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Why are you so beautiful, I'm so envious of how good you look.

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🎭Choose your mask 🎭

@fatguarddog's Feedist Kinktober ✨ Day 2

Masquerade Ball 💃

Ingredients: witchy, sorcerer feeder, magical weight gain, mind control, letting the beast inside out.

🎭🎭🎭

What do you mean you don't have a mask for the ball?

Here, come look at my selection. No, I insist - really.

You know why I throw these parties, don't you? To encourage people to bring out their true nature. So choose your mask carefully. The effects can be quite - profound.

The boar mask? A strong choice. The boar takes what he wants, voraciously.

Food, drink, pleasure - a boar gluts themself to absolute excess. Always indulging, always seeking greater satisfaction.

We'd have to lead you straight to buffet table, let you pile a plate high with rich delicacies while someone presses a huge glass of wine into your hand.

The more you eat and drink though, the less satisfied you feel - and soon you're tearing strips of meat straight from the roasts on the long table and pushing them into your mouth with grease stained fingers. You chug wine straight from the flagon, deep red dripping from the corners of your mouth.

When there's no more room in your belly, you'll still crave greater release. That's when you mount some poor doe or rabbit mask wearer in the middle of the hall, chasing more pleasure as you grunt and moan like the hog you are.

No? How about the cow mask? The big, glazed eyes in the mask make the world look softer, gentler - just like you will be soon.

You'll find more cow-mask wearers here tonight. They'll be gathered on soft cushions together around a huge, low table piled with delicious treats. Cream cakes, cheese stuffed pastries, fried rice balls dredged in rich sauce.

Your new friends will show you what to do. How to recline so you give your belly room to comfortably expand. How to slowly gorge yourself, washing bites down with one of the sweet, creamy drinks the servers keep bringing to you. How to rub your gut as it grows fuller, relieving the pressure from the feast you're casually stuffing yourself with.

Of course, it can be hard to get relief by yourself. I'm sure some of the other partygoers will be happy to help. There's a gentleman in a bull mask and nothing else who I'm sure would be happy to help soothe your tight stomach, and if your moans happen to get him excited, well - you can return the favour.

The last choice? Ah - the hound mask. Choose this one and you'll stay by my side all evening. Don't worry, I won't let you miss a moment of all the enjoyment.

I'll have the servers bring over a selection of my favourite treats and hand feed them to you as you sit so nicely at my feet. See how the mask wraps around your neck? I can clip this chain right there and make sure you don't get up to any mischief.

I'll make sure you don't go thirsty either, letting you lap sweet wine from my goblet. If I like the way it makes you blush and rub against my thighs I'll pour you your own bowl, letting the chain out just a little so you can drop to all fours and lap it up for me.

I know you'll get worked up watching everyone else play together, but don't worry - I'll be kind enough to give you my boot to grind on as you warm my cock in your drooling mouth while I chat with some of the other guests.

If you do a very good job, I might just pull you into my lap and finish inside your soft hole, sinking my teeth into shoulder as you whine like needy dog you are.

"DEDICATED TO YOU, MY FAVORITE ONE."

I'M CRYING WHY DID TRUMP TAG PAPYRUS

There’s no such thing as work-life balance for neurodivergent & chronically ill people.

This is because everything in my life requires work:

maintaining friendships

keeping up with my hygiene

managing bills

making money

remembering my basic needs

sleeping regularly

outputting creatively

All requires some aspect of work for me.

And when everything in your life requires work, your balance goes out the window.

If you're neurodivergent and overwhelmed — I see you.

If you're chronically ill and overwhelmed — I see you.

You're not dysfunctional.

You're not incapable.

You're doing your best.

Such a flabby painfully full piggy 🐷 😇

Wooooooow that is some ..... yeah.....

Even if there was a search function, how would we search if half of us don't use tags

Tumblr is a fate driven website. You can't find posts through the search function, you see them when you're meant to.

this started as a joke but then i started actually thinking about it and now im really annoyed that IDs have this one letter that doesnt mean anything for cis people and is a huge pain in the ass for trans people when we could instead have literally lifesaving information so emergency medical services could just check ur wallet to see which blood to give you so you dont die or whatever But No

It all starts so innocuous. You complain to me that you feel fat, that you want to try to shed a few pounds. I give my most reassuring smile and tell you "you don't need to do that. As a matter of fact, I think the curves look good on you. Really good." You laugh, wondering if that look in my eyes was lust or if you're just reading too much into things.

So you try dieting, cutting calories where you can. Then the little treats start coming. A box of brownies here, a couple cookies there, all freshly baked by me, just for you. You tell me that I'm ruining your diet, that you'll just end up even bigger at this rate. "Would that be such a bad thing?" That look again. A little smirk. Barely restrained lust. You freeze like a deer in headlights, but before you know it another brownie is at your lips. There's not a thought in that pretty little head, you take a bite reflexively. We don't break eye contact as you chew, then swallow.

"Good girl 💕"

You take another bite as your cheeks turn red. You feel my other hand drifting towards your belly, grabbing a handful and gently massaging it with my thumb. No, you start to think, it wouldn't be so bad at all.

That is an interesting way of seeing reality that i haven't thought about

Confession: We (my system) are schizophrenic and I prefer being this way. I actually like my delusions and even the cognitive and negative symptoms, as annoying as they can sometimes be. If someone asked me to pick either my ADHD or schizophrenia to give up I'd pick ADHD hands down so fast. And I love having partners and friends willing to encourage the harmless/pleasant delusions (like, sometimes in the middle of July it'll just Be February for me, and I can use my fae magic to summon storms, stuff like that). Yeah the scary delusions and paranoia suck but I'll take them to have the rest and acknowledging them as real but not on a layer of reality I am existing on currently helps me cope completely.

Also it caused me to come up with the reality baklava metaphor (reality has many thin layers but it's too sticky for most people to easily move between them) so that's another W for us

really big fan of the baklava metaphor

Growing up.

10 years later.

clumsy shy transfems I love you

transfems who are dysphoric about their face hair I love you

transfems who don't know how to shave their legs properly I love you

transfems who have never done makeup I love you

transfems who are scared of being raised too manly to be fem I love you

transfems who are afraid they'll never be who they truly want to be I love you

I love you

The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

So soft n heavy🥴💕

*okay to reblog^^*

do it scared do it stupid do it alone etc etc but don’t do it hungry. eat a snack first