belly yuri supremacy forever

fattening up anime girls since 2013

[septusuki]

Good apocalyptic morning everyone! I'm not new to Tumblr, but this account definitely is; I decided it was time to make a proper account for my fatposting, so I summoned this from the ether.

Generally, depending on how the timeline goes, I'll be satisfied posting shorts and scraps here - or just migrating my normal talks, too. These'll be about the things I'm into, like feederism, weight gain, and maybe a bit of inflation when I'm in the mood for it. I'll happily take prompts in my askbox, I might even do some RP in my messages. I primarily like to write for fandoms (D4DJ, Revue, PJSekai, etc.), and whilst I have tons of OCs I'm not too confident writing for them.

Either way, I look forward to whatever Tummyblr has for me. You can find me on DA, AO3 and my strawpage.

For the record; 27 | Any Pronouns (alternate every fifth pronoun) | UK | Looking for the obese office lady/spy/idol of my dreams

[coffeeequake]

I really didnt expect it to shoot off of me that time

[septusuki]

They were just stairs — weren't they? Just a few inches apart each, lifting out of the dim stupor of Starry's dungeon-like embrace. They were just stairs, but right now a certain girl was looking at them like they were a series of utterly insurmountable hurdles. Like a dozen or so infinitely muscled bouncers, all glowering down at Gotoh Hitori as she dared to even imagine herself climbing them.

"Unff…" Hitori squeaked, looking up the flight with a dour expression as she wondered how she was going to ascend them — at her size, no less. She'd just about managed it down, bouncing a little against either wall as she bumbled down the thoroughly abused staircase. Her belly had barely fit between the handrails, squeezed torturously with every little millimeter she managed. Going up, though, would be all but impossible. "Manager-san," she began, turning to face Nijika Seika with more apologies than any single girl ought to be capable of. "Do you have an elevator?"

Seika's eyes angled back at her, so sharp that they might've just burst the balloon of Bocchi's belly if they glared any harder. "Huh?" With a sigh, the woman sat back and tried to vent her poor misgivings. "No. No elevator. You see one?"

Bocchi moped for a moment. Without an elevator, how was she supposed to heave her fat ass up the stairs? "But…"

"You can check the toilets if you want, but I don't think you'll find one." Seika chuckled to herself, letting herself wonder if Bocchi's girthy body would manage to fit through the WC's rather slim doorway.

Bocchi gulped, shying away from Seika and forcing herself to at least look once more upon the stairs. If her luck was to be trusted, even if there was an elevator, she'd probably end up breaking it. Two-hundred or more kilos of sweaty, smelly tracksuited guitarist. She'd break it, or render it too disgusting to ever be used again.

It looked like Bocchi was about to speak, but Seika gladly took the chance first. "You want an energy drink?" She teased, offering Bocchi nought but a little huff of schadenfreude from her nostrils.

"I-I can manage it!" Bocchi puffed out all at once, steeled by little more than the little jabs Seika was jostling at her waistline. Maybe, though, that energy drink could come in handy. "Just one at a time." Swallowing, Bocchi approached the staircase.

Seika simply remained sat, praying that Bocchi swollen body wasn't about to break some part of her venue. Would the stairs trip her up, and send down a boulder-shaped girl to destroy just about everything? Bocchi was so big that she could easily turn the drinks counter to rubble, at the very least.

"One at a time, Hitori-chan!" Another voice entered the conversation, at that. Cheery, and jingling with a distinctly angelic cadence. Kita Ikuyo seemed to slip out from the shadows, appearing behind Bocchi's boxy buttcheeks with her ever-sparkling eyes on full glow. "Do you want to me to hold you hand?"

Bocchi yelped. She would've jumped, if she wasn't already too tired to do much more than stand there and wheeze. "K-Kita-chan?" She squeaked, her head turning about in the meat of her triple-chin to look at her far slimmer friend.

"Mhm!" Kita glimmered, sliding in close against Bocchi's back. "I can help you up the steps!" She smiled, trying to wrap her arms as far around the girl's girth as she could possibly manage. She didn't get especially far.

