Hi! So I'm a huge Sims 4 fan and my favorite thing to do is peruse for Mods & go shopping for custom content. And of course since I'm a feedist fetish model, fat person, and fat admirer I've put alot of effort into finding mods for feedist/kinky gameplay and better, more realistic fat bodies!
Under the cut I've compiled all the mods/CC and placed them all into different categories! I've listed mods for Weight Gain Manipulation, Feedist traits & Gameplay, Misc Kink/Relationship mods, body presets & sliders, skin overlays, "feeding" type mods, food retextures, food delivery mods, Cookboook/recipe mods, custom food & food sets, and stuff for kitchen appliances and restaurants/food trucks.
I haven't used every mod on this list so use all of these with caution. However some of the mods/CC that I do use often & love I've marked as (fave) 😊
Lumpinou Open Love Life (Polyamory/Throuples, etc.): https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/mods/open-love-life-additional-relationship-types
^ Lumpinou Toolbox (download this if you do the mod above): https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/mods/lumpinous-toolbox-script-library
AEP Career Mod (Porn Industry career): https://ksuihuh.wixsite.com/corner/aep
WickedPerversions isn't my fave but this Succubus mod seems cool: https://www.loverslab.com/topic/90553-nisa%E2%80%99s-wicked-perversions/#comment-2094493
Body Presets
Feminine
Better Heavy female sims (fave)(technically a mod): https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/mods/better-heavy-female-body
Heliotropic Heavy Boobs (technically a mod) (NSFW link): https://www.loverslab.com/files/file/4185-sims-4-heavy-boobs/
PlayersWonderland Plus Size body preset: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-mods-caspresets/title/plus-size-body-preset-n06/id/1624729/
SSNL CAS body preset: https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/SSNL2/downloads/details/category/sims4-mods-caspresets/title/a-tease-cas-body-preset-for-males-by-ssnl/id/1469871/
Vibrantpixels Man Bods body presets: https://www.patreon.com/posts/man-bods-body-4-25117311
A reference for writers. If this enables one more sentence of chubby fic, my job is done.
Suggestions very welcome.
Updated here on a dedicated page with way more words (and organization)
CHUBBY
ample apple/pear beefy big big boned big frame bigger blimpy blubbery bulky carrying extra pounds chubby chunky corpulent cuddly dimpled doughy fattie filled out flabby fleshy floppy fluffy heavily built heavy heavyset hippo husky large meaty obese on the bigger side out of shape overweight paunchy plump porker porky portly pudgy puffy roly-poly rubenesque stocky stout thick tubby tubs unfit voluptuous well-nourished
BIG
abundant bloated blob of chunky chubby doughnut flesh full heft lush mass massive mountainous padded plump plush rotund round, rounded, rounded out softened swollen, swelled up thick wide
BELLIES
abdomen beach ball beer belly blubber girth gut middle midsection padding paunch pillow pot belly spare tire stomach tum tummy waist waistline
BELLY PARTS
biggest/fattest/fullest/roundest part love handles mound muffin top overhang rolls, fat rolls, side rolls shelf stretch marks swells of fat underbelly
WHAT BELLIES DO
balloon out bounce bow out bulge out bump droop fill out folds hang jiggle overflow poke out pooch out protrude push quiver settle shake shelf sink soften stick out suck in swell out tremble wiggle wobble
TOUCHES
brush drift over explore ghosting fingertips over glide over grab hands sink in knead massage pat pinch poke push into rest hand on rub rub circles /draw circles squeeze squish
This story is inspired by the Starbound mod "Starpounds" by ShyDispatch
You wake up. Today you feel different. A lot different. Looking down, there is a notable bump in the middle of your duvet cover. You resist the urge to touch it, you already have an idea of what it is, but you want to see it before you start caressing it.
Like yesterday, you swing your legs out to the side of the bed. It's slower, and takes more effort than usual, you feel them jiggle as they move. You look at them and immediately blush.
They're so much bigger. Your thighs are smushed together and are decorated with stretch marks. Your arse feels bigger too, wider...
You lift yourself up and stumble, struggling to balance your new weight. After steadying yourself, you make your way over to the mirror and immediately turn red.
Your pussy is wet already, not that you can see it. Your fat belly hangs over your crotch, obscuring it from view. Resting above your belly are it's two competitors. Your titties have expanded into melons, absolutely massive compared to yesterday.
You reach up and squeeze one of them. It's soft, but firm. Fondling your creamy boob flesh is making you hornier. You look up and notice your face. A second chin sits comfortably below the first, your cheeks are wider too.
