#chubby fic

[musclefatboy]

Did anyone follow through on the weight gain stories???

No! 😭😭 I need wayyyyy more please! I did get one story by an amazingly talented FFA but she requested for it not to be posted.

[hyukalyptus]

as a chubby person, how do you like being referred to as: __________

plump

5 - love it

4 - like it

3 - it's ok

2 - prefer not to use it

1 - hate it

Voting ended onFeb 24, 2024

[puddingsoft]

Getting Comfortable (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ♥

There’s a pale peak of flesh begging for your attention. All you want to do is pinch the lower part of his tummy, but you’re worried about drawing attention to his pudge. He hasn’t changed his wardrobe and you haven’t talked about it — you’re starting to wonder whether he’s noticed at all. You watch him tug absent-mindedly on the bottom of his soft t-shirt — gently containing his growing tummy once again. You sigh —louder than you intend to — and he looks over at you.

Caught.

He arches his eyebrows quizzically. “What’s up?” he says, and sits next to you on the couch, pulling you into his lap. He’s so comfortable. You snuggle into him and bury your face in his neck.

“I love living with you” you reply. He chuckles.

“It’s only been a month, you might get sick of me” he says, fishing with cute faux-shyness.

You look up at him now, wide-eyed. “Not a chance.”

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“Is there any more?”

You look up at him — surprised to find an empty plate. The generous serving of apple pie you gave him has disappeared in record speed. It warms you to see him enjoying your food so you happily take his plate and replace it with an equal sized slice.

He takes a bite and moans — you nearly slide off your chair.

“God you’re good.”

You blush. “I’m glad you like it baby”.

He clears his plate and leans back in his chair sighing and content. His cheeks are a little pink and he looks like his warm belly might send him off to sleep quite soon. You can see his tummy teasing you — looking pleasantly plump and moving gently up and down with his breath. It’s begging to be rubbed.

You’re not sure how he’s feeling about his new tummy and you don’t want to make him self-conscious — so you resist again. Instead, you escape to the kitchen to clear the plates, then you  run a warm bubble bath and slide into the water, trying to clear your mind from thoughts of delicious tum.

You’re about ten minutes into your (failed) tub meditation when you hear a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in” you say, sitting up slightly and ruffling the bubbles around you.

A shy pair of doe eyes peak around the corner and crinkle with a smile at the sight of you.

“I love it when you’re all bubbly” he says quietly.

“Come inside silly” you say and he enters the bathroom properly. He’s wearing his matching set of powder blue flannel pyjamas. You can see the buttons straining just slightly around his soft middle. The sight makes you blush and you’re glad your cheeks are disguised by the warmth of the tub.

He shuffles a little from side to side, standing next to the bathtub.

“Are you hiding from me?”

Your heart sinks.

“Not at all baby I just wanted a bath,” you reply, layering your voice with as much reassurance as you can.

“I like baths” he says, finally meeting your gaze.

Normally, you’d find his shyness cutely comical. But today you’re feeling a little exposed. If he gets in the bath with you, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to keep your hands to yourself.

“Get in” you order, trying to play it cool. His face lights up — happy to get an invitation.

He starts to unbutton his shirt — unaware of how you can't help but take inventory of his new shape. Watching intently as you note how just a gentle touch of the buttons near his navel make his sleep shirt pop open. He shimmies it off — standing in front of you in just his soft pants.

They are pinching his sides slightly, creating a scrumptious muffin top. Accentuating the swell of his plumped up middle. It looks pink and full. You can’t help but drink in the view hungrily.

He awkwardly shimmies out of his too-tight pants and steps into the other end of the tub.

You spread your legs and make room for him to sit in between them. He’s facing the wall and leaning into you. Thank god you picked a place with a huge tub.

Even from this angle, you can see the top of his tummy poking out of the water. You can’t resist any longer. You wrap your arms around him from behind and gently pull him towards you, gripping his soft tummy gently.

He giggles and relaxes into your touch. Underneath the warm water, you map out his plump middle. Cataloging every soft curve.

