Just A Reminder That You Don't Have To Pass To Be Valid As A Trans Person.

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!

I call this the create a new problem technique

Damn ya gut fat. What ya pronouns?

Reblog if this would work on you

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"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!".

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.

“Europeans live longer because they eat FRESH FOOD!!!!” Bitch, they live on cigarettes. They live longer because they have universal healthcare. I’m convinced America is obsessed with inventing things that are killing us so you don’t have to face the actual problems.

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