Biting her lip as Kita embraced her, Bocchi's mind catastrophised to a whole new level — what if she collapsed on the stairs, and turned Kita to jam beneath her fat body? "N-No!" She peeped, turning to face Kita's glowing aura with her own pudgy, pallid cheeks. "You should go first…" Kita had to survive, at the very least, and tell the world of Bocchi's struggle.

Kita gasped, her aura depreciating by a fraction as she tried to get inside of Bocchi's morbidly obese mind. "No way! Of course I want to help!" She insisted, shoving herself now against her friend's truly massive body. Bocchi's blobby chest and barrel-like belly buffeted against Kita's flatness, nearly engulfing Kita's work-apron with her own apron — of fat. "I wouldn't mind getting squashed!" Kita giggled nonetheless, patting the flanks of Bocchi's juge gut.

Bocchi paled, as if she could lose any more of her already-scoured complexion. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I squashed you, Kita-chan…" Forcing herself to come clean, Bocchi pictured herself as the sole defendant in the case of Kita's murder — her murder, and subsequent paste-ification. She'd be defending herself against a jar of red-coloured jam.

Kita just laughed, as if she'd seen the image conjured in the back of the fatty's mind. "Well," with a wink, she slowly let her hands roam down, to the pad of meat hanging out of the bottom of Bocchi's XXXL tracksuit — the biggest size she could find. "It's ki-iinda my fault that you're this fat, isn't it?" She teased, rubbing the naked flesh she found there. "So if you squashed me, it'd be self-defense, or something!" She laughed, patting Bocchi's belly like she was proud of that huge, squidgy mass.

"Self-defense?" Bocchi squeaked out, looking down to her fat body. Looking down, at least, to the meat of her F-cup breasts. She couldn't see much beyond those horrendous, debauched boobs. "Mh…" With nothing but a little meep to keep up with Kita's pace, Bocchi moped at the horrendous size of her stomach. She couldn't see it, but she could certainly feel the thing — throbbing with heat, as Kita's finely manicured fingernails roamed across it.

Kita's face came in closer and closer, buffeted away only by Bocchi's breast-size. "And if you did squash me," she giggled, not-so-discreetly comparing her own width to the utter mass she was trying to cuddle. "I might just enjoy it~" How Kita wished she could pull down the zipper of Bocchi's tracksuit, and just help herself to all of the meat she'd so carefully architected. Instead, she just kept herself in line and patted the girl on the belly, her cheeks puffing up with blushes as she did.

[septusuki]

The floor of the washroom was barely visible, thanks to a wall of fleshy, fat belly-meat blocking it all out. Two girls who could only be called lardasses, or even landwhales, somehow managed to fit into the room, their overfed bellies smacking together as they wriggled for space. Even a normally sized girl would struggle to fit in their with them; the two blimps had all but monopolized the space for their own inflated ends.

The first girl, thankfully thinner than her horrendously obese counterpart, stood proudly atop the bathroom's scales. "Renka-sama," Aizawa Kazuha puffed out her chest as she spoke, apparently not caring too much about how her girlfriend's weight was most definitely affecting the number. "Please, read the scales for me." She smirked a touch, rubbing as much of the flesh beneath her boobs as she could reach.

Iijima Renka couldn't help but blush. Even as the larger of the two — spanning past an entire quarter-ton, for her count — she felt small before Kazuha. "Read it?" She mumbled, giving her prideful partner a worried look. "How the hell am I supposed to…" She gulped, just barely able to look down past her own chest to see the sweaty smack of their bellies. Even with all the extra blubber inside of Renka, Kazuha's chest was easily double hers. It was enough to make Renka tremble with envy.

"I certainly won't be able to." Kazuha preened, patting her flanks as the scales beneath her fat feet tried to compute the weight of the horrendous mass heaving down upon it. "Just move our stomachs out of the way, and you ought to be fine." Offering Renka a smile for good luck, Kazuha held back something inside of her as she bridled for her girlfriend's hand to assault her belly rolls.

Renka rolled her eyes. "I guess." She huffed, then leant down to begin burling through the bulging belly-fat swathing out from either girl's waist. "Just read out the number…" She sighed, her plump cheeks smushing against sweaty meat and huffing chest-fat as she lowered. How much further would it be, before she could see the scale's readout? Both of them weighed more than two-hundred kilos, after all.

