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An 8,000-year-old marble figurine of a voluptuous woman was unearthed in 2016 in the Neolithic urban settlement of Çatalhöyük in central Turkey. The figurine is 17 centimeters long, 11 centimeters wide and weighs one kilo.

insane to me btw that princesses aren't drawn fat more often. you're literally a state-sponsored spoiled brat. like that's your job description. i would literally eat nothing but steak and cake every day until i was visiting the royal tailor on a bi-weekly basis and every maid in the castle would be teasing me sexfully about it

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when ppl tell me i’m not that kinky bc they’re into bdsm & shit.. my fetish is literally one of the seven deadly sins but go off i guess

feeling cute and chubby

Beyond all the obvious perks of dating a feedist/feedee, I do really miss going kinda nuts at gas stations/grocery stores off the cuff.

It's always that little voice.

"Good feeders wouldn't show up empty handed."

And it's a very cute little way of affection. She wouldn't know at the very moment that I'm snaking up and down aisles like the kinky mess I am, studying the options. She loves those. Oh but I can't just get her sweets. There needs to be some salty. Something with bread/carbs too. And then I'm stuck with an armful of snacks thinking about how I'll be feeding some of that to her... which is my little secret I get to keep until I get home from my original trip to the gym to work out.

And it does become near comical. If she lit up when I sauntered in with snacks the first time, then maybe I should seek that reaction... every time.

Post office? Add a detour to get $17 of junk food.

Went for a bike ride? Well how am I supposed to get my post ride Gatorade while ignoring the Texas Rolls near the checkout?

And there's no rationalization either. Is that a lot of food to bring home each and every time I leave the house? Yes? But you loveeee the snacks. I don't see the problem. I'm just your playfully idiot himbo feeder who can't connect the dots between your issues with those pants and my own shopping habits. I thought you thought I was cute when I brought home snacks? You think you're getting fat? I don't see how that is my fault. Let me be cute.

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