#200lb gain this time?

[makemefat31]

Sorry for disappearing. I'm coming back soon. I lost the weight, but I plan on gaining it all back and much more. Hopefully you aren't too disappointed. I got this new mask. I'm going to be a good piggy from now on 🐷. More updates to come, and also check out my twitter MakeMeFat31 (@MakeMeFat31) / X (twitter.com)

[epigstolary]

Tough Guy

Tw: Fat shaming, toxic masculinity, gaining as femininity

I can’t believe you still try to act like the big, muscly tough guy you used to be several hundred pounds ago. I mean, come on, who do you think you’re fooling? You’re about as intimidating as a baby elephant. Sure, the deep voice and the sleeve tattoos probably probably made you look pretty tough when you were in shape and 200lbs of muscle; but baby, those days are long gone. There’s a ton of fat packed onto whatever’s left of your physique under there. Those tattoos have gotten stretched and folded over your fat rolls so much that I can barely tell what they are anymore. And I just can’t take the deep voice seriously when it comes out so husky in between the labored wheezing that passes for breathing with you. Nobody’s gonna be shaking in their boots when you’re out of breath just from sitting on the couch, are they?

And even when you do get up, you don’t exactly look like the picture of health and fitness. A slow waddle is your typical pace, all your fat shifting from side to side with each intended step, your body clearly having to fight against it to keep moving forward. And all your indulgence has left you with a wide, bottom-heavy, pear-shaped physique more reminiscent of a well-fed housewife than a strong, buff gymbro. Nobody’s going to be mistaking you for one anyway, though, since your lazy ass can’t help but get red-faced and exhausted after just a couple minutes of walking around. You talk a big game about your glory days and everything you could do if you put some time into conditioning. But let’s face it: you’re about as out of shape as someone can be, and those wide hips and thunder thighs don’t scream athletic or manly.

I know it must be hard for you, though, since that’s still the guy you are in your head. The big, beer-drinking, meat-eating, football-watching manly man. Well, you missed the part where all that beer had a ton of calories, all that meat had a ton of fat, and all that football left your fattening ass planted on the couch all weekend, every weekend. I totally thought you were going to say something eventually about not needing me to bring you so much to drink and so many snacks, but nope, you never seemed to notice that you’d worked yourself up to eating an entire party’s worth of food all on your own between Saturday morning and Sunday night. And it’s not like I was going to stop you, was I?

I’d have thought your bros teasing you about how fat you were getting would be enough for you to at least start thinking about it, too. They may not be the cut jocks they were when you were younger, but aside from a couple with dadbods, they’re all in reasonably good shape. But not you. And you let them pat and rub your belly to put you in your place every time they come over to watch the game, take their jokes about how the blobby flab inflating your arms is all muscle, let them snicker at you for finishing off the food they leave behind to keep to their diets. You think you’re still just one of the boys, when really you’re more like their fat, chubby mascot.

So here you sit, munching on nachos swimming in beef queso, eyes glued to the third match of the day. Love handles bulging over the waistband of your athletic shorts, overtaxed by the titanic rump, bulging hips, and bloated thighs anchoring you to your seat. Tits flopping across your beer belly as you shout at the refs on tv. Chubby, shapeless arms wobbling with your gestures as you criticize guys in peak physical condition, lecturing about how they should be playing when thirty seconds of that level of activity would leave you panting on the ground. And me, just smiling and nodding and agreeing, knowing those 2,500 calories of goo are going to be blowing you up even more by tomorrow.

This can’t last forever, of course. Eventually, you’ll wind up so fat, heavy, and hard to move that you won’t be able to ignore how far you’ve fallen. You’ll have to confront the (at least) quarter-ton body you’ve grown, and consider how blubbery you were when it stopped being manly. Spoiler alert: you passed that point a looooong way back. You’ll face the fact that there’s nothing masculine about a guy whose manhood is buried in several inches of soft, yielding lard. That there’s nothing macho about a guy who has to move fat out of the way so he can reach for the remote or his next meal. That nobody envies a former athlete who’s so bloated and heavy he can barely make it to the mailbox and back. That you’ve eaten yourself out of everything you used to know about yourself.

But don’t worry; I’ll still pretend you’re my manly man, and you’ll eat that up too so you don’t have to pay attention to the last of your fitness slipping away. I’ll tell you that you look so big and strong, while you’re shoveling those pork rinds into your mouth. I’ll giggle that you seem so tough and stoic, while you’re planted on the couch, huge fat rolls flowing in all directions. I’ll whisper that you’re still so fit and athletic, after you come back huffing and puffing from hauling your big back from the next room. I’ll say all the things you want to hear. Just keep eating for me, baby. I want my tough guy to be big, and strong… and big.

[doberbutts]

I want to talk a bit about the whole "fat trans men are denied top surgery" thing because it's true. Many surgeons have BMI requirements and will not operate on anyone classified as more than "overweight".

But I also want to discuss how testosterone often makes you gain weight, putting trans mascs in a fairly difficult position.

