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I wonder where my coronary arteries are by now...
Haha no doubt we are all a stage or two further along than we imagine…
The mirror reminds me everyday that I’m almost 500 pounds .
it’s imminent …
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The number of 500 pounders is expanding, just like their bellies. It's a FAT world out there. EAT! Be part of the exclusive 500lbs club.
Be brave.
You want to be fat?
Then do it.
Succumb to your gluttony.
There's nothing stopping you but other people's opinions.
If you are brave enough, their opinions won't matter, and never will.
Eat to your heart's content.
Grow out of your clothes.
Become too fat to even fit in non-custom clothing.
Embrace the struggle: the effort of stairs, of waddling, of squeezing through doorways.
Be proud of what a fat man you are.
Make people uncomfortable: touch and jiggle your breasts and belly in public.
Go out to eat, filling two chairs with your huge rear.
Order the full menu.
Don't be discouraged by the stares.
Belch loudly.
Express how hungry you are, despite eating enough food for a family of 10.
Be a true, gluttonous, fat man.
I'll shower you with attention.
You'll feel pride at how fat you are getting. Hundreds of pounds appear on your frame through the years... you become immobile.
But you love every second.
You love every pound.
You want to become even more impossibly heavy... an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records.
You make it a goal... 1400lbs.
Is it possible?
Well, you're going to find out. And, no matter the effort, you'll work your way to that world record.
My impossibly fat piggy. ♡
We'll get you there... to your goal: too fat to function.
It's wild the justifications I make for myself as I get fatter and fatter, I imagine it just keeps going and going....
I don't NEED to be able to do a sit-up, I can just use my hands to push myself up.
I don't NEED to be able to run, I can just walk anywhere I'm going or drive.
I don't NEED to be able to tie my shoes standing up, I can just sit and put a leg over my knee.
I don't NEED to be able to breathe on my own at night, I can just get a CPAP to help me.
I won't NEED to be able to pee standing up, I can just sit down.
I won't NEED to be able to walk through the grocery store, I can't just use the scooter.
I won't NEED to be able to reach my feet, I can just get slip on shoes and get pedicures.
I won't NEED to be able to wear a belt, I can just get suspenders.
I won't NEED to worry about my blood pressure, I can just take meds for that.
I won't NEED the ability to walk more than a few feet, I can just get my own scooter.
I won't NEED the ability to reach my own manhood, I can just buy a wand.
I won't NEED the ability to buy clothing that fits me, I can just stay at home and wear a bedsheet.
I won't NEED the ability to walk at all, I can just stay in bed.
life is stressful. comfort eating is good.
I want to make it easy for you to relax. grab a drink and sit down while I cook dinner. get comfortable. now eat.
it's okay, have as much as you want. you had a long day. you're full? have a little more, go on. do you want a treat? I've set aside some dessert for you...
that's it.
indulge in sensory pleasures. a sweet morsel on your tongue, the stretch of your skin as your belly swells. when you're full like this, you are totally present in your body. let's get you stuffed till you can't think straight and all your worries and stresses fade to the back of your mind.
just you, totally blissed out, and me, tending to you. my hands on your body. not a care in the world. just us.
The fact the addiction to food, especially fast food, is altering my obese life and those of others is so hot... Struggling with basic things, being winded and panting easily and eating more food than a family of four needs... Yes i just want to keep growing and making everything in my life remind me what i am doing to myself. Growing morbidly obese and growing bigger and bigger for mine and other's enjoyment!
Fatten yourself into oblivion. Just go for it and say fuck the consequences.
Intentional Weight Gain as Body Modification
A reflection on body architecture, ethics, and cultural norms
When people hear “body modification,” they tend to picture tattoos, piercings, implants, stretched lobes, or surgical enhancements. These are visible, often celebrated ways to reshape the body. They're viewed—depending on the cultural lens—as art, rebellion, identity, transformation.
But there's another kind of body modification that is rarely acknowledged: Intentional, sustained, and celebrated weight gain. A transformation not sculpted with needles or knives, but with calories, time, and will.
