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Who elses feedist brain interpreted this in another way 👀

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found these pants i haven't worn in like 5 years while tidying up my closet. i knew they were gonna be tight but i didn't think i would struggle THAT much to button them up 🥵

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I’m so soft and out of shape. No trace of abs left just fat from all the ice cream. And my chest is so flabby. I’m getting moobs

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Its my duty to inform the feedism community about the concept of Semla.

This decadent swedish treat sinply consists of whipped cream between two buns, and sugar sprinkled on top. Its eaten on a day called ”fettisdagen”, or ”fatty tuesday” if you translate it directly. The purpose was to pack it on before the fasting. However, since the catolicism dissapeared from Sweden, we kinda just stuck with fatty tuesday and skipped the starving yourself part.

But wait, it gets even better. The legend has it that the 18th centuary king Adolf Fredrik litterally DIED from eating too many semlas. Thats ol’ death feedism lore for ya’ll

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me at my higher weight is so hot to me i can’t wait to get there again and then surpass it 🥵😳

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I want to make you watch.

I want to haul you in front of a mirror to show you exactly what I'm going to do to you. I want you to watch me trace my hands over every inch of your underfed body as I tell you exactly where I intend to grow you. I want to make you step on a scale to see the smallest weight you'll ever be again. I want you to feel me wrap a measuring tape around your too-narrow waist so you can remember just how small you once were.

And then I want you to watch yourself grow.

I want to bring you back to that mirror every week so you can see just how fat I'm making you. I want you to watch me squeeze every bit of new pudge, pinch every new added fold, grab every new bulging curve. I want you to watch those numbers climb on the scale as I track all the pounds I've piled on you. I want you to feel the measuring tape slide to ever-increasing lengths as you threaten to outgrow it entirely.

I want to pin old photos of your once-tiny body to the mirror so you can compare your overfed figure to what I've made you into. I want to write your starting weight in your reflection so you can see just how much lower it used to be. I want to force you into all your outgrown clothes so you can see how incredibly small they are on you now.

I want to pour pints of weight gain shake down your greedy mouth while you watch, all while I tell you just how much bigger, how much rounder, how much fatter it's going to make you.

I want to make you watch it all. And I want you to love every second of it.

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something about the facial expression change on before and after weight gain photos is fucking magical. every single time whoever's in the picture looks so much happier, so much more themselves after they've gained weight and i fucking love that so much. *mwah* chef's kiss, weight gain as a form of healing!!!!!

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my post top surgery weight gain was so hot, lost it all bc of my abusive home situation but i’m out now and ready to get this big again (and bigger ;)

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You're my Chubby Boyfriend

You’ve gotten so oblivious since we started dating.

                You’ve been happy. That’s obvious. You can see it on your face, how content you are, how comfortable you’ve gotten. How docile. I’ve been treating you well. And you’ve let me. You’ve allowed me to spoil you, to pamper you. And all that relationship satisfaction has certainly taken a toll. On your mood, on your mental health. Everything has improved.

                Everything, that is, but your weight.

                You’ve sort of ballooned, fat boy. You’ve thickened quite a bit during our time together. You’ve been letting me feed you, as you sit on that widening, pampered ass of yours. Letting me stuff you silly at dinner. Letting me bring you endless snacks, coaxing goodies and treats down your greedy throat, convincing those plump, submissive lips of yours to part for my desserts. You’ve been letting me fill you; not just filling your heart or your mind or your time. But I’ve been filling up your body as well.

                You’ve changed somewhat, fatty. You’ve let all the weight accumulate all over yourself, transforming from that handsome, fit jock I smiled at as I watched him pack away dinner, my own leftovers, and dessert as well. As I sat back, like a fox watching a plump porker fatten himself, knowing your potential, knowing what I could do to you if I put my mind to it.

                And it’s unmistakable now. You’re not a fit, single jock anymore. You’re my dumb, handsome chubber of a boyfriend. A plump boytoy whose mind is filled with the thought of donuts and cupcakes and cookies and pies. All being brought to him on a plate by his loving, doting significant other. By me.

That relationship weight has accumulated all over. Your stomach, which was once muscular, is now covered in layers of lard, its dough spilling out onto your lap. Your legs covered in fat, fighting to take up space in your chair as you squeeze your enormous ass back so you can play your video games. You’ve gotten uncomfortable, in this new, chubby body of yours. But I do my best to minimize the discomfort, to make sure you don’t have to struggle into those terrible shorts with the button anymore. No, those all burst a while ago. Now, I’ve spoiled you and bought you several pairs of stretchy athletic shorts that leave little room for growth. Packing away your work shirts and button ups and replacing them with stretchy, breathable t-shirts. Shirts that crease under your juicy moobs, that rest above your belly button, exposing your chub. You don’t even notice as I hold a plate of brownies in front of you. As you stuff your face, stupidly, watching your mind-numbing shows and scrolling on your phone. Your double chin highlighting the cuteness of your face, outlining the plumpness where your handsome jawline used to be.

I love showing you off to the world, taking pictures and posting them on social media. “Look how cute my man is, everyone!” I write. While in my mind I think about how much of a pig you are. How you jiggle now, when you step. How your ass cheeks have to shift because your butt has ballooned so big. How your undies ride up between them and you have to tug when you don’t think I’m looking. How we go for walks and you’re always at least a couple steps behind, struggling to keep up with my long, fit legs. I give you lots of belly pats though, bountiful attention, and of course, endless offerings of food! And you  love it…of course you do! Because you’re a fat boy at heart and now, thanks to all my cooking and spoiling and pampering, you’re a fat boy all over. Now, all that chub is mine! That belly is mine to rub! That ass is mine to grab! Those love handles are mine to squeeze! Maybe you’ll go mad from all my poking and prodding, from my teasing. Maybe you’ll lose your mind from all my delicious cooking, the toll it’s taking. But you certainly wont do anything about it. It’s simply too addicting; my cooking, the way it makes you grow…the way I make you feel…

There’s just no hope for you anymore, now, fat boy. So open wide.