When I started testosterone, I weighed 178lbs. I rapidly shot up to 198lbs. At 5'10" I'm classified as just over a BMI of 30 according to my discharge papers, making me classified as obese. I also started having a bit of a cholesterol problem and being that A: I've also hit my 30s in that time and B: I have an extensive family history of high cholesterol in the men in my family, we tried changing my diet and exercise to see if it was lifestyle or if it was genetic.

In that timespan I dropped 3lbs (bringing me to 195lbs, just under that obese line) and my cholesterol continued to climb. It's been about 7 or 8 months with no other change.

When I tell people that I weigh roughly 200lbs, they don't normally believe me. To be clear I don't really care about any of these numbers, I care about my overall health irt stamina, strength, fatigue, etc and I care about my actual muscle mass and body condition. There are, admittedly, times where I look at my stomach and go :( aww I used to be skinnier. But then there's also times like two nights ago when I looked in the mirror after my shower and just saw A Guy standing there looking at me.

Anyway. My point is, testosterone (and age) made me gain a significant amount of weight, and nothing really I've done has gotten it off. Which is fine with me, because I feel better at this current condition and am stronger and have more stamina than I ever did at lower weights even when I was a competing athlete. Everyone I tell my weight and BMI to is shocked to learn that I am 200lbs and classified as obese. From complete disbelief until I stand on a scale, to the immediate "you wear it well" or "it's all muscle though", to the inevitable "okay but BMI is a load of shit anyway", clearly even though that's what the numbers say I am not exactly the poster child for what lawmakers and fat phobic doctors fear monger about when they discuss the "obesity epidemic".

I am lucky enough that while my surgeon is being very annoying in other ways, she at least has no BMI requirement. For 7 or so months I have been putting in a lot of effort to try and lose some weight to fix my cholesterol and I have pretty much nothing to show for it. If it's that hard for me, someone who visually doesn't really look fat, how difficult must it be for someone who is definitely not toeing the line like I am. How impossible for someone who is in the 400lb, 500lb, 600lb range.

Testosterone makes you gain weigh, and then surgeons won't operate if you gain too much. What a fucking joke.

[iridescentflamingo]

TMNT Head cannons

Bayverse Turtles. Just ideas that kind of poured out tonight. (Aged up turtles, you can pick but I want them 30-ish. ~NSFW)

🧡🐢🎇🧡

The easiest turtle to win over is Mikey. He practically throws himself at you. When you give him positive attention back, he just ramps up his flirting. He has pet names for you for days. Eventually, he'll settle on one or two good ones and use them instead of your name almost always. You are going to have to confirm that you have feelings for him before he takes it to the next level. Due to the fact that he is so very straight forward and right out the gates with his cat calling, you have to confirm that you are not just being nice and playing along. He's a flirt, not a creep. (Maturity has found him, it just took him a few more years than his brothers)

Once you do, your fate is sealed. Mikey is definitely a very handsy, flirty, hiding no feelings and having practically no shame kinda dude. He doesn't care if anyone sees, hears, smells etc. his flirting and most of his physical romancing. Telling you how hard you make him a bit louder than he should, toughie tough. Making out on the couch in front of everyone, he doesn't care. Getting caught with his hand down your pants in the kitchen, oh well.

What he does keep secret and quiet is when he vents. Always expected to be the fun and sunshine brother, you become his confidant when he's got heavy feels things to unload. To make sure that it doesn't bog you down, he tries his hardest to end with something more positive and turn it back into good-vibes.

The other thing he'll keep more on the down-low is when the two of you are trying new fetishes or engaging in kinky play for the first time. He doesn't want to be interrupted or for you to get embarrassed and then never want to try again, so that stuff stays in his room, when he knows it's private and he won't be bothered. After y'all get comfortable with it, maybe then he's less cautious.

💙🐢🌊💙

Leo is tough to know. He's dead set on his duties to the point that it's most of his personality, until you get to know him better, and that only happens if he lets you. It'll be slow. He will start by sharing random tidbits of himself that don't have to do with ninjutsu, weapons, or his leadership responsibilities. In the beginning they're bland, basic facts; which pizza toppings he prefers, his favorite type of TV show, his preferred genre of book. They're things you could gleam from just being around him for more than a few days. He's stupid cautious.

His next step would be to ask if you want to do some training with him. He sticks to simple things, testing your abilities and skills. It's really more to learn about you, but it's a start. He takes it easy on you, mostly dodging until you get frustrated, and then maybe he humbles you with a sneaky move like knocking you off your feet. He doesn't ask you if you want to practice again, he waits for you to ask.

Over time, the training becomes more physical and he shares actual details about himself, but you have to be giving info in return. Knowing what his favorite movie is probably would never be information that The Foot uses against him, but you never know. You have got to meet him, tit for tat, and offer your own truths. If he catches you lying, you're not just back to zero, you're in the negative.

Eventually, if you've managed to gain his trust and build a strong connection with him, Leo will open up properly. He will joke, play, swat, and treat you like one of his brothers, with a more gentle approach because you're not a 200lb+ muscled turtle.