You could stand there all day, fondling and admiring your weight. But unfortunately, the Comms array wouldn't monitor itself.
You pick out a hoody and a pair of sweatpants, fairly certain that you've already outgrown your other clothes. In confirmation of this assumption, you notice the curve of your belly hanging out from under the bottom of your hoody.
This was once one of the biggest, loosest articles of clothing you owned. Now it was one of the smallest... that you could wear anyway.
You aren't ashamed of your fat anymore, not like you had been yesterday. But still, it is getting colder and you can't really leave your flesh exposed, regardless of how beautiful it is.
You adjust your sweatpants, pulling the band over your belly. Your fat still bulged outwards through the pants.
There was still one thing you had to do. You can't believe you didn't think of it before. You walk into your ensuite bathroom and look down at weighing scales hungrily.
Two days ago you weighed roughly 120 lbs. Time to see what the 'damage' was. You step onto the scales and stand still, waiting for the beep. When it does, you look down and gasp in surprise.
Over the past two days you put on just over 140 lbs. That was an obscene amount of weight. You were close to fingering yourself again, but decided against it. You've wasted enough time already.
You need to go and get fatter... No, wait. You need to go and monitor the Comms, just in case anybody cums... comes by. The fat can weight... wait.
You get to the array and sit down at the monitoring station, there's a slight creak as you place you plump rear upon it. Nothing... This galaxy is supposed to be teeming with life, and yet not a single ship is in, or anywhere near this system!
You check the logs and groan, smacking your head against the desk. There had been a ship in the system. Nine hours ago. While you were gorging and playing with yourself, your escape ticket had flown in, refuelled at a nearby moon, and blasted off again.
If only you had the means to send a distress signal, you might have been saved... from yourself. A chill runs down the back of your neck, and you bolt upright. You were still cold. Angrily you fold your arms tight across your flabby chest.
You resolve not to leave this spot until someone else enters the system.
But you have no idea how long it could be before that happens... you don't want to freeze, do you?
Your tummy rumbles, and the angry expression on your face softens. You don't want to freeze, and you know there's only one thing you can do to prevent it. You need more fat, more blubber.
Okay, new plan. Run outside, grab some Lardlings, then come straight back here. There's no reason you had to eat at the dining hall.
Your "run" is more of a lumber. Unused to your expanded weight, it has affected your gait considerably. Your jiggling tits, arse and belly aren't helping either.
You make it outside once again, staring around like a wild animal. You spot your prey, a group of Lardlings clustered together. Perfect. The four of them should see you through the rest of the day.
You "pounce" on them, throwing your fat body upon them, grabbing them all in your arms. Your belly is talking to you again too, begging you to eat them all in one go and find some more to gorge yourself on.
Luckily, you still have some self control, and you're able to resist your feral instincts... for now. You carry yourself and the Lardlings back to the base.
Upon getting inside you head straight for the array and dump all but one of your "snacks" on a nearby table. Shoving the remaining one into your fat face.
You begin to feel hot already so you take off your winter coat and approach the monitor, slamming your fat butt down in the seat. You sigh in relief. You haven't missed anything, not this time.
You lean back in the chair and breathe heavily. The chair makes an ominous creaking sound in response. You reach over to the table and grab another of the Lardlings and swallow it.
Eating them used to be uncomfortable. The feeling of the big creature sliding down your oesophagus was painful before. Either you'd become desensitized, or your food pipe had adapted to your new diet.
As you feel the second Lardling splash into your stomach acid you moan softly, rubbing your filled belly.
More.
You obey the orders of your gurgling gut and reach for the last two Lardlings, shoving them down your hungry maw, one after the other.
You jiggle your belly up and down, feeling yourself get hotter and wetter. Your rolls have smoothed out, leaving you with a huge sphere of a belly. With all that mass inside your body you don't just look pregnant, you feel like it too.
The Lardlings jostle about in your expanded stomach, and you cradle your belly lovingly, daydreaming about how fat you will wind up. You want to stay awake this time, not just to watch for ships, but also to watch your fattened form expand further.
As your belly digests it's meal though, your eyelids begin to feel heavy and you feel yourself beginning to doze off.
"Nooo" You moan, reaching down into your sweatpants to play with your fat cunt, in a desperate attempt to stay awake.
"Need to... stay... awake" You pant, your head lolling forward.
"Need to see... need to knooww... neeed to... groooow" You groan just before you slump forward, your fat face landing on the desk in front of you.
