Someone goin on their own gaining journey, and within the year they’ve absolutely ballooned in size. Gut filling their lap, hips wedging into chairs, arms hugging at shirt sleeves. Just getting dressed in the morning has them winded, their walk has become a waddle, and just getting around leaves them exhausted. The month when their apartments elevator gives out is the last straw, and they start looking into what they’ve gotta do to ensure they don’t have to worry about waddling around like this anymore. They don’t wanna just gain, they wanna also make sure they’re being waited on hand and foot. Finding a feeder was slow going, and with their waist getting wider they may have sorta kinda maybe just ordered some pills online. Now they understand that those said ‘take one till desired size is reached’, but honestly if they were good about moderation they wouldn’t exactly be in this situation, would they? One whole bottle of oddly blue pills later, and you’ve found out your pudgy neighbor has broken down the wall between your apartments; three times as wide as they are tall, clothes torn to shreds, skin an almost hypnotizing azure blue, and the slightest movement leaving them audibly sloshing. You manage to roll them to where you’re face to face, their chubby cheeks spread into a blissful grin before they ask you if you’ve got anything for dinner. To be fair, this isn’t how you planned on ending up with a roommate, but it could be worse…
Kyra dropped onto the couch in a huff, opening her notifications on Tumyblr hoping to see any uptick in her posts but coming to a blank screen. She had been doing the whole "fit girl gone fat" thing for almost two years now and felt that she had nothing to show for it. (well except for the 40lbs she had put on in that time) Now while she was genuinely into it, she was still on the fence as to whether or not she REALLY wanted to go "whole hog" as she had a very specific idea as to how that would go if she did ever fully commit.
"UGH! What am I doing wrong?!?" She groans as she tosses her phone to the the other side of the couch. She was by no means not creative with her content, she did what she could with what she had. Although she did do a bit of "trend chasing" or sometimes straight up copying the styles of other feedisim content creators she looked up to, such as OutgoingCherryBabe, DearestSofty, FluffyChica, and ChuChuFeedee, in hopes that it would get her any traction to gain a following and (of course) more weight.
She does perk up when she hears the doorbell, because that meant her pizza had arrived. For the last year and a half or so there was one follower that sent her a family meal from Domingo's every other week (which is where most of that 40lbs came from) It was also the day she did most of her content, as she really couldn't do much else in the way of gorging and stuffing on her own. She shoots a pizza stuffing video for her loyal follower, along with a before and after pictures. While she's stuffed to the brim she also takes a few pics in her ever tightening active wear, a few different outfits, sleepwear, and a bikini. She then makes her normal #FatFuckFriday post with a short clip of the stuffing and BandA pics. After all that she was stuffed and sleepy, and as she was sitting on the edge of her bed she notices how she looks in the mirror and decides to snap a pic. After a bit of editing and flip floping on whether or not to even post it, she does with her normal tags but in her stuffed horny mood, she gets an idea akin to those "like and reblog to gain 50lbs instantly" posts, she adds the line "Every like makes me gain 2lbs 😈" thinking nothing of it she hits post, she then masturbates to the fantasy and promptly passes out.
The next morning Kyra awakes with a bit of a start to her phone ringing, it's her boss saying that she's cut from that days schedule because they put to many people on and she was the closest to overtime. "Well fuck, ok." She grumbles to herself In her sleepy haze as she makes her way to the bathroom. As she's shambling to the bathroom something feels off, but she just chalks it up to the bloat from the 2 large pizzas, 18pc bread bites, 2 chocolate lava cakes, and 4 bottles of soda she wolfed down last night. It's not until she glances at herself in the standing mirror and freezes. "THE FUCK?!?" She is noticeably larger, fatter, softer. Her sleep tank now a crop top barely covering her now much rounder gut and larger breasts. Her pajama pants now visibly straining over hips and an ass that was not there last night.
