Jude

I'm such a sucker for limited mobility like the thought of having to waddle as your belly sways in font of you, the fact that u are now sooo slow because of your fat thighs, all movements limited by your fat, eating untill u can't stand for 2 long so u have to take little rests as you make your way around and if u leave the house to go shopping well no doubt about it u will be using a mobility scooter fuck it's all just so HOT~

literally every anti-feedism take reads like "fat fetishists are bad, we're protecting fat people from them, everyone knows once you get that big it's gross for someone to be attracted to you, plus it's disgusting to want to get fatter because fat is bad/unhealthy/ugly"

they're always like 3 takes away from saying "fat people can't consent"

it’s important to start pride month fat and end it fatter

Is it that wrong to want to be fat and worshiped and doted on from time to time

Consider: Horny needy fat boys that have eaten so much they’ve temporarily rendered themselves helplessly immobile. They whine and moan whilst pinned under their own stuffed gut, and get hornier with each labored movement. They watch you watch them struggle to even breathe comfortably and find euphoria in reveling in your attention. They’ll look up at you with pleading eyes and shy expectation…“I need more”, they’ll whisper. And of course, you will always bring them just that. 🥰

i wanna make u try on all the clothes i’ve fattened u out of n grope ur exposed blubber n cram cake down ur throat while i tease u for letting me turn u into such an obese piglet 🥺🤲🏾

Not being able to reach properly to masturbate is actually so so so so so fucking hot. Like the gluttony you’ve brought on yourself is now the same reason why you can’t reach over that soft gut and it’s so good. It’s like those old myths and tales of how one’s greed can come back to bite you in a much more hedonistic horny way. Its poetic and hot and I love it

You're trying desperately not to moan as I bounce your chubby belly up and down. Every nerve ending in your midsection is completely electrified by the feeling of your soft fat jiggling, waves of pleasure pulsing throughout your entire body. You can hardly breath, your mouth hanging open, breathing in short gasps of air. The feeling is so overwhelming that all you can do is watch. You see my hands pinching the lower curve of your belly, your soft midsection bouncing hypnotically, your chubby rolls rippling gently. You can't believe that this is your body now. You can't believe that you've been fattened up this much. The disbelief just adds to your excitement. How did you get so fat?! The excitement becomes unbearable and you finally let out a moan, unable to hold back anymore. You reach down and grab the back of my hands, pushing them into your chub, sinking them even deeper into your fat belly, wanting them even closer. I start to rub your round gut deeply, running my fingers through the soft rolls on your sides, feeling them between my fingers. You had told yourself that you were going to slow down your gain, but now you wouldn't even dream of it. All you want in this moment is more. More fat, more food, more pleasure, more softness. All you want is to surrender yourself to me and let me make you as fat as I want. You don't care. You'll get fatter for me, you'll eat whatever I want you to eat, you'll be my fat piggy. You just want to be mine. You lean back, staring down helplessly at your jiggling fat, lost in the ecstasy of my firm hands on your soft belly.

Most days I prefer soft feedism but man sometimes I just want a cute person tie me up and hook me up to a feeding tube and watch as I swell up like a blimp and be mean to me until I'm so fat I couldn't possibly fight back even if I was untied

God forbid fat people are beautiful and divine and worthy of kind words. God forbid feedism is tender and raw and honest and open. God forbid moulding a body for pleasure is pleasurable.