This story is inspired by the Starbound mod "Starpounds" by ShyDispatch
You wake up. Initially, nothing feels any different from usual. You suppose that shouldn't be too surprising, it'd be way too strange if you were already struggling to move.
You swing your legs out over the side of bed and frown as you look at them. They're definitely wider. Not by a lot, but enough to notice. You stand up, feeling just a bit... heavier.
You approach the mirror attached to your wardrobe and examine your body.
As you feared, you are noticeably fatter. Fatter than Emily got after her first Lardling, though not by much. From the front you don't look too bad, but upon turning to your side, you can see that your belly is far from the flat and toned shape it was the previous day.
Your belly protrudes forwards and ever so slightly obscures your view of your groin. That wasn't the only thing to have changed though.
Your arms and thighs are thicker, your hips are wider, your chin is softer, and your boobs are...bigger. Thinking of that word, "bigger" was like flipping a switch in your brain. Your face turns red and you begin to absentmindedly fondle your new belly fat.
You snap yourself out of it suddenly, your face turning even redder as you blush.
After putting on your selection of clothes for the day, you notice they sit a bit tighter on your expanded body. Luckily you were always into baggy clothes, so for now, you needn't worry about what to wear. Bra was a no go, but it's not like anyone was going to see you.
Back to another day of sitting in front of the communications array, desperately hoping for someone, anyone to pick up your signal. At least now you don't feel hungry anymore. Though you are still quite cold, and with the heating broken it is only going to get colder.
It means you'll have to get biggerrrr...
What? Why did you just think that? That wasn't one of your thoughts, it was like... it came from your tummy.
Your empty tummy. Your empty tummy that needs to be filled. You neeeed it. You need to get biggerrrr...
You snap yourself out of it and look down at your pudgy belly. Again, you found your hands there, massaging it without conscious direction to do so.
Regardless of whether that was your brain or your belly talking. You will need to fight the cold somehow.
Out into the snowy tundra you go again, in search of Lardlings. It doesn't take long to find the stupid things. They seem to hang around in one big area, it's like they want to be eaten or something.
How do the Lardlings eat? You wonder. How do they make more Lardlings?
Who cares, just pick a few up and bring them back to base!
A few? No way, there's no way you'll be eating anymore than one today. You're determined not to lose all self control.
Despite the fact you know it's a losing battle. At least get two, just so you don't freeze to death.
You consider your options for a moment and roll your eyes. You might not starve, but without more blubber you would still freeze. You approach one of the Lardlings and scoop it up. Looking at it, more hedonistic thoughts flood your mind.
Eat it now. Eat it now. Eat it now!
Without thinking, you open your mouth and down the Lardling in one heavy gulp before your consciousness can reassert itself. Like yesterday, it lands with a heavy splash in your greedy stomach which gurgles happily.
You come back to your senses and wince. Clutching your stretched belly instinctively. It doesn't feel as painful as it did last time but it's still not comfortable.
You approach another Lardling cautiously. You manage to pick it up this time without your cravings taking control over you. You decide to pick up another one as well however. Partly out of spite for yourself after what you did, and partly because you are still hungry...
Later during the day you stumble back to bed, cradling your stuffed gut. Not long ago you'd eaten the two Lardlings you brought back with you. You feel so hot... and heavy...
Climbing into bed, your bloated stomach brushes against the sheets. The sensation sends a ripple of pleasure through your body, and you become aware of a tingling sensation in your crotch.
Are you seriously enjoying this? You think to yourself. Do you really enjoy being such a big, fat, bloated pig?
Yes you are, you think to yourself reaching down to find your pussy. It feels swollen, is like that from arousal, or is it just more fat.
"Moore fat..." You moan to yourself as you slip your fingers inside, moving them along the pink walls of your vagina.
"Need... Moore faaat" You say to yourself again as the movement of your fingers within your slippery girl flesh quickens.
"I need to be bigger... heavier... fatter!" You mutter, starting to feel your climax approaching.
"Oh god I'm going to be so fucking... FAAAAAAT!!" You squeal as your pussy explodes with orgasmic fury. You slowly remove your fingers from your quivering hole and lift them up to your mouth, licking off the warm pussy juice.
The back of your head hits the pillow and you fall into a deep, heavy sleep.
It's always so hot when growing girls choose to wear tight clothing when they know full well that it's going to get tighter and tighter as their gluttonous day goes on.
skin tight baby… skin tight
new try-on clip available here <3
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