If romance blooms, expect another slow trudge full of trust building and honesty before you get any proper boyfriend-esque attention. Once past the awkward "we shouldn't, it's too dangerous, how would this work?, I'm not human, will you really be happy here?" Swamp of despair, it should be smooth sailing. Be honest and he's all yours.

All that time spent building that relationship will return ten-fold from Leo with whatever type of affection you ask for. He wants to please, he wants you happy, and he will make it so if possible.

❤️🐢🥊❤️

Raph is going to keep his feelings secret for as long as he can. He hides his insecurities by trying to be the biggest, heaviest hitter, and a tank for his brothers. And those are just his viewed shortcomings compared to his three brothers. When looking at you, he compares himself against all men. He has little hope. In the mirror he sees a big, green face with sharp features and a scowling, RBF. He may act like hot shit in front of his brothers, but it's a front. Besides his appearance and size, his temper can flare, and he's come a long way since he was a teen, but it can still explode from him, which is terrifying to see, especially up close. He's very aware and is afraid that if you see him in that state, it will only reinforce the fact that he's a monster.

You will see glimpses of how sweet he can be from time to time, but they won't come often. When you're around, his guard is up doing double time; keeping up appearances and keeping his feelings in check. Over time his facade will falter occasionally. He'll be laughing at your jokes, ribbing you when you get frustrated over video games, checking to see if you've eaten, and maybe even leaning against you as he nods off on the couch. When you smile at his playfulness and kindness, he'll smile back until he catches himself and suddenly remembers that he has something to do. It will probably be going to their home gym.

If you can manage to get him to accept that you honestly and truly think he is not a monster, and that you want to be around him, and miss him when you're not with him, you're going to get someone who can be a huge teddy bear cuddler, but also someone who likes to get physical and more rough in the bedroom. This is going to take a lot of repeating yourself and him asking, not always subtly, if you really mean it. If you're sure you wouldn't be happier with some other guy. If your eyes work. If he's really not too big. If if if... You will learn that kisses can usually stop him from spiraling.

Sometimes Raph wants to cuddle and be soft and tender. Despite his size he is careful. He handles you like you're a porcelain figurine in the beginning. With the practiced ability to knit, his large hands can be surprisingly dexterous and delicate. He is not a bull in a china shop unless he chooses to. Quiet times together have him completely wrapped around you, holding you carefully close and seeking your body warmth. You are careful not to laugh the first time he slips and churrs when he begins to doze off in your arms. He won't do it again if you embarrass him.

Over time, he allows himself to be a bit more rough with you. At first it is just careful roughhousing, perhaps some near choreographed play tackles or even picking you up and pretending to slam you on the bed, setting you down carefully with sound effects instead of actual violence (Raph may have loved watching WWE growing up). After a bout of rougher hands-on play, he notices that you're turned on. This changes things immediately. Taking advantage of the situation, the play shifts from silly to sexual in an instant.

You both end up having the most amazing sex you've ever had thus far. The next day you talk about it as you ice bruises and he apologizes as you hobble around when you first get up from bed. As a couple, you set limits and it becomes a more regular thing. You enjoy this rougher type of sex and he enjoys being able to be less careful. Being rough is in his nature and you loving it and getting off to it just helps strengthen your bond.

💜🐢⚛️💜

(Saved the best for last~)

Donnie is guarded, but secretly hopeful about the possibility of a relationship. This busy, brainy, tech wizard of a brother is a master of design and invention, but he still has his own hang ups. Instead of fighting off insecurities, he fights anxiety, boredom, and possibly depression. Instead of working out or training, he buries himself in his work. Keeping busy keeps his mind from wandering into darker thoughts. It also leads him to pass out and sleep dreamless sleep. He knows that it isn't healthy, but the other thoughts aren't good for him either.

When he notices that you've taken an interest in what he is working on, he eagerly shares to the point of info-dumping. If he catches himself, he apologizes out of reflex. You have to dismiss it or he will assume that, like his brothers, you do not have time to hear him ramble. Asking him questions, especially if you do not understand what he is talking about, will spur him on to explain. He's patient and wants to share his knowledge. If you pretend to know, he can tell, and won't say anything, but will take note that you're just trying to be nice in order to placate him and get him to stop.

Always watching and analyzing everything, he'll take notice who you talk to when you arrive, who you spend the most time with, how you react to his other brothers antics and conversations, who you decide to sit next to, how much physical contact you give and to who... He sees it all and makes mental notes. He will also overthink things. Were you just laughing at Mikey's jokes, or was that flirting? Were you smiling at Leo because he was kind, or was that something more? Was that shove you attempted to give Raph just for fun, or were you trying to spur him to touch you? If you don't give him equal or more attention, he will notice and make pessimistic predictions.