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Summer

I can't wait to ditch the hoodies and sweaters that allowed me to grow and gain during the recent colder months without anyone noticing.

I can't wait to put those sweatpants with stretchy waistbands away that allowed my belly to expand freely without me being too concerned about it.

I can't wait to forget about the coats and jackets I would hide my expanding body in while going out in public which made people not comment on how much I've let myself go.

Because when i put all those winter clothes away and take out the summer ones, I'll get to realise that none of them fit anymore.

Whoops.

I'll realise my favourite dresses don't allow me to breathe in them freely anymore.

I'll realise some of my favourite shorts don't button up, unless I suck my belly in. Other ones don't even get over my fat ass and thighs. Suddenly, those thighs start to rub against oneother when I walk.

I'll realise my favourite shirts suddenly became crop tops, because the fabric stretched so much over my chubby belly that they started to ride up.

Oh and the swimsuits. The tops can't contain my breasts in them anymore. They grew at least a cup size it seems. The bottoms are digging into my big hips and exposing me both in the front and in the back.

I used to be so lean. I think to myself Oh well, time to go shopping.

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my face at my highest weight when it blew tf up and doubled in size vs before 🥵 i told ppl it was T but i was just getting fat lol

cash app to help me look like this again: $chubbyvampireboy

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I want to cook you a feast and then eat you out while you’re stuffing your face. I’ll keep going as long as you do. I’ll stop if you start moaning too much, praising those pretty sounds, but reminding you that your mouth ought to be occupied with other things - namely chewing and swallowing. I wonder how many times I can make you cum on my tongue before you’re unable to stomach another bite?

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You were destined to be enormous, you just didn't know it yet.

At first it was just a couple pounds. Getting a beer after work, an extra side of fries as a snack. Missing the gym every so often. Eating out every once and a while. It snuck up on you, and before you knew it you had a little muffin top. You swore you were going back on your diet and hitting the gym again.

That lasted for a month, and to your credit, you did lose a few pounds. It wasn't long before you fell back into your old habits, but this time you fell harder. A beer after work turned into a couple drink. A side as a snack turned into an extra meal. Your muffin top slowly bloomed into a belly that rested on your thickening thighs when you sat down and your love handles spilled out the side of your jeans. You swore you were going back on your diet and hitting the gym again.

That lasted for a couple weeks. The weight never fell off this time. Hunger was starting to control your habits. For every salad you ate, two burgers hit your gut. What started as a slow crawl towards obesity was turning into a sprint. Stretch marks sprawled across your belly and thighs like graffiti, covering as much space as it could. You swore you were going back on your diet and hitting the gym again.

That lasted for a day. As you were getting ready, it was undeniable that none of your old workout clothes fit. The sporty tops barely fit over your swelling breasts and exposed how soft your once firm midsection used to be. Your belly would have hung over your waistband if you could fit your old yoga pants over your plump thighs.

When I came home I found you on the couch asleep with an empty pint of ice cream in your arms. You looked happy and peaceful with a full belly peaking out from underneath your shirt. The trashcan was full of your old workout clothes, many of them with new rips in them.

You gave into the hunger, just like I knew you always would. This was the point of no return, its out of your control now. You may be the heaviest you've ever felt, but it will be the smallest you will ever be again.

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fuck it shitty pics from when i got high and STUFFED myself. i realized i cant even see the button beneath my gut anymore

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Haha wouldn’t it be so sexy if I got so fat I grew back my tits and someone played with them mercilessly and made fun of me for growing my tits back? Anyways.

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Concept: Feedism Thruple

Two people start dating, fall for one another, and become comfortable enough to confess something: they're both feeders. It's a curveball, definitely. Neither of them are feedees in the least, and they're not interested in mutual gaining. What to do? Their relationship is perfect aside from this, but it isn't something either of them can deny.

So, they discuss the possibility of adding a 3rd to their relationship: a serious feedee. Someone who is ready to completely throw ambition aside and basically become a doted-on house pet. The couple can have their feeder desires fulfilled, they maintain their loving relationship, and the feedee gets to be double overfed.

After a little while of searching, they find someone perfect. All three have been chatting for a while, they've met up a few times, and they're all in agreement for the feedee to move in to the feeders' house.

It begins immediately. All parties are eager to start. The feeders make sure their feedee is eating 5 full meals per day, with snacks. The feedee is completely adored. Hand fed, encouraged, caressed, just spoiled beyond belief. The arousal that builds as feedings continue is unrivaled. Absolute euphoria.

The effects of such infatuation on all sides is...startling. In just a short amount of time, the feedee has piled on weight like crazy. With food and attention in excess, their body can't help but swell to more than twice the size of either of their feeders. Every need and desire is fulfilled. They're enabled to be the ever-fattening partner that each of them wanted.

For the feeders, just having a feedee that they can share is a strong aphrodisiac. Not only can they not keep their hands off their fattened pet, but they can't keep their hands off each other. The house is just permeated with desire and indulgence.

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a trans boy without a tummy is like an angel without wings btw. if you even care