I Want More T4t Kink Friends Reblog This If Ur Trans, Fat, And Want To Kiss About It

Doesn’t it feel so good to let go? To just eat whatever you want and let your body slowly become covered in soft, jiggly fat. To feel your belly start poking out of shirts that were once loose, and jiggle with every step you take. All while being so turned on by what you’re doing to yourself…turning yourself into an unrecognizable, horny, greedy piggy who just can’t stop themself from getting fatter.

I’ve made my choice, im abandoning this blog.

I’ve learned a lesson, I can’t be openly trans on the internet.

Ever since I started getting a lot of attention on all my posts it’s been unbearable non-stop harassment. All because I dared to be a trans man on the internet who made posts about being a trans man. All because I dared to be a trans man who made sexual jokes. All because I dared to be a trans man who had a fucking backbone about anything and didn’t let people walk all over me.

I’ve gotten hundreds of transphobic comments and asks, and staff hasn’t done shit about it. I report and I report but nothing. The people who harass me just say up. They can tell me to kill myself. They can call me slurs. They can send me rape threats. And staff just lets it happen.

And I’m tired of it. I just wanted to have fun . I just wanted to shitpost.

I’m going to make a new general blog - one where it’s just me and my friends making shitposts again. Mutuals can DM and ask what it is.

dick makes people mentally ill. dick havers, dick wannabes and dick lovers are all insane. it's like toxoplasmosis, you have compulsive need to defend and push and worship dicks all the time and spead your dick mania to everywhere you go.

this seems rational and grounded in empirical evidence

"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!".

Intro Post!

Hello, and welcome!

About me:

You can call me Willow!

I'm 20, fem/neutral genderfluid and nonbinary, omnisexual, and on the aromantic spectrum. I'm also a butch!

I use they/them, it/its, she/her, or thon/thons pronouns, but feel free to ask about other sets of neopronouns!

I'm a huge nerd, and spend a lot of my time on Magic: the Gathering, D&D, and historical martial arts. Specifically, I practice renaissance German longsword and a bit of British military saber (fuck the empire though) and early German smallsword.

I am into fashion, and wear a kilt frequently. I also love historical clothing, in particular regency and 18th century menswear. A lot of it is quite expensive though, so it's a long process.

About the blog:

This is largely a kink blog. If you're not okay with feedism, please just step away.

Please don't hesitate to send kink chats, just be kind!

I'm a feedee and gainer! Currently hoping to get to 240 pounds and evaluate from there. 250 or 260 is the highest I'm currently interested in going. Would love a feeder, but really only looking for T4T. Men very heavily preferred, but women and nonbinary people are welcome too.

Anyone not on my DNI list is free to send a message, but special privilege goes to other fatties and queer peeps.

For the purpose of sex and kink chats, I am primarily a sub and bottom. That said, I love subs, so don't feel like that prohibits a message!

I don't have extra money. While I would love to buy someone food, I can't be spending my money on that. Please respect this.

If you're a bigot, pedo, or fit common DNI criteria, DNI.

Though it will not come up often, I'm on the far left end of the political spectrum, and a socialist. If you don't like that, we won't get along. I request that you refrain from wasting both of our time.

Enjoy your stay!

it fucking sucks being a disabled person who can't work and having to see these fuckass posts where someone's like "ahaha jobless people have no life and that's why everyone shitty online has No Job" and everyone and their mother reblogs it joyfully onto my dash for me to see. yes unemployed and unemployable people are truly without exception dogshit people with no hobbies and no redeeming qualities. you're so right. anyway if you'll excuse me i have to start my shift at the I'll Never Be Employed Because Of Permanent Disability And I Love Knowing How You Really See Me store

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 😬

I feel like I would want an enabler rather than a feeder.

I eat too much, too often on my own anyway, always grazing looking for snacks and getting seconds and thirds during mealtime.

But what if I had someone who kept all my favorite snacks stocked, cooked my favorite meals (too much of course, and guilt tripping me that they have to throw it out if I don't eat it) and brings me food and high calorie drinks whenever I am at the computer or just in front of the TV.

I need someone who just makes sure I spent all my free time unconsciously eating, not looking for food or wasting time by making it myself.

I am a grazing cow and to think about all the minutes I waste by not eating makes me sad.

I have constant food noise in my head and I need someone to make sure that it's quiet by providing so much food to me at all times that my brain will never have to worry about it again.

So am I just going to be madly horny every night? Like, I've always been very sexual, but it feels like it's more now. Maybe it's because I decided I'm getting fatter? Dunno.