hungry moth

This afternoon, I found myself at the end of an extended lunch. My roommate made some squash in the oven (with lots of butter) that they passed off onto me because they "didn't like the texture." Shortly after, I kept the air fryer running for awhile to make space in the freezer by eating the last of the garlic knots and cheese taquitos. My roommate reappeared to make sesame chicken, and of course I had to have some. Meanwhile, I nursed a few neat-looking cans of sweetened coffee and juice I found at the grocery store. It's fun to experiment with new flavors every so often.

At the end of all this, I find myself staring into the fridge, looking for one last snack to top it all off with before succumbing to a small food coma despite already feeling a little uncomfortably full. My eyes land on a bag of pasta salad I made a few days ago.

I like pasta salad. I've started preparing it in bulk to have an easy option waiting in the fridge for me when I'm hungry. This one is filled with cheeses, olives marinated in oils, cured meats, etc. Very decadent. (I'll share my recipe if you DM me.) It's had some time to marinate, and at this point the flavors are all fully melded together. It's delicious.

But, I'm really full. I rack my brain for a reason I could cajole myself into eating it. Nothing. Maybe if I shift my weight, I'll feel less full... no dice.

...

I grab the bag of pasta salad and a spoon and tell myself I'll have just one spoonful to sate my craving.

I end up eating way more than that.

And now I'm just sitting here in my computer chair, now definitely too full, and facing the consequences of my actions.

As a solo feedee who isn't a feeder, surrounded by content from other feedees, who hasn't really been interested in the dating game, it's easy for me to forget that feeders exist. I know, it sounds silly - of course feeders exist. The feedee/feedee relationship is the shining star of most feedee fantasies.

That's where I trip up, though. I assume that the feeder is just another chandelier we collectively hang when we weave our kinky narratives. In my mind, it perches alongside other tropes like appetite stimulants and instant weight gain. When I see text posts from feeders, or more recently, when I've received messages from people purporting to be feeders, I've been too quick to write them off as attempts at, I don't know, roleplay maybe? I just couldn't fathom them being serious.

Once in a blue moon, though, I see a text post or a tag from a feeder on here who's just as hooked on fattening up a partner as I'm hooked on being fattened up, and my brain.... just stops. That anon ask I posted earlier is a great example of that.

Okay, I've been holding onto this ask for a long, long time, and I apologize to the person who asked it, but I loved coming back to it and rereading it as my feedee tendencies waned and waxed over the last several months.

long-overdue belly update