hi i am fang and i am an extreme case of the phenomenon known as "tummy autism". i am also a prolific fat liberationist and mediocre write-things-down-er. you may know me from my main, @fatyaoi where i am bad at posting art
EXTREMELY happily married to and sickly in love with the worlds most amazing wolfman @smorgasgored (●´□`)💕❤️💕
dumping grounds of all my kink thoughts/hcs, usually revolving around favorite characters of mine. please feel free to send me asks regarding said thoughts, hcs, and characters- i love an excuse to word vomit. (i don't do x reader stuff, my bad officer)
please consult my strawpage for full kink & character list, or below the cut for a more mobile and screen reader friendly experience! the tl;dr is i like feedism, stuffing, spoiling, extreme hunger, and hesitant weevil. and stupid pathetic idiot guys in glasses.
-"food addiction"* and extreme appetite/hunger *(food addiction is not a real thing. please be on the same page as me. its just hot for playtime :^) <3)
-messy, frantic eating/disheveled appearance due to said frantic eating
-hiccuping/burping (in context of eating/fullness)
-hard vore (cannibalism & blood drinking Good)
-teasing (nice, non-fatphobic teasing if about fat- mean if otherwise)
-pet play & kemonomimi
will happily post:
-light & extreme bondage
-rubber/latex
-mild descriptions of sexual acts paired with kink (just not on their own)
things associated with the above that i do not post:
-soft, safe, & micro vore
-disposal/scat/gas
-most slob (nothing more than cute messy eating/food stains/sweat, as mentioned above)
-inflation
-gregnancy
-just straight up sex
-any fatphobia/fatphobia play of any kind. anything that implies being fat is anything other than wonderful and cute is not welcome here. while i will never police how other fat people participate in this kink and you are welcome to do it elsewhere so far as you are fully read up on your fat liberation; this is a Hard limit of mine. if you attempt to interact with me or my blog in this way, i will block you.
if it's not mentioned here or not related, you can probably assume i don't care about it. feel free to ask me about something but do not expect me to have much to say about like, i don't know, lamp tf. if you send something in i don't care for, i'll just draw you a picture of whatever character you mentioned as a bug. if you don't mention a character, you're getting wesker as a bug, ok? ok. i can draw you a bug.
favorite characters: (sorry i'm trying to keep things from showing up in tags)
resi - meowbert whiskers (my #1 of all time) (NOT RE4MAKE. DIE.), chris, birkin, leon, heisenberg, the duke, i'm probably forgetting somebody...
mtl - charles, nathan, charles again. charles. charles.
Doting feeder that isn't even necessarily trying all that hard to make you fat but ends up making you enormous anyway because they can't help but keep you well fed and making sure you never want for anything
wakes up in the middle of the night with the most intense urge to make a dogboy's belly so fat he can barely reach his bowl on all fours; that huge beanbag of puppyfat he calls a gut hanging so low it spills to the floor and keeps his poor little snout from reaching his kibble~ whistling and patting the bed for him to come crawl up with me, letting him roll over on his back with his tail wagging, tongue lolling and maw wide open to be handfed his dinner 💕 good puppies are fat puppies~ 🍔🐶
when he says it's cute that i'm a totally feederbrained fat-obsessed pervert, hopelessly addicted to overfeeding him into the fattest housepet physically possible >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
i ❤️ mutual weight gain. i ❤️ mutual feeding. i ❤️ big fat men charming smaller men into happily glutting themselves twice their size. i ❤️ fatter mentors encouraging and enabling their gain-hungry partners. i ❤️ stuffing dates where both parties end up moaning and short of breath, snuggled up on the couch post takeout binge. i ❤️ when a cute, round chef feeds their partner fat and happy on all their favorite treats. i ❤️ playful gaining races, pinching each other's side rolls and remarking what strong competition they have. i ❤️ when fat people love each other, and themselves ❤️💕❤️
lovely friend of mine who does not go to resi absolutely blew my shit apart suggesting wesker and the duke getting sexay. the duke would put him in his place and he'd get so so so mad about it. he is so used to everyone being intimidated by him and either reacting with blind aggression or pathetic submission that when this towering, gorgeous man from bumfuck nowhere talks down to him like a child he ceases to function. when his Epic God Genius™️ aura fails to "win" him the encounter, his cartoonishly smug and annoying attitude gets him Laughed At. nearly blows a gasket when the duke leans down and takes him by the chin with one of his massive, ringed hands and tips his face up to force his gaze. mr. whiskers is in that carriage being thoroughly charmed over an appropriately fattening dinner less than an hour later.
Cannot stop thinking abt feedee Wesker with a supportive s/o hhhhhh
Feels like I’m brain is rotting out of my skull atp <\3 there’s a criminal lack of writing about fat Wesker
he'd be absolutely hopeless, any semblance of moderation would be out the window. once his guard is down and he gets caught horking down a tastykake with that dopey look on his face, it's all over. fresh doughnuts in the morning, takeout and big gulps at lunch; and how could you forget the third helpings of dinner followed by a lavish, sickly sweet dessert. it'd be a miracle if he didn't completely outgrow his work shirt by the end of the month. he'd be too embarrassed to acknowledge the soft fat piling onto his love handles, but completely unable to help himself from accepting every little morsel put in front of him.
how could anyone help themselves from enabling his appetite? what a delicious secret, that albert wesker, the epitome of perfectly calculated, groomed, and disciplined- purred like a fat little kittycat when he ate. that when he does, a flush creeps up his neck and across his cheeks. patchy and warm, kissing his ears with such ferocity they nearly glow. that when he feels assured he is alone, he does not eat, he scarfs, and with the stomach capacity of a cement truck.
