Chuuby Kitty

It’s my birthday let me feed you cake!

if you insist👀

it was the best of times (eating in bed), it was the worst of times (crumbs in bed)

"fat and happy" is an understatement... i love food! i love being excited and joyful at the thought of eating, i love being grateful and resplendent after a good meal. i love having a soft, pudgy tummy to nourish and take care of, i love the feeling of being full and well fed! i love eating as much as i want, whenever i want and being rewarded with a soft tummy, bright eyes and full cheeks, with body that loves me and trusts me to keep it satiated and well nourished. i love rubbing my belly after a big meal and showing so much love to this thing that's working so hard just to keep me alive. i love everything about food, eating and what it does to my body. i love being fat and i love being so soft and full of love because i'm eating. loving food and loving to eat is something intimate, it's admitting to being a soft, vulnerable creature and being proud of it. to love food is to love taking care of yourself and being taken care of, it's synonymous with loving life itself

reflecting on how fucking awesome it is that my brain is wired to get off on keeping myself well-nourished. genius move genuinely excellent stuff. why wouldn’t i want to be horny about a thing i have to do every day to survive, especially as a person who struggles with executive dysfunction? being full after every meal and eating plenty of proteins and fats and carbs?? yeah lemme jerk off about it. amazing

Loves

thank you sweetness🥰