in between cans of beer. you were seeing double, but you saw clearly the face your best friend was making as you chugged down another beer and before you could stop, there was a deafening pop! and the button on your jeans fell to the floor, bouncing off the cabinet and landing square in the center of the kitchen. you were so embarrassed, tears welling to your eyes. in a rush, you screamed for your friends to leave, refusing to listen to them as they tried to reason with you. after you kicked them out, you walked back into the kitchen, still crying and hot with shame, staggering as you try to bend over and grab the button that taunted you from the floor. you held it in your palm, then looked down at your belly, which was rounded out further than it ever had, and obscured your view of your feet as you glanced down, the movement sloshing all the countless cans of beer in you. your crop top couldn't hide the actual belly you were forming now, and you looked up to your reflection in the black tv. fuck. you looked pregnant. you looked at the cheesecake on the counter as you wiped your tears, one hand grabbing and the round gut spilling out of your jeans. you reached out for the tray, and without pausing ate the rest, not even bothering with silverware as you glutted yourself. before you could stop yourself, you had finished the whole cheesecake, then the rest of the mac n cheese, and then stumbled over yourself to grab the last two cans of beer, pouring them into a big cup together, throwing your head back in desperation as you drank both in seconds. you fall over chairs and tables to get over to the couch, belly so distended you let out a whimper whenever its jostled, and pass out there.

ten years later, you're 29 years old and stepping off the scale in front of your fridge. your mark your weight on the fridge, and open up while reaching for the closest bottle of wine. despite your attempts to lose weight, you've gained 15 pounds in the past month. you're 302 pounds, you wear a 4XL and a 24 in jeans, which are barely hanging on. your ass barely fits in the drivers seat of your car and your bed creaks when you lay on it. you've broken your computer chair so you moved a dining chair into your bedroom, but your thighs spilled over the side, so you had to give up the computer. you hadn't talked to most of your friends in years, probably not since new years after that christmas, where you first fell into your gluttony and addiction. you spent the rest of that break stuffing your face to cope with your feelings, and by the time you were supposed to back to school you were 30 pounds heavier and not a single item of clothing fit your growing body. you were 140 pounds, and the moment you stepped out of your car on shaky legs in front of your sorority sisters, you knew it was over. they all began to laugh, heaving and pointing in malice at the inches of overhang you had falling over your skirt, which was only zipped up halfway, covered by a shirt that looked like it was painted on. you dropped out within a few days and spent the days partying, drinking, and stuffing your face at the end of the night, rubbing your pussy until you came. you couldn't resist the feeling food gave you.

[geneticautist]

Big guys brush their teeth

[doublequaterpounder]

Hey yo potentially triggering discussion of EDs in conjunction with feedism

So yeah some posted an anonymous comment on one of my posts asking if feedism is just another form of ED and the answer is complex but short answer is NO

This kink while wonderful and i wouldn’t change it for anything has in the past had a negative impact on my EDs. when i was skinny i was in such a shame spiral with societal desires to be thin but also being really attracted to fatness and deep down wanting to be fat. this period of my life where i was really fit was real bad for my ED and my desire to be fat really affected that. in the long run letting myself get fat and enjoy myself and enjoy food has been a super healing process in recovery from my ED

but here comes the turn side of that. when i started trying to get fat on purpose i think with my previous disposition of body image i got another ED. i don’t think this form of ED has an offical title or even clinically offical but im convinced im not alone in this. when i first plumping up on purpose i became obsessed to an extent where it’d be considered disordered i was weighing myself multiple times a day and being disappointed the number wasn’t going up. i was eating as much as i could making myself super uncomfortable even chugging water so the number on the scale would move up and when i would wake up the next morning with the number being lower i would beat myself up over it a return to the cycle.

this is a super unhealthy way to approach this but cause i was so repressed with my feelings and restricting myself that when i decide to get fat and it wasn’t happening at the speed i wanted it too i got into patterns mirroring that of an ED, idk if this does have a name it’s different to a BED but just obsessive over every details of whatever makes the scale go up.

