#bugg txt.

[bugg-b0y]

I’m such a sucker for instant gratification. Imagine being able to just take a pill and be 100lbs (or more) bigger. I definitely don’t have the impulse control not to pop a pill the second it’s in my hand and I can def tell a lot of y’all would be the same way.

You could be getting ready for bed and taking all your meds like you’re supposed to. It would just be one extra pill. Getting all cozy in bed and feeling your clothes get a little tighter. The elastic on your pants can only stretch so far until you start to hear the threads popping - your shirt would start to creep up your growing belly until it’s barely passable as a crop top. Feeling yourself sink a little heavier into the mattress. Not able to sleep because there’s so much you to explore.

Or taking it first thing in the morning and seeing how far into your typical routine you can get being the extra fat becomes a hindrance. Brushing your teeth and noticing your arms jiggle more with each movement - they definitely weren’t that heavy earlier. Only just managing to get into your work clothes but by the time you have your keys in hand you’ve bursted out of them. You can’t go in like that it’s obscene.

I think the hottest scenario would be taking one while on a date with your feeder. Taking the pill right as the food is brought out (maybe without their knowledge). Each bite instantly becomes more fat on your frame. You slid into the booth with no issue but by the end of appetizers your belly is pressing into the table. When the entrees are brought out your waiter can’t even hide his shock at how fast you’ve blow up. Heavy gut spilling out of your nice date shirt. The button of your pants has long been lost and your thighs are pushing through the ripped seams of your pants. By dessert you’ve become a spectacle. Other patrons stop their conversations to watch you blimp up. The table is cutting in a bit too much so you shift and wiggle your new massive belly until you can plop it right on the table. You act as if nothing is happening, this is all normal - just a romantic date with your partner - all while knowing that they’re seconds away from waddling you into a bathroom stall to get an up closer look.

[bugg-b0y]

It’s not even my body anymore—he’s the one in control, and he loves watching me get bigger. Every meal, every snack, it’s like he’s daring me to grow more for him. I used to think I had a limit, but now? I’m just along for the ride, helpless as he pushes me further. The way he looks at me when I can barely fit into my clothes anymore, belly spilling over my waistband, is everything. He knows exactly what he’s doing, making me eat more and more, encouraging me to take that extra bite even when I’m stuffed beyond belief. I feel myself getting heavier every day, my body softening under his control, and I love it. It’s like he’s claimed me—he feeds me until I’m bloated, full, completely his. I can barely stop myself now, and he knows it. The way he grabs at my belly, teasing me about how much bigger I’ve gotten, only makes me want to grow more for him. Every pound I put on is for him, every indulgent meal is because he wants it. I can’t help it. My body’s not mine anymore; it’s his, growing, expanding, all because he wants me to be fat for him. He wants me bigger, and I can’t say no. I’m his, and my body is growing exactly how he wants—fatter, rounder, more under his control with every bite.

[bugg-b0y]

There’s something so idk intoxicating about the feeling of your body growing, isn’t there? The quiet thrill of watching the numbers on the scale climb higher, of knowing that every extra pound is filling you out, making you softer, heavier. Every indulgent meal, every extra bite becomes a part of you—your belly pushing a little further, your thighs spreading just a bit more as you sit. Clothes fitting tighter, stretching across your body in ways they never used to. That snug sensation when you try to button jeans that once had room to spare, or like the way your shirt rides up just enough to expose a soft, growing sliver of your belly. It’s that moment of realization: Yes, I’ve gotten bigger—and the quiet satisfaction that comes with it. The softness. The way your hands sink into your own skin when you touch your sides, the way your belly jiggles when you move. It’s like your body is becoming its own comfort, a cushion of warmth that wraps around you more with every passing week. You start to notice how good it feels to give in, to let go of control, to enjoy every bite without hesitation, knowing it's making you even softer, even heavier. And let’s not forget the way it feels to be seen like this—to catch that lingering glance from someone who notices just how full your curves have become. The slight smirk when they realize you’ve grown. There’s power in that, in like owning your size, in reveling in every inch of extra softness that clings to your body. It's not just the food—it’s the feeling of surrender, of knowing you’re letting go, giving in to something primal, something indulgent. Each pound is a reminder of the joy of excess, of living without restraint. And like the best part? There’s always more room to grow

[bugg-b0y]

Rapid weight gain date part 2:

Your body isn’t used to the sudden influx in weight so getting to the bathrooms is an ordeal. Your feeder holds your hand to guide as you try and squeeze past the other tables. You feel huge. Your belly slaps against your thighs in a way that’s completely new for you.

The waitstaff stand by anxiously, hoping your feeder is going to take care of your wardrobe malfunction. There’s no protocol in place on how to handle a guest who’s exploded out of their clothes in just one meal.

Your feeder pushes you into a bathroom stall, it’s a tight squeeze and can feel how turned on they are pressed against your belly. Their hands groping and jiggling each added inch to your body - reaching under your overhanging belly to get a better idea of just how big you’ve gotten. You whine, needing to sit down - your body isn’t used to the weight yet. You feel their hands trail up your neck - now replaced by a pudgy double chin. Fingers gently prodding against chubby cheeks until they come to rest against your mouth. You open up instinctively - lapping at their fingers.

Before you can even register it, you’re swallowing another pill. Placed into your mouth with loving hands. The weight piles on even faster - probably should have read the warning label about not taking more than one. You moan, feeling your hips and ass brush the walls of the bathroom stall. God it’s hell on your knees, they shake from the effort of holding up your lard filled body.

Thankfully one of you has an ounce of foresight and your feeder pulls you out of the stall before you can get stuck in it. Every heavy step you take is accompanied by a wave of jiggling fat. Your clothes are in shreds. Gentle hands help you get the remaining scraps off you and god what a relief.

They guide you to the mirror - you rest yourself against the sink to relieve some of the strain on your back and knees. You take the moment to catch your breath. You feel your feeder’s hands on your chins, drawing your head up until you’re face to face with your reflection.

Holy fuck. You can hardly recognize yourself - your face, which had already been a bit chubby, is almost cherubic. Fattened cheeks push your lips into a permanent pout. The exertion from hauling your new body leaves you flushed and you think that the redness makes your cheeks look even cuter. Your double chin is now a collar on fat around your neck - it feels like ownership in the best kind of way. Your chest sags heavily on your belly but in a way that makes it unclear what gender you are. It’s euphoric.

You stare at your reflection, taking in each and every change. Relishing in your new body.

Your feeder puts their arms around you, resting their chin on your softened shoulder. Caressing every part of you they can reach. They lean in, pressing their smaller frame against yours.

“I think we have one more pill at home.”

[bugg-b0y]

It’s the way getting off by myself isn’t even that satisfying if I’m not at least a little stuffed…like 4000+ cal in my gut just so I can cum 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[bugg-b0y]

Had (very) briefly considered losing weight only to end up gaining 10+lbs and goddamn that did something to me 😮‍💨 literally came 4 times yesterday thinking about getting even bigger

[bugg-b0y]

Non kink related personal post under cut

Just found out my awful ex has an 18 yo bf and listen it’s like whatever ig like they’re both adults what I can’t fucking get over is how my ex made a public post basically saying that I was a creep for dating an 18 yo as someone who was “almost 20” IM 17 MONTHS OLDED THAN HIM!! Like almost 20 mother fucker you mean 19?????