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love-and-pastries · 3 months
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I have this friend that I haven't seen in a year. Last time I saw them, they were skinnier than me and barely ate when stopping by. They didn't ask for snacks or anything to eat unless I was already planning on eating something. That's all fine and good, but I saw them again after about a year...
They had clearly put on at least 100 pounds, potentially 150, and I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I assure you that I'm not. When the couch barely made a sound before, it creaked and groaned against their weight. When they had no issues getting around, going up the stairs left them out of breath. When the floorboards were silent with their footsteps, they now stepped heavily around the house with the boards creaking loudly underneath them. Even their clothes, which had to be new, were struggling against their overstuffed belly.
The first thing they did was ask me for something to eat, so I gladly made them ramen. They requested two packets and a soft-boiled egg, and I gladly provided. After their meal, they asked for snacks, so I willingly gave them whatever they wanted - all that I had. They finished an entire box of cheezits and a half of a second box. They also finished half a box of cookies. They wanted hot chocolate to go with this, so again, I provided, making sure to add extra whip cream and small marshmallows. As much as I tried not to, I found myself sneaking a glance at their shirt that was now riding up on them slightly as their belly hung over their pants.
They told me they were still hungry and somewhat reluctantly asked if I had anything left to eat. I happily agreed and made a full pizza, not expecting to eat a single bite of it myself. I brought the pizza over to the kitchen table, and they took a seat, the wooden chair creaking loudly as they did so. After I added some extra cheese on top, they took a slice and quickly devoured it. Then they took another, and another. I kept them talking as they ate, somewhat of a distraction, and before they realized it, they had eaten the entire pizza. I could tell their pants were barely clinging to them, and it was clear their shirt was riding up much more than it had been before. They looked stuffed, and I could see a look in their eyes that said, "If I eat any more, I'll pop."
Their stomach, however, disagreed with their comfort and growled. Clearly embarrassed, they tried to play it off, but I knew better. I grabbed them a dessert - a tub of strawberry ice cream, a small slice of chocolate cake, ice, extra sugar, a bit of cinnamon, and a half pint of heavy cream. I pulled out my blender and made a delicious and thick milkshake. How many calories it was, I can't exactly say, but I had to be a good host to my starving friend, no? I couldn't let them go hungry.
I handed them a glass of the drink, and, hesitantly at first, they started politely drinking, but as they continued, their polite sips turned into desperate gulps, as if they hadn't drank anything in ages. They chugged the drink down - one glass became two, and two became three, and so on until the drink had been finished entirely. Their breathing was a bit more labored as they sat, seemingly pinned to their chair by their weight, and with one final gulp of their glass, the button on their pants flew off, and their belly spilled out of the far-too-tight jeans. They were extremely embarrassed, but of course, I reassured them, letting them know that it just meant there was more room to eat their fill.
As their belly hung out, filled to the brim with food, it growled, begging for more. My friend's expression said that they could barely handle more, but their stomach clearly had other ideas. With a polite smile, I asked, "Are you still hungry?"
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growmydarling · 7 months
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You think I should keep growing this gut or just leave it be? idk, it's getting a little scary how easily it keeps blimping.
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You should only stop if you're not ready to pop out of those tight jeans...they look way too tight already. Stop if you don't want to outgrow all your wardrobe, leaving your shirts as crop tops. Popped buttons, ripped seams. Stop if you're terrified by the incoming addiction to your own fattened body. Or maybe not. . .the fear is part of the eroticism, isn't it pig boy? Best to give in and fill your gut up.
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imaginetheygetfat · 7 months
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B wishes they could get fat, but their parents are health nuts/they have to stay in shape. A is already chubby. B starts fattening A, and A doesn’t mind. Eventually, they become partners and B, no longer having to keep his weight under control, starts getting chubby too.
B wanted to be fat, but they had a hard time gaining weight. B lives vicariously through A, feeding and fattening them and watching them struggle.
B always wanted a fat belly, but their parents would never allow the eldest child to be fat and lazy. They fatten A and enjoy fatness through them.
B wants to get fat, but can’t (maybe illness, body type, or lifestyle). A has always been chubby and let B enjoy their fat. B starts fattening them.
Their partner wanted to be fat, but they have to stay in shape. A lets their partner live vicariously through them and fatten them up.
Their partner wanted to be fat, but they were too afraid to do it because of their fatphobic parents. They let their partner fatten them and put on a show whenever they go to their partner’s parent’s house.