THIS DOESNT HAVE TO BE THE ONLY WAY TO GAIN WEIGHT OR ENGAGE IN FEEDISM

so for me when i first started in feedism with myself yeah it did amalgamate in the form of an ED but i learnt how to cope and exist in this kink in a healthy way for my lil brain but feedism is not an ED but i do think there needs to be more education and research into feedism induced EDs and there are other ways to gain than stuffing everyday and making yourself uncomfy and beating yourself up over scales and numbers.

currently i’ve been making sure i’ve been eating three (hearty) meals a day snacks making an effort to eat good but not going too overboard. i’ve gotten better about weighing myself and setting realistic expectations with gaining i still have a lil voice in the back of my head that’s disappointed when the number isn’t what i want but it’s a lot less loud

talking about weight gain and feedism outside of horny hours has been extremely healing as well. people don’t say gym goers have an ED but just like most things people can go overboard so there is a way to fatten yourself in good ways

sorry for the long one it’s a bit more serious and stuff but i hope this helps anyone who has struggled with this or is struggling currently and has decided gaining weight isn’t for them because of similar experiences i just wanna let yall know there are ways you can do it and there is another side and it’s pretty fat over here :)

[chanelophelia2]

This user has an ED but supports and encourages recovery🎀

[nausea-nymph]

~♡~♡~TW~♡~♡~

An idea based off someone actually encouraging my purging:

Everyone at the table expected me to eat, they were all staring at me. I didn't feel like eating - though I never really feel like eating - but I forced down most of my plate. My stomach gurgled loudly, making me sit my cutlery down. I held it back as much as possible but soon enough I was excusing myself from the table.

"Are you okay, lovely?" One of the men at the table asks, tilting his head.

"Y-yeah," I hear it again, this time louder. "Sorry-" I mutter as I rush away pushing open the bathroom door but failing to close it properly behind myself. I drop to my knees in front of the white porcelain and begin dry heaving into the toilet. I've been purging for so long it's like my body knows it should be getting rid of everything by now.

I heave again and let out a pained whimper as I clutch my belly, feeling it rumble as I pale with the nausea. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, my stomach burns and keeps tightening.

"Ah, I see now, " The same male voice from before chimes behind me, "How cute." He walks closer but I can't look back, I can't even stop myself from gagging."It's okay beautiful, " He gets on his knees behind me, gently bunching my hair in his hand. "Just relax." His other hand gently pats my belly before moving his fingers to my lips.

"Open." He states calmly. "I know you'd be doing it to yourself anyway, so why wouldn't you?" I hesitate for a moment before letting my jaw hang loose. His strong, slender fingers invade my mouth before pushing back into my throat. He fingers my throat until he hears a hollow burp, I don't have a second before I've got my head back in the toilet, losing my dinner in nasty chunks.

"You're gonna be so pretty when you're skinny." He chuckles shifting closer to my back and allowing me to feel his hard bulge against my ass as he rubs my tummy and promises it'll be over soon.

[b1ttercr0ww]

🐈‍⬛ ྀི Bodycheck.⭑.ᐟ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Só quem já foi obesa sabe o quanto isso significa. Parece algo idiota, trivial pra quem sempre foi magra, mas antigamente minhas pernas nem sequer se dobravam/cruzavam dessa maneira e depois de -24kg finalmente consigo fazer isso e ainda consigo debaixo de uma carteira baixa. Ainda não tô na minha mf, mas quero deixar isso aqui pra sempre me lembrar de nunca desistir.

[biggest-l0ser]

Why I listen to Ana:

1. To stop wasting money on fast food and restaurants.

2. People will be jealous of me, instead of me being jealous of them.

3. To stop being the fat, funny friend. To be equally pretty, and not feel disgusting around other pretty girls.

4. No more painful chafing, sweating profusely and looking flushed, getting out of breath, falling behind, or knees hurting.

5. Being able to look good in any clothing. Especially crop tops, and small purses.

6. Body jewelry and tattoos will actually look good on me.

7. People will see me eating something in public and not judge, or look at me with disgust.

8. Eyes and lips will look bigger on my smaller face. Cheekbones will be visible, and contour won’t look so stupid.

9. To look good in photos, even candid photos, whether I was ready or not.

10. So that I can actually borrow someone’s clothes when I forget something, or want to go swimming spontaneously.

11. To even want to get in a pool in front of people.

12. So that my steps won’t make so much noise.

13. To quickly get ready for an outing without having to be so worried about what I’m wearing and how bad it looks.

14. To be able to be picked up, or given piggy-back rides by my partner.

15. To look good in any haircut or hairstyle, long or short, up or down.

16. To become the person I’ve always wanted to be, never thought I could be, and even gave up on before.

17. To finally feel in control of my life.

18. To get rid of the double chin, chubby cheeks, fat fupa, massive thighs, and flabby arms.

[h1gh-1nfedel1ty]

started my 48 hr fast today!

looks like you could use one too :/

[naxxsstuff]

Gente como vcs conseguem ficar 72h de nf??

Tipo como fica os pais de vcs? Eu tenho pai e mãe que me amam e não me deixam passar fome, no mínimo umas duas refeições por dia eu TENHO que fazer pq eu como com eles.

