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tgirls who can’t afford top surgery gaining weight to plump up their tits

tgirls whose hips and asses aren’t plumping up the way they’d like on e gaining weight to outgrow armed chairs

tgirls whose transition goals feature being a curvy bimbo gaining weight so all their silly little heads have room for is food and sex

tgirls who want to be seen as cute and soft and delicate gaining weight and rotting their brains on how soft and playable their bellies are

tgirls who get insane cravings from e gaining weight because they aren’t depriving themselves anymore

tgirls who have low confidence in their bodies gaining weight to make themselves more confident

Heyoo so we casually have an extremely transphobic person within the feedism community, please block and or report this person!

Lil bit of extra evidence

Him.

His voice is low and steady, the kind that makes it easy to stop thinking and simply listen. “Just listen,” he tells her quietly, and the words seem to sink straight through her mind. Everything else drifts further away with every breath she takes.

At some point she realises she can’t move. There’s nothing restraining her- no ropes, no hands holding her in place- but when she tries to move her hand, nothing happens. Her body simply waits exactly where he left it, still and obedient. The awareness makes her stomach twist faintly, and she hears the quiet amusement in his voice when he notices.

“Good girl.”

The praise lands warm and heavy in her chest. Meanwhile, everything inside her is doing the opposite of stillness. Her awareness sharpens slowly, deliberately. Every small sensation seems brighter, every breath deeper, until a restless warmth begins to coil low in her body. It grows with each passing moment, tightening gradually into an ache she can’t ignore.

It’s impossible to push the feeling away. Her thoughts start circling the same quiet need over and over again- relief, release, some way to ease the tension building inside her. But whenever the feeling climbs too high, something in her mind gently pushes it back down again, holding her right on the edge. Her breathing becomes uneven, and it’s humiliating how badly she wants it, how little space there is left in her head for anything except that growing ache.

He lets her stay there for a while, watching the way the tension builds. “Poor thing,” he murmurs, the words soft with quiet amusement. His voice cuts cleanly through the haze in her mind, pulling her focus straight back to him. “That need… it’s getting a bit overwhelming, isn’t it?”

She can’t answer, but she knows he can see it anyway.

After a moment he continues, calm and certain. “You can move now.”

The invisible weight around her body loosens instantly, but the pressure inside her doesn’t fade. If anything, it feels sharper now- restless and insistent, impossible to ignore. “And all that desperate little energy,” he says gently, “doesn’t belong to you.”

Her mind latches onto the words automatically.

“It belongs to me.”

The shift is immediate. Every restless thought, every urge that’s been building suddenly turns toward him like it’s the only direction left in the world. Serving. Pleasing. The quiet instinct to chase even the smallest sign of approval. His hand tilts her chin up slightly so she has no choice but to keep her attention on him.

“Focus,” he says.

She does. The tension inside her only grows stronger the more she gives into it, but she no longer wants to escape it. The truth settles quietly into the back of her mind as she looks up at him.

She isn’t going to get the relief she wants.

Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

I did not hit the self-destruct button! I was silenced! I’m officially an INTERNET FUGITIVE! this is my initial post just getting the word out, sorry if it’s a bit rushed and panicky - I’m trying not to get too worked up over it and just get this out there as efficiently as possible, but I’m the user behind @fatliberation. I am posting this from my feed1sm community blog, which was initially a safe haven for me to reach directly to the feed1st community without the scrutiny of non-feed1sts. luckily, it was not attached to the account that got terminated. go figure! I’ve sent an appeal request to tumblr, but I am doubtful that my blog will be reinstated because feed1sm is officially against tumblr’s community guidelines. yes, this is discrimination. here’s why feed1sm is not a fucking eating disorder.

obviously, I’m in extreme distress over this, because I did not have any of my work backed up. I’m devastated to have lost the hundreds of asks sitting in my inbox, the lists of resources I’ve compiled, and the six years worth of work in the form of replies and essays.

I know that much of my work is still out there on each of your individual blogs as reblogs. I might eventually try to organize a combing operation for specific posts so that some of it can be saved.

I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I will send updates from this blog. I will most likely make my own website with a domain that I own, but it will take me awhile. as many of you know, I’ve worked through a brick wall of deep-rooted shame to get to this point, so my blog being terminated on the account of promoting a culture of harm has caused my brain to backslide into shame-land. I’m experiencing anxiety and doubts about my character that haven’t come up in years. this termination happened during a time where I was taking a break from posting because my mental health was already on unstable ground. so it all kind of came crashing in on me. I’m okay. my friends are here for me. I know that it will take me a minute to get back up from this, but I am not going anywhere.

THEY CAN’T KEEP THIS BAD FATTY DOWN!

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If you’re reading this, please spread this post around so my people can find me. my ko-fi account still lives.

