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@thechubbiestlamb
This is a kink blog, specifically weight-gain and feedism (sometimes inflation, hypno, and/or furry). If that doesn't sound fun to you, or if you're a minor, please leave. COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN AND DIRT CHEAP! Send an ask and get your own custom chubby art!!!
Silly/horny thought:
Big dragon partner, talking full-sized actual dragon, possibly even chubby for a dragon, insisting that their non-dragon partner needs to eat as much as they do, every meal, because they don’t know how to make smaller portions and leftovers aren’t allowed.
Eventually, once the non-dragon gets too fat to waddle more than a few feet before they need even a break, the dragon decides, nah, little one needs to eat -twice- as much, because they’re the new hoard. And hoards must be big enough to lay across, with room to spare.
I went off script a little bit for this one, but I think you’ll like it regardless.
2600 words: estimated reading time 13 minutes.
Tonight I have Struggle on my mind.
I want to see the way your body struggles desperately to behave in the ways human bodies were designed to because of how incredibly fucking fat you've eaten yourself. Me having to sickly sweet encourage you to do things that should be second nature - "that's it sweetie, oh I know it's so hard, but just a few more steps and you can sit down". Us getting sidelong glances every time we exist in public as you wheeze against me, the spectacle of tiny little me hanging on to your thick arm trying to support you as you shuffle yourself forward.
You finally flopping back down into the couch when we get back, both you and it groaning with the weight. Breathless, red-faced with exertion and embarrassment that this is what it's come to. You're almost in tears. Between gasps for air - "I'm too big, baby, I'm too heavy, it's too much 🥺"
I disappear to come back with a near industrial size tub of cream puffs and mini eclairs and shush you gently as I pop one after another into your mouth to soothe you. "It's okay baby. I know. You're so hopelessly obese for me now, aren't you? Oh, you poor sweet pig. It hurts, doesn't it? You just say the word and we stop."
You have a safe word. I remind you of it often. You've never used it. Right now, any words you try and say - although they're really nothing more than a desperate moan for more, are muffled by the thousands of calories of cream and pastry, but even if you could, I know you're not ready to yet. You need this. I saw it in you and I nurtured it and I know you won't stop swallowing and swelling for me, no matter the cost.
casual feedism friends-with-benefits friend group but its just one feedee and three feeders.
just one fatty and their three skinny/buff friends
it's not always active feeding but they do have belly-touching and belly-worshipping privileges when privacy is available or when no one is looking. whenever the group, or just the feedee and one friend hang out, they get spoiled with food and it really shows on their waistline. honestly they don't even need to be hanging out, sometimes food just gets delivered without explanation.
they get the "i'm so full. can you finish this?" treatment at restaurants but of course, for three people. everyone praises them when they're in the car afterwards.
feedee is food drunk on the regular and loving every second of it.
thinking about.. making meal prep for the week for the gym when on a cut only to discover my greedy feedee decided to eat my week's worth of lunches in one sitting AND some and when I find out they're rubbing their taut, full belly, mindlessly eating a bag of chips with the evidence of my food and plenty of other junk food around them in the form of containers and wrappers
and when they realise what they've done they feel super bad but they don't stop eating or rubbing their belly, and they start to hiccup as they apologise to me and I have to hand them their 2L soda bottle for them to chug so they can get rid of the hiccups, and it works but they belch in the middle of their apology and at that point man i don't even care anymore let's just pack that gut of yours until you're stuck there you're clearly wasting away right now even if you're currently digesting several times my daily intake and some
at least my cooking was good enough to eat five meals worth of the same thing. and it looks really good in your round belly. i'll figure lunch out, don't worry about it. just keep eating.
let me listen to you digest my food and we're even.
kink aside i just think chub is sooo cute and aesthetically pleasing (╥﹏╥) very jealous of those with nice soft bodies and rounded stomachs and double chins etc etc. that's the goal
planning to go out for dinner with some others.
day off. had a hefty breakfast. good nap into the afternoon. still a few hours before dinner, right? you can eat. don't wanna risk getting hungry on the way.
ugh. but now it's time to go, and you're pretty satiated.. a little bloated. but you can't cancel plans this late. and you've been salivating at the idea of what you'd be eating. it is a buffet after all, and it was a reservation, and you already paid your piece, and you always try to get more bang for your buck.
