π€ Hi I'm Sam, I'm a small fat 33-year-old queer fat admirer and fetishist into soft feedism & weight gain.
π€ I'm married in a closed relationship but DMs are okay for non-kinky chat :)
π€ I also write fanfiction and original stories over at kinkratonthestreets on AO3 (most stories locked for AO3 users only due to AI scraping concerns βΉοΈ)
π€ Fat liberation is an essential component to feedism and fat-related fetishes and is a frequent topic on here as well
Fave kinks that might pop up on here more often: soft dom feedee/sub feeder dynamics, chubby/fat to fatter weight gain kink, soft feedism, weight gain encouragement
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I abandoned my tagging system to be honest, but for my older posts, my most common tags are below β¬οΈ
(I usually remember to tag off-topic posts as "not the usual", liveblogging my writing process as "quiet-writing", and harder dom/sub or pain play topics as "not soft" if you want to blacklist those tags to hide the posts from your dash.)
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Love the idea of being at a kink party with a cute, leashed up feeder pet.
Flustering them as they listen to me boast about their obedience, praising them for sitting patiently at my feet.
Showing off how well they serve me, how attentively they fetch me food and beer and worship my heft.
Having them present themselves, show off their gear and how cute they are. Inspecting them in front of other partygoers, teasing them and getting them worked up.
Eye candy and devoted, fattening service all in one adorable, eager to please package.
IDK I think if cis men are being told that being fat will lower their testosterone and make them Insufficiently Masculine, and cis women are being told that being fat will raise their testosterone and make them Excessively Masculine, and fat trans people are being denied the right to medically transition if they're fat, and thin trans people are warned against HRT because it will make them fat (and this is said about both testosterone and estrogen HRT), and androgynous-presenting people are told that only thin people count as androgynous...
Then maybe...
Maybe...
Maybe the weight loss industry is just using Gender to enforce fatphobia.
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the idea of fattening someone up by just taking really good care of them is so cute. buying lots of their favourite snacks and making sure they always have some around. bringing them takeaway every night, and they can order as much of whatever they want because they dont need to watch their calories. making them milkshakes that aren't just meant to be super fattening but are also sooo delicious. taking care of chores and bringing them the things they need so they dont need to keep getting up. buying them cute clothes that are also comfy and stretchy so they arent uncomfortable. just looking after someone so well they become the happy, lazy fatty they were meant to be.
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Some people will never understand the experience of being 13 in the 2000s and desperately looking up different versions of βfat,β βbelly,β and βbig bellyβ on Deviantart.
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I can't truly say that I awoke to you cupping my cheek. The deep pillows, the distant sound of rain on leaves, your light touches over my softened body; all were just watercolors bleeding together. Suggestions. Impressions. So the best I can say is "I think I remember." That's when you do your best work.
I think I remember you getting up. Lithely, even with held breath. You must've practiced this. I sank back into sleep. Thoughts mingled with memory. How you had stuffed me senseless the night before. How I fell asleep to you caressing my softened belly with your dominant hand. Wasn't it just months ago I had abs?
I think you placed your hand on my cheek. Your thumb rested softly on my mouth. Gently, you drew the tip of it down across my bottom lip, stroking and opening them ever so slightly. Affectionate. But subtle. I next awoke mid-swallow, cool, sweet richness sliding down my throat. I felt a thick straw in my mouth.Β A milkshake. Your hand had left my face, and was cupping my pec, playing with my softness.
"Shhh. Shhh. Not yet," you chided. My eyelids closed. A milkshake with cinnamon and a touch of herbs? Horchata-flavored? Something else? Oh, it must be Saturday; those are the days which we agreed you can do this to me with "chemical assistance." My sleepy mind briefly welcomed THC as an old friend. It left the front door wide open before wandering off into twisting halls. Hadn't you bragged about buying a 100mg vial yesterday from the dispensary? Was all of that in me now? It didn't matter. Doesn't matter? Warmth fills me as you pat the side of my ever-expanding gut. It's funny how efficiently your hands convey your satisfaction.Β
The straw sucking against the empty cup nearly wakes me up. I'm too, too full. How? Wasn't it only one milkshake? My capacity's more than that, I know. My eyes start to flutter. They, like me, feel impossibly heavy. I stir. You massage my belly with both hands, and I (think) I can't help but burp from the relief. Maybe I misremembered that. Maybe I didn't.
