Tip For Trans Man: Get Fat If You Want Help Balancing Out Your Tits

tip for trans man: get fat if you want help balancing out your tits

tip for trans women: get fat if you want to increase your tits

second dinner is sluttier than actual sex

Who doesn’t love contrast?

Like me making you double, triple the size of me.

Comparing my slim waist to your gigantic wobbly gut.

Making your tits or moobs way bigger than mine.

Your thighs the size of my waist or more.

Covering your whole body in stretch marks while I have flawless skin.

My angelic face vs yours that is covered in fat and rounded. Huge double chin.

The amount of food you order vs mine.

The stores I can find clothes in and you can’t.

My cardio vs yours.

And you’re not done yet are you piggy?

"fat and happy" is an understatement... i love food! i love being excited and joyful at the thought of eating, i love being grateful and resplendent after a good meal. i love having a soft, pudgy tummy to nourish and take care of, i love the feeling of being full and well fed! i love eating as much as i want, whenever i want and being rewarded with a soft tummy, bright eyes and full cheeks, with body that loves me and trusts me to keep it satiated and well nourished. i love rubbing my belly after a big meal and showing so much love to this thing that's working so hard just to keep me alive. i love everything about food, eating and what it does to my body. i love being fat and i love being so soft and full of love because i'm eating. loving food and loving to eat is something intimate, it's admitting to being a soft, vulnerable creature and being proud of it. to love food is to love taking care of yourself and being taken care of, it's synonymous with loving life itself

"this would fix me" and it's just getting to over 250lbs

The thing about gaining is that it makes everything erotic. Of course the obvious—eating, walking, showering, getting dressed. All of that is turned up in heat until it's unbearably arousing, but that's just the surface. But try, say... washing the dishes, with your new belly dragging down, bumping against the edge of the bench or resting on top of it, wobbling freely as you try to just simply scrub a pot without losing your mind. Or getting a new drivers license photo, and feeling your hips and ass squeeze through the arms of the chair as you sit down to wait, wondering if the flustered blush across your fat new face will show up in the photo. Having a weight gain kink and choosing to go through with it turns your whole life, every minute of it, into erotica. The most innocent tasks become lascivious, the mundane becomes provocative, and your modest, unassuming body begins to strain with eroticism—permanently.