[cowboy-boytoy]

I've been thinking about a someone writing a goal calorie count for a day and placing that number in an envelope so their pet won't know what it is until they hit it for the day. So they spend the whole day desperately trying to hit that magic number so they can be properly rewarded..

[fatguarddog]

Demonic food that is just so rich and dense and fattening, but also maddeningly addictive

Poor gluttonous mortals lead into restaurants and diners and bakeries secretly manned by Hell's finest and filled to the brim with so much dangerously delicious food... seemingly an endless supply

You may notice when you enter just how plump and comfortable everyone looks sat in their booths, how the staff smile so warmly at you and always seem to be topping up whatever's in front of their customers, but any concern fades away when the overwhelming smell of mouth-watering food hits you, so you mindlessly float towards the nearest seat a waiter is so kindly pointing out

You look over the menu, but it's hardly needed... before you can think too much, someone is already setting down a stacked plate of your favorite food with a huge drink on your table, encouraging you to dig in and to let them know if you need anything

So you eat. And eat. And grow.

Fat cells instantly begin to multiply within your body with each and every bite. Your shirt starts to ride up as your belly builds up and out, your ass widens beneath you, all of you is getting so plump. As you finish your plate, it sits heavy in your belly... but somehow you still want more. You look around at the other patrons and see how they've all gotten noticeably fatter since you got here, but before that thought can really sink in enough for you to take a look at yourself, the waiter is already putting down a fresh plate in front of you with a wry smile. They reach down and unbutton your pants letting your now fat belly plop out into your lap atop your thickening thighs, giving your belly a quick pat and telling you how good you're looking, but you hardly notice. You just focus in on the food in front of you

So you eat.

And eat.

And grow.

[fatguarddog]

You're the heir to the royal family of a kingdom besieged by demons and during a surrender, are offered up to one of the Demon Lords as a prize of battle. Don't worry, he assures you with a warm yet devious smile, you'll soon 'grow' to love your new life with him

You're taken back to his manor and draped in a lavish, yet skimpy outfit, one that really shows off your body and highlights the slight curves of your features. Your new Lord sits you down at a huge banquet table and takes his seat across from you. All manner of succulent and delicious foods are lined up before you, you take a moment to really take in the size of this hulking, handsome demon and assume he must eat like a beast. But when his impish servants are done setting the table, he just brings his elbows up to rest his head in his hands. He smiles at you,

"You've nothing to fear. Eat."

His voice is so commanding. Nervously, you load up your plate with foods that seem the most familiar to you. Roast chicken, potatoes, various vegetables and a buttered bread roll. It's delicious. With the effect the war has had on your kingdom, you can't remember the last time even the royal family could assemble such a sumptuous selection to feast upon… so you end up forgetting yourself a little and eating until you're quite stuffed. You lean back in your chair and graciously thank your Lord for the meal, shyly paying your compliments to the chef

"Good," he smiles wider and snaps his fingers. "Eat."

A surge of warmth courses through your body. With some demonic intervention, everything you've just eaten rapidly digests within you and you feel hungry again. Your frame even grows a little bit softer, though not enough for you to notice just yet. You blush and oblige his order, you brain trying to rationalise what's happening. A display of dominance, perhaps? Or did he notice how much you were enjoying the food after having had so little for so long and just wanted you to get to enjoy that more? Was something bad coming after this, or was he actually a good demon somehow?

All of your questions seemed to melt away as you dug in to the feast again, this time trying the honey roasted ham, sweet fruits, lamb shank and more. Once again you eat until you feel completely stuffed. Once again you thank your Lord for such a wonderful meal… and once again he smiles at you with fiery eyes from across the table, his own plate still empty and untouched,

"Good," another snap of his fingers. "Eat."

