I Enjoy Eating Until I'm Full, But Not Overstuffed. I Enjoy That "food Baby" Feeling. But I Don't Enjoy

I enjoy eating until I'm full, but not overstuffed. I enjoy that "food baby" feeling. But I don't enjoy eating to the point of feeling nauseous. Vomiting is not fun.

Right now, I feel so stuffed that I don't even want to think about food. And all the food/recipe posts on my dash aren't helping right now...

Embracing my foodie side today...

A lot of food & recipes have come up on my dash today. Less half-naked men with overfed guts. I’ll take it today! Lately, I’ve embracing more of my “foodie” side and drifting a bit away from my “fat admirer” side. I haven’t done any special cooking in the last month. I want to get back to that...

Reblog Likes?

Hm... I’ve pressed “Like” on 4,183 posts (some are repeats, I’m sure). I wanna try to reblog them all (or most of them) to my blog, but that’s gonna be such a pain in the ass to do at this point...

I mean, not all of them are worthy of a reblog, honestly. Some of them I wanna curate for the sake of my own blog’s “aesthetic”, but others are simply ones that I was like, “Yeah, alright, this one’s good!”

I need an enabler.../Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario #4

I'm a casual gainer. I don't like stuffing and I don't need a feeder. I prefer to feed my own self. But I would love it if you wanted to enable me to grow fatter! Picture the scenario where you and I are co-workers at the same workplace. Whenever it's lunch break, you're always like, "Let's go to this restaurant/fast-food joint for lunch!" And it's inevitably its a restaurant thats got a lot of fattening foods on the menu. I order something simple, and you're always like, "Are you sure that's gonna fill you up enough, big guy?" Thereby causing me to doubt if it will, so I order something extra, e.g. a dessert or a chocolate milkshake or something. We get our orders and find a booth to sit at. After a while of eating, you decide you're somehow full, even though you've barely touched your food. You ask me whether I'll finish it for you, and the answer is always yes. So by the end, I have to lossen my belt a notch or two. We leave that place, and then swing by a coffee shop on the way back to work. I order a large coffee with a ton of creamer, you order your coffee and a dozen assorted donuts for the rest of the office. You take a couple of the most fattening ones and say, "These are for you, big fella!" I take them without arguing, eating one in the car on our way back. This goes on every day for a month, and I eventually come to a point where my pants no longer fit like they used to. But I'm okay with that...

Saw this online, thought it was really cute + relevant to me