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Renaissance patron/artisan relationship...except my patron is just paying for me to get fatter for them so I can be their living work of art ✨
Perhaps I am thinking about doctor feeders who teach you the joy of healing through weight gain and discovering the wonder of being fat and happy ❤️
But also perhaps I am thinking about doctor feeders who prescribe you drugs that make you gain weight super fast, insisting you stay on them and enjoying every inspection they get to have of you as you plump up, before they get a little too handy and excited one day and end up telling you their whole plan to blow you up 🥵
Hello and welcome to my personal list of ✨The little specific things that make you a fat ass that I find hot✨
Licking your plate knowing you’re food is gone
Eating the burn ends of the corn dogs (it’s gone, only the stick is left ya greedy LMAO)
Eating the cheese/residue off of the wrapper you’re burger came off of
Leaving the knife you used to make ur sandwich on the counter because you might come back to make another,
Eating a snack while you’re literally cooking ur dinner/meal,
Making more than one stop to two different food establishments,
And eating wings down to the fucking BONE like damn dude there’s no meat left lol— That is all, have a blessed day😌
There's something so gender affirming about being fat?? Not even in a kink way (but yes also in a kink way)
Like I'm not small and petite, I'm large, hairy and fat, I unabashedly take up space.
Height dysphoria - mildly elevated! Even if you're not tall you can be big in the other way, also moobs!?! Hello! how manly is that!
Nothing makes me feel like I have a dad bod more then the way my belly spills over the band of my boxers and cargo pants👌
Tldr: being a fat trans guy is great and more of you should try it out 🫣
T gain
Finally, you attained your dream: you're on testosterone.
You've spent the months leading to getting your first prescription on research. You browsed through all the lists of effects and side effects, and read people's stories. You're prepared for the initial emotional imbalance, and you know that your body will quickly start to redistribute fat. It doesn't surprise you when the little amount of fat from your hips and butt goes to your belly, rounding it out a little. You look in the mirror and you see a waist that's more of a male pattern, and it brings you joy.
You knew about the hunger, too. After all, you're going to be like a teenage boy. Teenage boys are always hungry. Except, they also grow, and you won't be.
But nothing, absolutely nothing could prepare you for how the T hunger feels.
You are taken aback when your belly suddenly starts rumbling as if you haven't eaten all day. You had breakfast 3 hours ago, but it feels like your stomach is attacking itself, caving in, the acid burning its sides. It's practically painful.
Frantically, you decide to have lunch earlier, and you eat what you prepared - a regular lunch, not a small one, but also not especially big.
It's not enough. An hour passes, and your stomach screams at you again.
You don't know what to do. You run to Subway and order a footlong with as many ingredients and sauces ad you can. 1500 calories should satisfy that monster, shouldn't it? You find yourself forcing the last bites down your throat, and you wonder if you didn't overdo it a little.
Three hours pass. Your stomach rumbles again.
It takes you 1-2 weeks to figure out how to adjust your portions and eating schedule so that you don't spend the entire day hungry and thinking about food. All of your regular meals become huge: breakfast, lunch, dinner. You eat smaller meals in between, and you add supper to your routine. You snack. You find out that you have to stuff yourself as much as you can before bed, or else you'll wake up in the middle of the night, hungry.
It's no wonder when the effects of this changed routine become visible. At first, your muscles thicken and expand, but it doesn't end there. Your rounded belly slowly grows into a full-blown gut. Your thighs thicken. Your chin softens. You upsize like crazy; on the day you started T, you were wearing M; now, a year later, you're on XL.
You look in the mirror. A fat boy is staring back at you. This is how it was always supposed to be. This is you.
Don't hold back.
Don't suck your belly in. Let it stick out, let it hang. If you feel your shirt riding up - don't adjust it; or make a show out of adjusting it.
Don't hold back your grunts and panting. If you're out of breath, let it show. If you can't reach somewhere, make a show out of it.
Don't be afraid to order an extra large meal. Don't be scared to ask for seconds or thirds if you feel like it. Scoff if you're offered a diet version of anything. Emphasize that no, you want the regular one. The full fat, full sugar one.
Start your sentences with "At my size..." Say things like "no way I'm taking the stairs!" If you're going out with friends, make a show out of making sure you're not going to walk far.
Take space. Be loud.
Be fat. Be proud of it.
i love my chub. i love how soft i'm getting. i love how good i feel now. i love how my belly isn't flat when i lay down. i love that my fingers sink into my flesh. i love that i jiggle when i walk. i love that i have to feel for my ribs and hip bones instead of them jutting from my skin. i love that my chest is softening. i love my widening chest and arms and budding love handles. i love that i take up more space. i love my growing body.
One of the first signs that you’re really packing on the pounds: suddenly, you’re giving yourself a hug.
Hear me out.
You’re sitting around, probably watching TV, probably absent-mindedly munching. Sure, you’re fat, you know that, but today there’s…a difference. You’re bigger. Wider. Taking up more space. Parts of your arms that once hung unencumbered are now rested comfortably upon a big, ever-expanding surface.
Your belly is getting larger.
Your love handles are getting thicker.
You are getting wider.
