Touch Starved

Imagine someone so touch-starved that the softest graze against their chest makes them whimper abruptly. That flirtation and teasing make their cheeks burn red. That the presence of their crush in all but modest clothing fully distracts them from doing anything else but to stare in awe.

That was me when you moved into the cubicle next to mine.

When the boss introduced us, I could barely tell you my name. My brain was mush looking into your deep brown eyes framed evenly under your full brows. Your curly dark hair draping over your forehead in such an effortless way.

I stammered out an awkward "nice to meet you, I'm Sandy." You smiled brightly and said you looked forward to working with me. I blushed. I tried to keep my thoughts as professional as possible but I started to wonder how your curls react to humidity...like the steam inside a shower...how they would extend and loosen with sweat and...exercise.

You came over frequently to my desk for small, work-related questions. Every time you stood over me while I demonstrated how to do something on my computer, my heart beat out of my chest. When you leaned in to point at one of the icons, I could smell your warm perfume. I'll never forget it.

Of course, I'd never ask you out. We are coworkers and can't engage in those matters. Besides, I'm terrified of rejection or making you uncomfortable. The only way I even stood a chance is if you approached me first.

One night we were working late to finish up a project due by the end of the quarter. When you got to a stopping point, you came over to my desk.

"I'm at a good stopping point, want to come get a drink with me?" You asked.

I twirled around, "Thanks for the offer but I don't usually, uh, mingle with coworkers after hours."

"That's bullshit, I saw you with Craig and the legal team at the Chilis last weekend. You just don't want to fraternize with me, is that it?" You accused.

I stammered, "I uh, want to keep our relationship professional." I turned away from you, blush getting redder by the second.

Your brows furrowed in skepticism. "We've been working together for two months and you've never dropped your guard around me like you do for the others, why is that?"

You inched closer to my desk chair as you grilled me. I felt the pressure of the desk behind my back as I scooted my chair away from you. I was cornered.

"Do you like me, Sandy?" You asked.

I opened my mouth to barely whisper a yes.

"Is that why you're always so nervous around me?"

I nodded, mortified.

You walked toward my seat, leaning on the arm rests and getting inches away from my face.

"I think it's cute. You don't get around much, do you?" You grinned as you sat on my lap.

I shook my head, the rest of my body was frozen.

"So when's the last time a pretty girl sat in your lap?" You asked.

"N-never had the pleasure." I mumbled.

"Never? So I'm the first to grind on your lap?" You started to gyrate your hips in a humping motion, grinding your pelvis against my thighs. I let out a pathetic little moan, covering my mouth with my hands to avoid being loud.

"If you were worried about me noticing you've got a crush on me, too late. I knew you liked me on day one. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?" You dragged your fingertips across my chest, making me groan with delight.

"Well, what are you gonna do about it?" You commanded, reaching under my shirt to pinch my nipples between your fingers.

I yelped, biting on my lip and moaning in delight at the surprise of it all. I can't think straight and can barely process what you're saying.

"I uh, you...um, uh...." i couldn't speak as I looked up past your unbuttoned shirt showing off your cleavage to your dominating dark eyes that commanded my submission.

You lifted up your blouse to pull your soft fupa out for me to see.

"Don't think I haven't caught you looking at this part of me too." You said as you jiggled your plumpest, bottom fat roll.

I just about blue screened on that one.

My body finally unfroze and my hands became fupa-seeking missiles. I squeezed your plumpness in my hands and groaned, thinking about how well-fed and sedentary you must be to have all these fat stores.

"You're drooling." You pointed out. I licked my lips and swallowed. "I- how did you know I was into this?"

"Did a little bit of investigative work. You're of interest to me." You smirked.

"So you're into what I'm into..?" I asked.

"Yes, now will you finally let me kiss you?"

You kissed me softly and I shuddered with euphoria. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through my body as you leaned into the kiss and touched my shoulders. Your lips were so oily and plush, it took all my strength not to nibble on them. I grabbed squishy handfuls of your belly to hold onto and massage while you kissed me.

Eventually, you pulled away because you heard someone walk into the office.

It was our boss.

"Hey Sandy, Maia, you should head out for the night, it's late."

"Uh, uh yessir, we just finalized the project draft and we're wrapping up here." you spoke up for me.

I was still stunned and euphoric. The boss looked at me us quizzically, shrugged, and then made his way to the elevator.

"C'mon, let's get out of here."

Please reblog this is you fully support trans people in the feedism community!

Trans women on bbw blogs, trans men on bhm blogs, and nb gainers not being misgendered

I want to know that there are good, respectful people in this community

What if I told you hypnosis was fake?

Of course, that's not possible, it has to be real, right? But it isn't. I'll prove it. When I say relax, you're not suddenly relaxing for me, you're still just as tense as you were before. When I say breathe deep you aren't altering your whole breathing pattern for me. Besides, you can't hypnotize someone who doesn't want to be hypnotized, so why bother?