If you give him the most attention out of his brothers and are genuinely interested in his projects and research, he will take note and begin to test you a little. While handing him a screwdriver, he notes how you react when his fingers linger on yours a little longer than they should have. As he explains the wiring on a smaller machine, he stealthily monitors your pulse rate when he moves close enough for your arms to press against one another. After some motor oil droplets splash on your cheek, he watches your face for any signs as he gently wipes the dark spots away with his thumb. Every action is inconspicuous and easily dismissed, but a treasure trove of valuable information before he makes any kind of decision as to what to do.

If he is completely positive that you harbor a crush on him, he meticulously plans his own confession. A true romantic, he wants this to be perfect. The two of you will be alone, most likely in his lab space where he is most comfortable. His brothers will either be out or busy. You won't have any idea that this is a special evening and will be under the guise that you're coming over to help him out with a project, as you often did. He'll let the evening start out with that project, but will end up shifting your attention to something else he's made. The secret project will be something impressive that has you in awe, asking how long he's been working on it. That's when he makes his move.

His answers have been rehearsed in his mind over and over, but his nerves still cause him to shake and some of his answers carry a hint of nervousness, but his face is confident and sure. He reports his data to you and details how he's noticed your affection. Still monitoring you, he is careful and has a backup plan readied in case he has to abort his admission. If everything goes as planned, you end up with his hand on your cheek and a gentle first kiss upon your lips.

Donatello is almost clingy with his affection. You receive messages when you are not around him and when you are at the lair, he is close to you or at least nearby. He seeks physical contact often but in more discrete ways when around others. At the dinner table, he'll move his leg so that his calf is leaning against yours. During movie night, he is hip to hip with you on the couch, encouraging you to lean against him once the flick starts. It's not completely hidden, but its modest.

Away from prying eyes, it is a completely different story. Hands end up under and in clothing as kisses turn from soft and sweet to hungry and demanding in seconds. All you have to do is say the right words. Donnie proves time and time again that he is a quick learner and has your body figured out within a couple of weeks. You find it difficult, at first, for him to properly let go and let you take the wheel, but in time the trust is built and he allows you to give without also receiving. He turns out to be a versatile switch after deviating from his original, more dominant, tenancies.

His favorite thing to do is make you climax. His second favorite thing is to climax together. His third is using toys...

~Ɛ>------------------------------------<3~

@thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @sophiacloud28 @thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @tmntngl @avery73 @tmntngl

(lmk if I missed anyone's tags)

[fatguarddog]

Tentacle creature with one big spiralling eye that hypnotises you while it's tendrils grab and restrain you

The tendrils hold you in place as they begin their work. Struggling stops when the first one enters your mouth and begins leaking a sweet aphrodisiac sap onto your tongue that makes you so loose and comfortable. Others find your hole(s) to start pumping you full of lovely squishy eggs, then a thick substance containing most of the nutrients the eggs need to incubate properly inside you

The dense substance happens to have the side effect of being quite instantly fattening for humans, making you seem have gained roughly 200lbs in minutes as it swells and grows you into a proper plump incubator, pleasantly high on that sweet syrupy sap

All the while you're locked in on that huge, hypnotic eye. It tells you things, tells you that you will not remember what happened to you here. It tells you that you're fat and you have always been fat, and that you are in the process of getting fatter (the eggs will swell as they incubate). That you will go home and you will eat well so that your body gets lots and lots of nutrients to take good care of you (and it's young). That you will return to this place in a few months time and have the most wonderful experience

The wonderful experience, of course, is laying all of the nicely incubated eggs and feeling the pleasant stretch of your hole(s) as they slide their way out of you. Then you will be filled with more. More eggs, more sap, more nutrients. Bigger and fatter to carry a larger clutch. It will be blissful

At that point who knows. Maybe it will let you go back to your life again, or maybe it'll keep you wrapped comfortably on it's tendrils to guard and nurture your soft, swollen form, keeping you as it's perfect incubator from then on

[dollhog]

How I gained 200lbs in 15 months. Hope provides insight/helps you gain!

I gained most of the weight through breaking my metabolism and constant grazing! I basically retrained my hunger signals to where, when the bloat goes down and I feel slightly less like I’m going to burst, I eat immediately. Eventually my body started to understand that not stuffed = hungry. If I’m bored, snack. If I’m happy, celebrate with food. If I’m sad, comfort food. It doesn’t matter what I’m feeling, I associate it all with food.

Eventually your body will somewhat adjust to the copious amounts of food, so gaining stupid amounts of weight won’t really be all that difficult. That’s when you know it’s time to increase the calorie intake. Drinking melted ice cream or cake mix and milk really helps too. It’s stretched out my stomach to the point where it would be impossible to loose the weight. And I just treat it like an extra fattening milkshake.

The process of being constantly stuffed to maximum capacity always has me feeling all hot and bothered, leading me to eat for food. And that eat/sleep cycle leaves me too bloated and swollen to really do much about being all worked up, therefore leading me to keep eating.

And good old smoking the devil’s lettuce helps too. It can take you from stuffed to bursting to ravenous in a matter of minutes. That’s probably responsible for a good portion of the weight on me.

