Wildly horny flailing

THIS BLOG IS FOR MY WG KINK

A couple of things to remember here;

We are all more person than kink. I will always value consent, and the humanity of a person over my, admittedly raging, fetish. Some things posted here are to scratch the itch in my brain and are NOT things I'm seeking in real life.

Consent! If I reblog something of yours and you don't want me to, PLEASE message me so I can take it down.

No, I don't want to feed you. I don't want you to grow "for" me. Do what you want for your own body and happiness. I'd love to be a spectator to your wg journey, but I'm not here to do the labour of encouraging people.

I'm into very fat people. I want to celebrate that fact here. As respectfully as possible, I'm not particularly interested in flirting with people under 500lbs. I mention this because there are so many "aspiring gainers" who only want to talk about the fetish, and effectively role-play without being upfront about it. There are plenty of other people who are into that, and I wish you luck in finding them.

DON'T SEND ME GENITAL PICS.

I'm starting to put content tags above the things I write - I'll be using them only on my work, not re-posts.

These are there to give a general idea of the contents of the piece, but are not intended to function as content warnings.

My writing in general will contain themes like body appreciation - fat and otherwise, weight gain - from implied to extreme to immobility, encouragement, feeding, sex, soft teasing, bondage, etc.

I am not ruling our horror or gore, but those will be tagged and I don't intend to use them to "punish" fat characters for being fat. (I'm stuck for how to explain that better right now. But think "Vampire only drinks the blood of fat people." and not "Vampire messily devours fat people.")

It will not contain the various expulsions of the digestive system, extreme viscera or gore, realistic medical themes, death feedism, humiliation, or incest themes of any kind.

These are hard limits.

Hahaha "let"

Hahahahahaha!

You'd be fucking begging for it and you know it.

Thank you, that's very sweet of you to tell me 💜

I'm so glad it's making you feel good about your journey.

Just a little bit more?

Not even a full bite, baby, just a nibble?

It's so good isn't it? My eyes rolled back in my head too, when I had my first taste. You've been moaning and humming with pleasure ever since we sat down to enjoy this. It has been a delight to share this with you.

And now you're so, so full. I know you love this part; your body telling you in no uncertain terms how well you've eaten. This is the point where you ask for my hands on your belly, gentle and firm, to help soothe away some of the discomfort. I am always more than willing.

But this time... this time there is something you have to do for me to earn it. You've been talking bigger than usual lately when we're deciding what to eat. You told me how ravenous you were today, and how you were going to eat everything you possibly could.

Just a little more? I promise I'll start rubbing your belly just the way you like as soon as it's at your lips. Just... mmmm, well done.

I'm so proud of you, I can feel how full you are, so tight and round just here. Let me really sink my fingers in. You're getting so, so big. Look at how lusciously fat you've made yourself. Pleasure and excess suit you beautifully.

Another bite? Are you sure? You've eaten so much tonight, you've been so greedy. Have you seen how much lower your belly hangs now than it did just a few months ago? If you keep eating like this, you're going to get so fat that it will hang past your knees.

Mmmmmm. I thought you might say that, my greedy, fat, hedonist. I'll bring the desert while you finish the last of what's in front of you.

I'm going to make you so full. I'm going to feed you every bit of the treat I have in store for you, just a little bit at a time. When you start to struggle I will tease your gasping lips with my fingers, and gently slide each morsel in myself.