I'm more confident that you kissed me on my forehead before bringing another straw to my lips. Chocolate this time. I fall even deeper under your spell as hands rub hungry circles along the softest parts of my belly. You've made me --
"Greedy. And that's how I like you." You first said that on our third date, so long ago. Before we started measuring our relationship in pounds. When I used to fit comfortably in booths. We had oreo milkshakes that day. I think I still taste it on my lips. And I think I feel you between my thighs, drawing gentle patterns in the fat that you've put on me. When was this? What do I look like now? Do I still have abs? These blankets are heavy and warm.
I groan, stirring, and strawberry milkshake escapes over my bottom lip. You waste little time. Your hands are all over me, stopping to coyly play with my chest and stomach. I open my eyes.
I think you're kneeling over me. You're straddling the great glutted roundness of my belly, your soft T-shirt hinting at your own curves. Blearily, I start trying to form words. They're slow and heavy, like me. Before I can speak, you reset me with a jolt of pleasure, and I'm sinking again.Β Looking over my body, I see that I am long separated from my abs, thanks to you. You give me a squeeze on parts of my belly that I can't see. I burp again. You giggle, and ever so slowly gyrate your mound against the soft overhang of my gut.
"Good morning, babe," you purr. I try to sit up again, but can't. I'm too heavy and comfy. I'm still asleep? Kind of? What is this? Everything is deep and warm, and as soon as I flirt with focus, your touch lures me back into quasi-consciousness.Β
Your whisper cuts through the fog. You're right up next to me, behind that velvet sensory curtain.
"You've done so well for me. Not even 8:00, and how much have you had? Mmh. You were so eager today. Your body must really want all this." I feel your slight hand, cold but hungry, stretch over the top of my belly. It sinks in, alabaster resting on a plush pillow. You slowly jiggle it, and I feel my own body's momentum. You retract your hand. I keep jiggling. Fuck. You really made me fat.
I think I managed a "Mhmmm." Your finger was on my lips again before I could get anything else out.
"Shh. You rest here, babe. Take some time to digest. I'll wake you up in a couple of hours with breakfast."
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Stuck in bed (i mean literally stuck, even rolling over is excruciating) and frankly in a lot of pain. so im dealing with the anxiety of βwhat if this lasts foreverβ (it wonβt) by once again pretending in my head that actually Iβm stuck for Gigantically Fat reasons & that any second now my love will come help me turn over and bring me something yummy to snack on
this is why i do not respect the half-measure feedist acceptance of like, no health play/immobility/death feedism. (Not as in Everyone Has To Like These, but as in, non-feedists and even feedists who donβt accept that part of our scene.) like, I donβt have this thought fully formed but itβs. You want to disavow that kind of feedism (or whtever it is youβve decided is Too Icky) for being βintentionally disabling yourselfβ and itβs like, what if Iβm already fuckin disabled my dude. what if i already have heart palpitations when i go up stairs and it has nothing to do with my size. what if a power chair is already in my future. like does it not reasonably follow, that if a fat person can love the current state of their body or perhaps even aspire to have more of the socially degraded trait (fatness), that i as a fat disabled person can love the ways i am already fat and disabled and perhaps aspire to more fatness and more disability. I get that thatβs not a common outlook okay! but i promise you people feel the same way about others wanting to be fat! if you can reject one societal expectation you can reject another!!
This is really similar to how I look at it! I already use a mobility aid, need to sit/lie down more than I want to, and need to eat food. But what if that was for reasons I wanted and thought were hot? What if, while my body is in such levels of pain and discomfort, I got to enjoy the feeling of being soft and heavy? Not to mention that I (and a lot of others with my condition) have seen my symptoms improve the more weight I gain. Getting stuck in a doorway because it's inaccessible & too narrow for me to pass with my rollator? Fuck that, lemme get stuck because my ass is too wide
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