[uhitsum]

youve probably answered this question before, but just how did you do it? im at about 120 now (but very short), i can only dream of reaching 200. Whats the secret (is there one?)

I don't think there is much of a secret, I can't tell you any new hack for gaining that you've never heard before. But I'll gladly share how I did it :)

I started at 120lbs too, which was a bit underweight on my 5'8" frame 😅 I didnt only gain for the kink, but because I felt genuinely unhappy in my body and I wanted to change it. Here's a rough outline of the pace of my gains:

Sept 2022: 120lbs

Jan 2023: 155lbs

June 2023: 180lbs (plateau until October)

Jan 2024: 200lbs (starting this blog shortly after turning 18)

September 2024: 220lbs (I havent stepped on a scale this month, but I know I hit 220 lol. also yay, 2 years of gaining 🥳)

From Sept 2022 to Jan 2023 was probably the most work I've put into gaining, since i had to rewire the metabolism that had kept me skinny all my life. I don't believe in tricks and hacks in fattening up (not that I could get much for myself, I was 16 and couldn't drive) so I did it the old fashioned way. I altered my meal schedule in this sort of way:

7am Breakfast

NEW 10am Brunch snacks (often a Peanut Butter Smoothie)

12pm Lunch snacks

NEW 3pm actual Lunch (usually followed by a food coma)

6pm Dinner

NEW 9pm 2nd Dinner

I probably wasn't hitting all of these meal times every day, but adding more opportunities for me to get my hands on food throughout the day meant i was almost always thinking of my next meal 😅

Besides just eating more often, another area I worked on was eating more at each meal. I would push myself to go back for seconds, or to pair more with whatever I ate at each meal. I adopted a "what could I add" mentality, where I would never eat one thing alone. My favorite example was for breakfast: before, I'd eat a breakfast sandwich, which is a respectable small meal at ~400 calories. When I was in my "gaining prime," I would add a second sandwich, and put tater tots in the air fryer, adding up to 1000+ calories for just a little more work.

While I know this won't be the glamorous answer many people hope for, it's good honest work with results hard to ignore. After you force yourself to overeat for long enough, it becomes impossible to go back to the small and infrequent meals of before — your own appetite is enough to keep up your gaining momentum 🤭

From Sept 2022 to Jan 2023 was when I was working my gut hard to adhere to the schedules, but I loosened up once I upsized my wardrobe a second time and could feel the softness creeping in. My gainer's appetite kept me cruizing until June, gaining an average of 6lbs a month (🥵) when I started work (at a Frozen Custard shop, no less) which kept me on my feet late at night and made me plateau.

It wasn't until October that I would start pushing myself again, on one Very Horny week where I had the house to myself. I binged every single day, including my first experience drinking melted ice cream (cut with Heavy Cream) 😵‍💫 which led into a plateau break as I gained 20lbs in 3 months once again.

2024, despite me making this blog, has been predominantly a cruising year. I started at 200lbs, bigger than I had ever expected to get when I first started, so I mainly just eat a lot when I want to, and don't when I don't. Now that I'm in college, both stress eating and a very loving boyfriend join the mix, so we'll wait and see what these next few years have in store for my waistline 😉

So, that's the long and short of it! If you're looking to gain, I think you have to push yourself, but make sure you're only doing so in ways you can enjoy. Routine is EVERYTHING, with the end goal that you shouldn't have to make conscious decisions to overeat; it should just be a fact of life 😌 I wouldn't personally recommend relying on drinks to fatten up from the very beginning, since those can be easy to get sick of, but they can be valuable tools for plateau breaking in combination with an otherwise gourmand mindset.

Thanks for the ask! And to anyone brave enough to make it through to the end, thank you for reading! I love telling my gainer story, because I like to put it into a more realistic framework than many of the hot and horny stories out there are able to do. As thanks, here's a belly pic just for you! Dont mind the bruises, we just had a little fun yesterday :3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling I'll bite my grandmother next time they comment on my weight?

Me (23yo Transmasc) live with some roommates and away from my family because they're transphobic (still deadname me, still misgender me). It isn't easy but it's better for all of us.

Recently, I gained a lot of weight because of a psych med I am taking, about 45lbs, so now I am 200lbs on 5'2" and I absolutely have no money to go to a gym and no time to wake up since I work 44hrs/week in a job I already walk a lot and lift a lot of weight. My food intake was the same, doctor said yes, it was the meds making me gain weight and I am like okay, I always wanted to be a bear anyways and instead of wallowing in despair I bought new, bigger clothing that made me feel better.

Last week, though, my family invited me for a sunday lunch, and I went because I really like my siblings. Going there, my grandparents and uncles were there, and my grandmother and mother immediately noticed my weight gain and made the Face™ and asked me what happened. I told them that i gained weight due to a med. They've always been weightwatchers for free for me and would criticize me to the slightly more i would get fatter and praise me to the hell and back when I lost weight, so I am already defensive of what they'll say next and noticing the dirty looks they're giving me for using XXL clothing and having a double chin.