🧱 The Architecture of Growth
In an architectural sense, gaining is construction. Just as a builder adds volume to a structure, the gainer adds mass to their form. Just as cathedrals are raised layer by layer, a body grows in soft, rounded stages—first subtle, then significant, then monumental.
There is planning:
How much should I eat?
What will expand first—belly, thighs, chest?
How will my center of gravity shift?
What rituals will mark each stage of my build?
Gaining is not passive. It is design. The body becomes a living structure—elastic, warm, and evolving—responding to internal and external forces like pleasure, gravity, resistance, and desire.
🧬 Body Ethics: Consent, Control & Self-Ownership
Ethically, we often accept body modifications that are medicalized or commercialized: Botox, cosmetic surgery, orthodontics. Even extreme plastic surgeries find tolerance, if they promise "betterment" or conform to beauty standards.
But gaining? It disturbs people.
Not because it harms others—but because it violates deeply internalized rules about control, health, and conformity.
Yet from an ethical standpoint, intentional weight gain is:
Consensual
Self-directed
Bodily autonomous
And for many, deeply fulfilling—psychologically, emotionally, erotically
In the ethics of body sovereignty, pleasure is as valid a motivator as pain or trauma. If someone can cut into their skin to feel whole, someone else can fill their belly to overflowing to achieve the same result.
🧠 Cultural Perception: Subversion Through Flesh
Culturally, fatness is stigmatized. It's associated with lack of control, weakness, or medical failure. Yet, gaining flips this script:
It’s not accidental, it’s deliberate.
It’s not shameful, it’s celebrated.
It’s not a side effect, it’s the goal.
In doing so, intentional gaining becomes a radical act of resistance. It resists diet culture. It resists the demand for minimization. It resists a capitalist logic of “efficiency” and “fitness.”
Instead, it embraces:
Abundance
Visible pleasure
Softness as strength
Mass as meaning
The growing body becomes both a canvas and a mirror—showing the world not just what is taboo, but what is possible.
🔍 Closing Thought: A Modification Made of Flesh
What makes gaining unique among body modifications is its medium: Flesh, not ink. Volume, not incision.
It is alive, and responsive. It jiggles, stretches, folds, and settles. It’s unpredictable—yet cultivated. It’s taboo—yet intimate.
It is, at its core, the slowest, heaviest, most embodied art form there is. And for those who choose it—whether for fetish, identity, defiance or joy—it is just as real, intentional, and worthy as any scar, tattoo, implant or piercing.
You are allowed to sculpt yourself. Even in cream. Even in fat. Even in fullness.
No matter how much weight I gain I still crave more, I experience the desire to get heavier. Even looking at this photo I see rolls of fat, stretch marks, and tight clothes but I know it’s not enough.
Will I ever be satisfied?
At almost 400 lbs and under 25 years old I have completely sold my life away to the pleasures of gaining… and I have never regretted it once.
For me it’s not a kink, it doesn’t go away after I cum or after I stuff my face. The over 150 lbs I’ve intentionally added to my body are still there. I have to live my regular daily life with the consequences of my actions. But to me they don’t feel like consequences, they feel like rewards.
The reward of tighter clothes. The reward of decreasing mobility. These are motivation to me to push harder and gain more.
My doctor suggesting that I try ozempic encourages me to eat more so that I’m heavier the next time I’m at the office. My parents voicing concerns over my weight encourages me to eat more so I’m heavier the next time I visit home.
I didn’t choose this lifestyle, I was born to be a part of it. I was meant to experience it alongside others that feel the same way. I gain for myself and to inspire those that haven’t yet allowed themselves to give in and gain as well.
I am fat. I am a pig. I will always gain.
