Lil Moth Man @lilmothman - Tumblr Blog

relationship weight

unintentionally gained a little bit of weight recently but im wayyy too shy to take pics so i drew myself instead heehee :>

tummy-pilled

HERE SHE IS!!! first animation in years and i shall dedicate it to a slime gal wg sequence hehe

this was very fun to work on

plumpybread

Big Sebastians

root-muncher

Avery said he was going to make the most of Josie's big fancy shower.

Not quite how he meant it at the time, but neither of them are complaining about the outcome <3

root-muncher

Someone over on DA wanted to see what Avery would look like if he swallowed Josie too after they were both stuffed stupid on their date night

This man contains: Five waiters, a restaurant's worth of food (including what's inside Josie), Josie herself, and who knows how many plates.

slobbyrat

Holy trinity:

Intox + Being fattened up against my will + Diet sabotage

plumpedd

getting secretly fattened up by someone actually sounds like my wildest dreams like yes add butter to all my meals, swap my milk with heavy cream, keep me oblivious as to how all these pounds end up on my body

doomedcakeslice

I dream of waking up to messages teasing me, telling me how much of a pig I am. Make me think about you all day, make me think of your words as I eat my lunch at work, as I grind down on my clit and wish I could touch myself properly.

Make me consider saying fuck it and blowing up, make me squirm and cry and beg for your attention 24/7 because I’m just so addicted to you degrading me, telling me how much of a piggy I am. Bombard me, manipulate me into being what I’ve always been.

Do it, message me ~

peneloperouge

Reblog if

One of your deepest desires is to watch yourself grow bigger, fatter, and heavier by the minute.

notfatweeb

heavy--feels

Keep me fat.

CW: darker themes, dubious consent

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Don't ever let me get thinner.

I will say it timidly at first. That maybe I need to slow down. My clothes don't fit, and I'm getting out of breath too easily. I won't even say I want to lose weight. Just that I need to slow down.

You'll never let me do it. Pour heavy cream into my coffee. Add butter to my meals. Cancel my gym membership. Throw out my running shoes.

I will lose control. I'll start begging you: please, let me lose at least 5 pounds. My belly started hanging and it's hard to reach for stuff. You'll tie me up and funnel feed me. Please, let me go for a short walk. You'll tie me to the couch.

I'm waddling now. My face feels like it's buried in fat. It's getting uncomfortable to exist in my body, but I insist that you let me stretch my legs. You'll tie me to the bedposts and feed me thousands of calories.

In the end, the changes you brought will be impossible to undo. Maybe you'll even let me take control again, only for me to find out that I can barely waddle, and can't stop eating. Eating, and growing.

Keep me fat for life.