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Listen to your belly!!

If you're craving a specific food

Your belly is specifically asking you for that food, so give it what it wants! It doesn't matter if it's not appropriate for the time of day or for a healthy diet, the belly gets what the belly wants.

If you're hungry

Please eat if you're hungry! Your belly processes all the energy that fuels your body and if you feel room in your tummy, you need to fuel up. I recommend keeping yourself stuffed to the brim as often as possible. That way when you're not full, you'll notice easily. You NEED this food!

If you're digesting

Cancel your plans and responsibilities. Your belly needs you off your feet and resting in order to digest all that food. Make sure to massage your belly to push out gas and eliminate indigestion

If your belly's getting bigger

Then you're listening to your belly! You're doing everything right, keep letting your appetite control your every move. The bigger your belly gets, the more control it will have over you.

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Adding ice cream to my late night snack lately has done wonders to my body 😮‍💨

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Any creature on earth would eat as much as it could, as often as it could. The pursuit of food, to sustain and grow your body, is one of the most basic instincts there is.

The only thing limiting most animals is:

Need to stay physically able to access more food, and escape predators (i.e. not get too big)

Lack of unlimited food supply

Luckily for you, modern humans have solved these problems. Stay inside on the couch or in bed, and you’ll be safe from any danger. Fire up your food delivery app of choice and whatever you could possibly want to eat can be at your door in minutes.

If anything, you deserve to be an immobile blob that’s constantly eating. If not, you’re rejecting the advantages that millions of years of evolution and civilization have blessed you with. And that just wouldn’t be right 😢

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I don't want to get fat for the sake of getting fat. I want to get fat because french fries are delicious and nothing beats a chocolate chip cookie (or twelve!) fresh from the oven. I want to get fat because peaches can be turned into cobbler and pie and jam and eaten fresh off the tree. I want to get fat because a cheesy casserole is so filling after a hard day, and I don't want to stop eating until I'm entirely sated. I want to get fat because it's ridiculous to live in a world of such richness and refuse to indulge.

I want to get fat because every roll and bulge tells my lover that there is no such thing as too much pleasure. I want to get fat because my overfed belly signals that I'm not afraid of indulgence -- in fact, I revel in it. I want to get fat because my hedonism extends to the joy of feeling my belly jiggle and the comfort of feeling it's weight in my hands. I want to get fat because nothing beats the eroticism of two soft bellies pressed together.

I want to get fat because every time I feel my gut press against my shirt or strain against a button, I remind myself that pleasure is my birthright, and who am I to refuse it?

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Taking selfies for non-feedists who think thinness=beauty: 💔🤮😖

Taking selfies for feeders and trying to look as fat as possible: 🩷😸💖😇💘😋💕

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Heterosexual men: *jokes misogynistically about how women get fat once you marry them*

Me (an enlightened chubby chaser): *gets so hard I pass out*

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I’ve only turned up my stuffing since thanksgiving…guys I am really changing into since a piggy 🥵🥵🥵 this last night after 3 burgers fries and a big zebra cake for dessert☺️🐷🐷☺️

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The Year of the Snake 🐍

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Overfed

Overfed

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Why do I want to get fat?

Because I want to let go and allow myself to have the body I dream of. To be the object of a partner who finds fulfillment in the overindulgence and fattening of others. I love fat bodies and have dreamed of having one of my own for the longest time.

I want to feel my skin stretch as my body grows softer, fatter and larger. The feeling of clothes tightening and stretching, tearing and bursting is an exhilarating reward that lets me know I’m reaching my dream body. To feel rolls rise across my body, pushing outwards against my clothes, forcing me to seek out a larger size.

Food, eating and binging is an activity that makes me happy. Not because of guilt or shame, but because I enjoy it and cherish every bite. Because I love the thrill of a person encouraging me to meet my limits and push myself a little further. The feeling of a bloated belly and seeing how large it’s become in front of my eyes is blissful. Becoming incapacitated and vulnerable is beautifully intimate. To feel loving hands poke and rub my distended stomach, the teasing and marvel, the desire and lust.

To give in to laziness, gluttony and obesity is comfortable, relaxing and peaceful. Slowing down to a waddle due to cumbersome thighs and the momentum of a backside that has it’s own center of gravity. To feel the excessive weight on my frame as struggle to get out of bed and the extended time it will take to wash my overgrown body. Knowing that sitting at the table isn’t as hot as sitting in front of an open fridge and binging like a ravenous pig. Having my body develop rolls where I never thought I’d have them, a fat pad or fupa, arms that sag, ankles that swell and bulbous breasts that should be flat, yet arouse me to no end. I want to feel my belly hang out of tshirts and to force shirts open. To feel my body jiggle as I make any slight movement. So that I can have a fatter face, with thick chin rolls. And to widen and take up more space, with a fat back that has rolls that resemble breasts sagging to the side. Most importantly to have soft, flabby belly, extending in front of me, becoming the largest part of my body. A belly so big, that it forces my thick legs apart when I sit. I want my belly and thighs to be so round, that they bury my parts giving rise to extra care of my own wandering hands and the lustful hunt for of an enamored partner.

Because we only live once and I would rather allow myself to live the life I fantasize about. Bodies are fluid, they shrink and they grow or they stay the same. But for me, I want it to expand, to bloat and grow softer. Because I’ve realised that I’d rather be happy and fulfilled than frustrated and unhappy. As I grow fatter and rounder, I become jolly and sensual. My fantasies and kinks are important to me, I want to live them and to experience them without shame. I need to let myself become a glutton and sought out by an encourager, who would fatten me up and help me set the best worst example for myself. Because I want someone to share my desires with and to experience theirs. I want to be pushed to the point where I can consensually submit and feel myself get fatter as my inhibitions are broken, as I become the obese version of myself I lust for. To double in size, then triple - my thighs being bigger than my torso used to be, my breasts bigger than my head and my backside as wide as a family couch.

Because this is who I am and I WANT to get fatter.

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Crunchy Christmas Cheer 🎄🍪🔔

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Not sure how much softer I can get...

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Taquitos

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One of my favorite snack combos 😛