(I do not know the artist and it is not me I found this on Pinterest)
Thinking about chubby Bucky in this outfit except his hip dips are just obscenely bulging out bc he’s too bottom heavy and the body suit just can’t contain it
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I can't function now, thank you.
The way he'd bulge. 😩
Oh my god!!
That soft, soft fat just exposed like that, all buttery and indulgent and stretch-marked. 🥵🥵 Steve would want to pinch and grab it so badly. Steve would want to bite it, to suck on it, and ultimately use his teeth to rip through Bucky's uniform until his entire belly spills out - BWOOMPH. Round as a yoga ball, before just barely held in by the compression material of that uniform top and now left to hang out. How did he ever fit all that in there? 😵💫
Ignore this if it’s too odd but I just found your account and your works are incredible and exactly what I was looking for. I feel like stucky is dying in general so to see kinky stucky blogs makes me happy. I’ve been thinking a lot about genderfluid Bucky and the serum. And for like a month I swear I’ve just been thinking about Buckys serum being not the same as Steve’s. Where Steve’s acts like a testosterone booster Buckys does the opposite. And I’ve just been thinking about Steve and Bucky being obsessed with each others chests. One more like estrogen boobs (Bucky) the other being big beefy body builder pecs(Steve) idek if this was a prompt request or just rambling but hiii
Aw! Thank you very much! ❤️
And I agree on both fronts, yes!! I always need more stucky and more dumpster filth whether it's the belly kinks that this blog focuses on or any other. I want to be like Opera, hahaha - You get a kink! You get a kink!
Hi ❤️
Your rambles are so good!
The more boobs the better, lol. I would melt into the floor to see Bucky boobily jiggle his way down the stairs, I already melt into my chair every time I see him anyway -
Add a little fluff on top of that in his chest and hips especially and I'm out 😩😩😵💫
So kind of a weird way to make a post and say something heavy that happened in my life.
To my followers who follow me for this type of content, and have followed me for years, i’m sad to say and express my father’s passing as of yesterday, Nov 28 2025. He was a great father, and we were very close. All year My siblings and I have been doing what we could to help give him a better quality of life.
It’s been a long hard year, and I’m sad we can’t celebrate christmas together in the flesh, nor were we able to celebrate Thanksgiving with him awake instead of sleeping. I know though, that he’ll always be a part of our lives, and I’m a person who believes in afterlife. I know he’ll never truly be gone. It’s just weird now that I’m never gonna be able to go over his house, every two weeks on the weekends like we have been. It’s just another new beginning and the end of another chapter.
If you’ve read this far, thanks for giving a crap/lh. Heh. I’ve never wanted to live more than I do now. My family is helping me be strong. My friends are too. Online and offline.
I guess I just wanted to say where I’ve been. It’s been a long year, it’s been tough. He really didn’t want to stay. I don’t think he wanted to be a burden, even though we never saw him as one. But now I don’t have to worry about his health anymore. I know he’ll be with me even when i’m making and drawing weird shit.
Thanks for everyone who still hangs around to see my original stuff, and to the new people, well I just really love bellies and that’s why i created this tumblr in the first place.
I hope this stuffed Bucky parody can spread smiles, warmth, comfort or even if you don’t like it, i’m still glad you still accept me for just being myself.
I have a new job now, and I already know what I want to go back to school for. I get to create and get paid for other stuff. I’m still trying to help out my family too because it’s all just teamwork.
That’s all for now. Thank you.
Ps. Credits to the original artist in the top left. I found it on pinterest on my feed lol. Just wanted to goon and let goon ☮️❤️
omg @ ur recent posts and reblogs… tboy, puppy hybrid bucky (or just wearing ears and a lil tail plug), with a collar/dog tags he outgrows as he gets fatter… what was once around his neck eventually barely fits around his fat wrist 🤭 he would be soooo eager to please his “owner,” steve. eats until it hurts and he feels sick, but loves how good it feels and how proud steve gets. will happily fatten himself up to be unrecognizably fat for him, steve gets so hard for his soft fat and he loves how good pretty and round he looks. he just wants to be SO good!!!
omggg I love him so much you don't understand, he would be so adorable
with a collar/dog tags he outgrows as he gets fatter… what was once around his neck eventually barely fits around his fat wrist 🤭
ahh 😳🫣 you get me! another thing I've been thinking about are belts or waist beads (for something more easily breakable, but also worn more permanently) imagine Bucky goes from his jeans falling down over his slim hips to breaking a belt after a big meal 😩
jeez yeah that would be a big gain, he's just the goodest pup but so so hungry, don't some dogs/labs specifically have a gene deactivated that makes them hungrier? Bucky would definitely have that haha
I'm just gonna put plumpybread's dogboy here for some visuals :D
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
Maybe Steve finds Bucky rifling through his trash and instead of shooing him away he takes Bucky in.
There are no tags on him. Steve can tell he used to be chubbier, silvery stretch marks around his belly button and littering his sides. Now his belly looks deflated, still a bit of pudge but mostly loose skin. His ribs stick out when he twists around.
He's already hunching down, prepared to run if Steve decides to raise his voice, but Steve strikes up a conversation instead. Maybe he invites Bucky in. No one should have to eat out of the trash when Steve could offer them a meal instead.
I don't think he'd be like a passionate chef, but he knows a few meals well enough to whip up on short notice. Ohh, I know this super basic roti recipe that's basically just two parts flour, one part water, bit of salt, bit of oil and it's so easy and quick.
Maybe Steve makes something like that. Fresh out of the pan, they're still hot. With some extra oil and garlic they're enough to fill Bucky's belly for now. Steve decides then that they're going to go grocery shopping first thing in the morning. For now he pulls an old summer camp shirt and sweatpants from the closet to give to Bucky. Steve helps him tie them around his waist so they don't slip over his hip bones slightly sticking out on either side of his now full and slightly round belly.
