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I want you…

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(POV WG, Light Slob)

You'd almost made it too easy for me. When I bought you that gaming pc after you moved in, I hoped it might make you a little more sedentary. Maybe all those hours gaming and snacking might give you a couple extra pounds. Your focus so wholly enmeshed in exploring those fantasy worlds that a little of my own fantasy might bleed in…

But now look at you. You've really let the stereotype of the fat gamer take over, haven't you? Your belly hanging down against your thighs, your hands resting the controller on your middle as you feverishly smash away at those buttons. You've always got those headphones on, your eyes glued to the screen, the light of your monitor making your belly practically glow as it grows and grows.

I thought you'd cut back when your belly started poking out of your shirt, but that was sooo many pounds ago. With even your biggest t-shirts clinging only halfway down your hanging gut, most of the time you go without a shirt at all, letting that big belly sit heavy in your lap as you slowly fill out your chair more and more with every session. Do you even realize how much you eat? How many sodas you've chugged down? All that caffeine and sugar giving you a rush as you chase quest after quest, barely noticing whether I'm setting down your second or third helping of dinner.

Snacks, wrappers, plates pile up over the course of your gaming sessions. Sometimes I'm testing the waters to see if you might look away long enough to realize just how much you're eating… but there's always a new mission, a new DLC, a new game coming out that keeps you happily munching away.

I worried I might feel jealous of all the attention your hobby demands of you, but I found that I love watching you play, too. I'm not watching the game, of course. I'm watching from you. Seeing your blobby frame widening, straining against, then spilling over the sides of that nice, new gaming chair I bought you with the higher weight limit. Your thick fingers wiping any bit of food against the side of your belly to avoid making your controller greasy. Watching you not notice how much further you're leaning back by the end of the night with how tightly your belly is packed, the bloat forcing you away from the edge of your desk. Appreciating how you don't even flinch when you let those big belches rumble up your your roiling gut.

And then at the end of a long night of gaming, I relish watching you peel yourself out of that chair, the way your flabby body almost sticks to it while you muster the strength to stand. That little stretch you do when you're on your feet, your hefty gut sloshing as you make your temporary escape from your rig. Your heavy steps matched by your heavy breathing until you finally plop back down, as eager for more XP as I am to watch you pack on more lbs.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm letting you get too big… if there's any end in sight for how many waistbands you'll strain, how high of a weight limit I'll need to find for your chair, how big you'll get before you finally seem to realize how far you've let yourself go…

But then again, you've never looked happier, as long as you can keep gaming, I think you'll keep gaining for me~

[vvvvvhhhhhjjjjjjuuuuuuuu-deacti]

The Fat Friend

[CW: Weight Gain]

When Jade had announced to her group of friends that she was starting a new diet and had just bought a gym membership, Sophie had been just as supportive as the other two girls for their friend's switch to a healthier lifestyle. The four of them had been close friends for years, and it had long been accepted that Jade was "the fat friend". She wasn't huge by any means, but compared to the supermodel physiques of the two gym rats (Laura and Clem) and Sophie's mere pudginess, Jade's double-chin and love handles had earned her the title of being the fat one. It had never really bothered her - *someone* had to be the biggest of the four, and she had the confidence to flaunt her extra curves at every opportunity. But after breaking up with her boyfriend, she had decided that enough was enough, and it was time for a change.

And although she hadn't realised it at first, this left Sophie in a precarious position...

Jade's commitment to her new diet and exercise regimes meant that within weeks, she and Sophie were basically the same size. This would have been fine if not for the fact that Jade's diet meant she couldn't perform the duties expected of "the fat friend". Duties like finishing off the others' leftovers after a trip to their favourite restaurant... She wasn't going to fill herself up with those empty calories any more when she still had dozens of pounds of chub to shed. But nobody wanted to see that food go to waste either...

And so it ended up on Sophie's plate.

Maybe that wouldn't have been such a big deal, if not for all of the other consequences of Jade's change. She had always been Laura and Clem's ride when the four of them would meet up somewhere, but now that she wanted to walk to every meet-up, Sophie had to shoulder that burden instead. And just like that, she swapped a bunch of her usual walking with driving...