She immediately goes to her scale in the bathroom, seeing the dots flash as her heart races waiting for the number... BEEP ... 287lbs. Kyra was stunned, so many thoughts running through her mind..."WHAT? HOW? I was like 220 something last night! Fuck I'm huge! FUCK THIS IS HOT!" She starts feeling her new softness, pinching her rolls and folds, grabbing a handful of ass, groping her tits. Making herself a horny mess she retreats to the bed and starts masturbating, realizing that is a bit harder to reach her cock now with her belly and fupa slightly in the way (but that just makes it that much hotter for her) After a bit of difficulty she gives up trying to use her hand and grabs her wand, pinning it between her belly and cock while she gropes herself all over. It does not take long for her to climax, glazing her fupa and underbelly with cum. Showering was a bit of a task now as she had so much more her to wash now. After getting out of the shower she steps back on the scale as if to confirm that this wasn't just some vivid dream. The dots flash again and then...BEEP ... 291lbs.
"I beg your finest fucking pardon?!?" She exclaims seeing the higher number. Just then she hears her phone go off with the Tumyblr notification chime. The scale starts flashing again.... BEEP ... 293lbs. After a brief thought... "NO! NO FUCKING WAY!" She snatches up her phone and opens the app to see 32 NOTIFICATIONS Every one of them on the post she did before passing out. "No this can't be why..." She mutters to herself, trying to wrap her head around how this is even possible. To test her theory she logs in to her alt account, likes the post and steps on the scale again.... BEEP ... 295lbs. "Fuckfuckfuck...This can't be happening!" As the realization hits her she can feel herself getting hard again... BLOOP... Another notification...
"NBPrettyBoyFeeder shared your post" 3 more likes, then another 2. As she saw the likes count go up, she heard a rumble and gurgling coming from her gut as she watched the number on the scale raise... 301 ... 305 ... 309 ...She stumbles back to the bed, tossing her phone aside and grabbing her wand, masturbating as she felt and watched herself bloat fatter and fatter. The phone kept chiming, each notification was like electricity coursing through her. When she came, she came HARD. Not even realizing until the post nut clarity, that she was massive, probably now close to 400lbs.
Getting out of bed was now a herculean task, hefting her new weight had her red faced and out of breath just to waddle over to the mirror. What she saw made her jaw (well what was left of it) drop. He belly was massive and covered in stretchmarks, her ass, hips, and thighs much wider and dimpled with cellulite, a big soft fupa burying her cock, her tits now sagging and bloated. Looking at her face she was unrecognizable, her face now more rounded, jawline swallowed by a big double chin, puffy chipmunk cheeks, and her lips almost in a perpetual pout. BLOOP another notification, Kyra is dragged back to reality hearing the chime and the gurgling returning. "Fuck, I'm getting too big *huff* too fat." A phrase that she thought she'd never say, now scrambling (well as fast as someone her size can) to find her phone.
"Where is it, I need to stop this before I can't." Searching through the bed not finding it. BLOOP Crawling across the bed to find it on the floor, as she reaches over the side of the bed BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP Her belly lets out what sounds like a roar as she feels herself bloating again. She repositions herself and tries again her now fat sausage fingers barely grazing the screen, with a little thrust she's able to tap on the post BLOOP then again to post settings BLOOP BLOOP now just slightly out of reach "No no no no pleeeease!" she whines as she's desperately trying to tap DELETE POST But it's in vain as she swells fatter with every notification, until her ballooning belly forces her to roll on to her back. BLOOP Laying there like a beached whale at the mercy of the post. helplessly watching herself fatten, swell, and bloat, getting EXACTLY what she asked for.....
BLOOP
Hot concept: an SSBBW and her thin friend both swell up into enormous berries. Once both of them are juiced, the thin friend ends up retaining so much juice and weight from the sugars that she ends up the same size as her SSBBW friend before they inflated.
And of course her voluptuous friend is even more of a blob than she already was, even after being juiced huehue…
idk what it is but the little ‘huehue’ at the end of this is cuttin’ me up thank you Anon.
But this rocks! Love the idea of the trim and fit friend constantly trying to encourage her SSBBW buddy to come to the gym with her, meanwhile the SSBBW is just mad comfortable at her size! Maybe takes her Gym Bunny Friend (GBF) out for brunch, they have a few blue berry mimosas, and then minutes later they’re both massive berries having to be rolled to the juice clinic down the street.