As I am serving a glass of soda for me (it was ALL that was there to drink and I ain't eating food dry) though, my grandma points at it and makes an inflating motion. I then snap at her and tell the next comment on my weight, I'll bite her. She backs off saying she's only worried for my health and I tell her no she isn't, because she praised me the time I got pancreatitis and got down to 165lbs and barely could stand up. (Pancreatitis made me throw up everything I ate for four days and I was hospitalized, losing a shitton of weight in the process), if she did care she would be worried that time. My mom tried to intervene and tell me that i was probably being just lazy to gain all that weight and it's not even the meds. I snap and tell I am also going to bite her next time she comments on my weight. Both women back off and let me have my goddamn lunch in peace, and I leave pretry early from there. When I get home there's a text from my uncle telling me to try to understand his mother's side and that she only wants the best for me and I should forgive her slip ups, and I tell him that I am not forgiving that and they can have their shitty family lunches without me if I will be criticized everytime i eat or drink in front of them. AITA?

[ginger-ly]

Hey cuties, a little announcement if you didn't already know:

I've been diagnosed with some fairly serious health issues and I'm being forced by my doctor to lose weight so unfortunately I'll be going back down to 200lbs

I know this will come as a shock to some of you, trust me no one is more devastated about this than me, being made to diet against my will is a literal nightmare but I have to take my health seriously

BUT silver lining, I'm such a hopeless food addict that going cold turkey seems completely impossible SO I'll still be making plenty of stuffing/belly adjacent content!

I'm also hoping if I'm able to get my health problems under control that I could maybe return to gaining one day, just healthier this time! Nothing has ever made me as happy as weight gain has, I just wish I hadn't been so greedy and paced myself a little more

Please take care of yourself guys, get check ups regularly and let your bodies adjust to new weight before adding more, luv u

[feederheart]

The Five Stages of Weight Gain,

CW: weight gain, feederism, some humiliation.

Denial

Jen couldn’t believe it; 200lbs! Jen’s wide brown eyes looked down at the bathroom scale in total disbelief. She brushed her braids out of her face and looked again just in case she read the numbers wrong. She did not; as a matter of fact, the scale finally settled on 201.5 after a few more seconds. After starting her new desk job, she hardly had any time to maintain her usual regular workouts and found herself chained to her desk for most of the day. She knew that maintaining her toned body was going to be difficult but not this difficult. She tried to find time for a run here and there but work was so exhausting that she could hardly find it. She knew that her new method of coping with the heavy workload, eating copious amounts of delicious snacks as she typed away, would ruin all of the hard work she had put into maintaining her figure but she just couldn’t help herself. She also knew that she could just lose the weight if things got out of hand.

That was it, she was going to go on a diet. No more sugary bullcrap, no more fatty garbage, only real, lean, green, and high protein dishes for her. Even if her coworker offers her snacks, the one that keeps offering her pastries and treats every now and then, she would say no. She was still the athletic beach babe that she worked so hard to be, she just had to drop a few pounds.

Anger.

250lbs. 250lbs. TWO-HUNDRED-FIFTY…

Jen still couldn’t believe it. She started a diet after hitting 200 lbs six months ago and not only has it failed but she actually GAINED fifty pounds! She was getting fatter and fatter and it seemed as if there was nothing she could do about it. Her breasts and belly were starting to get in the way of the scale’s numbers; she had to lean forward just to see the nail polish on her toes. Her arms and legs had completely lost all muscle definition, making it impossible to tell that she was once a soccer player and cheerleader just a year ago in college. She was now covered in a thick and jiggly layer of fat. Each of her butt cheeks touched the armrests of her chair now and her thighs rubbed together when she walked, ruining her favorite pair of daisy dukes. Climbing up to her fourth-floor apartment was now far more difficult than it had ever been; she was always out of breath by the time she climbed the last of the stairs. Her runs became more infrequent and much shorter thanks to how poor her fitness has become.

It did not matter what she tried, she just couldn’t help but pack on the pounds. Food was the only thing that helped with her stress; she had been sneaking a few too many cheat days in the name of relieving her stress and treating herself for working so hard. Why couldn’t her body just stay the same way, she wondered. Why did the food in her new city have to be so good? Why does working out have to be so hard? Why did that guy at work keep bringing her donuts nearly every day? It was all so infuriating.

Bargaining.

It was seriously time for Jen to try something new. She was nearing 300 lbs and for the third time, in need of a whole new wardrobe. Her belly could not be contained by any of her pants, shorts, or skirts; it hung over the waistband of all of her bottoms. The only shirt that still fit her was her tube top, leaving her entire soft, stretchmark-covered belly exposed for everyone to see. The only pants that she had that could fit over her fat, celulite-covered thighs was a large pair of sweatpants that she stole from an ex-boyfriend and even those were showing signs of being outgrown soon. Even her feet seemed to be getting fatter; the softness on top of her feet dug into the straps of her favorite flip-flops and her favorite high-heels she sometimes wore to work. Her face was swelling up with fat too; she had accumulated an extra chin and her cheeks were rounder than ever, almost like a hamster’s. Her shiny black hair still shone in the bathroom light; the one part of her that couldn’t get fatter.

