I really need help in the short-term. I’m healing, my meds do make me a bit loopy, and the place where I volunteer sent me three HUGE projects all at once. I got a project from each of three different people who, I’m guessing, didn’t realize I was assigned other projects! I have nothing in the queue for Chronic Mastication and I need to get on that. F/C runs on submissions so that’s up to other folk, but C/M is Rebecca-Driven. All I know is that, all at once, I’m very busy. I could really use help. If you’d like to take over Feedist Confessions for…maybe a week (maybe more, maybe less). I’d really appreciate it.
- It would be short term and then I’d take the reins again.
- It doesn’t get TOO busy there.
- You could do the graphics however you wanted, so long as you make sure the text also stays.
- Or I can give you the template for how I do it and give you the font I use.
- I have to know you pretty well (tumblr or real life or both, whatevs)
- You MUST follow the guidelines for posts set out here and here.
I’m not generally the most graceful person, but I’m also not usually a slob. However, when I go into pig-mode (which is a lot lately), I just become a super-slob. All that matters is stuffing in as much yummy food as I can before my brain says “*DING* you’re full”. I eat my ice cream right out of the container, not bothering to care when I have chocolate dripping all down my shirt or, even more likely, my belly. I can plow through a bag of chocolates so fast that I’m left with nothing but the wrappers in piles around me. When I’m in pig-out mode, I am also in full-on-slob mode. Part of me L-O-V-E-S it but part of me feels like some kind of let-down to fat women everywhere. We’re supposed to show decorum and prove that we aren’t “bad fatties” but I can’t help it. I am a bad fatty and it’s soooo good.
The only reason why I think I’m single is because no one wants to be known as the guy who’s dating the fat chick. I’m the fat chick.
There’s a Russian boy at school who has the kind of posture and broad build that suggests he’s already carrying some extra weight around with him, but I’d love to see what he’d look like a little heavier. When he blushes I swear he is the cutest goshdarn thing on the planet.
All I want is for a woman that i can feed and make as fat as possible, whom would also like to do the same with me. There is no size that is too large. I want to have to get new clothes for her and for myself, due to them all being too tight, too fast. I want to be encouraged and fed in bed and do the same for her. I want her to have everything, she wants, because that’s all I want now. Everything else is here I just need you, whomever you are.
Sometimes I wish I could have a completely fresh start on life—no judgmental family or friends—where I can be fat in peace. I want to run away (or rather, slowly walk whilst huffing and puffing) with another fatty where we can stuff ourselves forever and be happy.
I am a big guy (over 300 lbs and counting) and lately I’ve been fantasizing about being intimate with a slender, petite woman. The thought of her small hands reaching under my belly, trying to negotiate my girth…the thought of her trying to handle all of me, her sharp frame sinking into my oceanic physique…the obvious contrast in size that will baffle people as we shop for (my) fattening food that she will prepare but want none of…unf.
I have been with a rather large man for the sometime now. He is 6’5 and weighs around 350 pounds and I am absolutely in love with him and his body. His belly is perfect and hairy. I feel like I am the luckiest girl in the world! He has gained roughly 25 pounds since our relationship began because I prepare him nice home cooked meals daily, and every chance I get I buy him tons of take out food and sweets. I get so turned on when he is nice and full, especially since his T-shirts are starting to get smaller and he wears his pants unbuttoned 90% of the time. Plus, he starting to be a real piggy and ask for bits of my meal and it gives me the perfect opportunity to feed him! He seems rather pleased with all the new weight and hopefully he hits the big 400 soon!
Until recently I’ve never been sure if I was into gaining. Fat admiration absolutely, but despite being quite hefty myself (Over 280) gaining/feedism has always been a field I wasn’t too sure about. Recently though I’ve been getting more and more into it for one reason.
A bit more than a year ago I got into a relationship with a wonderful man who I love very much. In addition to being all around sweet, kind, silly and having a lot of similar interests, he is also pretty fat. (Around 300 pounds) While it’s not the primary reason I love him, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t appreciate that he’s damn sexy. Recently, however, I’ve begun to get the desire to see both him and myself gain.
Thing is, he’s not a gainer and I don’t know if he’s satisfied with himself currently. He knows I like his size and is completely fine with it, but has mentioned before in passing that he still feels self-conscious about his weight not just for appearance but for health reasons. (I know that there’s not an inherent correlation between weight and health, but he’s not so convinced)
This is what makes me afraid to come out to him with this information; he wants to be healthy (Which I fully encourage; wanna have him around for a while after all, and you can absolutely be fat and healthy) but I would be telling him that I want him to do something that’s basically the antithesis of that as far as contemporary society is concerned. I don’t feel it’ll create a permanent rift between us, but I feel like he would look at me strangely for a while and perhaps even feel bad about himself.
Maybe someday I’ll work up the courage to tell him, but for now I’ll just have to live with it. It’s by no means bad; I still have a very attractive boyfriend with a wonderful personality who I might even end up marrying someday. If I don’t get to satisfy a minor fetish/fantasy then that’s just too bad, because I’d rather have a wonderful man like him. Part of me isn’t sure I even want it all the time because I do love him as he is and changing him both in appearance and personality seems strange to me.
Still… I can’t help but occasionally think about what our lives would be like if I did come out to him. Maybe he’d react poorly… but maybe he’d embrace it. I just sit back sometimes and imagine us feeding each other happily, playing with each others’ bellies, burping playfully and just taking pride in our gluttony. I wonder what we’d look like with another 20 pounds on our bodies… or 50… or 200…
Oh well, only time will tell. Whatever happens will happen for the best. For now I’ll just have to be conflicted.