i almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain

~John Keats

Listening to a podcast about bodies and eating disorders and the body positivity movement of the last decade ish and hearing someone say (paraphrasing from memory here) "body positivity was all capitalism, there were no legislative changes, just new brands of jeans"

Legislative changes are super important but I cannot emphasize enough that jeans coming in bigger sizes and fat-friendly cuts is actually a really big deal! With meaningful impacts on people's lives (including mine)! Fat people do need clothes! And you may not realize this, but if you're over a certain size (that's not even that big a size) there's a very good chance you can go to a big box store and *not find anything that fits you*. There are towns in the US where if you're over a size 18 you need to drive an hour away or shop online to get things in your size. And they're expensive! "Just buy used" if they even have your size! Fat people want to look nice too. And we face enough judgement during job interviews (to give one example) without trying to do it in clothes that don't fit or are super uncomfortable.

Actually: If you're fat and you want to look cute/hot/masc/femme/etc I cannot recommend this website enough, you put in your measurements and it lists what brands have your size. You can filter for stuff like sensory friendly, nonbinary, masc, organic, etc. It's not AI just a database.

There are like, 5 (ok 6) universal truths I have learned as an ffa/feedist over the years:

Throw other ppls opinions in the garbage//also no one cares if you date very fat ppl and if they do care they probably don’t deserve to be in your life

There are so many cool hot fat ppl in the world. Don’t settle for that one really hot really fat dude who has shitty politics and hates women. There are lots of really hot fat dudes who have good politics and are committed to unpacking misogyny (don’t let dudes treat you like shit just because they weigh 600 lbs @@@@@@ me all through my 20’s)

Find really good friends who are also feedists because they are the ones who truly know what’s up

Be comfortable being alone and being by yourself. Finding partners who are into this kink and share your interests is really fucking hard and rare but worth it. But in order to get here ya gotta be real good with being by yourself and at peace with yourself

Unlearn anti fat bias but also (!!!) don’t let the mainstream, pearl clutching, morality obsessed fat lib movement make you feel like you are broken for being a feedist

140->270->405

This feedist fiction about a European feedress and an American male feedee is very long and set somewhere in the US midwest. I will post it in several parts. part II

In general for all parts: female feeder/male feedee, ffa fluff and romance, relationship, feedism, car stuffing, food fair, body worship, slight public play, stuffing

Summertime fatness

It was a warm summer day and we had planned a day trip to a smaller city, so I would get to see more of the state’s landscape, and there was a street food market and we also wanted to stop by a lake beach on the way back. My home town had plenty of natural waters for swimming in the summer and was close to the sea after all and adult life had been disillusioning in that regard because I had to learn that most places just had these artificial chlorine pools.

Our life was based on not having to accept unnecessary disappointments of adult life - I‘d never have to watch horror movies and pretend to find anxiety recreational, you didn’t have to become the human equivalent of a motivational office poster and go through an identity crisis signified by overpriced bikes and excess knowledge about coffee, I‘d do my make up like I was still 14 if I wanted to - I just enjoyed looking a little cheap when I wasn’t working sometimes and of course, I would fully support your diet that looked like it was planned by an 8 year old fat kid. The more colours your cereal bowl has, the healthier it is, eat the rainbow, Sweetie! Sure, we were thriving in our more serious areas of life but what was the point of this protestant work ethic that people applied to their free time these days? I was working out because I liked it, sometimes for strength, sometimes because I simply enjoyed having a fat ass and massive thighs that I deemed worth the chub rub. 

I got up before you to get ready pick out your clothes for the day - I chose soft breathable mint coloured shorts and a white tee made from a heavier fabric with an that fit you well because the sleeves were generous, it left plenty of room for your back and shoulders while still being pleasantly short and tight around your waist because the designers had expected this to fit a body builder with more of a V-taper when we were going for an O-shape. Your white sneakers would go well with this and it would match the pastel pink linen dress I had in mind for myself today. I showered myself and got ready. 

Afterwards I went to the kitchen and prepared our breakfast drinks to take them with us in the car - it was iced matcha season for me and iced whatever you wanna call that American syrup overloaded caricature of a coffee season for you. I wonder why a people would develop such an obesity epidemic when cream and liquid caramel was a normal thing to add to your coffee. Leaders of the fat world. I got two of the blueberry muffins out of the fridge that I made the other day and got you a large glass of water as well because all that summer sweating required a lot of hydration. 

I then went to wake you up - I climbed back into bed in my dress smelling all freshly showered while you were a bit greasy and sweaty from the night as always. I didn’t mind that much though because I got to wake you up by slowly kneading and touching your multiple layers of soft lard growing for me.

"Good morning“, you muttered still sleepy, but smiling because today was going to be a wonderful day. You playfully pulled me closer and put my face between your moobs while kissing me on my head. You reached for the water and it was gone in a second. We cuddled for a moment and I slowly fed you the muffins because we needed to get your blood sugar up to get you going.

You didn’t question whatever timing I chose to feed you anymore - we had planned fast food breakfast on the way which was still a foreign invention to me that I needed to learn more about. You simply mindlessly opened your mouth whenever I wanted you to eat, looking ever so docile and obedient. We decided you should get up and shower now because we wanted to start our day.

I relaxed on the couch and did my make up, watched some fitness YouTuber while my dream hog was cleaning his luxurious rolls for me. You opened the bathroom door and asked me for your clothes because you had forgotten them. Of course I got up and brought them to you because it was good that you had become used to avoiding any extra movement, plus I needed to help cover you in sunscreen anyway. My pig must stay nice and rosy if I expose his soft skin to direct sun for a few hours.

