Glorifying Obesity? Nah, I'm

Glorifying Obesity? Nah, I'm

𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂

Assistance

I couldn’t remember if I had posted this or not. I can’t find it, so maybe not.

Anyway, I really like this one. So I hope others do too.

I appreciate your story/perspective on this and I apologize if my question is too personal, I'm a southern guy trying to understand more about this since I've only ever met 3 trans people in person(that I know of at least, ik not everyone is visibly trans), 2 being tboys. I believe we got one go at life so people should live how they wish in whatever truth they find within themselves. Whether it's a ton of tattoos, being trans, who they love, their career path, or whatever. Like who am I to disparage what you found within when I don't have your experiences ya know?

Is the gender affirming aspect of weight gain(in your experience) more about the change in size of certain traditionally femme body parts? Or is it something else? All over softness in comparison to the general perception of men being rugged and rigid?

Bro like at least half of the people who interact with my posts/stories are trans and I'm trying to figure out if I just got that accepting/supportive vibe or if this community is just extra extra trans. Like it's Tumblr so ofc its gonna be more trans than other sites

Either way I'm doing something right ig with the gender neutral stories

Also a lot of y'all are hot, I'm finding so many sexy mfs on here

Additional thought. Weight gain can help with body dysphoria? I don't have a personal experience with that in regards to gender but from what I've read it seems like a common theme for people. Like it would make sense to me if a lot of trans people were into soft feedism, that just clicks in my head and sounds right because of how loving/nurturing soft feedism can be(especially in regards to a body changing)

*deepest inhale of my fucking life*

Good morning Tumblr world! ☀️ Life has been busy…It’s been a minute. Did you miss me?

there’s just something about a partner recognizing when you’re desperately horny and needy and taking pity on you. something about them saying “awww, sweet boy. does it hurt here?” and rubbing between your legs or putting their hand on your lower belly. something about them promising to “make you feel better” but taking their time. agonizingly slow so that you either let out a whine or try to grind against them, unable to take it anymore. there’s something about them going, “shhh, it’s alright, let me take care of you.” and biting back a grin because they know full well that they’re going to fuck you until you cry. until it really hurts.

Ropes, chains, locked door?... Why would I need any of that? I'm already restraining you by holding you at your gluttony and lust. By the time you realize that you're nothing much than fattening livestock, you'll already be doomed. Your old thinner self will be permanently sealed in the fat prison of your new body. Any effort to dig it out only met with your jailer effortlessly making pile more flab on top. And how can you escape your jailer? You're already too addicted, from my words to my feeding and to my touch, you've become just another thing for me to lovingly dump calories in an grow forever more. But let's fantasize about your mind prying itself from my influence. My poor fatass, you won't be able to leave me then. Better than ropes is the stomach that's always full and begging to be fed more. Better than chains is the massive amount of lard I've piled onto you. Better than a locked door is a doorway too narrow you'll get stuck in, in the last moment your mind will be free... Before I push you back in, feed you more and you abandon yourself to pleasure and never come back.