Between accepting seconds at most meals and walking a lot less than she used to, the damage to Sophie's waistline started to become apparent very quickly. For every pound that Jade managed to burn off, Sophie ended up sporting two more, and this only made it easier for her less active lifestyle to take root. Walking with so much extra jiggle left her sweaty and winded, so she ended up driving a lot more than she used to. When the four girls went to the gym together, Sophie couldn't even get close to the "playful competition" her friends always enjoyed on the cardio machines, so she ended up slowing her running into jogging, and eventually into walking. The only machine she had started using with more enthusiasm than she used to was the vending machine...

The needle on her scales kept creeping up, further and further, as the fullness of her figure became more apparent to her with each passing week. Jeans that had been loose and comfortable mere month ago were now struggling to fit over her thick, soft thighs and her fat ass; her favourite dresses now clung tightly to her midriff, emphasising the spare tire she was now sporting that jiggled with every step she took; and her bras barely fastened any more now that there was so much more boob flesh to cram into them every morning. Jade graciously donated her old wardrobe of "fat girl clothes" to Sophie after noticing how much her tops were riding up over her softening gut, but this just enabled Sophie's delusions and allowed her to deny that her weight was becoming a problem for a little while longer... Until even Jade's XL blouses were becoming a tight squeeze.

Whilst Sophie hadn't yet admitted she had a problem, it had become too much for her boyfriend. The breakup came as a complete shock to her and left her as an emotional wreck, but at least she had her friends to look after her as she came to grips with being single again. They were always there to share a bucket of ice-cream with as she cried onto their shoulders... well, "share" might be an exaggeration. Her friends were too nice to bring up her weight at such a fragile time for her, so there was nothing to stop her from eating her feels for the next couple of months.

Her weight continued to spiral, seemingly faster with each passing week. "Pudginess" had given way to "fat", and now she was bordering on "whale" territory. When she went out with her friends, they were constantly having to stop as she caught her breath, or wait for her to catch up to them with her painfully slow waddle, or denying her desperate requests to stop at a cafe so she can grab a couple of pastries. With her pig-like behaviour only becoming more ingrained with each day out they spent together, the three gym rats eventually stopped bothering to invite Sophie along. At that point, all she was good for was being the butt of her jokes as she lagged too far behind to hear the teasing they were smirking at.

Eventually, they stopped seeing her altogether, effectively forgetting all about their (now extremely) fat friend. And she forgot about them too, because her new boyfriend was more fun to hang out with anyway...

[Some time later]

The bed creaked alarmingly beneath her as Sophie struggled to sit up from her prone position. After four fruitless attempts left her wheezing and with perspiration beading on her forehead, she called to her boyfriend for help. She used to be embarrassed about how much her weight had started to reduce her mobility around the house, but her boyfriend had been really reassuring about how little it bothered him. In fact, he'd even said that he "liked it". Sophie wasn't really sure what he meant, but she assumed it was just his way of being nice.

He had a lot of ways of "being nice"...

As he entered their bedroom, he carried a tray of bacon and eggs with him. Once he'd help drag her into a sitting position in spite of the enormous mound of belly flesh obstructing her movements, he placed the tray down onto the shelf that her gut formed in her lap. Breakfast in bed every morning... Her ex had never been so thoughtful! He'd even added a side of extra-buttery toast - How did he know that she'd wake up so peckish?

As she sat there, shovelling her delicious, greasy breakfast down her throat with enthusiasm, he sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Or... tried to. One hand ended up nestled underneath her belly button, supporting the hefty gut above it, while the other grabbed onto one of her thick back rolls. He was always grabbing, squeezing and jiggling her rolls like this, and she had a *lot* of them to play with at this point. She didn't mind though, he could knock himself out - at least he wasn't grossed out by them like her ex had been. She just assumed it was his strange way of cuddling. It barely registered with her most of the time, she was too busy eating.

