Pissed At Being Misgendered, But Also Feeling Strange Now That I Might Have Experienced Moderate Dysphoria

Have you? Do you dare tag them? 😈

Did you know you can call butches baby? And baby them? Like they are babies? And need babying? Thank you for your time.

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It takes an impressive lack of self-awareness to complain about the wastefulness of golf courses while also consuming thousands of excess calories a day.

It seems like someone is a little bit triggered 😬

first ever tummy tuesday?!?!

I'm not a big believer in "return to posting on a message board" as a solution to most social-media-platforms-becoming-hostile problems, but in the case of our specific gay feminist tumblr feedism scene? I think it could work. We're small enough in number and close enough as a posting community that it doesn't seem 100% impossible to moderate.

"PLEASE!" you begged "I'm to big now I can't reach!" You explained desperately trying to work your hand around your enormous gut, not quite able to reach down to where you so badly craved release.

"Oh my fatty, did it finally happen? Have to finally gotten so fat that you can't even get yourself off anymore? Such a greedy pig" I placed a vibrator wand in your hand "maybe this will help" grin spreading across my face, enjoying watching your struggle.

You turned on the vibrator, first attempting to reach over your belly, but it hung too far down for you to line it up right. Best you could achieve was jiggling your belly hang around.

Groaning with frustration and effort you hefted your belly up higher, snaking the other hand between your belly and thigh. For just the briefest of moments it worked, the vibrator touched down just where you needed. But your belly had gotten to heavy for you to hold up, it fell from your grip crashing down on your hand like a wave, knocking the vibrator from your grip.

"Oh for fuck sake" you panted out in frustration, all you had managed was to make yourself out of breath and hornier than before. Your eyes looked up to me pleading.

I reached between your legs grabbing the vibrator, letting it brush against you slightly as I brought it closer to myself. " You have no idea how much it turns me on that you've gotten so fat!" I say pressing the vibrator against my own pussy. "That you chose food over the ability to get yourself off. That you chose to be massively obese instead of the tiny thin body you used to have." I shuddered slightly as the pleasure built inside me. "If you want my help go get some food fatty, put on a little show for me" I watched you waddle as quickly as your legs could carry you to the kitchen, your entire body wobbling. Entranced by the jiggle of your ass and how the cellulite dimpled with each step. Thinking back on the athletic from you had when we first met, contrasting that with enormous body waddling before me.

Plopping down heavily with a grunt you began tearing into a pile of snacks. Grabbing food with both hands cramming it into your mouth. Chips, brownies cookies all disappearing one after another sometimes a handful of both at the same time. Your fat cheeks bulging with food were streaked with chocolate. The room silent besides the hum of the vibrator and your chewing. You tore open a carton of cream to wash some of your snacks down with. "You're.. such.. a fucking.. pig.. aren't .. you" I gasped orgasm close. You nodded and began to chug the cream, dribbling some down your chins in your haste.

You lowered the carton, burping loudly and jiggling your fat belly at me before bring it back to your lips to finish the rest. As you gulped down the rest of the cream I came hard gasping and shuddering. Your greed and indulgence pushing me over the edge. Taking a moment to catch my breath and enjoy the sight of you finishing your fattening snack, dropping the carton and flopping back with a contented sigh. I crawled between your fat thighs pushing the vibrator into your crotch.

Hearing your breath catch from the stimulation you so badly needed, I smiled leaning down and kissing your belly. Trailing them up from your belly button to your plump tits, sucking on your sensitive nipple for a few moments. Before continuing my trail upwards stopping again to kiss the side of your neck. Then whispering in your ear "imagine how much fatter I'm going to be able to make you now that you can't cum without my help. I'll make you stuff your greedy belly anytime you crave my touch. You're helpless to stop it now aren't you, just completely stuck getting as fat as I want you to be. And I'm gonna make you so.. much... fatter!" With that your orgasm crashed over you, moaning loudly. Body shaking causing your fat to wobble everywhere. Panting and wheezing to catch your breath it was all you could do to huff out a small "thank you!".

300 lbs is just chubby reblog if you agree

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you let something slide because you were too shocked to react in the moment, you can bring it up the next time you talk to that person, you can text them, you can let them know it won’t slide again in the future. you don’t have to just accept that behavior indefinitely because you couldn’t gather your thoughts to say it made you uncomfortable when it first happened. you’re not making anything awkward, you are giving someone an opportunity to show care for you, and telling them you trust them enough to change their behavior. there is literally nothing wrong or bad with voicing discomfort even if the moment has already passed.

are u all bored of watching me play w my tits or do u wanna see it again

I want to see you too big for your clothes, fat, spilling everywhere, jiggling  in the most obscene way.

I want to make you bigger. Fatter. watchOS your movements become more laborious, until eventually you just can’t.

You need me to help but I just make it worse. Feed you more. Make you fatter.

So fat that you can’t reach yourself anymore, dependent on my whim to get you off.