Reaction is still going on as they get rolled, with the Gym Friend freaking out as her entire world spins around her. Her clothes are in absolute taters, she’s an embarrassed mess, and is not at all fond of the way her middle still squishes in ways she’s never felt before as hands press into her side. Meanwhile the SSBBW friend is adoring the attention, cutting up jokes, and ultimately trying to downplay things. It’s not that she’s not freaked out by suddenly being a berry, just that she’s no stranger to taking up this much space and really isn’t stressing it. Just super relaxed.
Cut to the next day, the juice production has finally slowed enough to be juiced. The Gym Friend waddles out of the juicer, she’s she’s wider than any of the doors at her apartment. Just those few ponderous steps has her more winded than any gym visit she’s ever gone on. Everything is so heavy, she’s feeling parts of her jiggle that she’s never felt before. She just asks the staff when the rest of the swelling is gonna go down and her skin will go back to normal. They have to explain to her that there is no normal. It took so long for the reaction to wrap up, her body digested and processed an insane amount of calories. Simply put: the only way this weight is going anywhere is if she works it off, and that’s assuming she doesn’t have another reaction and starts making juice again. She’s freaking out, trying to explain that she can’t go home like this. So can’t even fit into her apartment without walking in sideways, and that’s if she’s lucky. The clinic gave her a gown, but what’s she supposed to do with her old wardrobe? What’s everyone at her gym going to think when they see her three times as wide as the last time they saw her?
Then she just hears the slurred voice of her SSBBW friend saying she can borrow from her wardrobe, not like she’s gonna need it anymore anyway. Gym Friend looking over and seeing her friend is just absolutely massive. More belly than person, an absolutely adorable mattress filling butterball. Totally immobile, the clinic is setting her up with assisted housing. She’s plenty fine with it, a chubby cheeked smile cutting through the permanent pout her mouth is forced into.
I’m fucking proud of you. You’re making yourself so damn fat, and every new pound looks amazing on you. You’re being brave as fuck turning your dream into reality, and I’m so happy for you that you’re getting to be the person you always were on the inside.
I've been gone for so long I feel obligated to share something I've been hoarding for a few years. I thought I was going to turn it into something more but I lost steam.
Anyway hope you enjoy.
Blueberry inflation snippet below cut:
The tang of the blueberries hadn't faded even after an hour. The taste made Jodi salivate. She swallowed but her mouth rapidly flooded again. Her own saliva was so sweet it was as if she were drinking syrup. Or, more specifically, juice. Then she noticed the smudge of deep, vibrant purplish blue on her fingertips, staining the pages of her journal. She tried to wipe it off on her shorts but the pigment stubbornly clung to her fingers and smeared across her palm.
Jodi put aside her journal with an annoyed grumble and stood up to find a stream to rinse the blueberry juice off her hands. Her heart jumped to her throat when she saw the blue had crept up her arms and splotches covered her legs. Was she having some kind of reaction? She didn’t know of any allergy or poisonous reactions that turned skin blue. This wasn’t normal. She needed help. Now. Jodi left all her equipment behind, the blue gradually spreading all across her skin. She hurried through the woods towards the encampment and hoped the paramedics could arrive fast enough in this wilderness.
She began to feel a strange tension in her stomach, subtle at first but gradually intensifying. She brushed it off as part of whatever allergic side effect she was experiencing until her belt dug uncomfortably into her gut. She looked down and screeched.
Jodi’s stomach had bloated to an alarming size, it looked as if she swallowed a melon whole. Not only that, but she could see her sides had expanded with her stomach, giving her a comically round shape in the middle. Before her very eyes, her globular torso continued to inflate like a balloon. She ran her hands across her bulging middle and snatched them away just as quickly. The feeling of something bubbling beneath the surface would haunt her for the rest of her life. Disturbed by the sensation of her swelling form, she pulled her arms away from her rising sides and began to yell for help. She had to be close enough for someone to hear.
No one came.
