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Hello! Will you ever write another chapter of "Baggage"? I love the 1st one! 😊
I am working on it! There’s just a lot I want to do with it so it’s taking a while. I’m glad you love that fic, so do I and I also wish there was more of it already >.<
Boyfriend who lets out wall-peeling farts in bed. Boyfriend who always eats a healthy portion of dinner, laying down, full and comfortable as him stomach works through the food. Boyfriend who shifts lightly to fart, loud and clear, letting out sighs or groans of pleasure after each relieving release of gas. Farts that raise the humidity and temperature of the whole room, ripped right in your bed, under the covers where they will linger. His satisfied smile after each burst of gas, because farting is one of the most pleasurable and natural things a man can do. He's enjoying himself and you're not going to ruin the mood with your bitching. So you smile sweetly at him, no matter how bad the stench assulting your nose gets. You have zero right to act out or complain, you're going to be a sweet and agreeable girlfriend as you always are. You're glad he's making himself comfortable.
belly dangerously close to spilling out of the frame
fashionable fatty
A shy boy who shows up to an online date 150-200lbs heavier than his photos, is seemingly oblivious to it and the connection it might have to his inability to find love, and who has a terrible gas problem. Poor thing scarfs down his food so fast he's left a belching, flustered wreck, and all the fast food he scarfed down prior to the date (stress, see) has done his guts no favors.
Luckily, he's finally found someone that thinks the way his face goes red when his overstuffed belly can't take anymore and his body pushes one out is the cutest thing ever.
In the spirit of Ilya being Too Big for plane seats, may I submit for your consideration Ilya getting Too Big for his sports car.
He doesn’t drive them on the regular anymore. Shane may have unfortunately been right about the luxury SUV he bought upon moving to Ottawa being more practical, so the change isn’t obvious at first. But one day he gets the urge to take the sleeker, flashier car in his garage out for a spin and just. Doesn’t fit. He gets one meaty thigh in and his generous ass perched on the Italian leather seat, which sits far lower than the SUV he drives to the rink (and maybe the more than occasional drive thru) and goes to slide the rest of the way in, only for the firm ledge of his upper tummy to jar against the side of the steering wheel.
He pushes the seat all the way back, even reclines it some for good measure, because surely it hasn’t been /that/ long since he last drove it. Surely he hasn’t eaten himself into being too fat to drive his car. The adjustments help just enough that, if he turns to the side, he can shift his weight further into the cabin. His soft hip flattens as much as it’s able against the center console. The car seat buckle is lost somewhere under his mass, but that doesn’t matter, he’s just trying to prove a point now. The car rocks with his efforts.
Leaning back and sucking in gets him able to face forward, but his stomach piles high in his lap, unable to drop between his thighs in the way he’s grown accustomed. The bottom portion of his stomach, silky and soft no matter how full his husband stuffs him, functions with the same laws of movement as water, flowing wherever there’s space. It hugs the underside of the steering wheel as much as the rapidly disappearing gap between the tops of his thighs and the wheel will allow. The top portion, which his husband (and sure, maybe his own appetite) never allows to be less than firm, presses so tightly against the steering wheel that the horn sounds when he tries fruitlessly to readjust himself.
The noise prompts Shane to investigate, which is great because Ilya really wasn’t looking forward to popping himself back out on his own. His poor, abused sides sting from where they’ve been crushed against the upholstery and he’s huffing a bit (though that could just be from the lack of space to draw a full breath). His husband tries to be helpful through his near overwhelming horniness— after all, he’s domesticated his overfed jungle cat to the point he can’t even fit in the car he once prowled Boston’s streets in. Could there be a more clear cut embodiment of love’s transformative effects? Ilya leans into Shane’s desire, how could he not? But a part of him is just completely stunned. He’d made his peace with outgrowing his designer clothes and overflowing their kitchen chairs. But outgrowing a whole fucking vehicle is something else entirely.
Sorry that kind of got away from me lol, but would love your thoughts
Fic in my inbox!? Thank you, fuck
The roominess of a sports car and when this Ilya might start finding more convenience in Shane’s ‘boring’ cars HAS been on my mind… he’s also just a little less limber than he used to be and hadn’t realized that getting down far enough to slide in would be so difficult. That’s flustering in and of itself, the realization that, even though he still works out to some degree, he’s gotten so settled into the housecat lifestyle that he doesn’t need to be able to touch his toes anymore. He has mixed feelings about all of this, but his days going 125 on the highway are for the most part over, and it’s somewhat of a relief. He doesn’t need to chase that kind of thrill anymore just to feel something. He’s dedicated himself to richer kinds of satisfaction now.
Something at play here is the amazing phenomenon wherein the fatter your ass is the more you’re sitting on— an extra few inches of ass is an extra few inches of lift when you sit down, and with meat all around, there comes the steering wheel. (side note: thinking fondly about him looking substantially taller than Shane when they’re sitting side by side… and as we know Shane isn’t exactly small. That’s just how good he’s eating)
I also love that we’re adopting big cat terminology to describe him. Fat Cat Rozanov is canon in my heart
sorry but a saggy fat double belly stacked like two mounds of pudding that completely conceal the belly button in the fold… that’s basically what it’s all about. if you have to physically lift your top gut to even find your navel i’m on my hands and knees about you
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Uncomfortable facial expression + hand splayed flat against stomach + loud gurgling before a huge relieving fart. Fucking peak.
Bonus points if it's followed by a sigh/moan, an apology, and/or a comment on how much they needed that/how much better their stomach feels now.
Ja//ck and Ro//bby have been keeping their Huc//kle//ber//ry well fed :3
chubby chaser Jack Abbot, that’s all. Okay bye
Bigger folk just getting bigger also top tier. Love a giant with pica
Object vore and size vore go so well together
Downing local traffic with the town's water tower. Suddenly out of a job: the building is churning away in some giant gut
This home office job is finally paying off
I can barely fit in here…
A recent commission for @jwat120 !! ❤️❤️❤️
i eat ur writing up everyday thank u for feeding us hehehehhe,,,
you are so very welcomemmemmememe. side note this has me thinking about feeding kink hucklerabbot.
Like Dennis is known for being way too skinny from his time being homeless and Jack and Robby hate it. So they do everything in their power to get him to eat more and they find that they love it. They love giving him his favorite snacks quietly, so he eats them without being shy. They love making him bigger meals with generous portions so they can see him full. They absolutely love giving him tummy rubs after he's accidentally eaten too much. but "I can't help it, you keep making my favorite foods!" Dennis has no clue Jack asked Trinity what all his favorites were. The slow full belly sex that comes after a good meal nowadays is Denny's favorite. The older couple have accidentally pavloved him into getting horny at the smell of good food. The trio still go to the gym, but Dennis works out less, and with lighter weights, effectively doing nothing. Denny isn't really paying attention, just happy to spend more time with his men.
Mmmmmm chubby Dennis!
pup dennis who stuffs himself with chocolate by going back and forth from jack in the living room to robby in the office and getting a bite of chocolate from each man over and over.
both of them think that dennis is going to his dog bed between bites but really it’s to the other man.
at the end of the night dennis needs all hands on deck for tummy rubs and neither of them know why.
“that’s odd, he only had one chocolate bunny.”
“I didn’t think I fed him that many chocolate eggs.”
dennis gets the easter spanking of a lifetime that night.
