"it sucks being obsessed with your ocs because if you wanna see stuff about them you have to make it" which is true But do you know what its like seeing someone else's ocs. someone you dont know personally or anything and find ocs of and get absolutely hooked with what litttle tidbits been fed and you cannot find Anything more about them now. what are you gonna do about this. ask for information? what? where. what. Nightmare.
Hooo boy. I dunno if it was a horny thought in the middle of the night, or a horny dream, but either way, I had this idea last night and now I am making it a horny reality.
As I think about it typing it out, it was almost certainly a dream, given it involved my OCs involved with spoilers from a game. (Not saying which one, because without mentioning it, the scenario's generic enough...)
SO ANYWAY
Alright.
You ready for a hard 'tag your oc' challenge?
Tag an oc who doesn't have childhood trauma. At all. Who's family is still alive.
I'll wait.
Girls don't want to work. They want to think about fictional characters.
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“packing on the pounds”
“putting on a few”
“pigging out”
“eating well”
“letting yourself go”
“over indulging”
“making a pig of yourself”
“losing control”
😩😩😩
Your comfort is the most important thing to me
I always want you to feel so good and content, you'll never know what it's like to have an empty stomach ever again
As soon as there's a hint of hunger in you, I'll be there with snacks to keep you going or your next big meal, gently rubbing your tummy as you digest all those loving calories
And if you get fat? Well that's just a sign that I'm doing my job perfectly! Every pound on you is physical evidence of my devotion to your comfort and to keeping you relaxed and happy
Would you really want it any other way? Can you really think of anything better than being taken care of so thoroughly that you hardly have time to worry about a thing? No? That's what I thought
So just give in and let me make you oh so comfortable ❤️
it's called tumblr because you are supposed to post tummy. get the memo.
Literary Feedism Words
If you're looking to spice up your gainer fics or encouragement posts, here are some new words for you to try! These are a mix of descriptors for bodies as well as actions:
Abdominous: having a large belly; fat
Ample: enough or more than enough; plentiful
Broad in the Beam: having broad hips or a large ass (I just liked this phrase tbh)
Bulbous: fat, round, or bulging
Burly: large and strong; heavily built
Buxom: (women) plump, especially with large breasts
Corpulent: fat
Delectation: pleasure and delight
Distended: swollen due to pressure from inside; bloated
Engorge: to cause to swell with fluid; to eat to excess
Idle: avoiding work; lazy
Imbibe: to drink, esp. alcohol
Indolent: wanting to avoid activity or exertion; lazy
Inert: lacking the ability or strength to move
Laborious: requiring considerable effort or time
Languid: showing a dislike for physical exertion or effort; slow and relaxed
Leaden: dull, heavy, or slow (ex, "leaden feet")
Lumbering: moving in a slow, heavy, awkward way
Palatial: resembling a palace; being splendid and spacious
Pendulous: hanging down loosely
Ponderous: slow and clumsy due to great weight
Protuberant: protruding; bulging
Rapacious: aggressively greedy or grasping
Rotund: plump
Rubenesque: (women) voluptuous, reminiscent of the paintings of Peter Paul Rubens
Rubicund: having a red/ruddy complexion to the face
Slothful: lazy
Sumptuous: splendid and expensive-looking
Torpor: a state of physical or mental inactivity; lethargy
Feel free to reblog and add more suggestions :)
slowly but surely
you start to cook for someone who can’t/doesn’t like to cook and slowly but surely they ask for seconds (and sometimes thirds) and very slowly it’s a bit harder for them to button their pants because they’re a bit snug. the gradual, loving, weight gain is so pure and so wonderful. after a year or so they can’t fit into any of their pants anymore so they have only been wearing leggings and pajamas to fit their little belly they’ve grown. it’s now common for them to always eat seconds and more recently, thirds, at every meal you cook them, but the portions of those meals have gotten much larger. instead of the small, shallow bowls they used to eat out of, they now eat out off of one of those huge dinner plates, filled up and piled high. so that’s likely double or even triple what they were eating before. you think about how stick thin they were before you started dating, and it’s you realize it’s likely because they didn’t know how to cook, they just didn’t really eat much. but now that they’re with you, you feed both their stomach and their heart really well, and you both can’t wait to see what another year together will look like for them.
A List of Popular Tummy Tropes
If you’re a tummy kinkster in any capacity and enjoy hunger, stuffing, emeto, or stomachaches, there’s a good chance you’ve seen some popular “tummy tropes” floating around in kink writing. (; So I’m taking it upon myself to create a compilation.
I’ll be curating this list under the cut! There are Many of them, so this post would be a mile long if I didn’t, and also because this enables me to update it without creating multiple versions. Hope you enjoy the read!
You know what? I believe that you can finish your writing project. I believe you can update your fic. I believe you can work on your WIP. I don't care if you think it's cringy or bad. I don't care if we've never met or interacted in our whole lives. I believe in you. Keep going - you've got this.
weight gain as a result of being comfortable and pampered.
feedees that are happy and fat and loved
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
thetatteredveil
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
At this point literally anything helps.
I’m here for believing
It's all well and good to tease a greedy fatty for their lack of self-control, but to be honest, I have just as hard of a time with self-control being your feeder.
