#askafu

[kafu-iko]

Please prove me wrong I’m getting the feeling we’re headed towards kyosato bromance. Wayama’s said she’s worried the ending won’t be accepted by fans and this is one way I could see upsetting fans. I would honestly prefer they go their separate ways than be best bros forever and being with different people.

i've been seeing similar reactions floating around re: that quote, and honestly i think the problem is that people are reading her reply through the lens of engaging with commercial BL, where it's assumed the "only" possible endings are getting/staying together or breaking up. but famiresu is explicitly, not that. it's a slice of life about the connections people make and learning to find your own happiness. it's not "just" a will-they-or-won't-they.

what i mean to say is, everyone put the BL tropes down and believe!!! smile!!! have some whimsy!!!

like, it's completely possible that she means they will get together, and she's just worried that people might react negatively to it :] (another possibility is that it won't be as like. explicit as some people might hope, but that loops back into people treating the manga as commercial BL when it isn't advertised as such, which is a whole other can of worms.)

i genuinely believe that with how the story has been progressing, everything is pointing to them staying in each other's lives and acknowledging their mutual feelings. remember, wayama also said that she's thinking about satomi's happiness, and the latest chapters show that satomi's happiness means kyouji staying alive and being by his side. the message fami has been building up to is that happiness (and love) cannot be defined only by what society thinks. i don't think wayama is suddenly going to ignore the series' whole thesis and go "okay and to be happy satomi is going to end up with someone else years from now." satomi wants that grown ass yakuza BAD and we all just have to accept it. and the thing with how wayama writes for fami is that everything is set up chapters in advance, and all the characters are connected to each other. it's highly unlikely for her to suddenly drop in like new romantic interests for either of them when we only have like. 2 or so chapters to go!

not to be that kind of fan but as someone who was there at the height of Satomi Suffering Because Of His Feelings (chapters 12-14), the recent chapters have felt like a weight off my shoulders!!! satomi has acknowledged his feelings for what they are, and kyouji's gotten okada off their backs, who is kinda like society's judgment personified. things are only going up from here!!!

and of course... this cover.

"always by your side, forever." is just so romantic and self-assured about it. satomi's smiling in front of kyouji. kyouji's in casual clothes, and not in his yakuza suit (which the manga has associated with kyouji being closed-off and refusing to face his and satomi's feelings.)

i am grabbing everyone by the shoulders and shaking yall when i say this. it's going to be okay. love will prevail. believe in love.

[allfattenedup]

What as it like at first? To be that handsome skinny boy and start deliberately stuffing yourself? I mean im sure you were in heavy denial there’s no doubt about that but denial only gets you so far and there’s no way you just lived in ignorance as you grew your own jiggly tits and ballooned up this big so really my question piggy is what did it feel like when you ACTUALLY noticed you put on weight, when other people noticed. What did it feel like when this kink went from a shameful secret for only you to your normal everyday life. What did it feel like to be young and handsome and intentionally make yourself a bloated fat guy

It wasn’t really that I was in denial. I guess I was in a few ways, but not about what I was doing to myself. It was all very intentional and I was extremely aware of every change my body went through. But I guess there was denial about how far I was really taking this, how serious this was getting, how non-temporary it really was. But no it wasn’t even really denial, that still doesn’t feel like the right word. I was just completely swept away. It’s like I was so drunk on the pleasure, the shame, the surreal experience, that I let myself do things I never thought I actually would. Kind of like you do in a dream. If things feel surreal enough you can convince yourself there are no real consequences, if that's what it takes to keep getting those hits of pleasure which override every other need, even the need to experience reality as you know it to be. I'm aware this is getting very cerebral 😂 I've never been able to truly capture this experience in the exact right words but that won't stop me from trying. I guess what I'm trying to say is that the mind will do crazy things to enable a great enough need. Finally acting on a lifelong fantasy, I knew what would happen if I thought about it too hard, so I kept myself in that intoxicated hazy whirlwind. I lied to myself - blatant, obvious lies like ‘yeah but you’re not actually doing this, not really’. I had this safety-net idea in my mind where I clung to the thought I could lose the weight. Even when I literally couldn't imagine stopping, it was still 'technically' reversible, which was all the permission I needed to play in the quicksand. But it still wasn't really denial because I knew I was lying to myself, and the purpose that served. I was willing to be complicit in it for the payoff of this insane mind melting fantasy finally coming to life. I spent a lot of time balanced intentionally in a precarious mental space where I had to be just aware enough to experience it all but never quite aware enough to stop myself.

