#feedee fantasy

The only thing that has changed…

Is the camera quality. (Duh)

Kudos to my hair for being a natural censor bar

My arms are beginning to hang

I’m going to consume 15,000 calories today. Wish me luck friends

(More pics because I love the cow-kini…)

Where’s the pool party? I’m ready ⛱

I have a feeling all my shirts will be croptops by the end of this summer

Can I be yours baby

I recently got some new stretch marks. Where do you think they are?

What should I eat today

Hi everyone, all I can think about is mozzarella sticks today. That is all

So guys I’m trying to decide. Should I commit to being a sissy or a feedee cause I hon love both but I feel like they can’t go together would love to get some responses on which I shoul chose and why. Much love ❤️

Okay okay fine, I’ll come back to posting on Tumblr too. Only because your support is wonderful! Thank you!

There’s waaaay more than a handful to play with. It’s all for you.~

He do be putting on winter weight.

I’M FINALLY BACK TO POST IRL STUFF!!!

I forgot I had these in my reactions folder. Here ya go!

I adore fatties that are too wide for a single chair. Either needing two (possibly three) chairs to support of all that delightful pudge they’ve packed on. However, it’s just as hot watching their thighs spill off whatever poor chair is under their fluffy wrath.

This isn’t just feederism related, just remember.

Have you ever had someone bigger than you climb on top of you? Ain’t it lovely to feel their heft hit you all at once? It’s a bit painful, but the overwhelming feeling of pleasure is worth it.~

EVERYONE!!!

Tummies that are so soft and heavy that they’re able to rest on counters and sinks. The way they ripple and bounce with the teeniest of motions. Bliss.~

Another niche fat thing I really like? Bellies tucked into pants. I cannot tell you why, but that right there is my shit. Maybe it’s cuz it’s like holding and massaging a giant beanbag. Then you can untuck said beanbag and have all that dough to yourself.~

Okay y’all hear me out: Fat pressed against glass. Like on a shower door?? Whooooo-wee that’s really hot.

But what if I come back from the dead to tell you just how much I adore squishy, doughy tummies. I like it when they wobble like an ocean of lard, fueled by snacks. So much softness to kiss and snuggle up to. It’s beautiful.