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omg there WAS such a thing! Take my money 💳 💥
There should be bras for guts.
Like, as a transman who had a large chest pre-op, I would love that support and weight distribution to my upper back too.
It would be super simple! Something like a hammock, with strap that go up over your arms.
Sure... it'll make them jiggle a little better with the weight off it... but think of the different styles! - What would a push-up one be? A sports version that would help compress and distribute the weight would be amazing! Think of the accessibility options!!
And if there is the additional support, feedees will have an easier time managing a big of a heavier waist!
If it's less taxing and exhausting to carry around, that removes a big incentive.
It will also make certain... activities easier. Something else to hold it up out of the way, leaving hands free to grope, squeeze, and jiggle?
On top of like... the feel of eating your way out of one, or simply outgrowing one. The feel of the edges of that hammock pressing in tighter and tighter. Maybe the different styles like a fishnet one cutting into your fat, it bulging out between the latticework.
Would it be the fact when you outgrow it, it would simply pop off your shoulders and your belly smack your thighs?
Imagine the muffintops from it...
And all genders could use it without discrimination!
The new body craze will be big bellies! The more to push up, the better!
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I specifically love the idea of my fat body being objectified by my parter/s
you standing back and appraising me, putting me in different positions to see me better, making little comments like “gosh you’re big”, or idly commenting on my shape
taking time to measure me, fingertips grazing over my widest parts, using extra long measuring tape, before and after a feeding, commenting on the growth
Your hands gently (or not so gently) investigating my body, groping me, lifting my breasts or my rolls, handling my soft places, pushing your palms into my belly, testing its fullness, how much more it’ll yield
casually address where you’d like me to grow, how big you’d like my belly - maybe write notes on me, label parts of me, little words of encouragement (or degradation)
talk about my body passively; use words like fattened and overfed, talk about your goals for my body, how much I need to be fed, and then describe how you’ll fatten me
be possessive, say things like ‘my fat girl’, ‘look how big I’ve made you’, and always praise me with a ‘good girl’
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Making them hot chocolate with heavy cream, so it will be creamier and keep them growing 💖
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There should be bras for guts.
Like, as a transman who had a large chest pre-op, I would love that support and weight distribution to my upper back too.
It would be super simple! Something like a hammock, with strap that go up over your arms.
Sure... it'll make them jiggle a little better with the weight off it... but think of the different styles! - What would a push-up one be? A sports version that would help compress and distribute the weight would be amazing! Think of the accessibility options!!
And if there is the additional support, feedees will have an easier time managing a big of a heavier waist!
If it's less taxing and exhausting to carry around, that removes a big incentive.
It will also make certain... activities easier. Something else to hold it up out of the way, leaving hands free to grope, squeeze, and jiggle?
On top of like... the feel of eating your way out of one, or simply outgrowing one. The feel of the edges of that hammock pressing in tighter and tighter. Maybe the different styles like a fishnet one cutting into your fat, it bulging out between the latticework.
Would it be the fact when you outgrow it, it would simply pop off your shoulders and your belly smack your thighs?
Imagine the muffintops from it...
And all genders could use it without discrimination!
The new body craze will be big bellies! The more to push up, the better!
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Yeah sure you can let ur shirt ride up ur belly when ur around me. But watch out
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passing the time imagining cooking for a partner... they've had a hard day at work, put in extra hours, and when they come home all they want is to fall onto the couch and relax for a while. i've spent the afternoon cooking, making sure they'd have a warm, filling meal to come home to. something savory, heavy. comfort food. i know my baby has a big appetite, especially after work, so i bring them an overfilled plate, hot, everything direct from the oven, and perch on the arm of the couch to watch. they eat fast, at first, starving and still working off some of their stress. i'm careful to keep their plate filled -- devoted to it, really. soon enough they start to slow down enough to taste their food, and they moan with pleasure. they're getting close to full, but everything's so good they don't want to stop. i keep a quiet, loving watch as they clear the rest of their plate. pantingly, a little abashed, a hand resting on the curve of their belly -- they've put on some weight, lately, and they teasingly blame my cooking, but we both know the real cause is how much they like eating my cooking -- they ask for more. i bring it (with a kiss, and a fond pat to their stomach, which is starting to strain against their waistband, full of everything i made them), and go back to watching, and waiting. we both know the night will end with them stuffed full, warm and drowsy, fly unbuttoned and shirt riding up the curve of their belly -- firm and full, for now, but getting softer all the time.