I hope that even though much of it has been lost, the footprint it left will live on. running that blog has changed my life in immeasurable ways. getting to interact and learn from you all brought me community, acceptance, and love. I cannot express my gratitude to everyone who has supported me, and who stood behind me when I became vocal about feed1sm. you mean the world to me. I refuse to be silenced. my only ask is that you please keep spreading and circulating the fat liberation flag.

so. I’m wiping my tears and trying to think of this as rebirth. wherever I go from here, I won’t have to worry about censorship. when I got the news that it was all gone, the first thing that came to mind was this scene from pixar’s up.

In the end, it’s just a blog.

In liberation,

how about white collar mommy and her beloved sugar baby who does nothing but laze and stuff herself silly at home? Yes.

how about white collar mommy and her beloved sugar baby who does nothing but laze and stuff herself silly at home? Yes.

How far your mind has slipped.

How big you’re truly going to get.

You thought in your head a few pounds wouldn’t hurt.

Eating for a hot girl wasn’t so bad.

You could lose it anyways.

Oh how wrong you were fatty.

You’ve blown up since you’ve met me.

Your belly expanding outward.

Love handles pouring over your sides.

Jiggling like a bowl of jello.

Ass and thighs widening out. Wobbling with every step you take.

Tits swelling up.

Face plumping up.

Yet you’re blissfully unaware.

Gorging your little heart out.

Packing pound after pound onto your body just because I told you to.

I just keep watching as you finally become permanently addicted.

A glutton forever.

it's scary how powerful it can be, isn't it? don't be afraid. you don't need to fear pleasure, like society expects. pleasure feels good for a reason. why would you contribute to a world that rejects pleasure? while everyone is miserable trying to fit the cookie cutter body, lifestyle, and personality, you get to sink into pure pleasure. do you feel that tidal wave, that new feeling you can't decide to accept or reject?

anxiety and excitement are near identical emotions... sounds like instead of fear, that excites you in more ways than one? ready to metamorphize--to change and grow and find your life's purpose? finally free to escape the "dreams" others planted in your head. those were never yours to begin with. if they were... would you be reading this still?

you are beginning to understand. do you need my guidance to make good decisions, piglet? do you need someone who knows first hand how you feel, someone who can use that to shape the life you deserve. you know you desire it, and your body does too. listen to it.

if everyone else knew the answer, they would be much better off and much happier, hm? now is your chance. are you ready to hear what you've been looking for for so long? you aren't meant to be like everyone else. haven't you always felt that, maybe for decades? return to your desire. you don't need to know what it is. it will come to you as you grow.

tell me, fatty. do you imagine it? day and night? those visions, do you try to shove it back down, only to find yourself just as drawn in? every time you hide from your desire you only stoke the fire next time. a fire that burns until you can't ignore it... you need someone that will control it now, because you can't control it. more than likely you find yourself sinking more often, maybe all the time, and every time it feels that much better. it's so much harder to go back. this only proves you are the right path. normal people don't want this, but you do.

my poor gooner gainer, just give in. you're a fattening failing addict now; your vice may be binging, boozing, bating, bonging, breaking your brain. more is better. more for your brainless binging boner. do you like those words, fatty? do you like how they sound? why don't we practice? chug a big drink, suck down a few hits, and start filling your belly bigger for pure bate pleasure. fast or slow doesn't matter as long as those braincells drip out. one hand to sip and one that strokes, one that dips and one that tokes. remember this is real and this is your life's work. task completion is necessary to increase pleasure and dependence. a mantra may make the task easier by triggering you. now, speak your new life into permanence and feel how hot it makes you feel. "I am a pig. I love pumping to [pot, porn, pizza, pina coladas, plastic, so on], I love being addicted to pleasure, I love being simple and submissive."

feels right doesn't it? you're learning so many new things, but it's time to think with only one head now. your brain is too busted to do anything but send more pleasure chemicals when you try to make good choices. bad choices are hotter. pleasure is your purpose. make a bad choice. simple pigs find pleasure in praise. fuck your brain and fuck your life for me. I will help you make good choices worse choices and when you do I will praise you, but the dopamine spike isn't enough for your little stimuli hungry brain. you need more.

More fast food in your big bloated overindulged bator belly will fix it... you don't need to be hungry to eat. Overcomsumption in morbidly obese piglets should be constant and mindless. Being full is comfortable, being stuffed is submissive, being desperate for more is normal. Maximize pleasure and submit to this. Your brain isn't meant to do anything but break... it feels so good to fail at life for your addiction to hedonism and excess. that big, slow, mindfuck of dopamine dependence and addiction, intox, and slobbish depravity pushed in deeper and deeper every time... you need more mindfucking to cause permanent pleasure and porn damage. no it's not fixable, but I'll tell you it is while we make you even worse.

don't deactivate your account, addict. it's time to bate and binge more, big guy. that big, swollen gut isn't the only thing poking out a foot... you need this to be your normal now. all eyes on you while you moan and brap and beg for more while you pack so much food in you can barley move. lazier is hotter and fatter is lazier. you just sink and pack more weight on. how long til that fat pad is so big you'll always need my help to get worse?

Just in case anybody ever has a question whether or not I am the fuckin GOAT 👅👑💖