Oh, baby...I'm sorry I made you so fat and lazy and spoiled and greedy and helpless...can you ever forgive me? 🥺 (I've made you a full, 3-course meal fit for a family of four as an apology).
cw // dumbification , mindbreak (?), dystopian (?) + disclaimer under the cut!!! dumbification is one of my favorite things ever. and while it kind of goes against the whole concept, getting creative with it is part of what makes it so appealing to me.
sure, you’ve got the standard sexualized goon-brain dumbification, then the offshoots of that based on whatever fetish, but what about the mundane things? hell, even the controversial things?
yes, your goal is to rot your brain…
so why aren’t you full sending it?
download some shitty mobile games. the ones with the bright colors and the nice sounds that require zero brain power. when playing the games or even just browsing the web, click on the ads that show you food; train your algorithm to recognize just how much of a pig you are. you’re always hungry for more. since cookies are so delicious, you’ll want to accept all of them. let your algorithm decide what you eat, and you’ll be eating a lot. it’s too hard to decide for yourself what you want anyways, especially with how your cravings change on a dime each time you’re distracted by another ad.
podcasts and shows that make you think are so overrated. ditch the podcasts altogether, that’s only using one of your senses, anyways. the more sensory input, the more dopamine. start watching slop. let those algorithms decide what you should watch, too. they’ll generate the most perfect, mouth watering and vulgar slop for you to have on in the background while you pig out. let those bright colors seep into your brain, entertained but not engaged. the more screens the better. the more food the better. the more dopamine triggers you can engrave into your daily routine, the better. it makes you feel good, after all. that’s all that should matter to you.
who cares if your carbon footprint is more like a carbon canyon? you’re much too dependent on your greasy, overly processed food to think twice about ordering delivery, much less think once about anything. you can just crank the air conditioning up when it gets too hot. and maybe order a milkshake, or down a pint of ice cream in one go. oh, but those ads for that fast food chain look so good… you’ll just have to make up for that hot deep fried junk food by eating two pints instead.
you know you want to; you don’t know any better.
the fatter you get, the lazier you are, the more indulgent you get, the more depraved you get and the less you care. get off to getting worse no matter how much it impacts things. if anything the impacts themselves makes you hungry and horny
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Being an unapologetic stereotype of a fat guy is the best. Once you get fat enough to just not care about how the world perceives you, you can just embrace the lifestyle of a true fatass. Order țhat family sized meal with your fat gut hanging out from under your massive gaming T shirt. Waddle one block down the street before needing to rest your wheezing obese body and seriously contemplate the logistics of a mobility scooter in your near future. Shove fistfuls of greasy salty fries and lardy hamburgers in your greedy multiple-chinned face while you let rip in your 7XL overstretched briefs and try to remember the last time you saw your own cock. Just let go and embrace it.
oh... that is why Arthur's horse was running slower....
feel like i’m getting hungrier?
You can't escape obesity.
And it'd be insane to believe you could. The food industry has engineered their products for decades to make them as addictive as possible, mainly by adding sugar, fat, and artificial flavors that'll hit that dopamine spot just right. You don't really think that you're immune against basic science, do you?
All those food cravings you experience all the time are a result of this system, which drives you to consume more, much more than you'd ever need. But it feels good, it feels comforting. Sinking your teeth into a cake or a pack of cookies has such a relieving and calming effect. No wonder you crave snacks after a long day.
Spend a minute looking at the food options presented to you every day. It's all processed junk, everything. Even items you might consider healthy will at least have that 10% base level of sugar. Fries with nearly 20 ingredients? Yup, fast food chains like McDonald's know exactly how to give you that delicious fix you're craving for.
The beauty of it is that you're already constantly craving this kind of food. Yet, willpower is very limited. It's scientifically proven that you can't resist something forever, that you're bound to give in eventually. So you start making up excuses, treating yourself to a snack, enjoying a cheat meal, or just letting yourself go because it's the weekend.
There is nothing you can do about it, you're up against your biology and a multi-trillion industry who share a common goal: making you eat as much as possible
Just give up and enjoy it.
You breathe so heavily now, even when you're not doing anything, it’s so hot to hear you catch your breath after shifting your belly’s position to get more comfortable, or after you chug something for so long you forget to stop and breathe.