Kazuha watched Renka go, diving into her tummy's dough. "Don't squeeze too much…" She blushed, feeling her lover's fat fingers probing her pudgy gut. and her plentiful belly-hang.

Scowling a touch, Renka swallowed as she forced her face past Kazuha's stinking navel-pit. "Ugh…!" Finally able to see the readout, she blanched as she tried to comprehend it all. Kazuha — her girlfriend — was this fat, now. Kazuha was this fat, and Renka was a good fifty kilos heavier. "Kazuha, you sure about this?"

"Of course!" Kazuha glittered, if only with the sheen of her own sweat. "Have I reached my weight target yet?" Her eyes filled with the gloss of expectancy, patting her belly once more as she tightened up with tension.

Renka shook her head. "Nope, but you're damn close." Rubbing her own belly, as if to apologise to her own fat mass, Renka dutifully read out the number. "Two-hundred and forty three…"

Kazuha yelped, as she groped however much of her body as she could reach. "R-Really?" Actually blushing as the realization reached her cheeks, Kazuha tippled about on the spot. "I-I'm so close!"

Hardly able to heave her huge body out from below Kazuha's belly, Renka's brow crossed. "…Close to what, exactly?" She smirked as she muttered, watching Kazuha's tremendous thighs pinch together. "Geez." With a groan of effort, Renka pushed herself to stand, her own fat body coming to smush against Kazuha's with a splap of effort. She was about to say something, when Kazuha spoke up again.

Weighing her fat arm's blubber-choked biceps in either palm, Kazuha just panted with pleasure. "That's five kilos in one day… I'll be at my weight target by next week!" She smiled shakily, sifting a hand under her sweat-soaked pyjamas so that she could grope at her underboob, next.

Renka wasn't just confused, anymore — she was concerned. "And… You're excited about that?" She watched Kazuha molest herself with a brow raised. "The same girl who'd tell me off for eating too many sweets…" Remembering back, to before the gaining Lily program obliterated the both of their waistlines, Renka laughed. She'd gotten rather plump herself once or twice, owing to her ceaseless appetite for sugar. She'd gotten chubby, and Kazuha had chewed her out for it.

"Nhh…" Now though, Kazuha looked like an entirely different woman. Redness surged up to the meet the dappling of sweat dribbling down her face. "I'm gigantic, aren't I, Renka-sama?" She wheezed, letting her head set back into the meat-rolls of her collar with a puff of hot air.

"Sure." Renka's only reply was something exhausted by Kazuha's intensity. "Seriously though," her tone changed as she spoke, reaching forwards to poke some of the fat filling the washroom. It could've been Kazuha's fat, or Renka's. Either way, it was plump and soft. Either way, it was the shameless meat of a super-sized Lily, fattened up on GEHENA's specially-made diets. "When did you get so proud of all this… Fat?"

At this, Kazuha looked up with something of a puppy-dog's expression. "Proud of it?" She spluttered, as though struggling to recall when she'd been so slim that she could fit through tiny gaps between fallen bricks, and shimmy about through wrecked cityscapes. Now, she struggled to waddle through Herensuge's cafeteria, always with a dozen donuts nearby. "Well," she blushed again, this time seething with embarassment at it all. "We're all so big, now. Even Fuuka." She gulped, picturing the one-ton lineup of her lardass-legion. Chikaru, Yoh, herself and Renka — all massive beyond massive. "I thought," trying to reach and squeeze some of Renka's fat, Kazuha moaned as her hands found themselves once more groping her own body. "I-I thought I shouldn't fight it, anymore…"

Renka chuckled with disbelief. "So," she stared Kazuha down, grabbing her hand and pulling it onto her own belly. There had been a time when Kazuha would've told the whole legion, or even the whole school off, for getting so fat. Now, that same Kazuha would have a tough time just disciplining herself. "How the mighty fall, huh?"

[septusuki]

I'm sorry, acerby. You were just the test run. Fortunately, you were also a very good, very successful and cute test run. Thanks to you, Micolulu is perfect.

