Detransition+Feedee Kink Combo!!

“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.”

come ruin me fix me

10 : include he/him only on my social medias

20 : no shaving for a month (stackable)

30 : change name on social medias to my deadname real name (Wyatt)

40 : only use male public restroom

50 : cut my hair short

I don't think I need y'all's help getting worse but let's try it anyway. :)

Didn’t you ask this of me in the first place?

To see you? To indulge you?

To bring you more shows of my love?

Didn’t you beam in happiness when I cooked for you?

When I filled your plate?

Say thank you, and eat yourself stupid again and again?

You did.

You asked for this, sweet pea.

You asked for more.

You wanted it.

I brought the food, but you ate it all, like searching for proof of my love in every bite.

Like feeling the weight in your stomach soothed you. Made you feel more loved. Made you feel more adored.

Like you needed it.

It’s alright, baby. I’ll cook for you again.

Make you feel the tangible proof of just how beloved you are to me. Heavy, soft weight accumulating on your body.

It’s alright. I still love you, no matter how big you get.

“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.”

People spend too much time living in fear and trying to stave it off, but the obesity epidemic will win. There's no stopping it. Sooner or later, you and everyone you know will be plumped up fat, with soft curvy bodies and beautifully big bellies.

Don't be afraid, it'll only stress you out. Just embrace it. It's no so bad- in fact it's good. It's ideal. You'll love getting fat. You'll love eating everything you want, and you'll adore that warm feeling you get when your belly is full. You'll find yourself addicted to that feeling, and the newfound sense of accomplishment you get with every new pound and inch of flab. You'll look forward to comparing your body's growth to your friends', seeing how their body has fattened up compared to yours, because nobody's bodies fatten up in the same way.

And when you start to get turned on, comparing your plumped up form to your friends', embrace that too. Because no matter how hard society and pop culture have tried to brainwash you, there's nothing more beautiful or erotic than a beautifully plumped, obese body. Embrace it, worship it, fuck it. Eat more, fuck more, and live the natural life that we all want, deep down.

No matter how hard we try to fight it, deep down everyone wants to eat and everyone wants to fuck. So they should give up on fighting it and give in to gluttony and lust. Grow fatter and fatter, and fuck your friends. You know you want to.