Suddenly, you’re giving yourself a hug.
something so special about the pet name big guy. like yeah,, big boy with an even bigger appetite. the trashcan of his friends, the bottomless pit who seems to be able to eat for a family of five and then ask what's for dessert - but even he sometimes manages to overeat and needs a belly rub. probably a little embarrassed about it bc he's been warned this will happen with the large amounts he regularly eats. hell yeah i love me a big guy <333
I can't emphasize enough how much I love the side profiles of feedees. Especially when they are walking around! You get to see how far their belly hangs out infront of them, how their chins hang low below their face, how wide and dimpled their arms and thighs are. How low their tits hang and how large their ass is. Their obvious waddle since they're so fat that they can't even walk normally. How their massive frame rises and falls with every ragged breath as they struggle to catch their breath. How out of shape and basically helpless they are, it just paints such a wonderful picture
you think you can hide your secret for long? that ballooning tummy and those bulging rolls have all but given you away.
you sure are getting soft and plump, barely anything fits anymore, and what you do manage to squeeze into looks like it’ll pop it’s seams soon enough.
I’m sure some people stare and whisper about how much you’ve let yourself go, the girl who turned into an obese piglet who just can’t stop eating, who’s getting fatter by the day.
I love those moments of getting fatter where you start to subtly notice things like your clothes getting tighter, your appetite increasing, that one-off extra treat turning into a regular thing, and getting slightly more breathless doing physical activity. Keep going piggy. You could be so much fatter
I can see how this lifestyle can be a bit addicting. Seeing and feeling your body slowly expand with softness. Waking up some mornings and noticing more jiggle with each step. The heaviness of your belly as it splays across your lap when sitting up. And when you notice these things, you want more of it. More softness, more plush fat. You want your belly to hang between your thick thighs. You want to pick up that fork and just keep eating.
The best part about feedism is that you can’t hide your love of food very long. Eventually, your body tells on you, and everyone will know that you and your partner like you well-fed.
I adore that as a feedee progresses in their gain, they slowly become unable to do more and more things in their life that they previously could participate in. Like when they get to fat for Rollercoasters, which is minor, you only go on them maybe yearly. Then one day you wake up and you can't exercise and hike like you used too. Then one day you wake up and you can't even walk for more than a minute without loosing your breath. Imagine going from the fit and independent person you were to the helpless pathetic pig you are today. And you should miss it. But it's ok, I'll hold your hand and tease you the whole time your out lf breath and red in the face in public just to remind you how far you've fell.
of course i’m fat. not a lot of people are lucky enough to feel this way about food—having a constant, lurking urge to eat until you get to the point you physically cannot fit anymore is not normal.
but god, it’s wonderful. it’s so easy to lose yourself in a 3lb tin of chocolate coins. they were a gift because of some sale at costco and you know they’re supposed to last a long time but they’re just so… satisfying.
unwrapping each one becomes a game: two pieces of gold foil balled up and hidden in the pull out drawer of the bedside table. then, i slip the piece of chocolate in my mouth. it’s cheap kind of chocolate but that doesn’t stop my enjoyment. because after this one, i know there’s another waiting. and then another. and then another. the pile of gold foil takes up most of the space in the drawer.
that was the first time i ever got over full without even meaning to. the book was too good, i was too focused on the words to notice just how much of the candy i’d consumed, and it was just too easy.
so that’s what started it all, the first time is hard to forget. you’re full and aching but your mind still craves that feeling. the sugar and the motion of eating that just became so familiar. it takes a week after all 3lbs are gone to stop the craving, but by then you already know that if you just have one more bag of chocolates it’s going to feel so, so good…
i chased that feeling. my natural state was constant distraction, constant food, and nothing else. netflix was always playing in the background, my 3ds had animal crossing new leaf loaded with 300 hours already logged, and a radio was constantly going. and the snacks never stopped. one pack of oreos, the empty container stashed in a dresser afterwards. a bag of doritos, a box of brownie bites, a tray of tres leches meant to feed 10 people. apple turnovers warmed until they were gooey. so much cake—knowing that decadence was less than $10 away made getting over 200lbs incredibly easy.
the cravings drove everything. is it really my fault i ended up this heavy? i shouldn’t feel this way about food. i shouldn’t want to feel myself get heavier, getting out of breath struggling to walk up a hill shouldn’t make me wet. my belly inching closer to the steering wheel should be terrifying, being that close to losing your independence shouldn’t be motivating me to eat. but it does and my 290lb body shows the proof, because who could resist that?
why would i resist that? people hate themselves for this. the more i eat, the more i love it all. the more i can’t stop. it’s just a matter of time before someone takes advantage of this—i was made to eat and everybody knows.
Nobody ever really talks about how comfortable having a double chin is, it's like a little unbuilt head rest. Now all I need is to grow some arm rest pillows
There's something so gender affirming about being fat?? Not even in a kink way (but yes also in a kink way)
Like I'm not small and petite, I'm large, hairy and fat, I unabashedly take up space.
Height dysphoria - mildly elevated! Even if you're not tall you can be big in the other way, also moobs!?! Hello! how manly is that!
Nothing makes me feel like I have a dad bod more then the way my belly spills over the band of my boxers and cargo pants👌
Tldr: being a fat trans guy is great and more of you should try it out 🫣
Fat men who rest their bellies on the counter to lean close enough to the mirror to apply their eyeliner.
Fat men in mesh shirts that show off their decadent fat rolls and overhangs and folds.
Fat men who DIY their own fan merch if the band doesn't sell t-shirts large enough to fit them. Who need extra-long boot laces to accommodate their wide calves.
Fat men whose all- or part-shaved heads reveal those cute rolls and wrinkles at the backs of their heads.
Fat men who let you paint their toenails black to match their fingernails because it's hard to reach around their belly.
Who let you wear their big cozy jackets when they get too hot at the show, and who'll rest at the back of the venue with you when their feet get tired.
Fat men who are a solid, sturdy presence at the edge of a push pit. And whose bellies shake and wobble deliciously when they two-step 😊