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Yes please 👀
I know you've been trying to subtly hint to me, that'd you'd like to see me get fat too. But you haven't ever been confident enough to come out and say it. Instead opting for trying to convince me to skip the gym and relax with you. Offering to buy me dinner instead of me cooking something healthy.
Because you can't just come out and say it, I've decided to have some fun with it. Making a elaborate show of shimmying into my tight jeans, making it seem like the button is more if a struggle to do you than it actually is. Resting my hand on my belly after a meal rubbing small circles as if I'm so full it needs soothing.
In reality the idea of being a big fat feeder really appeals to me. Imagine how much more dominant I could be with so much more bulk behind me. Using my size to pin helpless feedees down making them eat until I decide they are full enough.
So I've finally decided to go through with it. As I walk into the living room carrying a dozen donuts and a quart of ice cream wearing no pants. I see the arousal in your eyes as I approach. "Lie down" I instruct. You eagerly do as you're told "Are you hungry piggy?" I ask with an evil smirk on my face. You nod enthusiastically. "Good! Then eat" I say as I swing my leg over your face, lowering my pussy over your open mouth.
A surprised grunt escapes you as I set the cold icecream and donut box on your expansive middle. "Oh did piggy think they were gonna get some treats?" I say shoving the first donut into my mouth "Good subs get fed. Show me how badly you need it, make me cum and worship my growing body as I stuff my belly."
I cram the donuts into my mouth, grinding my pussy on your mouth only letting up when I lean forward to grab another. The box is emptying quickly my stomach getting rounder with every bite. I open the ice cream which is completely melted, and begin dipping the donuts into it before shoving them in my mouth. I feel so gluttonous and indulgent as my mouth overflows with all the creamy sugary fat, dribbling down my chin and dripping onto my tits.
The last of the donuts gets popped into my mouth and I lift the container of ice cream to my lips and begin to chug. I'm so full already I can feel my stomach protesting every swallow. But the desire inside me to be fatter and you lapping at my pussy spurs me on. With each swallow I push my pussy down on your tongue harder fucking myself against your face, my release getting close. The container now gone gets tossed aside "oh fuck keep going piggy I'm so close" I pant. I feel your hand reach up running a finger up my swollen belly, scooping dribbled ice cream before holding it up in front of my mouth. Just as I suck the ice cream off your finger I cum, gripping your fat belly for balance as it shudders through me.
I roll off you and lie there moaning and panting, all sticky and out of breath after my greedy display. "Good fatty! That felt so good." I manage to say between shallow breaths "there's another box of donuts in the kitchen for you. I'd say you earned them piggy!"
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My bf will never leave me, I made him too fat to run.
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Yeah totally agree! So happy I finally got Tumblr and found this niche, I was on Fantasy feeder for my teens and twenties and that was like the epitome of cishet female feedee/male feeder dynamic
Is it just my filter bubble, or is the combination feedism + trans + autistic really common 👀👀👀👀
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Is it just my filter bubble, or is the combination feedism + trans + autistic really common 👀👀👀👀
#soft feedism#feederism kink#queer feedee#feedee belly#dom feeder#trans feedee#gaining weight#gaining weight on purpose#ftm feedee#Myfeedismrambles#my content#feedismrambles#wg kink
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Ok listen i know im literally so late 2 the party but 2 b fair October is BUSY but i had 2 do SOMEthing for kinktober
Day 4: 🔗 Leashed
Uh oh! Looks like u overfed your puppy! He's starting to look a bit round. But he just looks so cute sitting on the floor next to your dining chair begging for scraps!
How can you resist feeding him everything on your plate?
...And maybe just a few more treats for being such a good boy?
Even when his chubby belly sits heavy on his thighs and he whimpers with the weight of it, he'll still beg for more...