Jodi was too terrified to move now. The swelling orb felt heavy and threw off her center of balance when she took a few hesitant steps. Her belt now indented deep into her rounded gut, like a rubber band. Her clothes were becoming restricted as her limbs began to swell too. Her thighs stretched out her shorts and further still, her legs began to go numb as the hems cut off circulation. Her crotch blew up large and rounded out like a fishbowl, creating a perfectly smooth curve from belly button to labia. Her enlarged crotch pushed her legs apart and she was forced to shift her stance awkwardly wide. Her butt pulled at the back of her pants and her underwear soon wedged deep in the crevice of her ass. She craned her head around only to find to her horror her back matched the round swelling of her front and sides, although the shape was interrupted for the present by each butt cheek bubbling into spheres so far behind her she could easily see her dumptruck of an ass. She felt the belt loops of her shorts snap, taunt flesh rippling from the gentle impact of breaking stitches. Her ass grew beyond the confines of her pants slowly, the waistline pulled down over her swelling cheeks and rounded crotch the bigger she grew. Her belt remained firmly wedged in place and stretched further apart from her shorts, separated by an expanse of blue lower belly.
Meanwhile the swell had spread up as well. Her stomach grew enormous, she would be labeled obese by now if not for the fact that she could feel the skin grow taunt instead of sag like normal fat. She had long lost definition of her ribcage, her belly now lifting her swelling breasts. The hem of her tank top pulled up over her stomach and caught on her tits. She had been a B cup size earlier, but her breasts were now undeniably double DDs and still growing, two orbs of purple-blue flesh bulging around her compressing bra. Her back flesh oozed around the straps painfully, her bra the final line of defense that kept a vaguely woman shaped body. Weight pillowed onto her arms until the effort to hold them outright in the air became too great. Her biceps grew as thick as her thighs were before and the fat packed on so dense she would barely bend her elbows, her fingers growing thick as sausages. She cupped her hands over her stomach with fingers splayed over a roiling sea of juice, as if trying to push the juice back down where it came. The reach of her arm gradually shrunk and her rising sides obligingly lifted them higher as she grew.
Well below her field of view her belt suddenly snapped. The force of it nearly sent her tumbling over as the juice in her jostled violently. Her bra snapped in succession and her bubble breasts, freed from their imprisonment, finally began to flatten out into her stomach. Seams loudly tore as she outgrew her tank top and shorts, she felt a pop between her butt cheeks as her underwear finally reached its breaking point. Her bubble butt vanished similarly as her breasts had, becoming one continuous curve from her shoulder blades to the back of her thick legs. Pieces of the ripped clothes hung across her form, then slowly drifted off as each part of her body smoothed over. Her thighs absorbed into her body as her crotch sunk low between her fat knees, her biceps melted into her sides and left her arms flapping at the elbow stupidly. Jodi had entirely deformed into a Humpty-Dumpty egg shape.
Jodi felt her neck thicken and shrink. Her head pulled into her widening collar until her jaw met her shoulders. Her cheeks expanded so large she could see twin orbs just at the bottom of her line of sight. Her lips thickened so ridiculously her upper lip practically brushed the tip of her nose and the bottom touched her chin, which in turn had nestled onto the bed of taunt flesh of her collarbone. Flesh continued to grow around her as her head began to sink into a small divot. Her cries for help were effectively stifled.
Jodi strained her eyes trying to see herself over the vibrant blue mound of her body. How much longer could this go on? The mounting pressure inside was so dense she worried she would exceed whatever limit her body could handle. Her ears were flooded with the gurgling of juice and the high pitched squeaks of a balloon being stretched too thin. She was going to explode. The only remains her companions would find would be a puddle of juice. They wouldn’t even know the puddle was her. Maybe they would find her equipment but no part of her would ever be recovered, her coffin would be placed in the ground empty. Her imagination continued to run wild as the growth steadily continued.
Jodi broke out of her panicked thoughts when she felt her vulva press into the grass below. Her body had finally absorbed her limbs up to her wrists and ankles. She was as round as the berries she had consumed. She closed her eyes and waited for the fatal explosion. Instead the pressure stopped and the angry gurgling in her ears grew calm.
