hi wonderful folks 🥹💗. I haven’t been as active on here - life got busy and I’m autismly bad at managing multiple interests and commitments, but @doughyfatfox and I have been quietly adding and editing bits to the site. though lately I’ve been having a little dip in motivation + inspiration, and was planning on continuing to procrastinate on this;

I hate to admit that a teensy part of this was fuelled by the doomer in me, where I sometimes can only muster up the energy to exist as a fat queer in this fascist hellscape. until we got the news that @fatliberation’s blog got fucking nuked by tumblr!! (and thank fuck they reinstated it!! 😡) ohhh the rage and grief i feel for my community, enough to fuel me to get my grips back on archiving all the wonderful and important content we have!

so we wanted to put out another call-out for submissions and archive requests!

but can i also just quickly say, the submissions, love and encouragement we’ve received for this site has filled me with so much joy and purpose 😭💖. all your guestbook messages, lived experience, seeing the kink jars I’ve made on your blogs means the world to me and it does not go unseen. thank you for making me feel so connected to this community even at times when I struggle to actively engage in it 💗. anyway, back to the point of this post!!

what are we looking for?

🎶 I'm a lumberslut and I'm okay, 🎶

50 pound gain needing another 50

Tight, painful belly after i drank the biggest shake I've ever made yesterday afternoon, was like 3/4 gallon (took two funnel chugs plus slowly forcing down the remainder a bit later) and god knows how many calories between the pound of peanut butter, pint of heavy cream and generous heaps of cake mix/ice cream. There's a vid of me funneling it, maybe I'll post it later idk. Also ate three donuts plus a fairly big diner breakfast of hash and eggs.. would've been better if the food wasn't SO shitty, how do you fuck up both my over easy eggs and still serve them, I was a brunch cook for ages and the one rule is you do it right or toss it and start over bc serving a fucked up egg is unacceptable, they even fucked up my bffs over hards like they were burned to a crisp omfgggggg

Oh right uhhhh anyway here's some pics from this morning

You’re doing so good eating, sweet thing. You don’t need to think. Just chew… swallow. Good boy. There you are. There’s my good boy.

You deserve a treat. The world is tough. Here you can be safe. Just… focus on swallowing.

I smile sweetly and place some snacks down next to you , giving you a kiss on your cheek as you mumble that you're not hungry. I just smile and tell you to relax, you deserve it after a long day at work. It's only so long before your willpower runs out and you start sneakily eating the snacks. I walk past a few times to discreetly fill up the bowl, making sure you have plenty to mindlessly stuff yourself on. As your hand finally hits an empty bowl, I see your cheeks flush red again and you instinctively shift in your chair, attempting in vain to pull your shirt back down.

Here sweetheart, I have dinner for you. I watch your greedy eyes widen as you see the gigantic plate of food coming towards you. "Babe, I'm not that hungry, it's too much food" you plead with me "Aw just eat what you can, I don't want to have to go back and take food off!" I reply, an innocent smile on my face. You eat ravenously, moaning quietly with joy as you push forkful after forkful into your mouth. I make sure I only steal short glances at you. I don't want you to be aware that I'm watching you as you stuff yourself silly. I heard your fork scraping on an empty plate and look up to meet your gaze. You're blushing again.

Your chubby face is glowing red now, small remnants of food linger around your mouth as you hold my gaze. I lick my lips before delicately asking

"Would you like some more, sweetheart?"

You look away, put a hand on your belly before gently nodding. I return with another, fully loaded plate. You look up and begin to protest but I'm too fast. I swoop down and place my hand on your stuffed belly, delightedly giving it a small squeeze, feeling the permanent layer of softness that has been growing. I kiss you on your cheek and gently whisper "it's okay, a growing boy like you needs lots of food". You say nothing, I can feel the heat from your cheeks as they burn with embarrassment. But you pick up the fork again, and I know you won't be putting it back down until every last piece of food has been eaten.

You sit there dangerously stuffed full, your breathing heavy. I see another flash of red hot embarrassment as I grab your empty plate once again. "Let me get you some dessert" I say to you. Before you even have time to protest, I undo the button on your jeans and your stuffed belly plops out onto your lap. You can't help but let out a moan of relief as your stuffed belly has new room to occupy. I return with a large slice of cake and quickly sit down next to you, preparing a large forkful and holding it up to your mouth in one smooth movement. "It's okay sweetheart, you just enjoy yourself. I know how much you like your food, you don't have to be embarrassed about it, or about how your body is growing and changing. You just enjoy yourself and keep mindlessly eating. "