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[superchubsss]

Whoof 🥵

[swollenframe]

when they’re face down ass up in front of you and you see their gut hanging past their crotch, fuck that’s art

[kodomomuke]

[chubby24boy-deactivated20251027]

Lazy morning 💤😴

[miss-that-man]

more oldies

[sweetheart-cherie]

Sharing is caring! (Meet Marie-Louise!)

“He was, when I got him, a reasonable size,” lamented the Comtesse de Monpazier, Marie-Louise Giroux. Brow inclined with worry, she observed her husband across the sitting room, fretting while the comte laughed with his entire body.

And, well, what a body he happened to have.

Julia de la Fontaine, Marquise du Roquefort, cast her conversation partner a gentle, knowing look. Ladies always said such things, she knew, to loudly stave off particular rumors that were most often true. “Of course he was, dearest.”

Marie-Louise’s mound of golden curls bobbed while she slumped in the cane back chair, sighing. “Very trim.”

Having been recently introduced to marital bliss—as well as Paris society—herself, Julia doubted that Marie-Louise was quite so naive as she appeared. When compared to the English ladies with whom Julia was more familiar, their French counterparts tittered, swooned, and schemed staggeringly more. In fact, nearly everything about Paris was more when compared to London.

Her own husband, already a plump man to begin with, had filled out even more. He blamed their honeymoon, during which they sequestered themselves in his—their, she reminded herself—estate in Occitania. There, the food was endless, fresh, and plentiful; for a young bride with a particular affection for her new husband’s developing rolls, as well as for his rather posh tastes and endless appetite for luxury…

It was bliss.

Knowing these secrets for herself, of course, meant Julia knew when a lady, even a French one, was being honest about her husband’s weight sneaking up on her.

The comtesse was lying.

[dolcinos]

new ukus/usuk! alfred is too fat for most sexual activities, good thing arthur can still manage to rub his dick (and fatpad) off just enough :)

[samrut]

Alfie body HC, pretty please? 🥺

I drew this awhile ago - it is for the yandere visual novel that I am very slowly working on . . .

[dolcinos]

geez..sorry you had to deal with that last anon :<

i will be there day one when you upload something new but for now, i have other fictional men to goon to lol

-🎱

thank you 😭 don’t worry though. unfortunately when you write any kind of nsfw/kink stuff (whether it be a blog or rp account), you will end up getting those kinds of entitled, horny people. people who are so incredibly horny and addicted that they get angry at you for not immediately giving them jerk off material, are extremely pushy about something specific they want you to do, etc. definitely experienced this before on other accounts lol

i’m glad most of the people i interact with are sweet and understanding like you!!!! honestly i didn’t even think i was big enough that people would be mad at me for not posting 😭 like in a weird way it’s flattering, but also i hate people who act like i owe them posts just because they’re desperate for it.

it is what it is though! thank you for sticking around, i am working on your prompts currently 🫶 life has me real tied up! but thank you to everyone for the support!

[dolcinos]

In the ‘08 recession, Alfred starts getting reminded of the Great Depression days, of the food insecurity and rationing, and all. So he starts gorging like crazy, whenever he can. It’s a rough economic time for sure, but he’s a superpower now, he still has food on the table—he’s just mentally going back to that Depression time, where he didn’t have all that much to eat and could just barely get by, and starved for several days of the week.

The economy being bad affects Alfred in a way that he’s kinda…jobless now, like he doesn’t get called into the Capitol or White House very often, there’s a plethora of government shutdowns already. So…he’s spending all of that free time at home, eating like he won’t have food tomorrow, binging PS3 games, and just getting fatter, less presentable, more like a slob…

Even when Alfred does have to go out to work or for a world meeting (where he’s gonna get bashed to hell again), he is completely disheveled, soft, jiggly—looking lazy and gross. He stops working out, stops taking care of himself– barely leaves the couch.

He is in a constant state of athleisure, but even lazier than athleisure. Alfred is always wearing stained sweatpants, and has food stains slash crumbs all over his cheeks and neck folds and shirt. Etcetera. Because of what he eats and his lifestyle, his body is all flabby and droopy, with plenty of arm flab and leg/belly rolls, really fat cankles. He has a crazy thick double chin too and a really bloated sugar/obese face. Cellulite peppered all over, especially his ass and belly—he is so dimply and his fat just hangs in flabby sheets.

[dolcinos]

Can you post something new instead of just repeating your old stuff

LMAO finally a message like this

i actually have a life and do other things besides thinking/writing about hornball content 24/7, maybe it’s hard for you to relate to that!

first and foremost this blog has ALWAYS been and will always be a place where i can share my writing whenever i feel like. which is definitely NOT something that i have to do :) and i don’t feel like i owe anybody any of my content, so your guilting will not work on me i’m afraid.

it’s my own archive, i just happen to share it online and take requests sometimes. it has never really been “for” anybody. so i will do whatever i wish with this blog!

that said, update for the lovely people who come around from time to time and follow me: i am working on some asks and organizing the fat alfred zine project. i have just been putting older stuff on queue to fill in the gaps between new posts. lol. i really don’t think it’s that novel of a concept to comprehend!

new posts will be here whenever they get finished 🥰

[hearts4montero-deactivated20260]

small self-indulgent alfred wg sequence <33

[hamasumo]

[dolcinos]

i want alfred to have always had a small dick. like just barely 2.5 inches type of small… he’s already insecure about it, but it gets even worse when he grows heavy, because even hitting only 300lbs causes his fatpad to completely overwhelm his little shrimp.

but, even with that small gain, he’s still able to just sneak the tip into arthur when alfred holds his belly up and has him ride him. he’s happy with just that when he has it, relieved he isn’t too fat to fuck and that his dick is totally big enough (nevermind the fact arthur can hardly even feel it poking his hole)

…once alfred’s past that, though, good luck with any kind of sex. he’s pushing 650 now and his pathetic 2-incher buried way deep in his plush fatpad, with no hope of ever peeking out from beneath it. he hasn’t touched it in ages and even arthur is unable to push that much fat back.

alfred’s gotta stuff himself to ebb his feelings of inadequacy away, as arthur gives him rough fatpad rubs to stimulate his teeny buried cock~

[wobblywhims]

5 years of weight loss gone right down the drain

[dolcinos]

Alfred who is 900 pounds and immobile, plus his boyfriend/caregiver Ivan who is pushing 600 pounds now as well.

Because yes, making Alfred an immobile, bariatric bedbound blob had been great, but Ivan couldn’t avoid the collateral damage weight gain. How could he have, with all that fast food and junk food floating around??? Now they’re both hopelessly addicted.

It’s so much harder for Ivan to move around and actually take care of Alfred these days. Like super hard. Ivan is literally close to being bedbound himself. Waddling his huge self to the front door and back to Alfred’s bedroom (both of them confined to the first floor nowadays) is extremely rough on his knees and he ends up heaving with burning lungs each time. It doesn’t help that Alfred pigs out on fast food feasts multiple times a day.

Ivan had gotten much too fat to cook a long time ago, so literally everything is delivered. Fetching food and cleaning Alfred’s bedpan are his most arduous tasks every day. But he needs to take care of his beloved! Maybe he should slim down a bit…it’s just so hard, when burgers, pasta, wings, cookies, and every kind of greasy meal is always being shared by him and Alfred, day in and day out, and then the stress of caring for Alfred bleeds him dry, and makes him eat even more come midnight when the piggy has gone to bed in a food coma.

How had it gotten this bad?