That familiar surge of warmth strikes again, but this time you notice how much plumper you look after, especially in your skimpy clothes. You look up at your Lord in shock and confusion, but he just gestures to the food in front of him. You timidly shake your head, yet your stomach growls audibly in the large dining hall

"Perhaps you'd be more in the mood for wine and cheese?" the demon snaps and the feast before you changes to a decadent cheese plate with crackers and dried meats abound. "Or would my royal prize prefer dessert?" Another snap and the table becomes stacked with cakes, pies and pastries alongside jugs filled with custards and creams, all so sweetly mouth watering

The look of disbelief doesn't leave your face. Your stomach growls louder, more painfully as your owner laughs

"Better not to ignore your hunger, my dear. It'll be much more pleasurable for you if you just. Eat."

The command rings through you and sends shivers down your spine, you want nothing more than to stuff your face with every dessert in sight. Your hands reach forward greedily and you begin to eat your fill as your Lord looks on, almost lovingly at you

"So good, so obedient, I'm going to like you a lot," he stands and gently makes his way all around the table to your side, his towering form standing behind you, gently rubbing your now slightly pudgy shoulders. "I'll spoil you so much, feast after feast, night after night of pure pleasure to make you into the perfectly fattened up image of hedonism," his hands feels so good and warm on your soft skin as you gorge yourself. "Just think how demoralising it'll be for your kingdom, to see how easily their royal heir fell to demonic corruption… but I must say from a personal standpoint, I do just think you look so beautiful enjoying yourself like this. I'll have a bath ready for us after I think you're done here, there we can really relax and get to know each other, my dear. But for now, please keep eating. I told you you would grow to love it here."

[jonsibn]

take it.

[curioscurio]

THIS IS A FREE DOWNLOADABLE PDF OF THE BOOK BTW you don't have to pay for it!!

[snaill-factory]

It sadley got taken down but the one and the internet archive is still up!!!

Morpho Fat And Skin Folds : Michel Lauricella : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

anatomy for artists

[fatpunk]

you think fat trans men are hot. reblog

[cowboy-boytoy]

I was laying in bed with someone and they absent mindedly put their thumb in my belly button and squeezed my lower belly which I think is rewiring my brain.

[cowboy-boytoy]

I wasnt even aware of just how visible and tangible those few pounds were until they did that and then I tried on my favorite pants I havent worn in a couple months...

[cowboy-boytoy]

I was laying in bed with someone and they absent mindedly put their thumb in my belly button and squeezed my lower belly which I think is rewiring my brain.

[acepuppyboi]

oh noooo👀👀👀👀please don’t slap me in the face and then kiss me and tell me how sorry you are and tell me i’m actually a good boy👀👀👀👀👀the best boy even👀👀👀plzzz don’t do itttuhhh

[cookiegurl99-blog]

What I find irrationally hot: guys who stuff themselves with so much food that their bellys become so full and bulging that they have to unbutton their jeans to relieve themselves. That reach for the button, with the heavy aching belly getting in the way, the fumbling because the pressure is so great that the button barely opens, then finally it works, the relief on their face, the zipper pops open. And then that little shake of the plump stuffed belly until it sits comfortably over the zipper teeth, round and bulging, a ball of greed. Then the hand that runs over the belly, checking the freedom gained and occasionally adjusting or lifting the paunch which is filled to capacity. So hot, every single step.

[call-me-patheticc]

🫶

[fatguarddog]

Dog who is going to get Mommy'd fatter if he's not careful

[goochmaster420-deactivated20241]

tboys who are sexually pent up, tboys who constantly want to fuck, tboys who are in heat, tboys who can't stop thinking about sex, tboys who are obsessive and horny, tboys who are feral, just horny as FUCK tboys.

[moldedover]

ohhhh i love when men do a big stretch and their shirts pull up and they squeeze their eyes shut and do a little groaning noise and i can see their happy trails and. and then i explode.

[fatguarddog]

Hello! It's me, Wrex, I am back!