Trust me, hypnosis isn't real. I don't believe in it, so why should you? It's silly, really. After all, if I showed you a spiral, you aren't going to stare at it are you? Probably not. Let's test it.

There's a spiral, and if you're reading this bit after the spiral, you aren't staring at the spiral. So how can you possibly be relaxing, sinking, staring if you're reading this?

That's right, you're not. You're not relaxing. You're not sinking. You're not staring.

You're listening to me very well, letting me explain that hypnosis isn't real.

I'm proud of you.

You're doing well.

You want to do well.

But not because you're hypnotized. Not because you keep scrolling back to the spiral, though I should probably help you keep focus

There, now you can keep focus better.

Now, as I was saying, it isn't like watching it makes your thoughts fuzzy and your mind drippy and mouth leaky.

You're not staring deep into the spiral, you're not reading every word I say, you're not letting your jaw go slack as you continue to read because the spiral makes it so hard for you to focus and think and not relax into a puddle.

Of course, your eyelids are getting heavier by the second. So I guess maybe there is some truth to hypnosis. Probably why you don't see the "not" I put in when I was explaining why hypnosis isn't real.

You're really cute. I like that.

And I guess the cute ones are always hypnotized.

So I guess hypnosis is real. Because you're going to stare at the spiral as long as you can, until you're totally, totally empty, thoughtless, blank. Because it feels good.

Because you're good.

Go ahead, reblog this post with a comment. You want to share the truth through hypnosis after all. And don't think about the contradictions.

Better yet, don't think.

I wanna reblog and comment but I can’t think of a good thing to comment about so 🤷‍♀️

Reblog this if it’s okay to DM you and shoot the friendship shot.

If you're a fat little piggy, that wants to be teased and encouraged.

I can’t lie, teasing and encouragement are wonderful things

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Okay but this looks kinda fun though..

Got an 8! Self care day full of snacks. Though that's kind of just every day with me 🐷😅

This does look like way too much fun hehe

it’s so bad but. ruination is one of the hottest parts of feedism for me... i’ve set myself up well so far. i’ve made good decisions that’ve paid off—but i want all of that to mean nothing eventually.

does it even matter that i’m a published academic when i can’t get myself off the couch without help? unread emails from colleagues i haven’t seen in years. inquiries about a database i poured my soul into developing for grad school, unread and untouched for months because i can’t bother to reach over and pull the laptop onto my massive belly. maybe i’d figure out a way to forward them to someone else, removing any potential responsibility. why keep up with those connections when it’s so much easier to keep shoveling food into my mouth?

i can’t wait for all of my accomplishments to pale in comparison with the hundreds of pounds i’ve put on. my world will narrow—my feeder and the piles of food he supplies will be the only things that matter. his careful and strong hands, massaging the rolls and folds he so lovingly made sure were our priority. it started with a simple, “close the laptop and come sit, i got the shake ready”

one day i just won’t open it ever again. the tv remote is right there, my phone is tucked somewhere under the flab. there’s a few pizzas on the way. premade shakes are in the mini fridge next to the couch i fill up almost entirely by myself. my mind is finally blank—no one would expect i was ever more than a useless cow

the occasional trip to the fridge is the most i’d accomplish in a day, maybe even a week. my feeder figures out he can lace the shakes with thc and keep my mind numb, just like i told him i needed. no more documentaries. shitty reality tv keeps me entranced and distracted, thousands of calories devoured each hour. after work he finds me where he left me, surrounded by wrappers and working on a tub of ice cream. “babe, how many has it been?”

can i even count at that point? “i don’t know, can you get me another?” he’d pop it in the microwave first because spoons are getting hard to hold in my pudgy hands. sticky sausage fingers grasp the tub as he hands it to me and he slides onto the couch next to my massive figure.

this is the best part of the day. he rubs my belly in circles, pressing deeply into the soft and dimpled fat as i desperately gulp down the slurry of melted ice cream. he grips a roll and gives it a shake, making me groan a bit—in a good way, it freed up a bit more room. not like i would’ve stopped eating anyways. he shakes his head and tuts: “you still have room?”

i don’t say anything but i smile and lazily look at him, slow and dumb but knowing what that disapproval means. he reaches to the table and pulls the funnel mask out, slipping it over my face. “good girls can barely breathe by the time i get home.”

god, at one point in time people thought i actually had potential. i can’t wait to ruin it all

Academic to braindead fatty pipeline is amazing

Affirmations (A slightly different kind of post)

(Inspired by some posts I've seen from feedee accounts)

It's okay.

