what is the dream weight gain scenario for you? it could be solo, with a partner, over a long period of time or a one off event.
My ultimate fantasy is having my partner become completely obsessed with wanting me to fatten her up. And her begging me to see how big I can make her in the next 3 months.
She's at her smallest, with her lean hourglass figure and flat, firm tummy. She weighs and measures herself, whining about how small she is, practically drooling at the thought of watching the numbers creep higher. And then she asks me to feed her as much as she can take.
I dote on her 24/7. I cook her delicious meals and surround her with delectable snacks of every type. She eats them all, eagerly and greedily, making sure to always leave her plate empty. She learns to stuff herself to the brim, stretching and growing her stomach, making sure that every day she can fit just a little bit more than before.
She becomes addicted to growing even more. She asks me to stock up on heavy cream and begs me to feed it to her. She pleads for me to tilt the carton to her lips and leave it there until she's swallowed every drop. She wines and hiccups, moaning as I rub her overfilled belly. She asks if I can feel how taut her stomach is, how much she's filled it for me. She asks if she's been a good girl for eating like such a good piggy.
I don't notice the changes, at least at first. She wakes each morning with her tummy round and bulging, still full from the previous days' meals, only to immediately begin filling it once again. But soon enough they start to show.
Her hips begin to widen. Her thighs grow thicker. Her chest starts to overfill her bras. A crease forms at her waist, the first inkling of a newly-formed roll. But slowly, her firm, round belly begins to soften. I begin to feel a plush, supple layer of fat under my fingertips. Her stomach begins to bounce and jiggle with every move. Thick love handles begin to bulge from overtop her outgrown underwear. She grows quickly, until the truth can no longer be denied. She's gotten chubby.
She gains 10 pounds in the first week, and 7 pounds the next. By the end of the first month she's already pushing 150 pounds.
She can no longer button her pants, so she abandons them completely. I watch her strut around in her overstretched underwear, shirts riding up her rounded belly, continuing to snack in absolute bliss. She pinches and squeezes her newfound fat, jiggling her tummy proudly as if to tease me. She tells me the sight of her chubby body only makes her more turned on, and that only makes her want to eat more.
By now the deadline no longer matters. She has become hopelessly addicted to making herself fatter. She never wants this bliss to end. And as I watch her grow bigger and bigger, in endless ecstasy with each added pound, I realize I couldn't imagine anything better than this.
Exactly what happened to me but I ended up pregnant on top of that 🥲 my poor belly
