Have you ever considered writing mutual mommy weight gain stuff? That, along with how your writing is already amazing, would be divine!
I’ve been thinking about it a lot, actually. The idea has been lingering in my mind, teasing me with all sorts of delicious possibilities. I’m still figuring out the exact focus and vibe I want to bring to it, but one thing is crystal clear: I really want to create mutual gaining content.
There’s something so intensely hot about the thought of an adorably obese, soft, and curvaceous girl turning you into her perfect, overfed partner—stuffing you until you’re every bit as massive as she is… or even bigger. Imagine her as this irresistibly cute, chubby goddess with heavy, swaying rolls and a plush, jiggling belly that rests on her thick thighs. Her cheeks are full and rosy, her arms soft and dimpled, and every movement makes her enormous body quake with abundance. She’s completely addicted to making you grow right alongside her, and the mutual surrender to pure, greedy pleasure is what makes it so intoxicating.
She keeps you right where she wants you—pinned beneath her massive, warm weight in bed for hours, sometimes days at a time. You’re not allowed to get up. Not even for a second. Every time you try to shift or move, she presses her heavy body down on you, smothering you in soft, overflowing fat while she breathlessly giggles. Her breathing is constantly labored, those cute little *huff huff* sounds escaping her plump lips as she exerts herself just to reach for another container of heavy cream or another tray of rich, fattening food. She refuses to let you escape the cycle of indulgence, because she needs you right there, swelling bigger with her.
While she feeds you, she eats just as much—maybe more. Her free hand keeps shoveling calories into her own greedy mouth, cheeks bulging, cream dribbling down her chin and onto her enormous breasts as she moans softly in pleasure. She teases you mercilessly the whole time, even though she’s clearly outpacing you in gains.
“Look at you, my big, helpless piggy…” she purrs between heavy breaths, her voice thick with lust and exertion. *Huff huff.* “You’re getting so fucking fat for me. All those soft new rolls… that huge, hanging belly… mmm, I love how it’s starting to spill over your lap. You used to be so much smaller than me, and now… *huff huff*… now you’re catching up. But don’t worry, baby. I’m still ahead. I’ve gained at least another ten pounds since we started this. Maybe fifteen. All for you.”
She leans over you, her massive belly squishing warmly against your own growing gut, both of you slick with sweat and sticky with spilled food. One hand holds a full pint of thick, heavy cream to your lips while the other stuffs a rich, buttery pastry into her own mouth. You can feel her heart racing from the effort of simply staying on top of you, feeding you nonstop.
“Come on, piggy…” she coos, her voice breathy and seductive, laced with playful dominance. *Huff… huff…* “Just one more pint of this heavy… *huff huff*… heavy cream and then we can take a little break. I promise. Open wide for me. I want to feel that belly swell even bigger underneath me. I want you so full you can barely move… just like me.”
Her eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she watches your throat work, forcing down every calorie she gives you. She grinds her heavy hips against you slowly, letting you feel just how turned on she is by your mutual expansion. The bed creaks under your combined weight, the sheets stained with cream, frosting, and the evidence of your endless feeding sessions. She’s relentless—teasing you for every new pound while proudly showing off her own softer, rounder body. She’ll pinch your love handles, jiggle your growing belly, and whisper filthy encouragements about how perfect you’ll look when you finally surpass her… only to immediately stuff herself even more so she can stay ahead.
She wants you hopelessly addicted. She wants you both so enormously fat that leaving the bed becomes a distant memory. Just endless days of panting, moaning, feeding, and growing together in a haze of pure, hedonistic bliss.
That’s the kind of mutual gaining fantasy I can’t stop thinking about. Slow, sensual, teasing, and relentlessly indulgent.
