Submissive Feeder Manifesto

Chapter 1 - 🫠

I need to get this out, because if don't someone will feel like they will never find someone like them, and i want to use anonimity to finally say this out loud, i don't care if i get called a femboy, it's irrelevant.
I only like fat women, i can't develop attraction for someone who is OBESE, not even fat. You are so beautiful... big fat matronly belly apron, fat arms like a pillow, a big phat ass that takes all the space in the bed, a cute double chin :3 always present, more noticeable when im laying on top of you like you're a water bed and i look up and you're there holding me and looking right into my eyes... I feel a need for having a matronly woman always next to me for me to hide behind her but also to be her best friend, like bread and butter, someone to wrap myself around their finger.
The contrast is just magical for me... being small next to a literal whale is the ultimate contrast. Thing which i want to encourage. I want to cook for someone who will eat it all, demand more food and be happy like that, no matter the hundreds of pounds of lard that will settle behind the skin in all their body.
Knowing what will happen and still do it is such a display of confidence, ifi see something like that happening i instantly feel safe and comfortable, and havibg aomeone doing it all the time everyday feels like home, even if i was homeless sleeping in a yoga mat shivering every night i would.
All that fat is just trying to keep evertone safe, so thoughtful and warm, welcoming and cozy... there's nothing like it, there is nothing like helping someone get more of it, so i can get lost in it forever and to make that someone happy and loved dearly.
And all that precious fat is noticeable for the world omg, everyone can see the gluttony, the effect of gravity when each step makes the cankles jiggle, the thighs, the knee rolls, the belly... the belly shouldn't be contained ever...it should be proudly displayed, i can't forgive people ashamed of having a fat partner when they are being fat in public, im not okay with it.
All that fat and cofidence is symptomatic of the love that we feel in our home, and people feel it too, they just don't know.
Im sick of the roles and behaviors that want to be inherent to our gender, and contrast is my way to live acoordingly to my desire of eliminating all that acting from my life.
Cringe, weird, desperate or whatever this bunch of text might be, it does not move me, for i already got the peace of mind writing tips.
Since i can write whatever i want i won't finish there, sadly i don't know how to draw, so i can only express myself this way, and poems but, i never understand other people's poems so i conjectured that that happens to the majority, so i will just write the usual way.
Specifically about OBESITY... such a lovely word :3 🫠, i love that it goes againts common believes to love fatness, and wgen it draws attention is best, specifically to a certain area... that swells like a melting bar of butter in a warm pan, that is the symptom of gluttony, that grows to crazy sizes and is out of control of the person that has it, because its a sack of fat that would need so much work to be casted away, it can barely be sucked in and grows further and down, hanging lower and lower, heavier, jigglier... FATTER. Becoming cozier and making home feel sweeter than before, with its cushioning.
And the best part is, that not just a belly does that, but also fingers, hands, feet, calfs, arms, boobs, wrists, fupas, etc.
All that weight forcing its bearer to settle down, chill and get comfortable, hungrier and yearning for a fat livestyle, is just going to become more and more.
Fat just feels magical to the touch, unlike muscles or a tight smooth ass or abs, they are not that great, i tolerate them because i love sports... speaking about that, i love to have what fatties don't have, so i can put it at their service, like, you want a massive cheesecake right now? I'll go running right now, or, maybe you would like a feet massage? Or maybe you want me to help you get up from couch? OF COURSE, MY PLEASURE. I'll work out for you don't worry, you just eat those desserts i made for me pls. If you want more i make more, if you want a belly rub i'll give you one, i can handle a 100lbs belly, i can swim a mille for you, i can win an iron man for you, i can run a mille under 5 minutes for you, i can do 40 pull ups too... all that so you don't have to, you don't need to burn calories, jusr let them turn into fat and find the best place to pile up in your body, so i can play with it later and kiss it.


Im atheist but... ty lord for FAT.
Lard have mercy, don't let me die suffocated by a monstruous belly, boob, ass or armpit, maybe just grasp for air like i do when i train in the pool.

I wrote before about getting lost in someone's fat... it's more like getting swallowed by it, consumed, absorbed, like the victims of the blob in the movie called "The Blob" lol, i even dreamed about it years ago and i still remember it by with detail.
I'll be happy with that and i deserve it, because i helped creating all that fatness. It is just so beautiful, how could i don't want more. I would want it in my body even, its welcomed and appreciated.

I can't bring myself to read all this again, so pls forgive spelling mistakes, my main language is spanish.

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