My beautiful bratty bat wife...

She also may or may not have stolen acerby's gun.

[the-jellyfish-graves]

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[RP] I tease you for listening to my voice and maybe stalking my blog.

[fancifulbellies]

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[evieowl3]

Eat it All and Still Want More

Fandom: If That's Love, Break It

Pairing: Kurumi/Naoi

Rating: Explicit | Weight gain, Burping, bad smells

"Still haven't accepted it, huh?"

Kurumi ignored Naoi. She just adjusted her paunch so she was comfortable. Her eyes shut before she could see the fat slosh out as she shoved it back under her waistband.

Squeezing it under her skirt was supposed to make it less visible. In practice she now had two layers of protruding gut instead of one.

"How fat you've gotten?"

Both masses rippled as one when Naoi playfully prodded her girlfriend's lower gut. Kurumi wheezed. Naoi chuckled then took a sip of soda. Straw already shoved through before they'd even sat down. The wrapper laid discarded on the floor.

Noisily slurping, she watched as Kurumi awkwardly seated herself at a booth. A third faction of belly was established as she the table dug into her. Leftover ketchup from the last customers stained her shirt. She cursed under her breath.

Naoi looked unimpressed. Kurumi struggling to simply fit at a table and swearing would have individually been a laugh riot at some point but she'd grown desensitized. Kurumi faced this kind of humiliation from the simple act of getting dressed.

Apathy went both ways. Kurumi didn't even have the energy to remark on how much more violently the table shook and jostled as Naoi plopped down her fat ass. Even Naoi letting out an unrestrained burp wasn't comment worthy. Neither was the way her gratuitously oversized tits floppped around, misshapen and formless like any other fat roll on her barely clothed body.

It wasn't like Naoi made an effort to wear anything more concealing than shorts and an old ripped tee shirt, so there was no use in lambasting her appearance. Furthermore if Kurumi said anything negative, Naoi would just ask why she was looking in those areas. The 340 pound girl couldn't hide why she was constantly eying her 833 pound girlfriend.

All of this had become routine. Right down to the restaurant where their bodies settled into like glaciers. Even the booth where they'd sneak a peak at each other's bodies while waiting for their meals.

"Your food..."

Their server had to pretend she didn't know them. The two had blobbed up so fast, they were hard to recognize. Neither Kurumi or Kokoro wanted any of the other staff remarking on the drastic change so they stayed anonymous. The waitress tried to appear friendly like usual but today, she was fighting hard not to tear up.

Kurumi had assured her she was okay with this. "Okay," was underselling it. But if Kokoro knew how much Kurumi enjoyed this, she would have surely tried to put a stop to this. As they were now, she forced herself to stay silent as her friend gorged herself.

"Thanks." Kurumi replied, trying not to look at Kokoro.

Naoi just dug straight in. Enough fried fish to supposedly feed an army would barely satiate one girl.

"A-and one other thing." Kokoro said. Naoi didn't stop. Kurumi forced herself to make eye contact and watched her expression waver. "I've been asked to tell you two to knock it off or we'll have to ask you to leave."

"Knock what off?" Kurumi asked.

"BWUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRPP!"

Naoi cackled as Kokoro frantically pinched her nostrils.

"Not our damn fault the AC can't handle two college girls pigging out. Right, Kurumi?"

"Err- I," Her face was so red it stung. As if suddenly gaining self awareness, Kurumi realized that the world wasn't simply her, Naoi and whatever slop was in front of them. Each belch she let out, and shaking of the floor could be smelt and heard by everyone else around. "I'm sorr- URRRRRPPPPPP!"

A kick from Naoi to the stomach unleashed a noxious wave of gas. It also released some of that tummy flab from its clothing prison.

With Kokoro collapsed, and coughing on the floor, Kurumi wasn't sure what to do. Especially not when Kokoro caught her breath and it started to deepen. Her thighs rubbed together. Denying Kurumi a chance to see what her hand was doing down there, she used the other to haul herself up. She grabbed the side of the table closer to her friend.

Her face wrinkled at first but once Kurumi's stink overpowered Naoi's, she seemed fine. "I'll say you can't control it." Kokoro stated.