and so, when this facade is finally cracked, it breaks like a dam. ice cream portions starting at a half gallon tub, a dozen doughnuts in one sitting, innocent taste tests turning into the annihilation of an entire bowl of batter. if he can fit it in his mouth, he'll eat it- and eat it until there's nothing left. i can't imagine you'd be stupid enough to think the discomfort of overeating to be a deterrent; far from it. greedy little kitty gorges himself purely for the love of the game. he's simply enamored with every sensation of eating, and the overfull bloat satisfies him nearly as much as the fat and sugar on his tongue does.
boy, does it not spare his waistline. that svelte figure does not grace him naturally. each individual cookie and chocolate nearly fattens him before your very eyes. it gathers healthily on his lower stomach and hips, to say nothing of the way his face fills out almost immediately. the chubby cheeks and adorable lard collar of a neck suit him far better than he would've ever expected. he stores his fat almost entirely subcutaneously, leaving each new inch of him butter soft. harsh angles smooth into pillowy curves; the softness that lay inside him, previously hidden and undisturbed, now physically manifested for all to see.
while he wishes he could say he hates it, he simply cannot. it feels so, so good. it feels good to eat with joyous abandon, fill himself with warm delicacies and revel in the way they coat his mouth and tame his stomach. he loves the tug on his waist when he attempts to buckle his belt, the resistance against his middle when he tries slipping into a turtleneck. it's warm, and soft, and homey- and christ, is it hot. he had always known something about the idea of bigger, more, was appealing to him in a way nothing else ever was. dark glasses hiding the flicker in his eyes whenever words like "fattening", "engorged", even the innocuous "belly" arose in conversation; leaving him with an intense feeling he could not logic out.
and now the eating, the feeding, the growing- it overrides every other instinct and sensibility. why shouldn't it, when there was now a little voice over his shoulder constantly telling him to eat. and eat. and Eat. always plying him with candies and chips he hadn't even realized he was longing for. filling his empty plate back up before his fork clinks against ceramic. eliciting the world's most pathetic mewls by slipping a hand beneath his shirt and rubbing gentle, but firm circles into his sensitive belly. lovingly groping his growing fatpad and jiggling apron, whispering to him how gorgeous all of this thick, supple fat looked on him. how much more he surely needed- more of his dinner, more of his dessert, more snacks, more cake, more meals, more portions, and most importantly, more fat. it was only right there should be so much more wesker to spoil, fatten, and adore.
How about you be my good fat puppy tonight? The kind of pretty pet that wags their fat butt while I funnel feed them. I know not everyone wants their belly and fupa to get an extra fat roll from excess treats, but I think you would look the best 100 pounds bigger. Just think about how good you will feel being a big pooch that's pampered and overfed every night. You get to wear a pretty collar that hugs your fat neck, and you get belly rubs after your clicker training. I bet you would enjoy being my fluffy puppy. You don't have to think or worry about hiding your big belly from me. You can just lie around while I pet you and feed you your treats. Of course, you are going to get large eating like that and barely moving, but you get to be the cutest house pet for me. I will make sure to bring back grease-covered fast food bags for you after work. You even get chin scratches when you reach a new weight limit. I would show you off around the neighborhood as my new domesticated pet that got into all the treats. Your thick arms and plump legs are going to be hard to ignore. Your big fat belly is going to steal the show, though. How about this weekend? I feed you till you almost burst, and you bark for me like a good pet asking for more, more?
cute puppyboys who get so excited about treats every time they're brought out that they drool all over themselves, regardless of how many treats they've been presented with. cute puppyboys desperately struggling to wobble off the couch to get the milk bone you're waving at them- despite the fact that it'll round their daily calorie count up up to quintuple digits before noon. cute puppyboys getting bathed and brushed and spoiled lavishly like the pretty show dog they are, just to lay in bed all day, mindless tv on, stuffing another pawful of sweets in their faces the minute their greedy bellies make just a little more room. cute puppyboys. thats the post.
can't sleep. need the people to know it is imperative that you fatten boys up until they're pushing 500lbs and then take them out to eat every day and tell everyone that will listen that you're ordering him extra because he is "too skinny" and you Have to be sincere in this belief and you Have to pinch his tummyfat lovingly and coo each time he cleans his plate and i cannot stress this enough- you Need to keep ordering him dessert until you think he genuinely might faint. because he is too skinny.
glad to see we are on the same page. please remember that if your fatboy is having any doubts, remind him that it's good for boys to be a little chubby, and you know he'll look so handsome when he finally has a little meat on his frame. which is why he needs to start working on his next plate of cookies, because he is Far from tubby yet. rub that lap-filling belly until his eyes are bleary and half-lidded, and he has that cute dopey satisfied look on his face. this way he can just enjoy his milk without worrying about how much heavy cream it's cut with. and please, make sure you fill his plate back up before he finishes so he loses track of how many batches he's demolished. follow for more fatboy husbandry tips
can't sleep. need the people to know it is imperative that you fatten boys up until they're pushing 500lbs and then take them out to eat every day and tell everyone that will listen that you're ordering him extra because he is "too skinny" and you Have to be sincere in this belief and you Have to pinch his tummyfat lovingly and coo each time he cleans his plate and i cannot stress this enough- you Need to keep ordering him dessert until you think he genuinely might faint. because he is too skinny.
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