constantly need dessert
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Hi friends! Just an update post that will remain pinned for at least a little while.
I’m chzburger! I’ve been here forever. I’m a cis woman and some flavor of queer, but I’m not sure what label to put on it yet (if I ever do).
This is primarily a feedist kink blog. However, I’m very easily swept away by things if you make them sound hot, so if you got something you think I’ll like, tell me about it.
I have no tagging system! My stuff is tagged as #personal chub, #chzburger answers/writes/lingerie/baking or whatever else. Otherwise it’s a no man’s land out there.
Couple things:
1) no minors please. I’m a grown woman. also I likely won’t want to interact with you directly if you are under 25 - just a personal preference.
2) I am not a feedee. I like to stuff sometimes but I am a feeder/encourager/admirer first and foremost.
3) DMs are open so shoot your shot. I am always down to talk about hot fantasies or give encouragement over the World Wide Web. Just make it interesting and not overly sexual and we’re cool.
4) I also post about fat lib, fat acceptance, and overall sex positivity, as they are the foundation of my kink and something I care deeply about.
5) I love getting asks and submissions so go ahead and send them! If I don’t respond I maybe didn’t see it or just wanna keep it to myself. I think I’m pretty nice and open minded and fun to talk to so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
updated kink jars below.
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there are days that I need to be soft, too. days where I look at him with needy eyes and shaky hands, the words to ask for what I need dying in my throat.
he knows, though.
his cool hand slides into mine and tugs me towards our bed. I stumble behind him, the desire burning in my chest making me unsteady.
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there are days that I need to be soft, too. days where I look at him with needy eyes and shaky hands, the words to ask for what I need dying in my throat.
he knows, though.
his cool hand slides into mine and tugs me towards our bed. I stumble behind him, the desire burning in my chest making me unsteady.
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Why yes, I did in fact just devour a metric ton of pasta! How could you tell?~
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I feel like I need to do some horny writing tbh
problem is I have so many thoughts and ideas for little stories and I can’t pick one plus I’m so eager to read it but I have to WRITE IT
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I feel like I need to do some horny writing tbh
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if you haven’t screamed What’s Up by Four Non Blondes in your car on your way to work at least once have you even experienced true catharsis? big questions here.
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I have to be honest, when people are objectively into plus sized bodies it turns me on, and I’m not sorry.
I don’t want to have sex where we tiptoe around the fact that I’m fat, I actually want my body to be touched on and groped and worshiped during sex and if someone gonna be weird about it, I’m not going to enjoy myself. I want someone to grab and kiss and mark on my belly the way they would any person no matter the size, as for the rest of me. I’m deserving of that type of sex, and to shame people who want to give me that type of sex just kinda feels weird and fatphobic.
The way that people treat any sort of attraction to fat bodies as fetishization and chasing just frustrates me to no end, sometimes people just are attracted to fat people and know how to love on us the way other people are loved up on.
(via fatguarddog)
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So I wanted to make a post to show off my gaining journey so far. I’ve had a lot of big changes over the years and going from toned athlete to nearly 400 pound obese feedee has been wild. I’m sure many of you will enjoy the story to go with it and the pictures and videos for proof. Feel free to ask questions and interact!
When I was in high school it was the most fit I’ve ever been. 3 practices a day and abs to show for it. I was only a feeder at the time but had the occasional fantasy of mutual gaining.
When I got to college I was disheartened by the lackluster swim program in the summer. The college focused much more on water polo and I went to easy 1 a day swim practices. The food court enticed me and soon the practices were swapped for all you can eat food. Breakfast burritos, pancakes and more fattening treats all instead of working out. I quickly softened.
Eventually I met a feeder who was exploring her feedee side. I was enraptured by her but she had high hopes of getting me to try the other side. She developed a fascination with seeing me bigger. One experimental night turned into a habit of gaming and overeating to please her. It wasn’t long after that I saw the pounds starting to pile on.
The effects of lazy nights giving into the whims of a feeder became visible fast and soon I had packed on 50lbs and was very close to 300. She was thrilled at how fat I had become. My gut swelled and rounded. It gently bounced as I walked and my face softened. Thighs now ever so gently touched and I would eat mindlessly without her.
At this size I had my first button pop. You can hear the genuine shock in my gasp when I took the video. I genuinely didn’t think I was that big.
Unfortunately we both became busy with life and she was promoted at work. With more responsibility and less time for fun we couldn’t do long nights gaming and eating anymore. The itch developed and the feedee in me was more prevalent than the feeder. I pushed myself to eat and was encouraged here or there but eventually met a very real feeder. mugatu met me on hinge of all places and quickly sank her claws in. My weight skyrocketed and over the 4 years with her I’ve packed on about 70 more pounds.
I’d like to shout out and tag a few of the feeders who have inspired me to stuff, eat or gain over the years. These lovely folk are all wonderful and the content they put on their blog has inspired me to continue my gain. Lots of love for them all ♥️♥️♥️