Bro Like At Least Half Of The People Who Interact With My Posts/stories Are Trans And I'm Trying To Figure

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)

fixated on the idea, part fantasy, part memory, of him being suddenly so full, fuller than he meant to be, too full -- warm belly now swelling to just past the edge of ache, rounding irrepressibly outward with the pressure of everything he just couldn't resist that evening -- and before that, at lunch-- and before that, at that huge late breakfast, god, who knew the pancakes there would be so big?

Hours after the start, but moments past the final straw of those last eager spoonfuls: his whole middle now solid, swollen firm, stretched tender under my roving hands. He leans back into my arms, all but pinned to me by the sheer weight of his own indulgence-- that last loss of judgment and control that seeded this hour or three of sleepy vulnerability, glutted and utterly exposed as a strained groan slips out here, or a soft belch there. He can only sink deeper, irresistibly, into the soft intoxication of overwhelming satiety -- the heaviness, gentle but irresistible as it presses him back into me, my eager hands and his languid ones each rubbing or tracing every inch of his belly together, in turn -- my fingers, so hungry to explore, to press and glide and knead, to cradle warm taut curves or sink into each discovered softness-- his fingers, unable to keep from clutching weakly at his bulging sides as he moans in helpless pleasure.

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.

Legit feels like I'm getting stared down by a mountain lion only to have them nuzzle into my shoulder for a moment before they walk off back into the woods

the feeling when a big feedism blog reposts one of your posts 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

*deepest inhale of my fucking life*

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

WE GOT THE GREEN LIGHT YALL

Chastikey adaptations, struggling to reach, whimpering and begging, barely grasping the top before collapsing back from exhaustion, mean AND light teasing about not being able to reach, lifting the belly as a requirement for access, being told to eat more before they pleasure you, them needing to DIG to find it, humping your leg to create friction before getting too tired far before completion, requiring toys to reach, the toys dont help you reach anymore, buying a humping mat only to eventually have it not be enough, losing access forever so your partner just makes do with your rolls

RAAAAAAAAAHHHHH I NEED ALL OF THESE SUCH STORIES TO USE THIS PHRASE

Ideal man.

Fat.

Full.

Horny.

Lard locked (needs help to get off)