“Mmmm feels so good”.

“You’re so soft” you say, unable to disguise the intensity in your voice.

You feel him freeze. You retract your hands quickly — hoping you haven’t ruined everything.

“I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to” while you’re stuttering he’s wiggling around to face you, sloshing water onto the floor in the process.

“What’s going on?” he asks, demanding an answer. You pause. He takes your hand, playing with your water-wrinkled fingers and looking at you with concern. “I feel like you’ve been holding back lately.”

You meet his gaze and he watches as your eyes slide down to his plump tummy, obvious even under water. He blushes.

“I didn't realise I was quite so soft.” he says, coy and quoting you.

“I thought so,” you say playing your hand gently on his padded tum.

“Is this what you’ve been shy about? I can lose it —“ you cut him off with a kiss.

“You’re perfect” you say. “I just want to make you feel good — always”.

He smiles and looks down at his full tummy, palming it in the water, making crinkly noises with his arm moving through the bubbles.

“You make me feel very comfortable”.  

（＾・ﻌ・＾）

[mistress-and-servant]

Just a Tear

“Go change,” she said to him, sternly.

She was sitting at her vanity, powdering her face when he walked in. She didn’t even turn around to say that, merely glanced at him through the mirror. Charlie was momentarily shocked, but then nodded to her and quickly made his way back to his room to put on his maid outfit. This was a common occurrence for him. Sometimes she’d demand to see him in his maid outfit, while other times she didn’t mind the butler one. But he would gladly change for her whenever she asked.

The maid outfit was slightly more revealing. The skirt portion didn’t even go past his mid thigh, and there was a cat head hole right where his chest was. It showed off a bit of his cleavage squishing out against it. The sleeves were tight right below his shoulders. It was a bit more difficult to move around in this outfit, but he’d never complain to his Mistress. He quickly made his way back to her door and knocked.

“Enter.”

He opened the door and shut it behind him as he walked in. He stood behind her, just like earlier. This time when she glanced up, she smiled and slowly turned around in her seat. There was a spark in her green eyes.

“That’s better. Now, Charlie, do me a favor and do not take that outfit off till you burst out of it.”

Charlie paused, and blinked a few times to catch up with what he heard. His maid outfit had started to show how much he’s grown, but even with how ill fitting it had become he wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to completely outgrow it.

“Do you expect me to even wear it while I sleep, Mistress?”

“Oh heavens of course not-“

He sighed in relief.

“- I expect you to do it today kitten.”

His eyes widen and a blush began to form on his chubby cheeks. She giggled.

“Oh stop. I know you can do it. I would suggest you sit around and just stuff your face till it happens, but I know how much you don’t like ignoring your duties.”

He nodded, he hated the idea of not doing anything at all. He was her butler after all. And if he did nothing at all, then how was he ever to keep his worth?

She continued, “ Yes, so since you need to be doing something, I suggest that as long as you are working, you are also eating.”

She got up from her seat and walked up to him. She placed her small hand on his tum and patted it. It gurgled, reminding him that he had yet to eat today. “I want to see you eating something all day, no matter what. I’ll make sure of that.”

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Breakfast was the easiest. She didn’t add anything to his simple meal of eggs, bacon, toast and a cup of whole milk. He was sure that she would add a pastry of some kind, but she just sat there with her own portion and smiled. After taking and cleaning their dishes, he got started on making a list of things that needed to be bought for the home. He would receive lists from the head chef and head housekeeper, and he would then in turn check the stock room and pantry to make sure everything was listed off.

It was in the stock room that he heard someone come into the room. He looked and saw his Mistress come in with a plate of cookies. When she got to him, she immediately shoved a cookie into his mouth. He had no choice but to eat it, and it was delicious. It was still warm, and it was crunchy on the outside but soft on the inside. The chocolate chips were gooey, coating his mouth as he chewed. As he finished it, a second one was pushed into his mouth. This went on as he continued to check the stock. Cookie after cookie would pass through his lips with no room in between them until finally there was none left. She smiled at him and finally left him alone again. It wasn’t till then that he noticed a slight bit more pressure in his tummy. He rubbed his belly and burped into his fist before continuing on with his work.