"Aw, is my greedy piggy enjoying her breakfast?" he asked, kissing her on the cheek (trying to avoid the layer of grease smeared across most of her cheeks and chins). She just smiled and rolled her eyes... He had all these teasing little nicknames for her, but they didn't bother her any more. After all, if she was a "greedy piggy", and he adored her... what did that make him? He's really just insulting himself, she thought, as another bite of sausage disappeared down her throat.

He also kept telling her that she deserved to be worshipped, given how much she resembled a fertility idol. She'd never bothered to look into what one of those looks like, but she thought maybe that was his way of saying that he wanted to get her pregnant someday. That day wasn't going to be any time soon though... Their sex was amazing, but all her doughy thigh flesh and the weight of her belly curtain meant it was difficult for him to reach her pussy with his cock. He never got upset at her over it though, which she was glad about. They just found other ways to cope, now that she was so much bigger... Anyway, he seemed to cum quicker from fucking her belly button than he had back when he'd fuck her normally. Lucky for him it just kept growing deeper and deeper...

When she'd finished her breakfast, her boyfriend took the tray away and helped haul her to her feet. It took three attempts this morning; he was a saint for not complaining, even though it leaves him so worn out, she thought to herself. She failed to notice the way his trousers tented as she stood there, with every juicy roll of cellulite and fold of flab on display for him to enjoy. He just gave her a playful smack on her very ample ass, and she headed out of the room to the living room, squeezing sideways through the doorway to avoid wedging her fat ass into the frame. Again.

By the time she dropped all 600lbs+ of lard gracelessly onto the couch, her boyfriend was already getting started on lunch for her. He never stopped looking out for her... Gosh she'd gotten lucky with him. He was such a sweetheart, and so non-judgemental about her size. Even after she stopped being able to find clothes her size, he'd been fine with letting her strut around the house naked. He was just so carefree like that.

She drifted off into a nap as the smell of cooking from the kitchen filled her nostrils and made her stomach growl again, despite having just finished breakfast.

She'd lost the battle with her chubbiness after all, but in the end, defeat tasted pretty sweet to her...

[sbantyo]

Ok, the idea is that none of the saja have tasted delicious human food in Centuries, so now they can't stop, especially abby

[theplotthiccens]

Scott Pilgrim vs Relationship Weight

I got the brain rot and so do you all now...

(Seriously though, scott pilgrim takes off is really good)

[facelesscel]

Prompto Noctis big butt competition 🤚 I know who’s winning

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[listentoace]

Oh honey, just look at yourself. You gained another pound, didn't you? I thought you said you were going to slow things down. You just wanted to have a little fun, enjoy that bit of pudge, and be done with it. But that was 15 pounds ago, am I right? You said you were going to stop, over and over again, but the weight just keeps piling on. You don't even give off the impression that you're even trying to slow things down. I can see you snacking all day long, enjoy some junk food here and there, and I don't know when I've last seen you drink water instead of soda. You go for seconds more and more often, sometimes even thirds, if you really like the food, and don't think I don't notice you unbuttoning those pants before dessert comes around.

Your hips are softening up, your muffin top is growing into a real belly, and even your arms are starting to strain against your sleeves. You can't tell me you don't notice how all your clothes feel tighter. In fact, when you're wearing something that used to be a bit tighter already, where your fat just flows out right now, you look hideous. Look... You know just as well what you said. Gain a bit, have some fun, lose the weight again. So far, you've only managed to do two of those things. But darling, it's fine. If you want to be a little fatty, just keep eating.

I like how your body is changing. Your boobs are getting bigger, and your ass is getting really wide and juicy. And the way your belly rubs up against me when we are in bed is both cute and really hot. You may also have noticed how I kept stocking up on your favorite snacks, knowing you'd find and eat them all. And, if I'm being completely honest, you look hotter than ever. You're turning into such a fat mess, such a beautiful, fattened piggy, that it would be a shame to stop now. I know you love this. The food, the indulgence, the fat growing on your body. Just embrace it and admit to yourself that you won't be stopping anytime soon. It's not like you'd want that anyways, right? You chose this. You know you want more ~

[wobblywhims]

Fat boyfriend antics

[wobblywhims]

I LOVE YOUR AA ART SO MUCHHH!!! there are not enough AA artists into this kink 😔 do you have any thoughts about fat Apollo? I adore him so much <3

