Heavy Themes

“Hey, I’ve noticed your partners been breathing really heavily lately. Maybe it’s time to adjust her diet?”

“I know how much you love your partner, but she’s been getting pretty big from all those extra treats you’ve been feeding her.”

“I’m worried about your partner’s health! People aren’t meant to be obese like that, she’s having trouble moving around like she used to. It’s not cute, it’s actually really sad.”

*Said while I’m putting away a large portion of food into an already bulging belly* “Wow, your partner is really food motivated, huh?”

Bonus points if when I come over, her family rubs my belly and praises me for how cute and chubby I am while scolding my girlfriend for how much bigger my belly has grown since the last time we visited. While she denies their claims, she sets me down at the dining room table and puts yet another plateful of food in front of me so I can fill my belly to the brim. My breathing gets heavier throughout the argument until my plate is clear and I’m dangerously close to popping. The entire drive home my loving girlfriend praises me and rubs my aching gut, but not before handing me a thick and calorically dense shake to soothe the rumbling in my stomach. Maybe she’d feel a pang of guilt when I tilt my seat back in the car to allow room for my bigger belly and pant from how full I am. Maybe she’d wonder if she should cut back on how many treats I get. Maybe she’d see reason when she’s having to help squeeze me into my jeans because my belly is getting so big that I struggle to button them myself.

chunky maple

just like dj khaled would say: anotha one

was kinda tired of all the finger wagging on regular bmi sites so i was like you know what…im gonna just make my own that celebrates high bmi’s instead 😤 i know bmi is a nonesense metric anyways but it’s still HOT so here we are

try it and lmk if it works for you! or if you have any suggestions for improvements (:

(confetti if you’re overweight or above!! 🥳)

by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore 

never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.

find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.

talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore

picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else

Like every time I trip and fall, instead of saying “l’m just a disaster human” I say “I’m the epitome of grace and beauty”

Or like, when I draw a picture I’m not 100% happy with, instead of saying “my art is trash” I say something like “you know I think it’s time we replaced the Mona Lisa”

When you do that you get to make a joke, but you’re ALSO getting practice building yourself up, y’know?

I replaced “I’m stupid” with “I’m a God damn genius.” “Move over newton” “another masterpiece”

I replaced “gross/ disgusting” with “sexy/attractive” “the hight of elegance”

I replaced “I suck/ that sucked/ this is bad” with “fantastic”, “a lovely time”, “ swell/jolly good”

Replace every negative with a positive. Say it so sarcastically. Make it complicated make it entertaining have fun with it.

I got deactivated again!🎉🎈🥳

Pretty transphobic/fatphobic of tumblr if you ask me (honestly not joking lol) BUT! We persevere 😤 Because honestly the queer feedist community on tumblr is v beloved to me and I can't stay away.

Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.

Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.

And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?

Clingy Feedees

Feedees that can’t get enough of both food and you

You’re in the kitchen making breakfast? Your feedee is hugging you from behind. Pressing their soft belly into your back... letting their hands wander aimlessly... kissing your shoulders and neck as they ask you what you’re making. Each kiss, grope, and nudge from their massive gut is a delicious distraction and you struggle to make sure you don’t burn the house down.

You need to get some work done in your home office after an afternoon of stuffing and cuddling your feedee? You leave them passed out on the couch only to hear them slowly shuffling and grunting about as they waddle their way to your office not even 10 minutes later. They’re stuffed to the brim and huffing and puffing by the time they make it to the doorway but they’ve got a snack in one hand and a book in the other because they fully intend on sitting with you while you work. You watch them plop down into the small recliner next to your desk. You hear the frame “squeak” (lets be honest.. it was probably more like a crack) as it adjusts to newly added weight and you instantly know you won’t be getting much work done.

Have somewhere to be in the morning? Make sure your alarm is adjusted to account for the 40 minutes you’ll be spending in your feedee’s arms as they hold you close in hopes that you’ll give in to the temptation of their pillowy curves. They’ll spend the whole time whispering in your ear, complaining about you having to leave and trying to convince you to just stay home and feed them instead. They’ll say they’re HUNGRY...in more ways than one. This works in their favor about 70% of the time