hauling out of home feeling heavy. maybe the walking you do, minimal before you hop in your ride, and after towards the restaurant, will help you feel less bloated?
no one's going to notice that your shirt doesn't fit like it usually does. no one's gonna notice that you walk a bit slower than usual.
they can't read your mind. they won't know how excited you're getting looking at your loaded plate. they don't know you already ate enough food for two.
the people waiting behind won't be noticing you pause and flick your eyes to the absurdly high calories from what you're grabbing, and how you eagerly grabbed one more just for the fun.
they won't realise your gut's wobbling less and less after each trip back for more food. they certainly didn't see you eating while you were still out there loading your plate.
they won't question how much you get up for another trip. and how you somehow don't object to the idea of dessert. you can't NOT have dessert. even if you're discreetly rubbing that taut gut of yours under the table, firmly pressing out against your waistband. they didn't keep track that you almost ate enough for all of them combined.
no one's gonna notice. right?
surely, nobody did. now that you're home alone, stuffed out of your mind, soothing your belly as it struggles to even begin to digest the banquet inside.
If you could chug melted ice cream for me night after night until I can lead you to the bedroom by your belly hang...
that would be perfect.
you know whats actually unfair?
being a feedee/gainer who not only has rumination syndrome but also a hernia
i literally cant stuff myself bc i end up throwing up and having my intestines trying to escape my stomach wall
this shit sucks majorly
Conditioning Mommy's improv kitten using the change game
"Alright sweetie, we're headed to the store today"
"ughhhh I really don't want to-"
"Change."
"that sounds.. fine"
"Change."
"I'm really excited to go to the store today?"
"Good girl!! It's a good chance to try out your new collar too!"
"but that's way too embarrassing,,,"
"Change."
"I.. i was hoping to save it for a special occasion!"
"Change."
"i-it's going to be so much fun showing off my collar today..!!"
"That's right~"
Reblog if you’re a gainer who welcomes anonymous teasing and encouragement!
Elaborate fantasy and sci-fi worldbuilding as necessary context and structure for porn is great, but what's really fantastic is when the worldbuilding is a product of the porn. It clearly didn't need to be there, but at some point the author took a closer look at the porn and started asking "okay, so what does this imply?"
Ok but like why are people fucking around with 600 calorie shakes when a can of sweetened condensed milk is like 1000. Warm it up and thin it out and make a shake out of that.
Gotta be cheaper too, right?
Correction. 1300 calories.
Bitch out here minmaxing gains like I'm playing that feedism game.
This is my Dizzys Donuts.
Hey sooo I put about a third of a can of condensed milk in a glass of milk and gawt damn.
Did the math and it comes out to 605 calories per $0.01.
Add a butter based edible I've made in the past that comes out to like 0.73 cents per 15mg thc you have the most cost effective, fattening, and stupifying shake one could make.
Dare I say the thing I love most about Human Domestication Guide as a setting, beyond the magical anti-anxiety and HRT drugs, or even the Affini's unending love for humans, is the fact that it's non-consensual.
As someone with a flavor of mental illness that simultaneously makes me desperately need help, but also be absolutely terrified of it with all my heart, I would still suffer in a world where the Affini followed human conventions of consent. I would do what I've always done and hide my problems, pretend everything is fine, or frustrate medical workers until they deem me treatment resistant and give up (which has happened several times now).
In such a world, I'd refuse Class E's, only cautiously accept Class G's, and go on my merry way slowly tearing myself apart, with expectations of living to 30 at best, 25 at worst. Any time I'd be offered domestication, I'd refuse not because I don't want it, but because I'm pathologically inclined to refuse such a thing no matter what.
The fact that this isn't the case, that I'd be dragged kicking and screaming to receive help, and that help would actually fix me, is the #1 reason I enjoy the setting. The guarantee that, even if I run and hide because I can't help myself, someone will find me, and they're going to care for me until the end of time.
I really really really want to get fatter.
every time the household and i go grocery shopping im like "oh yeah, root beer, thatd be nice to have" but im never crazy about it
then we get home and that dark amber elixir touches my lips i go fucking feral for the stuff
anyways i just finished the whole 2 liter in less than 24 hours...
Hypnosis + Weight Gain my beloved.