So all that to say what it actually felt like was a bit warped. A bit dulled in places, heightened in others. The best word I can find is surreal. The only changes I'd ever experienced were small - haircuts, building or losing a bit of muscle, getting a little taller - so to have my entire body change all over, to look nothing like myself and have my own body feel nothing like my own body, felt nothing short of actual magic. Dark magic. I hated it but I loved it. I was embarrassed but I wanted it. I couldn't stand the idea of people seeing me like this but I desperately wanted to be seen like this. I couldn't understand the intense push and pull that all this was rooted in (I honestly still don't entirely), but it felt so bad and so good and like a nightmare and like a dream. I've never been a 'got fat tee hee' type gainer. This has always been and will always be incredibly intense for me

[allfattenedup]

Almost all of the videos and images you are posting are clearly made with AI. Unrealistic angles, lighting, awkward motion--a million different reasons. Why are you acting like it is you?????????? You wanna get your rocks off, fine, but lying for attention is just kind of unhinged.

Hahahhahhahhaha 😂😂

“Lying for attention is unhinged” says the person telling a lie for attention. Next time just say you have no idea what AI looks like and jog on.

Anyway, if I was gonna use AI in my posts, I'd make myself a lot fatter than this. Unfortunately there's nothing 'unrealistic' about my gain, and I've been posting since "AI art" was nothing better than indecipherable smears. Your message is embarrassing, no wonder you asked it on anon.

[allfattenedup]

A thrilling part of turning yourself into this big, fat, fatty that doesn't get brought up that much is time.

How long has it been since you lifted anything heavier than a food-laden fork? Since you ran any distance? Since you jumped? Touched your toes?

It's been a while, huh?

See, you still see yourself as a fit guy that made yourself fat. Something you can tell yourself is only temporary when you decide to finally lose the weight. Someone who definitely still remembers what a proper workout routine looks like.

But by now, you've been fat for

So.

Long.

And that's not something you can just change. How much of your adult life were you effortlessly fit? How much of your adulthood has been spent squeezing into too tight gym clothes and drinking hundreds of extra calories every day? Only one of those numbers is still going up, big guy.

Do you even remember the proper form, technique? Do you remember how many calories you're actually supposed to be eating every day - do you remember how to each only that amount of calories every day?

And it's not just you. By this point, you've probably met so many people who only know you as a chub whose belly enters a room before they do. And I'll guess that by now, a lot of your friends and family who knew what you used to be have given up on trying to get you to lose the weight. Why waste their time, right? And that's only if they haven't let time mess with them - Maybe he wasn't as slim as I remember - after all, he's so big...

All that to say - enjoy your time as a big boy, because the longer you spend fat, the less likely that'll ever change.

Tick, Tock, big guy

Oh god this really hit so many nerves 😳 I feel so called out, especially the part about me feeling like the fit guy who made myself fat. I do still very much feel like the guy in my before photos, just wearing a massive fat body. I do often still feel “newly fat” - partly because I love the thrill of being freshly transformed and so I hold onto that feeling, and partly because I’m comparing the few years I’ve spent fat to all the time before. But you’re right, at this point I’ve been fat for a long time. Calling it a “few” years is pushing it. And I have no plans to bank any more fit years. But you’re wrong about a few things - I do remember my workout routines, I do remember how many calories I’m supposed to eat. Do I remember how I actually managed that? No, that part’s true… but I kinda like that. Remembering what it’s like to effortlessly run for miles and what I used to do in the gym really informs the embarrassment. I know exactly what I can no longer do, exactly what capabilities I’ve fattened myself out of.