"What?"

"This much is ridiculous but you shouldn't be tossed out for it." Kokoro squeezed her friend's hand and clearly couldn't believe how doughy it had gotten. Even Kurumi couldn't. "E-Enjoy your meal!"

"Wait a sec!"

Kokoro glared at Naoi. Forced to confront that this gaseous, oversized vulture was what stole her friend. The giant mound of lard's lips smacked as she ate.

She was already a third done her meal, but even so, with another table-shaking burp, she demanded, "Add another plate to my order."

[septusuki]

She'd outdone herself. More than that; Victoria Qi looked positively impeccable. The Qi household only had one butler serving them, but she somehow always managed to go above and beyond. Just to find clothes that fit someone at Victoria's size was something more than anyone could fathom — to find a set that looked this good teetered over into utter ridiculousness.

"I think," standing above her girlfriend with an expression of pure smugness, Victoria stewed in her overcooked pleasure. She steamed away inside of her slightly tight teal dress, the tummy-sized belt buckled about her inflated midriff. "I think this is my favorite flavour, Selene."

Watching her girlfriend take another mouthful of donut, Selene Yan grinned as the girl's tummy approached the chin of her crooned back head. "Really?" Selene smirked as she felt that immense softness finally squish up against it. She could barely see Victoria's face past her fatty chest, Selene's whole world instead absorbed by the stretched-tight looseness of the executive's dress.

Licking her lips as she swallowed down an entire gobbet of premium donut-matter, Victoria preened as she felt the taste dance about in her well-experienced mouth. "Mhh," she moaned, licking her lips as the donut perched atop her left hand's plump ring finger was bit into once more. "Absholutely!" With a smile, Victoria patted her fat belly once the donut had finally been obliterated by her lardy chops.

Selene just swallowed. "Greedy…" She mouthed the word; for someone to have a favorite treat was tantamount to absolute gluttony. Since Victoria's paycheck had doubled, tripled and then leapt into the heavens, the two girls had been ever eager to truly begin the hunt for Victoria's genuine opinions. And of course, her favorite snacks and treats were two of the most important parts of that. "So greedy." Selene's hands slowly came down to pat against Victoria's ever-tightening dress. The girl was beautiful always, but this piece was turning her into something heavenly.

Giggling as she felt Selene's fingertips fiddle about with her fat belly, Victoria licked her lips once more before leaning forwards to properly look at her girlfriend. "Of course, the taste is delicious." Rubbing her flank, Victoria slowed her breathing as a deep blush overtook her. "But what I really love about them," finally, the girl heaved with pleasure. "Is what they do to you…"

As if Victoria's words were some sort of signal, Selene felt it all happen suddenly. "Mmh!" She gasped. The belly that'd just been walked into her chin was now being pressed against her whole neck. "M-Me too, Victoria…!" Sending her hands down to cradle Victoria's expanding belly, Selene snuggled her cheek against the burgeoning belly she was already cuddling.

"Nhh…!" Victoria sobbed, dropping the bag of donuts in her fat right hand to the floor as she lost her mind. "It — Uff — It makes me b-bigger every time, doesn't it?" She whined, feeling her belly bloat atop her heavyset hips.

"Absolutely!" Selene just panted, letting her tongue loll out a touch.

Closing her eyes, Victoria pinched her jaw as she felt her dress fill the open spots in her belt's embroidered front. Her tummy pushed everything further and further out, until she looked like a barely-contained berry of meat. "C-Can I," Victoria wheezed, barely able to reach the front of her tummy, anymore. "Sit down?"

Selene jerked to attention, patting the spot next to her.

"I'm…" Barely able to smile, Victoria waddled her titanic body onto the bedside, sitting down with a gigantic FLUMPH, and almost tossing Selene into the sky. "I'm t-too big to stand…" Blushing furiously, Victoria's porky legs parted to let her belly hang down between them.

The massive, swelling thing besides her was beckoning out to Selene's fingers. Touch me. Please. With every second, a soft noise of digestion — and bloating — came from Victoria's belly; so cute that they might paralyze a lesser woman. Selene, however, certainly wasn't anything lesser than Victoria Qi's lover. "You'll be fine!" Selene nodded her head, and then set herself upon the rotundness of Victoria's body. Whether it was her chest, her belly or her well-built butt, Selene busied herself with groping it.