I see or hear the slightest hint that you're hungry or craving something, and I just buckle. I can't help myself from indulging you, getting you everything you want, making you fatter and more spoiled.
concept: a wealthy patron who takes a shine to a starving artist, and ends up making sure they're a very, very well-fed artist
can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them
What do you like about being FAT?
FaT GiRL Zine Issue No. 3 (1995)
My size!!! I feel powerful and immovable. As a woman, I’ve always been made to feel like I should shrink into the corner and take up less space; now that I’m comfortable with my body size, the very people who could once humiliate me are forced to be intimidated by me when I fight back.
I like the political education I get from it. it caused me to get hip about feminism earlier than if I was skinny. An almost universal hatred forced me to be strong. I found allies and wrote, made art, worked on loving my body (an on-going challenge). I like the filter it is. Some people, men and women, blow me off for fat—their loss. But, it’s a litmus test for bigots. Love that.
I like big tits and big ass, curvy hips and meaty thighs, round face and soft skin. I love cleavage. I love to jiggle.
I’m soft. When I give my body to someone, I’m giving a lot. My breasts are very large (DD) and beautiful. Round. Cantaloupes.
I like my fat. I like being large, powerful, sensuous, heavy, sexy, intimidating, inviting, enfolding, warm, extremely soft, able to stare down big creeps, able to take up a lot of room and annoy people, able to be a tender pillow for a sad friend, or a soft playground for an exploring lover. I love being in bed with a lover, and being fat. As a fat woman, I am agile, graceful, and very flexible! I have almost 300 pounds on my side. I like annoying the health workers who think I should have high blood pressure, a dangerously fast heartbeat, and a high cholesterol level. (Ha!)
I like exasperating the predictions of my mother’s skinny family members that I would be loveless, jobless and in poor health at 30, when I [sic] fact I have the best lover(s), the best sex, the best job and the best health of my life- and my health, at least, is better than any of theirs!
I like posing for incredible photos, painting life-size full-body portraits, walking around my apartment topless with the shades up! I like being the fattest person on the beach, the only one who can go into the ocean without a wetsuit!
I don’t get cold very easily—lots of insulation. My lap is very comfortable for kids and cats to sit on. I feel that my size makes me less vulnerable. And best of all, I and [sic] totally buoyant! When swimming, I don’t even have to tread water to stay afloat, while my skinny friends have to kick and paddle constantly. Ha, Ha!
I like being cuddly. I am comfortable in taking up my space. I like to wrap my big loving self around a friend or lover and give ‘em that big warm smother love of a fat girl all soft-like.
This is HARD…I’m not supposed to like anything about it, right? I guess I like that I can’t ever *blend in.*
The freedom of letting my body decide what size it’s going to be. Not worrying about constant diets and where and what I can eat. I’m also a big scary bitch!
I’m warm, and men don’t fuck with me on the street any more. I take up space, and people stay farther away from me.
I love my body. I am soft, warm, and curvy. I feel like the embodiment of pleasure and luxury!
I like taking up space. I like my softness and that i can be a soft pillow for those i care for. I like how some clothes drape on me. I like intimidating some people (especially the obnoxious ones who make fun of me and other fat women). I like being substantial.
Being and looking stronger…Although skinny women have a lot of ‘privilege.’ I like that I’m not treated as someone who is frail or weak. That I take up space in the world means I demand it. Also, having big curves feels like a big part of my femininity.
My presence is certainly known when I enter a room (I’m told that I look rather foreboding). Also, I’m kinda tall too so that adds to the presence.
I stay warm! I’m really curvy and I think that’s sexy. I’m not usually worried someone’s being friendly just cause they’d like to fuck me.
I like a lot of things about being fat. I like taking up space. I like being/acting proud to be fat to our society’s dismay. I like saving on hot water bills (because I use less water in the tub than my skinny neighbors). I like feeling powerful and intimidating. I float really well. I like saying “Biggest butt gets the front seat,” and not getting any argument.
Feeling strong & grounded. Being able to get flogged a lot. Feeling powerful and nurturing. Having a lover grab or bite into my flesh & swoon.
Non-conformity. Never needing a two-ply jacket. Resonating strength.
Well, it gives me something to work on. It’s important to have a cause so I have something to live for. It’s not enough being an aging, disabled, working-class, Jewish Lesbian. Being fat gives me a movement to work in. It gives me an opportunity to be stared at in public places, made fun of on television, pointed out on the street by small children, berated by my mother, seen as stupid, lazy, and out of control. On the other hand, I like that I am allowing myself to be all that I can be, that I’m not torturing myself to fit into society’s unreasonable mold. I like being big and powerful. I like the way I feel when I touch myself. I like to think of myself as an Orca, huge and beautiful and graceful.
I think I like being large because, when I was young, I was always very small. Not only short, but very skinny, and very young-looking. People always thought I was much younger than I was, and didn’t take me seriously. Plus I got teased and ridiculed a lot for being so tiny. So I now have a feeling of satisfaction about being a person of substance, At last, I’m not smaller than everyone around me!
Lots of “presence.” No one doubts I’m there. People listen. I don’t get hassled on the street like my thin friends do. i intimidate men (heh, heh, heh).
The sense of having a large enough body to contain all that is within my mind and spirit. I feel I’m just the right size for who I am—and that’s BIG.