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This continued on throughout the morning. Treat after treat would make his way to him, and his Mistress would happily feed him as he worked. She fed him slices of cake, batches of brownies, plates of cookies, and other such desserts until it was finally time for lunch. He had just finished a plate of scones and was now slowly making his way to the kitchen. He was full, his belly now pushing against his maid outfit. He could have sworn that the fabric was slowly inching its way higher up his legs, showing more and more skin as it went. The end of his skirt was barely covering the top of his thighs, and soon would start showing the very bottom of his belly. Yet there wasn’t a tear yet, he was afraid that he wouldn’t burst out of the outfit and it would simply no longer cover his body.

He held his belly as he walked, trying to stop it from sloshing around and causing more discomfort. He hiccuped and burped softly as he got closer. But before he could enter, his Mistress came out and blocked him.

“Oh no no no. You are to sit at the dining room table. I will bring you your meal.”

He was about to protest, but she began to push him away. “Go on now. I know how hungry you must be,” she teased. He relented and made his way to the table. As he was slowly lowering himself onto the seat, he felt something give, and his belly expanded a little with the extra room. Upon inspection, he found that the bow to his apron had come undone, and now the flaps were loosely on his sides. It didn’t count, but it gave him hope that maybe he’d be able to stop soon.

He inspected his clothing further and found that, when sitting, his skirt barely covered his legs at all. The ends of the fabric were just shy of exposing his belly. He patted his tum, causing it to gurgle. He was so full already, but he knew his Mistress would not stop till he burst out of his clothes. He hiccuped, causing his belly to wobble, and he groaned. He hoped he'd be able to get up after lunch.

Half an hour passed before his Mistress entered the room. With the little time he was given as a break, he was starting to breath a little bit easier. His tummy was still full, of course, but he was finally relaxing, until he wasn’t. The Mistress brought in two plates with her. One with a bowl of creamy potato soup with bits of bacon in it, the other with a sub cut in half with cheese and tomato sauce oozing from the sides, a classic chicken parm sandwich. They both smelled amazing. Even with his full tummy he began to drool at the thought of eating them both. He rubbed at his belly, momentarily forgetting his fullness.

His Mistress sat the two meals down and motioned for him to eat, which he did with no hesitation. He began with the bowl of soup. It was warm and creamy. The bacon was salty, and as he lifted up his spoon he saw that there were globs of cheese and chunks of onion and carrots mixed in. He savored the flavors, and before he knew it the bowl was empty. He stifled a burp in his hand and began to rub his tummy. Not only did he feel how stretched his belly was, but also the fabric of his dress. He didn’t understand how it could still contain him after everything. He swore that he could hear creaking, he just wanted it to tear already. His belly gurgled and a burp slipped past his lips. He blushed as his Mistress pushed the next plate in front of him. Charlie picked up the sandwich and began to eat again.

Slowly he made his way through it. Bite after bite of cheesy, saucy chicken and bread slid down his throat and expanded his tight gut. He groaned as he felt his stomach grumble even more. He tried to push his belly out in hopes that the dress would finally give but it just held on. Even after the last bite joined the rest in his packed gut, not a single thread had given out. He let his head fall back and didn’t try to hide the burp he let out. He was just so tired from the heavy weight in his belly sitting on his lap, still covered by his maid outfit. He barely registered the hand slowly rubbing circles into his belly. His Mistress pushed a finger against his stomach and felt how tight he felt.

“I really thought for sure you’d rip through this by now.” She placed both hands on either side of his wide expanse and gave him a gentle squeeze that still made him groan at the discomfort. She stopped and continued with her rubbing circles. After a few minutes of caressing his stuffed midsection she got up and stood beside him, grabbing his right arm.

“Come, it probably isn’t too comfortable sitting like this. Let's get you to a more comfortable spot.”

