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i keep fattening my pokemon to immobility by accident with endless delicious treats but it's okay, they're all special attackers with stupid high defense, they don't really need to move.

oh, hello there.

say, you're cute..

wanna come with me?

notfatweeb

I think my addition to this is the most true :P

notfatweeb

KEEP IT UP

notfatweeb

uhmmm more like FAT mew mew amirite?? #deltarune #fatart #fat

knottingmalice

belly hang is maybe the most beautiful thing ever

sailatina3

MINECRAFT FACESITTING UPDATE

plushiegirlpadding

10 foot tall plushgirl flopping on top of you trapping you in bed under her heavy beanbag tummy so she can snuggle as long as she wants

sitronsangbody

Half the backlash to fat lib content essentially boils down to "I can't believe you're FORCING me to not be mean to you"

sitronsangbody

Thin people are absolutely relentless with this. "But I have to TELL them!" "I can't just not SAY something!" "We can't just PRETEND it's fine to be fat!"

They really seem to think the main reason people are fat is because we're simply drowning in approval and no one has been brave enough to inform us that it's better to not be fat, actually

bigmilkymantatas

@funnier-as-a-feedist

largepoundage

More ppl need to draw DunMesh fats

heavy--feels

Imagine you are in a fantasy world. A brave warrior, you and your companions get captured by a dark wizard who controls the neighbouring kingdom. But instead of being killed, you will be made an example to all of the wizard's enemies. He wants to show the world two things: that all resistance is futile; and that only his power can bring prosperity and peace to the world.

In the beginning, you are humiliated. Stripped off your armour and left only wearing breeches; chained, with iron collars put upon your necks. But then, you are being brought to a feast, where the wizard and his allies sit around the table as you are forced to the floor, like dogs.

But instead of being kicked and abused, you are being fed. The nobles and wizards throw you scraps from the table. In your pride, you refuse to eat them, but then the wizard comes along and forces some sickly sweet substance into your throats. This magical potion forces you to eat, even as inside, you want to scream. You and your companions end up laying on the floor with distented bellies.

This, of course, continues for days and months. You begin to suspect that the wizard managed to perfect a formula for actual magical food which can satisfy; there is no other way of how he could have food aplenty. As weeks pass, you become slower, more sluggish and complacent. And you grow.

Until a delegation from your kingdom comes. They want their hostages back. They enter the wizard's hall only to stop in shock, seeing what seemingly looks like a group of extremely fattened pets. It's only after a while that they recognize you and your companions. You sit splayed on the floor, your bellies spilling around you, thoughtlessly stuffing your faces with yet another treat, your jowls wobbling, triple chins quivering. You look up at your former comrades-in-arms, and all you can manage to greet them with is a belch.

"Look what I have done to your bravest warriors," the wizard says. "I can do the same to each and every one of you. That is unless you swear fealty to me. Then, I can provide all your kingdom with food. Nobody will starve again."

The knights hesitate. They can't respond right away; they have to bring the message to their king.

"As a token of good will," the wizard says, "I will send a bag of grain from my kingdom. With the compliments to your king."

The gift is grudgingly accepted. Little do the knights know that the grain is laced with potent magic, compelling anyone who touches it to use it. And that once you consumed it, it will grow you fat beyond imagining.

The wizard doesn't release you and the other hostages. You have no means of going back to your kingdom, anyway. At this point, you are too fat to walk.

Six months later, the delegation comes back again. You have grown even further, and it's becoming difficult to lift your hand to bring treats to your mouth. Your field of vision is partly obscured by your own fat cheeks, but you still watch the events unfold before you:

The door to the wizard's hall open wide, and a cart rolls in. Your king is here. He is splayed on the pillows, his belly draping over his legs, his arms hanging with fat, his lips forced into a pucker by his chubby cheeks. You can barely hear him speak through his huffs.

"I - hh - have come - oof - to swear - ff - fealty to the dark wizard..."

The wizard smirks. "I accept."

"Do you," the king blushes, twirling his sausage-like fingers, "do you - maybe - huff - have any more of that - oof - grain?" ** Like my work? Here's my Ko-Fi :)