TY!! I hard agree bc why is nobody drawing these fat ass lawyers dpmo. But yes I have many many thoughts about Apollo he’s really perfect for fattening up lol it’s just meant to be

[vvvvvhhhhhjjjjjjuuuuuuuu-deacti]

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Your girlfriend had never exactly been "skinny". She wasn't fat by any means (not when you two got together at least), but there was always a certain roundness to her that caught your eye from the beginning. It was just enough to make it clear that she wasn't someone who put in any time at the gym. She didn't have those firm edges and defined angles that muscle would have given her figure... She was too lazy to strive for that. She just wasn't all that motivated by food, so she never ate enough for her weight to really change.

That was before she moved in with you, though.

It wasn't intentional at first. She spent a lot of time at home, since she only worked part-time, and you had always kept your fridge and pantry stocked with a bunch your favourite snacks... which also turned out to be some of her favourite snacks. When she lived alone, she was too disorganised to keep her pantry properly stocked, so snacks were a luxury that diminished fast at her old place. Living with you meant they were always getting refreshed as soon as they started to run out, so she didn't have that natural limitation.

And it started to show.

It was slow enough that it took you both by surprise, but she was getting bigger. Every morning, you noticed how much longer it took her to get ready, even as she remained oblivious to how her routine was adapting. She fought to put on her panties every morning, stretching them to their limit as they were pulled over her rounder ass; she needed to suck in her belly as far as she could just to get her jeans to button up, and the strain they were under was she let her gut spill back out was clear even from where you would watch her; she would need to try on two or three tops before she found one that didn't leave the underside of her belly exposed. She blamed it on the fact you were making sure she drank more water now.

And you... agreed with her.

You knew that wasn't the truth. You always took out the garbage, and always saw the empty bags of chips and chocolate bar wrappers that you definitely knew hadn't been put there by you, but even though the fact she was plumping up from all that eating was obvious to you... You didn't want to reveal that to her.

Because then she'd probably stop eating so much. And then you wouldn't get to see her grow bigger.

You had never had a particularly strong preference about your girlfriend's size. Slim, thick, you loved her no matter what she weighed. But this was more than that. The way she was so oblivious to the way her body was changing, the way her clothes were straining to keep up, the fact that the snacks in your pantry were definitely disappearing faster than they had been when she first moved in... It was pushing all the right buttons for you. Sex had never been better, and she still hadn't noticed that you hands seemed to be spending a lot more time than usual groping her softer ass cheeks or squeezing the fat roll that was forming around her midsection.

So you kept your observations to yourself, and made sure to double your snack purchases to make sure she never ran out of them while she was watching TV or gaming at home while you were out at work. You even started leaving some in the living room sometimes, so that she could indulge her appetite without even needing to think about it. You'd get home in the evening to find her lying on the couch, finishing off her sixth bag of chips, her jeans unbuttoned to make room for the extra belly she was sporting... And then she'd ask what you wanted to do for dinner.

But you weren't fattening her up. You were just making it easier for her to do that to herself. It was all her decision, after all. As far as anyone could prove, you just hadn't noticed that you were buying boatloads of your girlfriend's favourite snacks and leaving them all around the house for her to mindlessly graze on all day long. Her eating habits just totally slipped by you...

That excuse didn't hold up so well when you started bleaching the tags on her clothes so that she wouldn't notice you replacing them with the next size up any time she started struggling to pick out an outfit that she could still fit her fat gut into. But still weren't technically forcing her to eat so much and never exercise any of those calories off. You were just... making sure her clothes stayed comfortable! And that she didn't get self-conscious about rapidly approaching the plus-sized range of clothes! Yeah, you were totally just being a good boyfriend.

You were always on her side when she would complain that your favourite restaurants were sneakily reducing their serving sizes. Of course that's what they're doing, babe! Why else would you still be hungry after your usual order? We'll get you a second dessert though, it's okay...