He moaned at the thought of moving, but after a moment's hesitation he began to slide himself closer to the seat edge. He used one hand to grip the dining table, and the other to support his tum to prevent any unnecessary movements. Slowly but surely he got onto his two feet with the help of his Mistress, his belly wobbling as it was pulled down by gravity. The weight making him have to arch his back to give his belly more room. He hiccuped and groaned and clutched at his middle, his Mistress leading him towards her personal Reading Room. She led him towards the plush coach they’d both use to sit next to each other during lazy days. She made sure that he slowly and carefully sat on the cushions and then pushed him into a lying position. With laying on his side his belly was no longer pulling at his back, now being supported by the soft pillows. He was both more comfortable and still in pain by the sheer volume in his tummy. His Mistress sat down next to his head which then made him want to pull himself closer to her to put his head on her lap. He struggled a little before she granted mercy on him since all this began and shimmied closer for him to snuggle into her. She began to run her fingers through his hair.  With now being close to his Mistress, he began to purr softly and gently fell into a food coma, his tummy slowly digesting all the things he’d eaten .

The last thing he heard before slipping into darkness was, “Maybe when you wake up we can continue working on tearing this outfit.”

[happi-mochi-blog]

Mark Me

This was written for my babes @nkch & @chubsoftbts who wanted some Omegaverse chubby / mating stuffs. (This has nothing to do with Red Fern, FYI) This is a 1-shot. NC-17. Jikook. Chubby!Jiminah. Here we go!

“Why you do smell like that?” The smell hits Jungkook’s nose within seconds of Jimin’s arrival.

Jimin crawls into bed beside him, nuzzling up to his naked chest. “I was with Joon,” he says quietly, eyes looking up to see the quick spark of fire in his Alpha’s eyes. “Don’t be jealous,” Jimin mutters knowingly, “you know I’m yours.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around him in a tight hold. He squeezes his partner’s soft frame. “I don’t like it when you smell like that though,” he huffs, big doe eyes looking somewhat pitiful as he pouts.

Jimin nuzzles in closer. He brushes his hands past Jungkook’s toned torso down to the dip of his hipbone. He arranges Jungkook’s hand so that it’s placed on his full, soft belly and pushes his mate’s strong fingers into his doughy middle, wanting his touch.

Jungkook obliges, fingers kneading his mate’s chunky belly, patting the weight of it to watch the skin ripple beneath his shirt. “Take this off,” he says, already peeling back the layer and pulling it over Jimin’s head. “It smells.”

“You’re so possessive,” Jimin giggles. He helps get the shirt over his head and tosses it aside. He shimmies off his pants and tosses those aside as well. “There. Better?”

“I just want you to smell like me,” he says, groping Jimin’s plush sides. “You’re my Omega.” His hand continues to rub over Jimin’s soft middle. “All this?” he says cupping Jimin’s lower belly, giving it a jiggle. “Is because I’m the one that spoils you.” He kisses the top of Jimin’s head, inhaling the sweet, luscious scent of his messy, blonde locks. He bites down softly on the underside of Jimin’s neck, where the skin is supple and soft.

Jimin turns his neck for further access, Jungkook’s bunny teeth grazing lightly over the skin. “Knot me –" Jimin groans, falling deeper onto the pillows. “Mark me.”

Jungkook hums in agreement as he continues to mouth a trail over his Omega’s soft skin, sucking and biting until Jimin is wriggling underneath him, heat coming off him in palpable waves. “Up, baby,” he says heaving Jimin onto his lap. He leans down and nips at Jimin’s softened chest, his mate’s chubby belly squished between their laps. He latches onto his love-handle.

Jimin arches at the touch, pudgy fingers digging into Jungkook’s sculpted back

“So big, Jimin,” he whispers, breath hot and low. “So big and you don’t even have my pups inside you yet.” Jimin’s hips rock lazily back and forth as Jungkook does most of the work, his Omega so spoiled, so pampered. “So lazy,” he whispers against the shell of Jimin’s ear and Jimin mewls quietly, plump lips seeking out Jungkook’s.