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Obeying
[tw: veery commanding feeder fantasy]
"Go get seconds," you say.
I blush. I am so weak-willed when it comes to you. Without a word, I course to the self-serve stand, even though my belly is starting to get tight.
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"I want the Oreos gone before dinner," you command, and I obey. I unbutton my pants as I pop them into my mouth, one by one.
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"I cancelled your gym membership."
I nod. I wasn't using it anyway.
A week later: "I got rid of your trekking shoes."
I'm left with a pair of crocs. No running, I guess.
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"You aren't getting away from this table until you finished everything."
I gulp. My stomach is churning. "I - I can't."
You come closer and pry my mouth open. "Yes, you can."
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I am struggling with buttoning my pants. "They don't fit, you've been fattening me up so much."
"Wear then with the button undone."
I turn crimson. "My belly will show."
You smirk. "Good." And with that, you nonchalantly add another stick of butter to my dinner portion.
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I turn to you with a mournful expression. "I calculated, and... I'm obese," I stammer out. "Maybe that's enough?"
You raise your eyebrows. "Enough? That's a good start, fatass." And, after a pause: "You're not allowed to take the stairs anymore."
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I look at your newest instagram photo. My cute partner <3, the description reads. I stare and stare at the fatty captured on screen: at my low-hanging double chin and lardy cheeks; soft shoulders and ham-packed upper arms; double-rolled belly hanging over my crotch; dimples where knees used to be.
It's me, I think. That's how I look now. It's me.
"I'll never be thin again, will I?" I whisper.
You hand me the second tub of ice cream. "It's all a matter of perspective," you say. "I'm keeping this photo as a memento. A year from now, you won't believe you were ever so thin."
I nod, neck roll folding in on itself. I open the tub, smacking my lips.
"Snort as you eat it," you say.
I obey.
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i love when feedees have red, new stretch marks on top of older, faded, silvery stretch marks. shows that they're a dedicated piggy that hasn't stopped growing for a long time
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one day when i just start to gain weight on purpose, want to tie a piece of string around my waist, loosely, and leave it on as i get fatter. I'd feel it slowly get more and more snug every day around my growing tummy, until it's so tight i need to cut it off...
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Movie Night
You're sitting on the couch with your partner, cuddling and watching a movie that both of you have seen before. You just finished dinner and feel comfortably full, the two empty bowls and glasses of wine on the coffee table. They have an arm slung around your waist as they lean into your side and you notice for the first time that it doesn't reach as far as it used to.
While they used to be able to curve their fingers around the slope of your back, their hand only stops to the side of your belly. In fact, they're able to hold their palm flat against you. You knew you had put on a couple pounds: all the late night snacks, eating fast food more frequently due to work, "just one more" from when your partner makes sweet treats. You didn't think it was that much, though.
You feel your face start to get hot and you shift away a little.
Your partner had been dozing on your shoulder and they lift their head, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," you say shyly, "Yeah, I just..."
Your partner leans in and kisses you, their hand drifting back to the side of your belly. You are hyper aware of their touch.
"I just have gained some weight is all," you say, embarrassed, "I should probably start watching what I eat..."
Your partner bites their lip, "Why would you do a thing like that?"
"Because I didn't even notice and if I continue I'm going to swell up to a million pounds!" You protest.
Your partner giggles, "Okay? But what if I like feeding you?" They start rubbing your belly, long strokes from the side to the front, and something stirs deep within you. Possibly even arousal?
You try to hide it on your face, but it's clear they see it. They even get a little excited themselves. They leave the movie running and get up, disappearing into the kitchen. You readjust on the couch and grab a pillow, aware that it sits different in your lap. When did this happen? Where did all this come from?
Your partner returns with two boxes of big cake doughnuts you hadn't noticed in the cabinet and the partial half gallon of milk from the fridge. They set them down on the coffee table and grab the pillow from your lap, tossing it to the side. You feel very exposed, but you can't help and eye those doughnuts. Your partner turns you on the couch so you're sitting the long way, legs up. Then they sit between them. They stare down at you hungrily and before you can say anything, their hands are running up your legs. They jiggle the fat on your thighs and then keep moving up. They slide their hands under your shirt and start squishing your soft belly. The thing stirring within you grows more and more. They trace their fingers up your sides, gripping your love handles and leaning in to kiss you.
