Oough... I'm so HEDONIST... (Wonderland...)

[hedonistwonderland]

Lucy, you Got Some 'xplainin' to do.

18+ Space, so kiddos and wannabes, fuck out of here.

Hello there, and welcome to my humble fat kink blog that I've created after my realization that the Twitter Fat RP scene is practically a graveyard.

It's also the place where you can expect of a lot of fat ramblings and sometimes character stuff...

In terms of kinks, expect...

- Fat/Weight Gain [because why wouldn't that be here?]

- Very detailed descriptions of obesity and fatness

- Slob (But not the farts, only the sweat and stains and barf, etc, etc)

- Big Butts and Absolute Dumptruck Wobble Wagons...

- Annnnd attractive women being attractive women.

I don't really have a size limit, but I usually write what I can do. So when it comes to the weight of the girls on this blog, think of it as a catbox. Maybe the girl you're asking is 135lbs, maybe she's 635. Depends on how I feel.

Speaking of which, I should introduce the cast... Beatrice (Umineko) [AKA, the chick that made me want to do this stuff/the love of my life.]

Gaap (Umineko)

Eva Ushiromiya (Umineko)

Rosa Ushiromiya (Umineko)

Rodion (Limbus Company)

Sakuya Izayoi (Touhou Project)

Jane Doe (Zenless Zone Zero)

Kikuri Hiroi (Bocchi The Rock)

And other muses that will pop up from time to time... (Based on my thoughts and feelings.)

[faunasfattesttits]

Here's a concept... Ivy, but in the past she was actually quite the fit little gal. An athletic type who, while not by any means the shining star of her team, was at least notable enough that whatever effort she put in helped a decent bit. She was a real star-studded chick who had the potential to do a lot of things, possibly even go pro if she actually applied herself... But now? The best way to describe her these days is that she's a homebody. She's gotten grumpy, her butt has gotten more and more flabby, she smells like French fries and sweat, her voice has deepened to the point you can hear her uneven breath, and worst of all? You probably wouldn't even recognize her, even if she did squeeze into her old team uniform one last time...

Ah yes, the former athlete...

Look at this six pack. She brags to you in her sports underwear, inviting your hand to touch the abs. They are rock-hard and well-defined, clearly a result of rigorous training and full-metal discipline. You almost jump from how sudden it is: you were staring after all, and getting caught red-handed (and probably red-faced) meant you would get jail time for creeping on people. Under normal circumstances - Ivy was anything but normal. She enjoyed the feeling of stares drilling into her perfectly fit carved body. That is what it is all about - showing off. Making people ogle and stare, showing everyone who's the peak of body here.

Ivy was doing athletics semi-professionally, on a level high enough to qualify for national competitions at least - of which she had already first-placed three, with more to come in the future. Then who knows - Olympic fame? World stardom? The sky is the limit when your body is literal perfection.

...you wanna know the thing that broke her? It wasn't the inhumane practice schedule, nor a trauma how you often see in former athletes.

Chicken nuggets. These round, tasty pieces of cut-rate chicken, breaded and fried. Those were the straw that broke the camel's back. Her trainer invited her for a treat at the bar after a particularly productive training session, and with her drinks she got a serving of nuggets - she had never tried them before. She was a health nut, just like her mother; which meant all hell let loose with the first bite and she found herself instantly hooked.

This. This is where her downfall began.

Protein shakes turned into plates of nuggets. [These are also protein, so what's the harm?]

Her regular, nigh-daily training reduced in numbers to a few times, then just one. [I'm so tired and sore... I think I deserve a break today...]

Her post-workout leisure time usually involved taking care of her numerous houseplants, watching videos with puppies, and her guilty pleasure - knitting. Not anymore. An especially filling stuffing session had an unintended effect on her body. It all felt warm and fuzzy, a feeling she used to concentrate into working; a sensation she had not felt since her teens... Ivy soon discovered the wonders of the never-ending stream of movies meant to be something more stimulating than cute cat videos. [I've been going for four hours already... I need to go do something productive... Hahh... five more minutes...]

Needless to say, just a few months of this change in lifestyle were enough to cover her bulging abs with a nice thick layer of flab, for her stamina to drop to an all-time lowest. And right before the qualifications! They decided to try their luck next year and try to spend that time to whip her back into the appropriate shape... Only to receive a paper full of convoluted and eloquent sentences, that, in essence, said "I resign."

What was even more gut-wrenching, the woman submitting the letter of resignation looked just like Ivy, or rather three of them mashed together into a lumpy vaguely human-shaped fatass. Her sports outfit replaced with a baggy black t-shirt and a pair of dolphin shorts way too small for her ass, a mop of overgrown black hair, a pair of glasses on her eyes with bags hanging off of them. She spoke casually, and her voice was the same - except somewhat deeper and huskier and breathier - but it was that moment that the trainer decided she was, after all, a lost cause.