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chubsette · 3 months
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the return of eleanor and giselle (yes they have names now)
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cerealforkart · 2 days
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Oakworthy but it’s that one issue of Teen Titans where Robin is losing his mind a little trying to clone Superboy after he died and Wondergirl comes in and says “even if you succeed you know it won’t actually be him” and Robin says “I know that but it would be something”
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love-and-pastries · 4 months
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I work at a pizza restaurant and get about or slightly over 50% off of all purchases, and all I could think about today was this scenario where we get a new employee who is pretty fit and maybe even loves to exercise in their free time. I slowly start to encourage them to eat more of the "messed up" orders that they give us for free in the back, and when they seem like they want more but are hesitant, I'll just encourage them, "One more can't hurt!" Soon I start to buy them pizzas on-shift. It starts with just our one-slice specials, but as their love for pizza grows, so does their appetite. I order then two slices, then three, then four, then whole entire pizzas. Slowly but surely, they'll notice their brand new work shirt isn't fitting the way it's supposed to and even their pants seem a bit snug. When they first bring it up to me, I'll just say it probably shrank in the wash because "my shirts do that to me all the time". I'd be lying, and part of them would know it, but they'd continue with their new bad eating habits anyway. Over the course of only a few months, I'd watch them quickly balloon to an almost unrecognizable size, and as they become increasingly more aware of their gains, I'd simply keep encouraging them to eat more. "Why deny yourself the pleasure? Pizza's good, especially our pizza!" "So maybe you've gained a few pounds, are you really going to let that stop you?" "One more slice isn't going to rip your shirt off, just go ahead and take a bite!" Eventually, I would get them to the point where working is a bit troublesome, in which case, they can move in with me! Free room, free board, free amenities, and free pizza - what more could they ask for? I'll constantly ensure our kitchen is overflowing with all kinds of fattening snack and meal options, and I'll even make sure to keep most of the snacks within arm's reach for them, encouraging them to indulge as they lounge around and wait for me to come home. Soon enough, they won't even be able to get off the couch, and even though they likely didn't notice at first, there was no denying that they enjoyed every second they spent gaining more and more and more.
(I was exhausted and falling asleep writing this, so my apologies for any typos or if things don't make sense lmao; I will edit this in the morning)
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dontfindmeimscared · 9 months
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Rotating 3 versions of the same turtle in my mind over and over again
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growmydarling · 5 months
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I went to a concert on Friday and I was too fat and I was spilling out to the other two seats next to me.
And my only thought was I want to get even fatter where I can’t even fit in tow seats and how I need to keep getting bigger. Your blog really ruined me in the best way thank you!
oh, to be the concertgoer in the seat next to you. it would be hard to not brush against your plush hips and try to make eyes at you, hoping we get talking so i can find an excuse to buy "too much" food and offload it on you.
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paperbagsandwich · 3 months
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Woohoo, more of Markus but slightly older!! :y
Some fit versions of he!!
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princetenkoo · 10 months
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Justice (2023)
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chubsette · 6 months
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Feedist Kinktober - Bloodsucker 🩸
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b33t-r00t · 7 months
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Radio show that gets sponsored by Big Food Brand Inc and receives many of their products to taste and enjoy.
Everybody in the studio puts on weight, but the only clues the listeners ever get are sound based:
Hosts talking about food they ate more often
A belch that doesn’t quite get muted in time
The occasional huff when someone has to move more than usual
Some light teasing about everyone’s widening figures
Audible clothing malfunctions
The studio’s policy about eating on-air becoming increasingly lax
And of course, the ever-present sponsorship of this one food brand
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turtletoria · 1 year
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older sister!!!
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howl-gets-silly · 27 days
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My head really is just full of like, rapid wg. Something about it is so....
The cluelessness of it, of unknowingly filling out bigger and bigger, clothes growing tight and clinging to your every curve, seams snapping and popping while you remain none the wiser. Not noticing till it's directly pointed out to you or something snaps and you can't help but notice?
But there's also something so fun about a person knowing what's happening the whole time, pretending to be innocently oblivious to their changes. Going about their day like any other, hands rubbing over their tummy a little more or making comments about how their clothes don't fit nearly as much anymore. So unbelievably aroused by what's happening yet playing coy about it.
It's so good!! It's amazing even!!! I'm a sucker for faster versions but also like, over a period of time y'know?
Or like, imagining going out with your partner who has slipped some magical concoction into your drink or food that you are none the wiser too. Something talked about before in passing and agreed that it would be fun becoming a reality. (Because consent is sexy)
Taking you out and about from store to store, watching you expand as you walk and enjoy yourself. Knowing a fuzzy feeling of warmth and bliss has taken over your brain and left you clueless, even as you huff and compassion about your clothes. Your partner having a harder time not reaching out to hold onto your waist, or pressing kisses against your round cheeks or kneading their fingers into your soft tummy.
Gosh, just, growing bigger and bigger and not realizing. That's the shit honestly
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wickerfemme · 3 months
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Office life has a way of fattening us up! Somehow the space over my desk has become the place people leave treats… and who am I to resist having a second, or a third, when no one is looking!
Honestly! And I don't even have a 'real' office job – sitting at a desk is a fairly small part of what I do, and it still presents a lot of opportunities for me to just snack unthinkingly while I work.
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growmydarling · 1 year
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What if in the middle of the night you found me in the kitchen drinking heavy cream straight from the carton. I would probably be too embarrassed to keep drinking.. unless I had some help. There is an awful lot left in the fridge and you wouldn't want it to go to waste would you?
I'd certainly be pleased to come across you holding your aching gut in one hand and the carton in the other. I'd walk by and, with a smirk, tilt the cream towards your lips. You'd be forced to swallow as we stared into each other's eyes. How delectable. Knowing what I'm doing to you.
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