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Okay guys, it's very likely I'll be getting laid off from my job soon, so I'll be doing commissions again ^w^ I'll update my price list with the new prices at the beginning of the year, but the old list is still valid for the rest of December ^w^
Enjoy this chubby Pomni Sketch Random so I don't get lost in the void
eat well and fatten
Big problems for big boys
Note: I absolutely love how these two bellies turned out.
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have this low quality thing i made months ago and will never finish 🫣
i just wanna feed this fat old man some cake ok ...
Fatsexual.
It's a good term.
And it describes my sexuality perfectly.
I used to define myself as asexual, with the one exception being extremely obese men.
As I got older, I thought, "there has to be a term for this... no interest in sexuality unless it involves morbid obesity..."
And "fatsexual" covers it.
I'm sure many others know exactly what I'm talking about. The feeling of not being sexual unless it involves obesity.
And I think the term should be used more. Fatsexual is a good umbrella term. I'll use tags like #feedism , even when it's not really something directly related to it. I only use it since it refers to the community. But not everyone is a feeder or feedee. Some of us just love fat or enjoy hedonism where fat is a consequence.
So I'm going to use it in my vocabulary more often: fatsexual. It just works.
Story - Jealous
It’s not about the destination.
Oh, you. I’m so jealous of you because you get to experience yourself growing fat from being ‘normal.'
I’ve always been a bit chubby, but you used to be just like everyone else. Everyone can fucking tell you got fat, and keep getting fatter. For me? It’s not a big deal for a fat guy to keep growing. But you used to be 'regular,’ even 'thin.’ Everyone who knew you will always look at you as 'that guy I knew who fucking pigged out and got massive.'
They’ll see pictures of you when you were younger and ask 'remember when you could see your toes?’ And they’ll laugh at what a fatboy you’ve gorged and created.
But they won’t even understand how much you want it. How much you want to make the biggest body you can fatten yourself into.
I wonder if you can notice the difference, of people who knew your thin, conventionally attractive body and think you might one day starve yourself back into it, and people who only knew you when you were a fatass, and believe that’s all you ever were. (After all, someone as fat and out of shape as you had to have started early.)
Then again, even the people that knew you as that thin person start to lose hope when they see how much of a glutton you’re becoming.
You sure you want to do this, tubby? Give yourself to a life of chubby chasers, because no one else will want to fuck an ass as fat as yours? Love handles so wide that only the most dedicated of fat lovers will want to grab? A fat, chubby face, the handsome features rounded and blurred in an excess of chins, cheeks, everything.
Such a deviant, decadent body you’ll make, only appealing to fat fuckers like me, but everyone else looking at you with a look of curiosity at how one person can get just. So. Fat. You had a nice body, tubby, but you’re ruining it with grease and fat and sugar, making yourself into a fat, soft, sweaty blob. Hope you’re happy, lardass.
Ugh, I just had a little filling and I'm already hungry again. Apparently, tummy massages help a lot.
Commission fresh out of the kitchen uwur I think it's become one of my favorite things. Thanks for letting me draw your boy LoshChubb (by x)
Just once, you think to yourself. I will buy the heavy cream, make the shake, see how it feels.
You really don't like the acidic feel that the cream leaves in your throat and belly. And it's very hard to just chug it like that. You decide to mix it with melted ice cream in your favourite flavour.
Now, that's completely different. It's actually quite delicious. You don't realize when you finish the cup. 800 calories of cream, plus about 200 of ice cream. A drink of a thousand calories. It takes its time to land heavily in your stomach, bloat it, and leave you feeling lethargic.
Well, that's that, you think. At least I know how it feels.
2 weeks later
Heavy cream catches your eye when you go grocery shopping. The tantalizing 35% of fat hypnotizes you. You remember your experience from 2 weeks ago. What if I did it just one more time, you think.
Somehow, this time the cup is gone even faster.
4 weeks later
Fridays. After a whole week of work, Friday evenings come heavy and drowsy like the full cup of heavy cream you chug just before bed. It actually helps you sleep. It gives you a nice little reprieve after a stressful week. A dreamless, heavy sleep.
Next Friday, repeat.
2 months later
Your pants don't fit like they used to. You find yourself brushing your hands over your belly, which feels creamy like the beverage of your choice. A size up it is. You start craving the Friday feeling of fullness. What if you also did it on Saturdays? After all, what's better than a restful weekend?
3 months later
Fuck, stairs seem to have gotten steeper. Even though you live on the 2nd floor, you stop taking them, opting for the elevator. You take a dislike to jeans in general; the fabric doesn't seem to be stretchy enough. Sweatpants are a far better choice.
You slowly trot back to your apartment. Inside, you unpack your bag. 3 litres of heavy cream. Hopefully, it will last over the weekend.
4 months later
Why do you feel sweaty all the time? It must be the weather. You cut down on almost all walks. You catch yourself on wishing streets had moving sidewalks, like on airports. That would be dreamy...
What's not dreamy, is the fact that your favourite clothing store doesn't have your size, apparently. What bullshit. They must have changed their charts - no way you are 2XL.
You shake your head, then proceed to chug down your daily cup of heavy cream.
6 months later
2 cheeseburgers, and you're still peckish. Even the triple thick milkshake doesn't seem to fill you quite as well as your favourite cream. You know what else is triple thick? Your chin. You keep tugging at the hem of your t-shirt, only to realize that it's your own fat that's squeezing your neck. You look in the mirror, blinking. Is that really you...? You keep recalling words that you've recently heard in reference to yourself. Plus size. Obese. Fatass.
You shake your head. A thought was forming there, but you cast it aside. With a deep grunt, you get up from the chair and waddle to the fridge. The cream is waiting for you.
1 year later
"Can you - huff - slow down a little?"
Your friend stops in the middle of the store isle. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, just - oof - need to - get something - huff - from here."
You can feel your face must be red hot. At the same time, a breeze touches your underbelly. Your belly hang escaped your 4XL shirt again. It's probably time to go up a size, but you like this shirt. You'll retire it when you rip it open.
You rest your fat-laden arms on a trolley. Not for the first time, you think about those clever mobility scooters. Oh, how you wish you had one. Maybe then, your trunk thighs wouldn't rub themselves raw.
You faintly point to the fridge, where the cartons of heavy cream are waiting for you. Your friend reaches there for you hesitantly, taking one carton.
"Huff - more."
Your friend's eyes widen, but they add another one to your basket.
"More."
"How many of these do you drink?"
You shake your head, feeling your cheeks wobble. "Just - huff - I'll tell you when to stop."
One, two, three... ten cartons land in your cart.
"Okay, enough."
Enough. That's a funny word. Not a word you use often these days. As you waddle down the isle, you think to yourself: next time, you'll probably buy eleven cartons. ** Like my work? Here's my Ko-Fi :)
Anyway, blob time~
So when I say I want you to get fat for me.... this is what I mean.
It seems Asmodeus has been fulfilling his little clown's every whim. He looks so chubby and happy now.
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Nothing better than two fat queens side by side
Anonymous Commission
I don't know how restrictive Tumblr is with certain elements, so please excuse the drastic censorship in the second image. I had to tone down the mess a bit.
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His old friends came looking for him again, but… It seems that life in the palace has taken a heavy toll on a certain Prince. Will he be able to fight with the same grace as before?
Commission for @/Squeegee123, thank you!
The sea gained a new whale it seems