Biting her lip as Selene examined her all over, Victoria tried to ignore the tiny rips she could hear from above her hips. "I'm so indecent, aren't I?" The girl keened as she eclipsed everything in the room, besides the queen-sized bed she was seated atop. As the two girls had probed the planet for Victoria's actual tastes and preferences, they'd stumbled almost by accident upon the executive's fantasies — most of which involved her, at the size of a blimp.

Selene sat back for a moment. "Indecent?" She cocked her head, daring to inquire.

"Indecent." Victoria just repeated herself, her own hands globetrotting across her globular belly. "I'm supposed to be the head of the Qi family…" With something of a self-pitying laugh, Victoria held back her moaning as another tear came from her dress' suffering fabrics. "I-Instead, I'm just a l-lardass."

Selene didn't have any words. Did Victoria want her to agree with her? She could rarely tell. "I mean," instead, Selene just edged out a hesitant word. "You're a bit large."

Victoria moaned, her mouth filling with arousal and saliva.

This, above all, was something Selene could hearken to. Yes, Victoria wanted this. "E-Executive Qi," she began slowly again, still rubbing the gently gurgling gut between her hands. "Executive Qi, you're a bit of a blimp, aren't you?"

Whining now, Victoria slowly nodded her head. She didn't dare say a word.

"Fatso. Landwhale. Piggy." Selene listed off 'insults' like she'd just been given the go-ahead of her life. "Blob. Cow. Fatass." Gulping as she just about managed the last word, Selene sat back and watched her words work their magic upon Executive Qi.

"Ha-Aahnn!" Victoria cried out, her legs pinching together and squeezing the generous hang of her tummy. "I…" She moaned, finally managing more than a single syllable. "I'm t-too fat! Too greedy, a-a-and too big!" She sobbed, her hands lifting as her belly swelled one final time. With legitimate tears in her eyes, Victoria's obese body slopped back onto the rest of the bed. She cooked in the leftovers of her dress, one hand covering her eyes as if she couldn't bear the shame of it all, anymore.

Selene just sat there, as still as stone. Executive Qi was an angel, yes — but she could be a bit of a freak, too.

[septusuki]

COOLCERBY. I flew too close to the sun on this one; the full option parts assemblage makes acerby too fat to pose. She fell apart a LOT. However. If you just use one at a time (like the legs for example) it works really well.

Acerby doesn’t know how to feel about these upgrades. Unfortunately, she doesn’t get a choice in the matter.

[septusuki]

I'm never satisfied. INCREASE LEGGY.

wether acerby wants it or not. Its ok. She'll get some cute cat ears to make up for it.

[ginger-ly]

My happy place ✨

ft @thegwengordon

[juxtaposedpunk]

First Elster of 2026

[septusuki]

Im gonna do things you can't even imagine to you vro.

[septusuki]

CUTECERBY. Really good model. Deceptively simple and easy build. Incredible posability. Can't wait to hook her up with her own action base soon and get some proper poses done. I knew I was right to pick type E.

Acerby who ate too much.

[septusuki]

What Fandom would satisfy your wanting to write for idols? I don't know a lot so I wanna ask.

Read idolxidol. Then maybe you might begin to understand.

[septusuki]

question for the awesome person running this blog :3

who are your favourite characters to see/write as fat?

septusuki reading list:

revue starlight. but not the cool seisho girls only the girls noone west of china has heard of.

my ocs that you have to learn about via conceptual osmosis. the more i write about them the more development theyll get.

hop on love curse yurimaniacs. i love all the girls except eleanor shes not my type.

random and very specific pokegirls. you have to be fully tapped into the septuverse for this one.

i recently made my acerby and i love her now so i would happily write about her (or any of the other 30ms).

kinda wanna write about really niche yuri iike ninkoro or hoeru tame or genkai ol or maybe even idol sex idol.

pretty much if its really niche i want to hop on it

[acerby]

if you think about it a slime girl could live inside a doll girl’s hollowed insides.