Once back in her apartment, she undressed back into her primordial state - underwear and nothing else. Grabbing a tub of ice cream and a plate of dino nuggies, she plopped into her couch as if doing a water bomb in a pool, to the couch cushions' chagrin.

What are those..? Ohhhh. Oh...

Looking for one of her toys, Ivy stumbled upon an unfamiliar pile of clothes somewhere deep in her closet. Those were her former sportswear. It almost made her think of the good ol' days...

Wouldn't it be fun to squeeze into it one last time?, she thought. Sure, it must be a little tight, but it should still fit!..

crrrk-

crrkpopppkrrk-

ohgod-

Somehow, she managed to worm her way into it. The top squeezed her lungs to the point she could barely breathe, and with the dozens of pounds of fat already weighing down on them she could barely get any oxygen. The bottom was too tight to get past her knees, and if she somehow managed to pull it past her blossoming thighs, her fupa had to be bigger than the entire thing anyway, uncontainable.

god- okay, I just gotta-

sshhhHRRRIIPP!!

...hhaaahhh~

And it bursted right off her. In a way, it was what sealed her fate. She was done with that lifestyle, forever. From peak health to the absolute deepest, most depraved pit of degeneracy. From a woman who would conquer the world with her physique to a pathetic excuse of flesh who would not see her 30's.

[notfatweeb]

one more Umamusume oc for now... her name is Lapin Luxury, casino-loving former racer who faked an injury and dropped out of the scene for g

[hedonistwonderland]

(Man, it’s been awhile since I’ve been this bored around here….)

Anna was currently seated right in front of Jill, though choosing not to make herself visible to the bartender. Being a ghost was a lot more boring than people often realized– She wasn’t a vengeful spirit with unfinished business or anything, so her purpose for still being around felt kind of aimless. Her favorite way to fill her time was to hang around Jill and her friends at the bar. She had become something of a confidante to the bartender over the last few years, while Jill had become a playful victim to all of Anna’s trickery. She had to make her time meandering around in the afterlife fun somehow.

She looked particularly bored tonight, resting her hands on her forehead in exasperation. (Messing with Jill and her friends is always fun, but I need some fresh faces to prank already! Gotta make sure I’ve still got it after all….) 

As if it were on cue, Anna would lift her face up to see a new girl sitting to her right– a plain looking but beautiful woman with long, brown hair. She was calmly sipping away at a cocktail, though she looked to be somewhat lost in thought. 

(Bingo~ Finally, some fresh meat around here. Even if she needs some meat on those bones…. All in due time, Anna.) 

Before making herself visible to Rosa, Anna would sneak right up to the brunette’s ear so she could whisper into her as if she were a voice in her head. “Ooo, I haven’t seen you around here before. Whatcha drinkin’ there, girl?”

"AUUGH!!"

The brunette would immediately jump as she was in the midst of taking a little sippy sip of her Piano Woman, not expecting in the slightest to have someone actually address her...

"Oh uh... I'm just having a little uh... Something something y'know? Hahahaha..." Rosa would say, slightly uncomfortable as she'd shift about trying to make herself look a bit more confident. Though god KNOWS Anna could already smell the insecurity behind her...

[saisweetrambles]

Anna would make herself tangible in the seat right to Rosa’s left, making sure to do so when she was still turned around to address whoever sneakily whispered into her ear… She was hoping to startle her again with her sudden presence, especially as she continued going on the offensive. 

“A little ‘something something’ huh? You sure do seem to be savoring it, so it must be nice and smooth….” Anna would, very obviously, gaze at Rosa up and down after saying that. In part just to further put the brunette on edge, and in part because she actually did want to check her out a bit, and being a ghost made keeping what little manners she may have had left feel pointless.

 “So, what brings you to a crummy little bar like this, new girl? Do you work around here? Did a friend recommend this place? Or didja just want to check out the bartenders around this part of town?”

[hedonistwonderland]

"Well uh... It's... Nothing much in particular, really. I figured I'd at least stop by somewhere after a very, verrrry, long day at work and all. You know, important business and clothes and uh.. haha, yeah..." What she meant by that was more that today had been another in a looooong series of unsuccessful days trying to grab profits from the public.

Rosa happened to be a businesswoman who specialized in the fashion market, being someone who not only tailored clothes but made them too. She wasn't bad at the task by any means; in fact, some of her stitchwork was probably on par with some of the bigger clothing companies. But that part wouldn't be realized all too well when she was struggling to get people into the store to begin with.

Thus, the reason she's even in a "crummy little bar" like this... But this woman she's met doesn't need to know about that.