I would really appreciate folks spreading this around so that I can find all my friends and mutuals again 🖤

If you'd like to read through why I deleted my blog before, check out this post, but ultimately I would like to have this space back for myself and am doing a lot better mental health wise regarding social media overall

Also just having fun with the kink a lot again! I have a weekend with a feeder coming up! I'm still lovely and round and have been getting more into leather and treating myself to nice gear! It's cool and I wanna share it with like-minded kinksters again! So yes, any help finding people again would be really lovely thank you 🖤

[sheepsfluff]

Imagine: Filled Out Kitty

What's ahead: an extended weight gain/tf imagine story about the fattening that results when the protag's witch roommate accidentally transforms them into a house cat.

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Imagine you become roommates with a timid-seeming girl who practices witchcraft. You don't think much of it at first since she's an exemplary roommate otherwise, until you end up inadvertently consuming one of her potions from out of the fridge (perhaps mistaking it for a regular milkshake). The next morning you wake up in your bed feeling strange--and you realize you've been transformed into a cat!

After taking a moment to get used to your new bearings you go and meow incessantly at the door to your roommate's room, knowing immediately that she's the reason this has happened. After quite a bit of confusion and struggle, you are able to get her to realize what has happened, and she's rightly horrified. She explains that the potion you drank was experimental, that she had no clue it would do this and she unfortunately has no clue how to turn you back.

So, you're stuck as a cat for the time being. You're rightly annoyed by this, but you quickly begin to realize the many benefits to being a cat. You get to laze around and nap all day, and it feels so much better to do so when covered in fur. Your old surroundings suddenly feel new again in your new form, full of chances for exploration. There's also, well...the food.

Your roommate, out of both guilt at what she'd done and inexperience with taking care of cats, ends up feeding you more or less to your heart's content. For some reason you don't register exactly how much food you should be eating at your new size, and so you accept as however much you're given (although she does make sure to exclude food toxic to cats). Eating human food as a cat also feels all the more indulgent somehow.

Of course, these eating habits almost immediately leads to you beginning to pile the pounds onto your now much smaller frame. It's hard to notice at first underneath all the fluff, however. This initial added jiggle makes you all the more comfortable to pet, something your roommate starts to enjoy more and more. At first you found it awkward, until you realized being stroked was quite enjoyable. Soon you were purring as she stroked your growing belly after every meal.

Your roommate also continues to furiously research a reversal to your condition. She constantly updates you on her progress, although you find yourself caring less and less about the prospect of becoming human again. However, you are hit with a shock one day when she confronts you as you laze on a windowsill. She says sadly that she's deduced from her research that the longer you stay a cat, the more you will mentally become one. This explains why you've become more and more content with lying in sunbeams and eating all day, but you're still present enough to be shocked by the news.

This information almost seems to send your roommate's sense of guilt into overdrive, so she plies you even more with food and sweets. You find yourself with an increasing appreciation for actual cat food, so she makes sure to supply you with the fanciest wet food at your every command.

You've started to round out intensely at this point, your belly bowing out and completely eliminating any suggestion of a waist you'd had previously. When standing your tummy sticks out obviously from your sides, and when sitting it pools as a furry mass between your legs. You begin to notice that it's harder and more painful to move around on your legs, but since you spend most of your days lounging you don't really care. Your roommate, for her part, seems to find you cuter for all the weight you've gained, and takes to calling you her "roly-poly kitty".

It isn't until your roommate happens to have a friend over (someone who doesn't know about your condition, since it's been months since you were turned) that your plight is finally discovered. At one point as the two sit and talk over coffee, you lumber in after your latest meal and walk up to the couch where your roommate sits. You lazily attempt to jump up onto it with her, but of course you're a bit too weighty to actually do so. You need only look up at your roommate in order for her to reach down to lift you onto the couch, eliciting a groan from both her and the couch in the process. Your lay there on your side like a sack of potatoes, belly splayed out before you.

"dude, your cat is FAT" your roommate's friend comments.

