Oh, so lavish!

18, wg etc. kink blog, nothing crazy, but mdni, I'll write some self-indulgent scenarios there

[cozyflounce]

Introduction

Hi!

You can call me Cozy

What will be there?

Kinky stuff centered around weight gain, chubbiness and additional stuff mixed to it (I especially like some roles and age gap added to this kink)

I will share some scenarios/short stories

And some art if I get comfortable enough

Minors DNI, as for it is a kink blog after all, even if I am mostly a fan of soft feedism

Have kink jars to know what to expect (and what not)

Enjoy your meal!

[cozyflounce]

Love handles appreciation post.

I just adore them. They make silhouette rounder on the sides, they look so soft and are ideal to grab them and gently sqeeeze. And when they are resting on the end of trousers, standing out, that's perfection. They are also a perfect end to a big tummy and a start to wide hips.

[mousegirlheart]

[cozyflounce]

Neon sign was flickering when they were leaving the bar. Empty parking lot, asphalt still wet from recent rain. She took a deep breath, snifing damp air at night.

She walked pretty fast, looking only to the front. Hovewer, she was hearing heavy steps behind her. She stopped for a moment and turned around.

A man in a leather jacket shuffled forward, supporting his side with his hand. He wore a gray shirt that tried to contain his all enormous rolls of fat, but to no avail. The bottom of the belly was sticking out slightly.

"Awww, I see that it was really too much for you," the woman chuckled, covering her furiously red lips with her hand. The man denied. She just got to one of the trucks, opened it and jumped to the seat behind the wheel.

The man got to her a moment later and climbed the seats, but his belly was making him struggle, his shirt rolled up even higher. When he got up, he layed down and spread his mass, his belly towering him fully.

The woman patted it and whisphered to his ear.

"So I see that you won't eat more?"

That was a challenge for him.

"No, please, I beg, give me more, I know you had some extra cake in there," he groaned with his eyes half shut.

"You must get it," said the woman with a sly smirk. So he rolled his heavy, tired body to the side, his messy, long, gray hair fell on his face. The belly rested on the woman's lap. She held out the cake, and the man reached over and grabbed it, immersing himself in his meal.

"I see that you just can't help yourself," she stroked his soft chin. He closed his eyes, smiling widely.

"You are making me this fat, my clothes are so tight right now," he complained.

"I just give you, what you want."

She shrugged her arms. After this whole eating session she covered him with a blanket.

"I know you wanted to present me your new idea for a guitar solo, but you can rest now, you did really great."

She squeezed his prominent cheek and he kissed her arm. She wasn't that soft with him always, but the look of him being perfectly stuffed, maybe huffing from overeating and rubbing his tired belly under the blanket, but feeling visibly satisfied made her melt.

"I don't know what to tell the guys when they see that I indulged this much again."

"Don't worry about that, I'll admit it was all my bad influence," she laughed and started the truck.

"Not bad for me. I have benefits," he smiled too, resting his round hand on her much smaller one. Then, they left the parking lot and drove onto the road.

[hydnellumpecky]

my version of this. original by battleguitar on twitter

[cupfeedcake]

WIP He's been eating my primos, 50 pity no guarantee but I got Ineffa so LET'S GOOOO

[peachy-ffa]

I love it when a belly can't be contained.

Shirts? Riding up and their bottom belly peeking out all the time.

Chairs with armrests? Oops belly just swallows them.

Tight jeans? The button is going to pop, it cannot possibly handle that much belly, it never stood a chance 💖

[peachy-ffa]

I will never not yearn for the softness that only fat posseses, there's nothing in the world that could ever compare to it. The heft, the malleability, the warmth and just how beautiful it can look when it's accumulated in the human body, it's simply wonderful and I will never stop loving it 💖

[teddy-bear-lover]

A sweet softie that's been eating well recently. Their soft tummy pressing against too tight clothes threatening to burst free. The chubby cheeks glowing red as they feel your gaze on their rounder middle. They awkwardly shuffle away trying to hide their larger, softer body. They start trying to sneak their snacks in and pretend they aren't that hungry, just to avoid eating in front of others. But you can see from their body that they must still be eating in excess. The wonderful fat piling on their hips, their chest swelling, their arms and thighs becoming pillowy, their back starting to form rolls. And that belly is preventing any buttons from being closed now. You make sure to keep offering them food, knowing they'll only be able to decline so much. And secretly, you make sure there's lots of food around for them to snack on when they think no one is watching. And when they finally realise the last of their clothes are too tight to fit their softened form, they look at their big body in the mirror. Their cheeks burn with embarrassment as they look at what they've done to their body. How their appetite and sneaky snacks has ballooned them into this fat, waddling, soft form. And just as they feel a tear start to prick their eyes from the shame, they feel warm arms around their middle. You hold them close and whisper in their ear just how beautiful their body is and how good they look this soft. A small smile forms on chubby cheeks as they turn to look at you. And you feel soft pillowy arms wrapping back around you, their bulging soft belly pressing against you. You embrace, before you hear a gentle response. "Can we maybe go shopping together... I need some new clothes .. and I'm kinda hungry". You smile back at them. Of course we can sweetheart, let's get you a snack first though, and you lead them to the kitchen, smiles beaming on both your faces.

[cozyflounce]

There is a feast prepared for the king. Actually, it is his routine.

Food is neatly arranged on the table. The aromas of juicy meat, sweet fruit, rich sauces, fluffy cakes, and crunchy cookies are all in the air.

The food begin to hypnotize him. His knees get week, he can't wait anymore. He takes his seat and starts to eat. He forgets about all the hardships of ruling and just indulge in pleasures he has in front of him. He can't stop eating, fabric of his waistcoat is stretching. Only after he reached his hand, but find no more food, he wakes up from his trance and he realizes how much he ate. His cheeks look like two peaches now, burning.

He sets eyes on his belly. Today it is strained slightly at the table. His lovehandles are resting on chair sides. He feels narrowness of his current position and how he fills the whole space between the table and the chair.

He wishes to stand up. He grabs the chair with his flabby arms, feeling his whole body jiggling slightly. He walks slowly toward his office. It's time to get back to work, even as his vest stretches dangerously across his sagging, bloated belly, while at the same time hugging his soft, wide sides.

He hopes no one see him in this state, still feeling numb because of memory of all delicious food. When he thinks about it, he blushes again. He would eat even more, but, oh, well! He has a whole cabinet of raisins and buns in his office. He heads there more quickly, his heavy footsteps echoing down the empty hallway.

The cupboard is the first thing he looks into. He takes out some food, stretches out on the chair, and savors the sweets, muttering to himself with pleasure. He tries to focus on his work, but he also snacks.

On the other hand, he remains aware of the state of his vest. The buttons are barely hanging on, and finally, as he shifts position, one of them falls off, releasing a fragment of soft mass. He tries to pretend nothing has happened, that he isn't worried about the rest of his wardrobe... or about the excitement that is building up inside him. He even wishes someone else could witness him ruining another vest because of his own gluttony.

However, he is alone, silence all around him. There's only him, the papers, and the food. He gives himself over to them, wondering if more buttons will soon fall off too.

[wobblywhims]

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