Of course, it doesn't take long for Bucky to regain any weight he lost. Maybe Steve didn't even intend on keeping him, but how could he say "no"? Those sweatpants stay up now without being tied. In fact Bucky has taken over more of Steve's closet. As a dog hybrid smell is important to him and he just loves smelling like his owner.
Ooh, imagine the first time Bucky brings up tags or a collar. To Steve it maybe seems demeaning, Bucky insists "but I want it" and when Bucky wants something he gets it.
Steve finds himself frequently playing with the tags around Bucky's neck. One side with Bucky's name, the back with Steve's and his contact info.
His cooking skill improves, as well as how many recipes he knows. He never thought he'd enjoy cooking this much, but when he knows that every bite will end up in Bucky's growing belly? Yeah, it's a great motivator.
Like most pups Bucky loves belly rubs, especially when he's so full and bloated that the only comfortable position is on his back with his belly sticking up. Every tiny movement makes him feel like he'll be sick any second, but it doesn't even pass his mind to eat less.
The food tastes good. Why should he stop?
Seeing his owner blush every time his belly peeks out under bigger and bigger shirts is an added bonus.
One little damper is put on his new luxury life when his tags get more and more irritating. They're becoming more and more trapped beneath a thick double chin, even on the back of his neck he can feel the irritation. One night Bucky keeps rubbing his skin until Steve finally checks and sees the red, irritated spots.
It takes another hour to convince Bucky to let Steve take off the tags. "But I'm yours," Bucky cries. Steve tries his best to reassure him, the only thing that convinces him is Steve's promise that he can keep wearing his tags as a bracelet.
As bad as Steve feels for his pup, he can't keep his eyes from tracing every wobbling roll as Bucky whines and pouts. Actually getting the tags off involves climbing on Bucky's shrinking lap and reaching all the way around to get to the little clasp at the back. It brings his crotch right in line with the widest part of Bucky's heavy belly. It's so easy to let himself grind against the soft fat.
Steve can stop himself from narrating his thoughts, "I can't believe you've gotten so fat under my care. So massive, you're outgrowing your tags. Just means it's so much more obvious who you belong to."
Bucky feels his tail trying to wag but the way he's sitting it's completely trapped between his body and the back of the couch. Humans prefer words anyway.
"You," Bucky agrees eagerly.
"How long until we have to find another way to keep these tags on you? Even your wrists have gotten fatter. Look, I can't even get my hand all the way around."
Bucky looks down to see Steve's thumb and ring finger a good half inch apart.
"Can I have desert then?"
Steve laughs incredulously, "you just said you were full."
"That was almost an hour ago," Bucky pouts.
All the proof of Bucky's weight gain as well as the constant stimulation of grinding against his lap-filling belly, had Steve so close to coming.
"Can you wait a second?" Of course, Bucky couldn't. His whine was almost ear piercing. Steve reached over to the side table next to the couch and rifled through the wrappers there in search for anything edible. His fingers happened over a still closed four pack of Oreos. Steve was practiced in opening snacks one-handed by now, Bucky barely had time to realise food was coming before two cookies were pushed in his mouth.
Steve came to the sight of Bucky's cheeks bulging around yet more food and his heavy, stuffed belly almost engulfing Steve. He really couldn't wish for a better pup.
They would be so cute 🥺💗 especially if the reader was a baker or chef
Oh my God! Yes! Mutual chubbiness!? Hell yeah! (I'm sorry for answering this ask like 2 years later 😭)
You own a bakery in town, it's a very authentic bakery. That's where Bucky met you 2 years ago when he came in for a coffee.
His therapist had told him he needed to go out more. So there he was, grumpily walking into the bakery.
That's when he saw you, you with your (maybe a tad old fashioned) clothing, your apron that's perfectly hugging your curves, showing off your wide hips, thick thighs and a cute rounded belly. You had always been chubby, ever since you were a kid. But despite a few comments people told you about your weight, you were never bothered by it. You liked the way you looked, soft, caring and comfy. And besides you loved to eat pastries almost as much as you loved to bake them!
You were the first thing Bucky saw when he walked in. His eyes roaming over your body, looking at your hips, thighs and hmmm your belly, he then looks at your face. Your pretty face and beautiful smile.
For a moment he forgets about the rest of the world.
It's you who first starts a conversation, you're charming and funny. And Bucky finds he can talk to you easily.
After a bit you exchange phone numbers.
-2 years later-
Things are different now, not bad, but different.
For one, the two of you are living together now in a cozy apartment.
But also Bucky's body, you're no longer the only chubby one anymore.
Bucky had grown over the last 2 years. Grown to love your pastries, grown as a person and definitely grown around his middle. He had a nice plump belly now, that's hanging over his belt. His thighs are thick and make a perfect seat for you. His arm has thickened up, still lots of muscles but also padded with fat.
His face has grown more round and pudgy. A cute double chin resting comfortably under his chin. His tits (as you like to call them) are nice and plump. Perfect for your hands to grab, squeeze, kiss, bite and jiggle.
He definitely doesn't look the way he did when he first met you... and if he was honest. He wouldn't change a thing.
He liked tasting your pastries when you were baking. He liked snacking with you in the middle of the night. He liked having dinner with you until he was so full he had to unbutton his pants.
He liked feeling full, no longer having an aching hunger in his belly, he liked being able to sleep, because the food comforted him. He liked how people didn't look at him like he was a weapon anymore. He LOVED how you would play with his belly. He LOVED the way you looked at him.
And most importantly he loved the way his body matches yours.
Both your body as his body showed that it had been taken care of and loved.
Your bodies represented your relationship. And neither of you would change a thing♡
