Mixin' drinks and changin' weights~ @saisweetrambles - Tumblr Blog

Welcome in~!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Hi everyone! You can call me Saiban/Sai, and this is my first attempt at running an RP blog centered around weight gain. I've been a lurker on feedism tumblr for years now who has always had an interest in writing, and I'm finally acting on that interest at the insistence of a friend! I'll have links to more info below, but figured I'd do an introduction here too.

I've been on tumblr for a very long time (longer than I'd like to admit lmao) and have gone through multiple blogs, but this is my first time trying to actually run a blog with any kind of structure to it. I will try my best to keep up with it, but I do work pretty often (and I love my job), so please be patient with me!

As for the actual contents of this blog- I am theming it around the bar in Va-11 Hall-A! All of my muses are either employees or regulars there, though they'd love to buy you a drink~ Forgive me if I am a bit inconsistent with theming at times though!

I am generally very open to meeting new people, so please don't be afraid to reach out and DM me! I might be a bit slow to respond, but I promise I don't bite at all. I have a metric fuck ton of interests too and LOVE to yap/listen to others yap, and I'd really love to make new friends here!

I'm a pretty lax person so I don't have many strict rules, and the ones that I do are more for vibes than anything. However, the one thing I am very strict on- DO NOT interact with this blog in any way if you are a minor. And I mean in ANY way. Don't like or reblog my posts, don't send in asks, and don't even think about ever DM'ing me. If you are a minor, I want absolutely nothing to do with you. If you somehow stumbled upon this page and read this, I hope that I have made that fact abundantly clear. Please don't abuse or take advantage of my trust, and just stay away if you know you should not be here.

And that's about it! Check out my Rules post, my About Me/Kinks post to get a feel for who's running the blog, and of course my Muses post to see who's currently at the bar~!

I'm looking forward to playing with you all~

#nsfw roleplay #wg rp #fat rp #pinned post #landing page #directory: pinned post

@pentuplesized

I'm sorry she said what on an ASMR stream

To be fair it was an ASMR degradation stream, so it wasn't like she just said it out of nowhere while playing a game or something (timestamped below)

Hi, thank you for finding my content! I am Stronny Cuttles, a hypnotic Scottish cuttlefish! I hope you enjoyed what you're watching and plea

the stream was also partially anon submissions, but I'm pretty sure she also just said some of these off the dome herself, this being one of them. Regardless, on twitter she's been open about being into feedism before so I'm sure she was into it either way– at least enough to say it in the first place lol

#replies #pentuplesized #nsfw asmr #wg audio #kinda?

I'm not someone who is usually super into Vtubers beyond just the random cute clips that appear in my feed from time to time

But I do find it funny that the only ones I have ever shown increased interest in are the ones that just play into feedism-bait from time to time (or are just straight up openly into feedism) =w=

Crelly and Layna are the obvious ones I think of, but Stronny Cuttles is a fave of mine too..... aside from her accent being super cute, she's also openly SUPER kinky and has talked about having a feedism kink before, which has bled over into streams (and tweets, mostly tweets) as well. Hearing an ASMR stream where she mentions fattening the viewer up in her Scottish accent absolutely scrambled my brains–

#mun speaks #idle (horny) thoughts #rambles

smorepi

What, are you just gonna ignore Crelly? She wants you to EAT.

#art reblog #wg art #Crelly challenge doing permanent damage to my brain

den-of-remi

It’s Remilia, bwah.

I got ultra-nuked.

So uh, please reblog to help me find my friends again.

Thanks choomfs.

Sai is a doggy, Yomi is a kitty, and I’m the rat

A match made in heaven~

it's always cute when you see unlikely friendships between different pets, and what should be a "predator/prey" dynamic ends up just being a cutesy bond instead! So I wholeheartedly agree.

It's even cuter when all three are tubby, pampered, and overfed though~ I wonder which of us three is going to be the primary enabler for the other two.... my money's on Yomi. I feel like a pampered housecat is the most likely to be the lazy one between those three, after all....

#Sai #asks #massivemedicalmishaps #cute group scenario....

gluttonygirls

Actually-

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"Mmmmmgghh..."

You stir from your bed of pillows and finery as the light breaks through the slats in your window. It's daytime, and you can feel the warmth on your cheek begging you to wake. Blearily opening your eyes, you yawn. You lean forward, trying to sit up, but are swiftly reminded that you can't do so easily anymore. Not when your fat gut pushes you back down.

When you had joined the Flowing Flower sect, you had thought it was an incredible opportunity. So few people could become cultivators, the chance to learn martial arts was something you never thought would happen to you. Whisked from your village to their mountainside temple, you thought you'd have the chance to be a legendary warrior, a hero spoken of in legend.

Then they'd fed you.

A heavy, enormous meal that you'd been made to devour in front of the entire sect. Everyone had been watching, people peeking in from the corridors as you were sat at a dining table.

At first you'd just assumed it was friendliness, a show of respect for a new disciple, but then they had put another dish in front of you.

"Another."

You'd eaten that one as well, you had been pretty hungry on the carriage ride over.

"Another."

Leaning back, you'd try to say you were full... only to be met by a hostile gaze that had you pick your spoon back up.

"Another."

It hurt by the time you were done, so painfully stuffed with food that your robes had grown tight around your waist. You arched your back, holding your stomach, trying to ease the tension in it even slightly.

Then you had been led to your room, a lavish pavilion that was all yours.

Once you were in there, they'd locked the door, and left the key with them.

As the weeks went on, it became obvious that you weren't actually a real disciple. Maybe one of the sect leaders had a perverse fetish, maybe they were making an example of what excess could do to a woman. Whatever the case, you were dragged out of your room only to be fed, fattened, and made larger and larger.

"Gah...haaaaah..."

And that led you back to this moment, trying to get out of bed as you wobbled and shook. Your silk, soft robes might have been elegant on a woman an sixth your weight, but instead they just clung to the massive rolls of your belly and the chunky heft of your legs. Wobbling and shaking as you strained to lean forward, you felt your feet finally reach the floor. Whining, swinging your arms, you sat up.

Standing up, your belly slapped against your knees, the thin, trim middle you'd had in your village months ago buried in an apron of lard. Your wide, doughy hips rippled as you took a step forward, their shaking trying to drag you back to the earth. Sagging, fat bloated arms did their best to help keep you balanced as you held them out at an angle.

Glancing at the full length mirror in the corner, you tugged up your robe, a little proud.

At least your chest had blown up with the rest of you.

Panting, huffing, you could see a plate of dumplings, rice, and sea bass had been left out for you in ridiculous portions, as well as enough candy to make you sick. You knew that if you didn't eat it all, some handmaiden would come in to force feed you, and they were never, ever gentle.

Instead, you just thumped your fat ass down onto two chairs, and started to eat.