Jen contemplated what to do but she was out of ideas. She tried to get on Ozempic but her health insurance providers were playing games with her. She tried intermittent fasting and getting used to not eating, but when she tried, she lost control and ate double her usual caloric intake for dinner because she was so hungry. She tried cooking her own food and starting a mediterranean diet but that didn’t seems to work either; perhaps it was because she would always douse her food with too much cheese and olive oil. Regardless, she desperately needed to find something because she was getting fatter fast and couldn’t figure out how to lose the weight. Maybe she should ask the donut guy at the office to bring fresh fruit instead.

Depression.

Well, it was offical, Jen was a fatty. At 360lbs, she was now a waddling bloated blimp of a woman. She needed to use a hand-mirror to read the scale because her belly and breasts were just too big. She only had three sets of clothes that fit her, all purchased in the last month and all slowly getting tighter with each passing day; a blouse and pencil skirt for work, a casual t-shirt and pair of shorts for errands, and a large nightdress that looked more like a tent. She spent her days working away and eating whatever she could get access to, having given up on her diet completely. She was easily the fattest girl at the office, especially now that Donna, who was 400 lbs with an even bigger belly, moved on to a different job. She felt everyone’s eyes as she waddled down the hallways. Her massive belly turned heads in cubicles, paused conversations, and even became the subject of gossip around the office. She saw one coworker looking at an older picture of her on the wall, one where her face was still thin, and did a double take as she walked by her. Her ass and hips have knocked over office supplies and framed photographs several times much to her embarrassment. A coworker once declined to step in the elevator with her despite the fact that Jen was the only other person on it. Jen even saw some pictures from her competition days and wanted to cry.

Fortunately, her luck began to turn. No, she didn’t lose any weight, she actually got a promotion that enabled her to work from home. No more walking up and down the stairs every day, no more walking to the train station, no more walking through the city, and no more being humiliated at work for her blimp of a body. All she had to do was sit on her gargantuan ass at home where she had access to all of the snacks she wanted. A welcome change, now she did not have to deal with the judgment of her coworkers. Shortly after this change in her life, she found herself sitting on her couch craving donuts. Perhaps she should give the donut guy at work a call, he was the only one who still treated her the same and did not make snide remarks regardless of how much she weighed.

Acceptance

A year and over a hundred pounds later, Jen was living the life. Her belly, now spread out all over her fat juicy thighs, served as a table as she happy scarfed down a dozen donuts. Her fat arms jiggled and swayed each time she grabbed one and put it to her fat, greedy mouth. Her fat, heavy legs were kicked up onto the coffee table and spread open so that her portable fan could blow underneath of her belly and right at her hot and sweaty crotch. She remained still so that the couch supporting her massive ass did not creak and groan so much, threatening to break right underneath of her. Her laptop was on the desk beside her, sitting dormant until she has another task to complete for work. Working at home has been great for her; now that she did not have to deal with her judgemental coworkers, her stress levels have gone way down and she found herself enjoying it a lot more. She was now able to do her work as well as relax and eat all day.

Jen was fat and there was nothing she could do about it nor did she want to; her cravings were just too strong. Even though she had received her less stressful promotion, it was too late to change, her fat and growing body now craved fatty sugary treats more than ever. Her appetite could only be sated by constant snacking, which she was more than happy to do as she typed away. She knew she would never get her toned body back but she stopped caring months ago. She was happy with her donuts and pastries.

Speaking of, she received a text from her boyfriend, the same guy from the office; he had just finished making an entire cheesecake and he was walking up the stairs now. Her overfed stomach, still ful of donuts, growled at the thought of the thick, decadent, creaminess of the cheesecake and her mouth salivated hungrily. She got up, still naked, and waddled over to the door, her belly swinging back and forth and her ass shaking up and down with each step. She didn’t need to lose weight, she didn’t need her toned body back, and she didn’t need to play sports ever again; she just needed that cheesecake.

[s1lverbullet29-blog]

JUST A LITTLE PUSH

When you first came to me you were small and petite. Couldn’t have been much over 140lbs. You kept in good shape, ate healthily and exercised regularly. It’s a good thing you met me.

At first it was small things like getting you to stay in some nights instead of going to the gym or making sure you have dessert after dinners. It was hardly noticeable and you didn’t notice, at-least not right away.

Gradually you’d stop going to the gym by your own volition, stating how “the membership cost too much” or “it was a hard day at work” but I could tell that, even if just on a subconscious level, you were enjoying your lazier life style.