And you always reassured when she would ask you if you thought she looked a little different lately. You look as beautiful as you always have, babe. I'm sure your face just looks a little rounder because of the way you've been styling your hair lately. Don't be silly babe, you don't have a double-chin, it's just the lighting. Your thigh gap is still there sweetheart, don't worry, your belly just blocks your view of it.

You did so much to keep her spirits up when she got laid off from work, too! Bringing home take-out for her to cheer her up when you'd come home from work, telling her she could spend as long as she needed cooped up in the house, encouraging her interest in taking up baking to fill in her now-abundant free time...

You were just being a good boyfriend. It's not you fault she got so fat...

As you get back from work with the three twelve-inch pizzas she asked you to pick up on the way home though, and watch her struggle to rock herself onto her feet from her position seated on the couch, you do feel a tiny bit responsible for what she has become.

Maybe you did enable her NEET tendencies, just a bit. But she has such a big smile on her face as she waddles towards you in the doorway, licking her lips, so she can't be that bothered by the fact that she hasn't really left the house in the past month...

And maybe she wouldn't be so obese if you didn't make her heavy-cream milkshakes whenever she mentioned being in the mood for something sweet. But could the dozens of pounds of flab and blubber jiggling and bouncing on her frame with every step she took towards you definitely be blamed on those thousands of empty calories?

An argument could be made that telling her that she didn't have to keep wearing clothes around the house if she didn't want to didn't really help her waistline... But you stopped being able to find clothes in her size eventually, and she was going to notice her outfits tearing sooner or later if you didn't do something. You think her new au natural suits her really well, though! You love the fact that you don't have to wait until you get her into the bedroom to see the thick rolls of chub adorning her once-flat tummy, or the thick layers of cellulite coating her ass and thighs, or her pendulous tits that bounce against each other with every step she takes. It's not like she seems to mind the fact that it's so much easier for you to grope every fleshy inch of her, either.

As she reaches you and opens up the first pizza box, she stops for a second, her hand already halfway towards her first delicious slice. She looks at you, and when she catches her breath, she speaks:

"Babe... Do you think I'm getting fat?"

[gain-stuff-eat]

fuck, look at you. look what you've done to yourself. so greedy for more you couldn't help it. couldn't help but get fat and soft and heavy. indulge until your clothes didn't fit, then keep eating more. decadence looks good on you. being out of control, submissive to your desires to be bigger, shoveling in whatever tasty food you can get to make yourself fatter. stuff yourself, that's it. keep eating. feel yourself. you can't stop growing even if you wanted to

[mousewife-stash]

uhhhh okay this is a little outside my intended stated scope for this blog but i've had a complete bug up my ass about this idea for the past several days and listen...wg is arguably a type of tf right. the type you can do at home (i have)

scenario 10-ish years out from the events of p4 and souji, still loving his beef bowls but no longer aided by a teen boy metabolism, gets fat 🥴 he and yosuke run into each other again at some kind of class reunion after several years of being "off" in some kind of on-again-off-again thing. souji is completely un- self conscious, yosuke is much more comfortably Out at this point in his life but still has every kind of internalized toxic gay -ism about other men's bodies because Of Course, until this completely breaks his narrow brain open for the second time in his life. lmfao.

also featuring my Literally-Visited-Upon-Me-Prophet-Like-In-A-Dream headcanon where yosuke has the world's most cringefail ill-advised short-lived crash and burn fling with Dr. Takuto Maruki and YES i WILL in fact be elaborating further upon this whether anyone wants me to or not

[softer-rounder-larger-heavier]

Something I love in a feedee is the loss of willpower to resist. Increasing portion sizes, eating more and more and moving less starts with feelings of doubt but as they grow they become less inclined to worry about it. Any attempts to slow down are quickly abandoned because their gurgling stomach is accustomed to gorging constantly and now they just can’t stop eating themselves fatter. Just letting it happen as they sit surrounded by empty take out boxes and wrappers with their gut creeping closer and closer to the edge of the couch as they mindlessly watch whatever’s on tv, no longer even purposefully gaining just unable to fight against this lifestyle they’ve become so accustomed to. Maybe no longer being able to get up would be a wake-up call, but in reality they’d probably just get a feeder to take care of everything for them so they never have to again.