"I was walking around town one day and I kind of just, found this place and decided to kick around a bit more often... I don't think I've actually ever seen you before, are you also a part of the staff or something?"

[smorepi]

What, are you just gonna ignore Crelly? She wants you to EAT.

[notfatweeb]

new oc who this

[den-of-remi]

It’s Remilia, bwah.

I got ultra-nuked.

So uh, please reblog to help me find my friends again.

Thanks choomfs.

[notfatweeb]

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[hypermama]

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[hypermama]

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[faunasfattesttits]

Being responsible for Ivy's recent weight gain and getting to hear how deep her voice has gotten thanks to you not being able to stop offering her McBacon Triple Cheeseburgers!

You're paying, right?

In any case-

bhhurrrhrp... You gonna... hhhffff... finish that...

The NEET had grown into an absolute bloated tick of a person. More belly than girl, and with her looking to also claim your portion, she'd reach the levels of fullness that are uncharted territory even for her.

The way she eats is pretty... weird, too. A usual, normal person would grab their food, chew it up, and then swallow it down, and proceed until they are done. Ivy does not. She grabs her food, and simply... inserts it. She opens her awaiting mouth, and forces the entire burger down it, pushing hard, looking like she's about to choke, laboriously, face growing red from the effort of shoving the entire thing... but eventually managing, and just swallowing it whole. It can't be good for her, but she does not seem to mind so far...

Also, it seems that a lot of people took "sounds fat" as a feature of her voice, which HAD gotten fat due to the tire of neck fat pressing down on her.

But no, the rabbit hole goes so much deeper.

It's the thick guttural belches that tell you just how much sloppy, unhealthy junk she consumes. The constant huffing of her stamina tanked by the several hundreds of pounds of excess lard weighing her down. The whispering curses of discomfort. The creaking of furniture forced to withstand her weight. The creaks and cracks and groans and crashing and things bending and breaking and buckling.

Even her body itself is a walking, hulking source of all sorts of morbid sounds of obesity. The sounds of fabric ripping and tearing and straining, buttons clinking on the floor after another surge of fat pops them. The gurgles and sloshes and blurbles of her digestive system pushed to its physical limits nigh each second of the day, stuffed and packed and stretched with food. Stomach churning to manhandle the gallons of oil and carbs and worst-quality meat and try and digest into more fat and stash it away anywhere it can. Which is to say, there is not much space for her - her body is really filled out with fat...

And if you consider her health, there is so much more to explore too... The way her knees bend and grind bone on bone as her weight simply crushes her poor joints into mush, every step making it pop and scrape. The way her stomach creaks like an overfilled balloon and emits a warped blooouummpp when you pat it. On particularly 'productive' days you can literally hear her heartbeat a few feet away, struggling so hard the sound of her blood rushing in her veins, one must wonder what does it feel like to her listening to it all?.. The whimpers of struggle, feeling her body resist the self-destructive binging. (un)Fortunately, Ivy is in charge, so it has to do what she says~ At higher weights you also get the cute, morbid symphony of all the fun medical aids she can get her hammy hands on. The buzzing of her scooter, the chaotic bleeping of her heart monitor, the hissing of her oxygen tanks, the sounds of the automated system dispensing drugs and painkillers... Maybe the sounds of wheels and servos of one or two mechanized roboservants who keep enabling her? And Ivy herself, idly humming a cutesy melody, as if she is not pushing herself into an early grave while being the cutest blob in the world~

Ivy... Ivy...!

She's daydreaming again. Munching on that McBacon Triple Cheese always makes her think of the good stuff.

hhuuffhh... Wanna get me some... fries?

[jane-throwawayov]

Rumia has a sizeable problem.

[notfatweeb]

Huge Elegg

[blubberymuses]

[notfatweeb]

Contest Prize for @macaroon01.bsky.social of their OC Sarah trying to get in shape.

[hedonistwonderland]

I mean.

Rosa can just use her Ros-ASS as a billboard

"Oh come on. I know my business isn't exactly in the best of places as of right now, but that doesn't mean i'm going to suddenly be as shameless as others reduce my body to a billboard."

"Do excuse me for interrupting my dearest sister... But, would you mind explaining what exactly that text is that's been carved into the rear of your jeans?"

"Wha- Huh? What do you mean text on the back of my..." "...!"

As if God couldn't be more of a stand-up comedian, stretched and scrawled out on the back of Rosa's jeans, stitched with pink and a white outline around it would be the phrase.

STRETCH WITH THE BEST or TEAR LIKE THE REST

Only at ANTI-ROSA.

"AH-" "YA-"

"You're responsible for this. Aren't you?"

"Whaaaaat? Is it suddenly a bad thing to want to help my sister get people into her decaying department store?"