It always took quite a bit of product for such a large body, but I loved our little summer ritual. I got to examine the new rolls that had formed on the back of your neck, grab your love handles and back fat and even feel your permanently swollen ankles because bending down was unnecessarily exhausting for you. You brushed your teeth while the lotion dried and I used the time to get my hair in order. 

Now that I was already here, I decided to get out the scale and make you step on it before you got dressed. "315 lbs! I think that is an important benchmark for guys working on their body, Sweetie!“ You stepped off and did a sassy jiggling movement in front of the mirror before you pulled me in to kiss me. I was always relieved to see you were happy in your body. I had succeeded in stopping your last doubts about turning you into an ever expanding lard landscape. Your body is a wonderland! My wonderland, to be precise. The outfit I picked up looked great and the shirt started riding up a little the minute you lifted your arms slightly, perfect.

We got into the car and stopped by some fast food place. I had inquired before what you liked but still had no idea what some things were and also, it was better to be safe than sorry, so I ordered too much as usual. I still wasn’t used to the portion sizes and some might also argue that by now, I was using it as an excuse to look innocent while adding an easy extra 700 calories to your meal every time. Burgers looked tiny in your big hands anyway. I liked what I got for myself - my breakfast burger had chicken, an egg and I had gotten a salad with avocado as well. The fresh produce here was actually better than expected. We ate in the car so I would get another live performance of a car stuffing. But first I made you take off your shirt since it was white and you should avoid getting food stains on it at least for now (definitely hadn’t planned to use this exact argument to make you eat shirtless again when picking it out). 

After I was done with my food, I enjoyed my drink while I watched you dig into the third breakfast burger already - your double chin was nicely greased up and you kept licking your fingers in between bites. I casually groped your belly and moobs while listening to your satisfied chewing noises. It was so hot that you were such a glutton that you didn’t even pay much attention to whatever I was doing when you were digging into some high palatability food again. We had to leave room for the market stuff but it was still over an hour until we‘d be there and fast food didn’t exactly keep you full for long, so you would be fine. 

You firmly grabbed my thick muscular thigh with your chubby fingers after finishing your meal and enjoyed the already desperately horny little moan I let out before you leaned in for another kiss. Your lips were looking plump and shiny again and I digged the confidence you had developed - you had learned so well how to play with my chronic thirsting for your fatness and knew you’d get instant gratification whenever you wanted by simply letting me watch you eat and touching me right after it. Wow, women really are easy when you’re fat!

dating is so hard these days, e.g.

when I walk up to a group of guys to pursue ✨ my dream of landing the fat friend✨ in a group of regular/fit guys, I just get bellyblocked again by all his friends who think I wanna talk to them.

when I try to make contact with a handsome fatty at the gym, I'm either getting bellyblocked by his skinny friend who for some reason won't ever let my object of desire go on his own or

when I manage to strike up conversation, he'll tell me about his weight loss plans within the first two minutes to justify his fat existence (breaking my heart, rude).

when I explicitly say I want a big guy, people keep misunderstanding me as wanting a wide bodybuilder and yeah, kind of... just the kind who's building a landscape for me to lie on and relax my muscles. So I guess this is hermeneutical bellyblocking.

when most fatties I meet lack confidence, no matter if they're actively trying to lose weight or not, so they're bellyblocking everyone by default.💔

- teasing subby feeders by sitting on their lap, pinning them down with your weight, showing them how their hard work has paid off.

- edging a sub feeder with a vibrator, keeping it on the whole time you're eating, but not allowing them to come until you've finished all your food. keeping them over sensitive and absolutely wrecked.

- showing off to your feeder, giving them a proper strip tease in clothes that definitely fit better a couple pounds ago, watching how horny it makes them.

- refusing to fuck your feeder, telling them they have to get themself off by humping your thigh or belly, watching them fall apart on your body, without ever touching them.

- making your feeder cook you a big meal, watching how horny they get being forced to just sit and watch you eat, shifting their hips and whimpering with the desire to feed you.

“Oh, he’s not overweight, he’s just fluffy.”

“Overfeed him? No, I just leave food out and he knows how much he needs.”

“His health is fine, so what if he breaths a bit heavier and doesn’t move as much.”

“Yeah, he has to be careful on some of the furniture, TOTALLY not because he’s too heavy for them though, they’re just really cheap and flimsy is all.”

“The clothes I ordered for him are too tight, I guess the website’s sizes must be wrong.”

“He gets stuck in things sometimes but that’s just because they make everything smaller these days.”

“He has been getting a little rounder lately, but that’s just cause I’ve been too busy to take him out for walks as much.”

“When he’s a good boy, I give him extra treats, and my little angel is always a good boy.”

1. “Aww you’re so eager to fill up. I love how desperate to indulge you are, like you’ve never eaten before in your life.”

2. “Mmmm you’re doing so well, making all this food disappear like a champ. No wonder you’re getting fatter.”

3. “Oof I’m really starting to see you swell up now. I love when your stomach is so crammed with everything you devoured.”

4. “Fuck you’re still going. Have a little more for me. Do it again. Did you finish your drink? I know it hurts a little. Don’t stop now. I need you like this.”

5. “Oh my god you’re perfect, such a good fatty for me, you look so nice and hot and absolutely STUFFED.”

Omg yes! So many wonderful FFA's and couples on here 🥰 I hope I don't forget anyone I may be adding onto this list in the comments, in no particular order

@bluegsblog + @stuffmetothemax

@feedmemommy

@biggieandsweets

@amph1tr1t3 + @shamelessglutton

@faloverbabe + @fatmatress

@feedeefeedergirl + @blobinprogress

@ihatemakingusernames + @mortiskiller

@verytinybun + @cantstopgaining

@jollygiant-and-his-feeder

@thatshy-ffa

@xxxsharpcheddar

@lovely-ari

@princessffa