With them holding onto your sides you can't help but moan a little. Your partner giggles again.
"Sorry," they say, "I have noticed your clothes getting a bit tighter... I'm surprised you didn't, but," they put a hand behind your neck and run their fingers in your hair, "I didn't want to stop you. I love how you look now and I love it when your belly starts to round out after you've eaten a lot. You make this little noise when your stomach starts to complain that it's too full and it really turns me on."
You feel the dinner in your stomach, it's churning and settling. It squirms inside you.
"It turns you on?" You ask.
"Yes," they say, "I noticed a couple days ago that you're starting to spill over the top of your jeans and I almost pulled you back to bed."
You remember that day. You had told yourself they must have shrunk in the wash. Now you wonder why you denied it and why it took your partner's hand to realize you had started to grow a gut.
Your partner puts their hands back under your shirt, gripping your soft middle, "How do you feel?"
You surprise yourself, but you whisper, "Feed me."
Your partner brightens and grabs the first box of cake doughnuts from the coffee table. Still between your legs, pushing them up against you ever so slightly so you can feel your belly squish, they start to feed you. Immediately after you're done with one bite they give you another. Three doughnuts down and your stomach is starting to protest. Three more and you feel tight and heavy. You keep taking bite after bite until you lose count of the doughnuts. You start to feel a bit dizzy and you're not sure if you're imagining it, but it's almost hard to breathe.
"No... no more," you say softly, your belly heaving with each breath.
"That was the last doughnut," your partner says, leaning forward over your bulging form and kissing you. You look to the side and see that they're right, the two boxes discarded on the table. You feel your stomach trying to make room for them all, stretched to what feels like its limit. Your partner seems determined to prove it wrong.
They pick up the partial jug of milk and unscrew the cap. You know milk will just make the churning worse and will make you even more bloated on top of everything, but something inside of you is awake and alive. Your belly is feeling so uncomfortable being pressed in by your legs and you wiggle a bit to try and get more space. Your partner gives you some room, but still holds your legs up while sitting between them.
They put the milk to your lips and say, "You need to wash those down with something."
You start to drink, your heavy breathing only arousing you more. You can feel your shirt riding up, the lower part of your belly rounding so much it is exposed, but you don't care. All the skin around your belly is stretched so tight as you continue to fill it. You feel like you might burst if you keep going, but it feels too good to stop. You need to finish.
It almost feels like agony if it weren't so pleasurable. Your breasts are being spread apart my how much you've swollen and your partner starts to fondle them as you drink. You keep chugging the milk, only a little dribbling out the side of your mouth.
Then it's empty. Your partner takes the empty carton and places it with the empty boxes of doughnuts. Your breathing is labored as you lie there and you aren't sure you would be able to move if you wanted to. Your partner places their hands on your bulging belly and rubs you down.
"Good job," they coo, rubbing you in slow circles, pushing your shirt up under your breasts, "Very good job."
You feel so tight and heavy, it's like a giant bowling ball has been shoved inside you. Just when you think the feeling can't get more intense, you feel the milk bubbling up inside you. You start to worry, wondering if this will lead to any stretch marks. Then you stop, dreamily moaning, realizing any stretch marks from this would be a trophy.
Your partner kisses your belly and then lays down between your legs. They continue to rub you, laying their head on your middle. It takes them a bit to find the perfect position because of how round and tight you are, but they eventually find one. They kiss you and you quiver where their lips touch.
"We can do more," they say, "if you want."
You know they don't mean more food. You are so turned on right now you think you might finish with the slightest touch, and you go to answer, but the words come out as a bit of a whine, as a bit of a groan.
"Later," you say, trying to shift a little and finding it difficult under how heavy you are, "Let's just keep watching the movie..."
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I was bored at work and wrote this real quick. No edits, so if something looks wrong that's why. Let me know what you think.
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