“A-ahh, Kook,” Jimin whines, breath coming out in little gasps.

“Doing so good,” Jungkook says and licks his Omega’s chubby pec, tongue rotating in a teasing circle over the nipple. He holds Jimin as he bucks forward, belly making a slapping noise as he rocks his hips. “That’s it,” he says, reaching underneath his mate’s round middle to take hold of him, stroking. “So good,” he whispers with a nip at Jimin’s full cheek. “Can’t imagine how good you’ll look, how swollen,” he emphasizes, “with pups.” He rocks his hips, matching Jimin’s lazy pace. “Wanna fill you up. Watch you grow. See you get bigger, so swollen.”

Jimin whimpers, the beginning curls of his orgasm swirling in his belly. “Harder,” he demands, grabbing the Alpha tighter. “More, Kookie.”

“Such a good boy, Jimin-ah.” Jungkook murmurs as he strokes him harder, his free hand gripping the swell of his ass. He pants, lifting him closer, feeling his heavy weight under his fingers. “So big,” he repeats, knowing Jimin is getting close.

“Kook- shit. I, I-I’m.” Jimin stutters, bouncing weakly.

“I got you, baby.”

Jimin shudders through the orgasm, eyes squinted shut, mouth parted. He drops his forehead to Jungkook’s shoulder, blissed out and sweating as the last of the tremors rock through his body.

Jungkook kisses the crown of his head and carts his fingers through his mate’s damp hair. He’ll finish himself off later. For now, he inhales deeply, reveling in the aroma of both their scents, of his bitter scent intertwining with the sugary notes of Jimin’s smell.

A pleased smile graces his lips. Mission accomplished.

[missjanedoeeyes-blog]

Filthy Friday

Well you guys, it’s Friday, so here, have a little snippet of the latest trash from my WIP -- and then reblog with your own little amuse-bouche of trash!

@whowaswillbe @superstringtheory @super-sweet-thing @chubbysteebie @star-thief @yaaaasshole -- I’m tagging everyone I can think of who has written fic lately, but trust me, all of you weirdos are so very welcome to participate. 

“Getting fat, Barnes,” he mumbles to himself now, looking down at his beach ball of a belly, the way it fills his entire lap, resting on his thighs even when he’s leaning back like this.

He lies there for a minute, flesh hand roaming over his wide gut, pinching a little, jiggling the extra flesh.  He can feel his dick stirring, even if he can’t see it, and he draws it out a little bit, not bothering to reach down to stroke himself, just letting his erection build under his swollen tummy.  He thinks, a little, about Steve. 

When he finally touches himself, it’s a two-handed procedure.  He lifts his gut with his metal hand, arm braced against the soft blubber of his underbelly to lift it out of the way.  He slides his right hand down around his belly and wraps it around his dick.

He starts slow, palm slick with spit and precome, and lets his mind wander, conjuring up the same scene he’d flirted with a little earlier that afternoon, writing to Stevie. Imagines what it might have been like, swapping handjobs with Steve and holding Steve’s little pre-serum body in his lap.

But he’s not little like that, not now, Bucky thinks.  Images of Steve’s new body—his new tits, particularly, because Jesus fucking Christ, Erskine had really outdone himself on that count—flash across his mental horizon.  His hand picks up speed. 

He looks down at himself, the way his lap full of fat is jiggling with every stroke.  You don’t look the same as you did back then, either.

And then it’s all he can think about.  About how Steve wouldn’t even fit on his lap now, probably, with Bucky’s enormous belly taking up so much of the available real estate on his fat thighs. Christ.

[underworldqueen13]

I have to fanfictions to finish but my dumb ass wants to start another fic instead..... Well here I go with that anyway.

[hyukalyptus]

as a chubby person, how do you like being referred to as: __________

flabby

5 - love it

4 - like it

3 - it's ok

2 - prefer not to use it

1 - hate it

Voting ended onFeb 24, 2024