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[thatsmypurse-idontknow-u]

IM A BIG TUMMY LOVER TOO!!!

love especially when like athletes or people who had Almond moms or wtv forced them into a culture of not liking food. Then enters my chef ass to cook to their hearts desire and they gain healthy relationship weight!!!

And the cuddles and massages to give them??? UGHHHH my favourite lol

The athlete part is so real because that’s me right now 😭. I did wrestling (still do) and I’d lose so much weight but at college I have so much more freedom to eat. I don’t think I can stop myself if I’m being fr. But yess the cuddles and messages are the best!

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Ok two things first thing: I love the name and bobby hill is hilarious lol.

Second thing: is your pfp tongues or..?

Awww thank you, Bobby hill is my king 🫡

As for my pfp they all drawings of tummies. Big tummy lover here lol.

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Omg my ex gave me a tshirt that says thats my purse i dont know you on it. It might be tight on me now.

Ooo maybe new photo idea? Let’s see how much you’ve gained since then.

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in the buffet. straight up "stuffin it". and by "it", haha, well. let's just say. My bellied.

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The hell does McDonalds think they are doing? They are gonna have to try harder than that

[thatsmypurse-idontknow-u]

Literally me rn 💀

jock → ex-jock? wet.

tubby little butterball → devoted & disciplined jacked gym bro → gluttonous, impulsive, lazy, obese ex-jock pig? flooded

[thatsmypurse-idontknow-u]

I WANT AND NEED

What if we gained weight together?

Our soft bellies touching and squishing as we kiss. We explore each other's softness. My nose digs deep into your plush cheek as I kiss it. You help me button my shirt, giggling as you notice the buttons won't even come close. We go shopping together, slowly outgrowing size after size. We play video games and watch shows, and by the end, both of our snack bags are empty. We take turns cooking for each other, trying to outdo ourselves every time. You excitedly share a recipe you just mastered. I'm so happy to test it. You made way too much? Don't worry, love, between the two of us, it will be gone in no time.

What if we got fat together?

What if we were so, so happy?

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Feedees reblog if

The only thing you want to do is be forcefully tied to a large bed while your feeder brings you copious amounts of food for weeks, months, even years. You just want to watch your body slowly blow up like a calorie filled sack. Your feeder making you stuff yourself endlessly every day until your belly grows so absolutely enormous you can’t see your fat swollen feet anymore. You want to be so riddled with fat that you can’t possibly heave yourself over without help. Your ass weighing you down along with your cellulite stuffed thighs. All you want is to be a useless eating machine gorging non stop until your arms are so heavy you can’t even bring them to your fat engorged face leaving your feeder no choice but to strap a tube into your pathetic hog mouth and fill you like a human balloon. You also know the consequences of eating like a pig and you don’t care. You just want to be helplessly obese even if your heart struggles to pump. You just want to be fed, rubbed, and played with.

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Ever since I started eating more fatty foods and such, I can’t seem to hold down any healthy meals. Like today I had chicken, rice, and mixed veggies but 30 mins later I felt holo and hungry. Like my body has started craving it.

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Nice to see my love for cyberpunk meet my love for feedism

How about a cyberpunk AU where fast food corporations own the entire world?

probably one of my favorite kind of au's!

A futuristic city covered in neon signs and gigantic holographic billboards advertising consumerist slop to the TV addicted masses. Combine it with weight gain and restaurants and fast-food enterprises run the world... feeding/vending machines on every corner along with the entire population reduced to waddling wheezing blobs... sucking down food in cups, or slop from troughs. Tight jumpsuits cling to fattened bodies and foul odors and the smell of sweat linger In the gas polluted air.

The biggest of the gluttons being rounded up and hooked up to permanent monitors and feeding tubes to keep them fed and lush their bodies to the upmost limits of weight gain. Their waste collected to power the city like disgusting bio-reactors. Mobility aids are common place and fashion has changed to accommodate the growing slobby population. Horny blobs eat themselves into food comas daily and the most popular "sport" is competitive eating...

Almost everything is automated leaving the human race free to descend into an almost permanently sedentary lifestyle. The few skinny people left have to constantly fight the urge to succumb to temptations and embrace fatness...

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Just an FWI for all my followers my DM’s are always open to chat and such. Always looking for new friends.

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🚨🚨VERY IMPORTANT: SCAMMER ALERT🚨🚨(Feedism Tumblr)

OK. So I've began to notice something on feedism Tumblr. I'll keep it brief and simple:

Almost all of the accounts using the #ao3feed tag are a collection of scam accounts. They all have vague and incredibly similar bios, all following the same predictable formula.

More importantly they all are using STOLEN PHOTOS and are gaining MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF TRACTION looking for feeders, who I can only assume they beg for money from which is why they're running this whole racket.

Idk why there are so many accounts, and I don't know who's running them but those are the facts as they are. If you see an account using #ao3feed or having a bio that follows this formula:

20 something

Feedee

CW (something)

GW (Big number usually somewhere around 400-700)

Please report them. And please spread awareness of this. That is all

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Playing the new Robocop game and came across this scene. It’s funny because it’s supposed to be scare in context but I’m just horny now

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God I’d do anything for a fat feeder to drag me from my active lifestyle and into their world of hedonism and gluttony. To go from a fit, intelligent member of society with hopes, dreams, and potential to a hopeless addict for fast food and sloth. To be stuffed and pampered into an obese blob unrecognizable to my friends and family. Have my belly sound like a cauldron, bubbling and gurgling from the constant influx of fattening food. Burping and farting uncontrollably from the gain shakes and greasy meals that would be for a family of four. My belly conquered by stretch marks and cellulite, moobs so bigger they put most women to shame. Thighs so thick and heavy they leave my manhood covered and an ass so large it needs two chairs minimum to keep it seated. To become a brainless fast food addicted pig with a fat lover to grow bigger with.

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NEED

I’m sincerely ready to give up my life, to be kidnapped and relentlessly fattened until I am completely reliant on my captor(s), and I need a crane to even roll myself over. I need this more than I can say, my destiny is to be immobile, but I haven’t the means nor support within my life now… if I could live this dream, my, albeit short, life would be complete. I just don’t care anymore… I want this… I need someone to help me with this, I just want to be given a chance.

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Small rant for those who care: annoying aspect about living as an athlete and with a family of people who work out and having this kink is whenever I eat for enjoyment or get another plate for fun I’m scolded for it. Like I get being concerned for my health but I don’t think eating Doritos for breakfast is gonna hurt me. Like I’m 19, it’s not an adult adult but I’m old enough to eat for myself and for fun. Makes me concerned about going back to gaining weight.

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the thing is...I don't just want you to eat. I want you to eat for me.

I want you to think about me when you reach for seconds and thirds. I want you to remember my encouragement and keep going when you start to feel full. I want to be the little voice in the back of your mind that says go on, make me proud.