Your ears perk up slightly, but it's been a while since things like body image were of any concern to you.

"Oh I know, isn't it a cutie?" Your roommate asks, reaching out to jiggle your belly slightly (something you're very accustomed to by now).

"No, I mean like, REALLY fat. I don't think it's healthy."

"....Oh" Says your roommate, looking down at you with a frown.

You do not realize the significance of this exchange at the time, but later your roommate makes an attempt to explain that she's going to have to put you on a diet and start feeding you like a normal cat. You've no longer had much interest in concepts like "diets" and "normal" for a while now, but a memory does stir in you when you're met with only one measly can of wet food mixed with kibble for breakfast and dinner respectively.

Compared to the buffet you'd been used to for the past few months, this new "normal cat diet" leaves you feeling absolutely starved. You find yourself wailing and scratching at your roommates door for hours each day as your stomach screams out in emptiness. Usually you do manage to wheedle a few extra cans out of her, but still not enough to sate your burning hunger.

This hunger seems to accelerate your mind's transition into that of a cat, as it consumes all other thoughts in your brain. It comes to a head when your roommate goes out for the day after feeding you only one tiny bowl of food and a handful of treats. Within an hour you are howling with hunger, and your one-track mind leads you to the cupboard where your roommate keeps the kibble. In an uncharacteristic flash of human intelligence, you manage to get the cabinet open and push the bag out onto the floor, scattering food everywhere.

Hunger the only thing on your mind you begin to absolutely gorge yourself on the spilled kibble. You do this until you're full, only taking breaks to drink from your water bowl, and then pass out in a food coma before waking up to start the whole process over. By the time your roommate makes it home you're lying immobile on your back on the kitchen floor, having consumed the entire bag and only thrown up twice.

Your roommate is of course horrified when she gets home to find you a bloated mess. She kneels besides you rubbing your distended belly as she scolds you.

"I can't believe you really did that! hopefully you'll be ok... I guess I found the answer to reversing your spell just in time!" She says brightly, pulling a book out of her bag to show to you. You're too blissed out to respond with more than a weak meow as you fall back into sleep.

You wake up in your bed--someplace you actually haven't slept in a while--but something's strange. Everything feels heavy, but even more than usual. You slowly open your lids to realize with shock that you've been turned back into a human.

As you look at yourself you realize the true implications of your stuffing the past few months. The obesity of your cat body has translated into the obesity of your human body, complete with your huge rotund belly spread out between nearly useless appendages. Your cat-sized stuffing has also resulted in a human-sized bloat, giving your already large belly a domed-out look. Without a doubt none of the clothes in your wardrobe would even have a chance of fitting anymore. You look nothing like your former human self, having completely taken on the physical weight of your cat self, and you're still too mentally checked out to mind all that much. You reach out and begin to rub the top of your massive belly to soothe it, AND Finally you realize your roommate is standing at the edge of the bed waiting for you to wake up.

"I'm so sorry it happened this way..." She says, taking in your now massive body. "I promise I'll take care of you just like I did before, since it's my fault you ended up like this."

You rub your stomach thoughtfully for a second, then ask; "Will you come rub my tummy for me like you usually do? Some of it is hard for me to reach."

Her face breaks out in a huge smile, and she approaches you on the bed. "Of course I will. And in just a bit I'll make you something to eat as well. I bet you'll be happy to have human food again." Her hand lands comfortably on the lower part of your belly and rubs it just as tenderly as usual.

You nod, your new fleshy chins jiggling. To be honest, you're not really feeling picky as to what food it is, but you don't tell her that. "Yes I'd--uurp--Like that. I think I'll be hungry again soon."

Your stomach rumbles as if on cue, and she grins at you again. In another life you might have thought she'd somehow planned all of this on purpose, but in your current one you're too happy to care.

[chubbychiquita]

[stonerhog]

glutted myself with two dinners and too many mini chocolates and now my gut won’t stop protesting about it