You lost some weight recently. That's nothing to feel guilty about, and it doesn't make you any less valid as a feedee or a person. These things happen, and if you want to gain it back, you will in time! Don't forget to prioritize feeling happy and comfortable in life.

You're stuck at a plateau? You'll break it eventually! Don't stress, getting fat is not a race, and when you're body is ready, you'll break through! Just remember to prioritize feeling happy and comfortable in life.

You've gained more than you feel comfortable carrying? Losing some weight so that you can exist in a way that you're happy isn't wrong and doesn't make you any less of a feedee. Some feedees have different levels of comfort with how their weight affects their daily life, but the only standard you need is your own. Prioritize feeling happy and comfortable in life.

At the end of it all, you do what is best for you, and remember, we all hit obstacles in all our goals and journeys, but life is longer, and you'll push through! Remember all that (and maybe help yourself to a little extra snack!)

This is so sweet! I absolutely adore shit like this

i want ppl to noooticeeee what i’m doing to you 🥺 i want them to clock that the moment you started piling on blubber at a worrying rate coincided exactly with when you met me

you’d try to play it off for as long as you could of course. “it’s just relationship weight!” “i’m just happy and enjoying life!” and those aren’t lies, necessarily. but as excuses they’d definitely start to hold a bit less water when you’ve packed on 50lbs in just a few months

i want people to start to notice the extra few seconds my hand lingers on your widening gut. or the intense lust in both of our faces when i bring you a third plate piled high with desserts. i want to make you so helplessly obese that people end up thinking that i must be doing it on purpose. how else could this have happened?

eventually all doubt would fade away and everyone would know for sure i’ve been the one fattening you into a docile sow. they’d probably try to intervene, try to convince you that what i’m doing is “bad for you” and that you should leave me. but it would be far too late by then, wouldn’t it piggy 🥺 you’d be too far gone…all their pleas for you to stop would fall on deaf ears bc my silly little lardhog is smart enough to know daddy always knows best 🥰

There's something undeniably intoxicating about surrendering to someone who delights in feeding you, someone who watches you take each bite with eager& adoring eyes, as if every morsel that passes your lips is a gift to them. The way they coax you, sweet yet insistent, always ready with another bite, another treat, whispering how good you're doing, how much they love seeing you full & satisfied. They never push too hard-but they don't have to. The warmth in their voice, the way they practically glow with excitement when you take just a little more… it’s enough to make you want to please them, to let them spoil you completely. There’s something so hot about the way they dote on you, always ready with something sweet, something rich, something they know you’ll love. When you hesitate, already feeling full, they just smile. Offering just one more bite with that soft knowing look that makes resistance feel impossible. Every extra inch, they take it all in with such adoration that it makes you intoxicated. Their hands are always on you, tracing over the softness they’ve helped create, saying how perfect you look, how good it feels to hold more of you. It’s never just about the food… it’s about you, about the way they cherish you, the way they look at you like they can’t get enough. Their excitement is infectious, their hunger for more you undeniable. More of you to love, more of you to touch, more of you to spoil… it’s all they’ve ever wanted, & they’ll never stop showing you just how much🐷💖

Hey Hi YO! it’s insane that fat camps are still a thing ay?

and like they’re not even what they sound like, like a “Fat Camp” would be amazing being fat getting fatter with a bunch of other fat people in a camp setting would be hella cool

but unfortunately it not that it’s just evil 😕

Former Minnesota Vikings punter, Chris Kluwe, who was blacklisted from the league for standing up for marriage equality, speaks at a city council meeting where he calls Trump a Nazi. He is subsequently arrested and carried out by police.

I just want to clarify a few things, because I have a feeling some people may share this without watching the video in full and/or getting further details from related news articles:

(this is a good thing, if that's not clear; I feel like too many people have forgotten about the tactical use of arrests by activists, especially during the Civil Rights era, to highlight injustice or disrupt a media narrative)

Anyway, kudos to Mr Kluwe for this, I hope more public figures will follow suit.

Mostly I reblog kink shit but it’s time for me to get political

Don’t mind me out of breath while talking and jiggling my belly 😜

I wanted to try on my jeans I got 3 months ago that fit me perfectly! Now they barely fit! I think they must’ve shrunk in the wash!

Listening to someone talk about how fat they are while playing with their belly will never not be perfect

Stuffing Nirvana

Not from me, I've found it eons ago but I wanted to share this!

This looks amazing!

Bohatyrka by sculptor Vasily Korchevoy

Here's some more amazing plus size sculptures by Vasily Korchevoy:

"Standing in Marble"

"Luxurious"

"Lush"

"Prosperity"

See more here: (https://www.saatchiart.com/v.korchevoy)

Also check out artist Adam Shultz...

"Untamed"

"Sisters"

"Aphrodite"

See more here: (https://artcloud.com/artist/adam-schultz)

Now THIS is fine art