Não tem escapatória, o máximo que eu consigo é tomar café da tarde mais pro final da noite e escapar da janta mas almoço eu sempre tenho que comer.

Vcs v0mitam ou alguma outra coisa? Me ajudem

[mishaenjoyer]

Sério que você vai gastar dinheiro com COMIDA?

Poxa, eu pensava que você queria ser magro(a).

Mas em vez de fazer um exercício ou uma dieta que preste, você enche o seu corpo com calorias sem fator nutricional nenhum, que só vão adicionar alguns gramas a mais de gordura nesse seu corpo horroroso. Parabéns, você é um FRACASSO! ❤️❤️❤️

[elitoshizo]

Minha mente 24hrs por dia...

[thelunarsystemwrites]

[TW Eating disorders of multiple kinds, like BED, Bulimia, and ARFID!]

(Also mentions of weight, guilt, food/eating!)

So... you know the bad time trio? Y-Yeah so uhm... like I migh'tve thought of something. Like another way to torment them.

So I might've thought of a real stupid AU, where I gave them each an eating disorder. (All coming from my personal experiences.)

So starting with Horror, he has BED, which stands for Binge Eating Disorder. Something he developed as a result to being in the underground, and starving for so long—He tends to think with a scarcity mindset. He finishes his food even if he's full, and a lot of foods are trigger foods for him to start binging. Also, he tends to hoard.

Killer, is suffering from Bulimia. I haven't quite decided why he does it, so I'm also going to go with trauma response. Like he constantly feels empty, he needed to feel anything else. And, listen—Only takes one time purging to get addicted to it. (<- speaking from experience there, I very much regret September 16th.)

Dust has ARFID, which stands for Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder. For him, it's a huge mixture of guilt and delusions that causes him such distress. He'll look down at many certain foods and can't stop thinking of someone he's dusted, can't stop seeing it as something he should not eat. It's textures, smells, tastes, looks—Which. He's dropped a concerning about of weight due to this.

Now, the thing is after the murder time trio figured out they're all terrible at eating. You wanna know what they did?

*Sharp inhale*

They formed a pack, one that was basically to help each other out when needed. If Nightmare or Cross (<- not an ED, but he does have an exercise addiction) ever got suspicious, they'd cover for each other, make up excuses when Dust wouldn't eat or why a whole pack of chips was gone the next morning after just being bought.

As for Nightmare... he is, incredibly suspicious of these three. He feels embarrassment and shame in the air when he asked who ate of last of something and it almost always comes from Horror.

He feels emptiness and frustration that comes shortly after Killer excuses himself from the table, Killer always excuses himself first.

And he feels sadness, fear, and guilt from Dust anytime he picks up a fork, fear.

And he doesn't know how to handle it, or what to do. They all look so... tired, and so exhausted and dinner time is so awkward and he hates not knowing what's wrong.

So the story would focus on Nightmare trying to get to the bottom of it, and once he figures out what's wrong, he'd ne focusing on trying to help them recover.

Now, he's not entirely sure how be would help them recover, but he's getting there.

AU credits!

[doublequaterpounder]

Like the vibes here, I'll follow

what IS your fat story? Like there's a big diff in Sw and CW and Im curious.

Keep up the good work!

Firstly thank you!!! and bless you’re soul!

but yeah my fat orgin story is i was always fit as hell growing up crossfit, dancer gym every morning and running but alas i always had this fascination with fatness the whole time (thanks sims 3 character editor)

despite being skinty as hell i had pretty bad case of the ol body dismorphia that eventually evolved into a full blown ED. the dichotomy between my fitness lifestyle to keep up appearances and my deep desire and curiosity of fatness and being fat became overwhelming. society’s game of fear of fatness was winning inside of me and i hated it

when i graduated from school and removed myself from the toxic fatphobic institutions i had lost all the fitness desire as well as a holiday to America that significantly increased my weight over a short period of time which really started the ball rolling into full blown fatness.

I wish i could say that it was a smooth journey from there but my weight yo-yoed upwards and sometimes downwards over the next 5 years with old habits dying hard. the first few years of embracing a fatter life where an adjustment but now i haven’t had a relapse in a few years

frankly i’m fat as hell now and getting fatter just eating what i want when i want to, i have an amazing partner who is also into this whole community who is incredibly supportive. just lovin no holding back, no restricting just enjoying my fat self!

also if anyone has asks please ask away!

[2snuffseb]

to be in a store buying emetics, or not to be in a store buying emetics, that is the question..

[onemillionfurries]

how the actual fuck do these incompetent assholes always end up ruining one thing and then immediately get hired to ruin something else??