[allfattenedup]

I only just found your blog for myself the other day, along with your OF, and good lord... good fucking lord 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Your surrender to gluttony is equal parts inspirational and utterly shocking... I get a huge thrill watching as your ludicrously thick fat spills out from every angle, captured so well with your impressive camera work and editing...

The way you write about your descent into intense greed, and your skyrocketing into sheer pleasure, is masterful as well, as are your stories...

Something about you makes it feel like you're not just a fat guy - you are the literal physical embodiment of fat itself, and everything the word implies 🥵

Keep up the good work 😘

This is soooo hot, thank you wow 🥵🥵 I have nothing to add, this is perfect. 🐷 I can only hope to keep embodying fat and pleasure. It feels like a real calling at times, especially when I hear things like this ❤️🐷🥵

[allfattenedup]

I think you've definitely answered this before, but do you think that you'll ever actually ~want~ to lose the weight? Like, even if you hit a size you're comfortable stopping at, or some health complication makes gaining impossible, do you think there will ever be a point where you genuinely desire to be smaller again and start losing weight? To try and go back to your starting weight? Or is the very idea completely foreign to you now?

It's a complicated relationship with weight gain that I have, and it makes it sort of difficult to answer this question. The answer technically is yes, I will want to lose the weight. Because I exist in a near-constant state of wanting to lose the weight and simultaneously wanting to gain more and more and more. Continuing to put on weight against my constant dismay at the state of my body is a huge part of what makes this so hot to me. That conflict is fundamental to my kink. If I woke up tomorrow and somehow by magic I had my old lean body back, honestly I'd probably be like 'oh thank god'. I'd spend a few days absolutely delighted, until the delicious tempting thoughts of fattening started back up and I'd have the time of my life blowing up all over again - half hating it, half desperate for more. It's really difficult to explain without it sounding negative or like an unhappy relationship with weight gain but I promise this is the most exhilarating thing I've ever gone through.

[allfattenedup]

Where are you going on your little fat boy walk? What are you wearing? (Not the specific location obviously, but set the scene for us.)

Fat boy walk is a hot way to put it 🥵 I’m going to the post office to pick up a parcel but I’m walking around a bit first. Everything’s bouncing and my clothes are too tight 😫🥵😫🥵

It was actually a funny moment getting ready to leave, I had the reverse of that experience where you’ve gained weight and don’t want it to show. My bed at home is covered in discarded trousers that I tried on but they weren’t tight enough 😂 I mean they were tight, of course, but they weren’t tight enough 😈 so I’ve settled on these pants that are tapered around my ankles and they always embarrassed me because as I started gaining weight in a pear shape they made me look even more bottom heavy. The waistband is very tight now and it’s causing a deliciously mortifying spill. 🥵😮‍💨 I’ve made sure to pull my whole belly out over my waistband and let it settle nicely over the front. And then a Tshirt- soft, stretchy, thin fabric, TIGHT. Not so small that it’ll ride up but clingy enough that it’s cupped tight around my belly and cradling the hang, pulling as I bounce 😫😫😫 it’s hard to know if people are just registering ‘yeah, fat guy’ and barely noticing me, or if I really am as lewd and obscene as I feel, but I hope it’s the latter 🥵🥵

The thing about being fit for so long before this is that my walking pace is still quite fast. I guess its really ingrained now because I haven’t slowed down much at all from all the weight I’ve put on, I just struggle and get out of breath trying to keep up my natural pace that I’m too fat for now. Walking slower would be easier on my body but it’s weirdly uncomfortable trying to artificially walk slower than I’m used to. Plus, it makes everything jiggle 😵‍💫🥵😩

[allfattenedup]

A long time ago I sent you an ask about how you inspired me to start gaining. I went all in. I’ve gained over a hundred pounds and I’m addicted. I can’t go to sleep until I’m bursting at the seams. All my friends stare at me when we go out and I order the biggest meal and then get a dessert. If only they knew I stop for takeout on the way home. You’re an inspiration.

This is so hot 🥵 You're in so deep now, I know what that's like. Nothing matters now but growing a fatter body, even if it's embarrassing, even if it shocks people. I hope you're enjoying your new life as a fat pig, cause there's no way back. 🥵🐷