She opened her eyes cautiously and strained to look at herself. She quickly realized this was impossible, so she tried to test the limits of her mobility instead. She wiggled her fingers first. Thick and awkward to bend, but she could still move them. She tried to move her wrist, this time with far more difficulty. She couldn't roll them in a full rotation but she could flap her hand up and down. When she did this her hand bounced off her side with a dull plap. Bizarrely, it felt like she touched what was once the underside of her forearm, but her skin felt more rubbery than it used to. Not the kind of rubbery as in man made plastics, but organic and springy. Next, Jodi tried to wiggle her toes. Her feet hadn’t grown large enough to break free of her sturdy boots but had swollen to the point she couldn’t move them at all in the constricted space. The tightness was painful. Standing with what felt like the weight of a metric ton of juice in her body, she couldn't easily test the flex of her ankles. She began to rock her weight on her feet carefully. This was extremely difficult but she felt her bulbous body tilt enough for her to shift her feet into a pseudo walk, her pussy always rolling against the ground as the centermost point of contact beneath her. Her ankles had even less mobility than her wrists, she couldn't straighten out her feet to be able to walk properly at all, forcing her feet to remain almost perpendicular to the underside of her body.
A wave of despair and hopelessness washed over Jodi and she whimpered. She could barely move at all, she couldn't see over her giant blubbery body, and she was naked and alone in the woods. Even if she hadn't exploded, she was certain she was going to die out here. Her vision grew blurry with tears and she blubbered. She regretted crying instantly. The tears running over her cheeks were gelatinous and sticky. Horrified, Jodi realized she was crying juice. She cried harder at first, unable to help herself, then her tears petered out as she grew tired.
She was helpless to do anything but sit in uncomfortable wait as the sun crept across the sky overhead and the shadows in the woods chased it. The sticky sweet juice-tears staining her face attracted bugs. Jodi closed her eyes when they landed on her doughy cheeks, whimpered in disgust, and then flapped her hands in an attempt to drive them away. It had no effect. Each little creature drank its fill before flighting away in the serene woods.
Something so hot but terrifying about swelling up surrounded by doctors/scientists. Just the awkwardness of all of these professionals gawking at my rapidly swelling body, barely having any idea what to do to solve it. Having them cut off my clothes before my huge body gets a chance to snap them off would already make me more embarrassed.
Feeling my blue skin get groped and prodded by their latex gloves as they try to figure out what I’m swelling up with, scared that I’m going to outgrow the room by the time they try to figure out what to do.
It would help if they were more gentle, or subtle... or kind. Any notion of bedside manner goes out the window when they're dealing with a massive, blue anomaly like yourself. Your little whines as you're poked, prodded, and rolled fall on dead ears as the medical staff complain about what a mess you're making...
Imagining a permaberry aging like a fine blueberry wine. Her first time getting juiced as a preppy 20 year old college student has her shrunken down to her normal size, albeit with some extra weight that puts her at 200 pounds. But each subsequent juicing makes her more and more fatter. Each year she ends up 20 pounds heavier, and by the time she’s 40, she’s already turned into an 800 pound blueberry blob milf 🤤
I've been toying with combo fantasies around weight gain and blueberries. do you have a preferred interaction type?
how does getting fatter affect you swelling with juice? how does being juiced affect your appetite?
ps you liked one of my berryfics thank youuuuuuu
wow ok I love this question- there’s loads of great 2nd person fics where you’re already fat and turn into a blueberry they’re so good like the descriptions of having a flabby squishy tummy to a round smooth spherical blueberry tummy is soooo good.
I have a specific fantasy where the blueberry part of the gum doesn’t make you swell up but the tomato soup and the roast beef do 🤤 you don’t change colour the meals just make you verryyy fat like you’ve eaten loads and THEN the blueberry pie comes ughhhh
I’ve also talked about this before but I love the idea of being juiced and still being really big having to haul around a big belly and having thick thighs which would def make you want to eat more 👀👀 and maybe blowing up just a tinyyyy bit more
Witnessing a fat girl binge is like seeing a sunrise in the mountains or a dolphin swim up next to you when surfing or being there the moment a butterfly emerges from a cocoon.
It's a spectacle one has to feel blessed to be present for. The universe has singled you out to witness this event and you need to reciprocate with gratitude.
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