Soon enough a couple days turned into weeks and weeks turned to months without any mention of the gym. I’d offer you to come with me, knowing full well that you wouldn’t, but you said that you were too tired. I knew you were sneaking in extra snacks whilst I was busy building muscle and training hard. I’d come back and you’d rush to pull your shirt down, hoping I wouldn’t notice your belly starting to poke out. I did. You were never a good liar. I’d find more wrappers in the bin after I got back. I knew you were starting to turn into a pig. You just didn’t know that it was exactly what I wanted.

You’d try to match your new clothes to your old ones so it looked like they were the same. You were so embarrassed to start with. I could always tell you were gaining. Your ass was swelling. Your belly sticking out more and more. You even started wearing my clothes to try and hide it, claiming that “they were more comfortable”. Everything was coming together.

I’d notice you’d get so easily out of breath whilst riding me, I’d have to put you on all fours and put in the effort myself as you took it. I bought a mirror beside the bed so you could see yourself on your hands and knees so you could see that you were getting closer and closer to the pig I needed you to be.

Then it happened, your first stretch marks started coming through. Bright red, just like your face whenever I’d trace them with my tongue. You started to catch on. You started to figure out what was happening but you knew you didn’t want to stop. It was such an easier life.

The first time I grabbed your belly and squeezed your chubby belly you let out a soft moan. So embarrassing for you but now I knew that it’s all you wanted. I started being more obvious. Your portions of food I made got bigger and I would start feeding you them by hand. My hands would find my way to your soft belly and fat thighs, grabbing handfuls of pudge. You’d moan and whimper and I could feel that you were getting wetter than ever before.

At 200lbs you started becoming my pig. You’d eat so much more, do so much less. You’d last only seconds in cowgirl before succumbing to the need to rest and just get fucked. You started eating so much more. You were ravenous for food and cock. Eating and fucking was all you wanted to do. The first time I called you piggy you just smiled and pulled me in. You had completely given in. There was just one problem. Your job.

It was a fairly active job and you found it harder and harder everyday. You were reaching 250lbs now. An increase of more than 100lbs. People at work took notice. Some people thought you were pregnant so they’d do the more physical things for you but even then it was too much for you. At the 300lb mark you made the decision. You quit your job. You weren’t interested in getting another. You just wanted to eat and fuck all day. How could I deny that? I didn’t.

You were so lazy now. Barely moving from the bed. You would lay there waiting for more food and more fun. You couldn’t help yourself. I remember your face when I suggested funnel feeding, so full of excitement and lust. You were addicted and there was no stopping you. Who knew that when I made those little suggestions years ago that you would become such a fat cow.

I had corrupted you. Turned you into something you never expected but deep down you always knew you wanted. You stopped caring about what the world thought and did what you wanted. You “ruined” your tight body and small stature. You were an obese hog now. Your belly protruded so far, it would spread itself over your huge thighs when you sat up like the tide coming in. Your pussy was hidden most of the time by your gut and fupa. It was a struggle to gain access but so worth it. You would scream and moan and burp so loud whenever I’d pleasure you. The outside world didn’t matter to you anymore. You were all mine. Just as I planned.

How can I describe such beautiful corruption? It was… is so perfect. You gave into everything that gives you pleasure. You gave into me. All the pounds and all the fun came from one little suggestion. It really didn’t take you long in the grand scheme of things. Now you’re mine. A 600lb whale constantly being fed and fucked. The life I always knew I wanted and the life you secretly always wanted. Even now you’ll sometimes make comments about “going back to the gym” or “eating healthier”. It’s okay though. You’re in denial sometimes. You find it hard to process that once you were that tiny, petite girl who worked so hard to say so but it’s okay now. You’re free. The only shackles keeping you down now is the weight of the mass you’ve become.

[feeders-guide-to-gainers]

2025 the year to be the biggest version of you!

Hello!!! I hope everyone had a good holiday! Quick life update!!! I have gone full gainer. I will be doing more of my feeder content as always but!!! I will be growing myself out on a few extra Lbs and I liked it so we are gonna keep it pushing!!

Growing in 2025

So yes I will be doing my best to get big this year, but also I wanna see the people around me reach their goals too!! Let’s get fuckin fat right!! Make sure your goals are attainable and not unrealistic! Small steps at a time!! Next if you have a feeder discuss what the year will look like. Weigh yourself with your feeder! They will be your biggest supporter! Celebrate the small victories!

My Goal and what it looks like

CW(Current Weight):175lbs

Height: 5’7

OGW(over all Goal Weight):200lbs by the end of the year!

Small Goal: 2-5lbs a month!

Currently eating: 2,500 calories a day!

Goal Eat:4,000 daily calories!

1 pound a week

Doesn’t have to look exactly like this but I would make goals for yourself or speak with your feeder.

Fun facts to get motivated to gain!

It helps keep heat in during those cold months!!! You get a built in heater!!

Can provide protection from bodily harm!! Fat is actually proven to be a shield to protect the organs from trauma.

Can potentially lower risk or additional pain from diseases like Rheumatoid Arthritis, and Chronic Pain disorders!

Better immune system!!!!

Strength can be attained with proper up keep!!! Gainers don’t start any form of fitness routine until you are fat enough!

Fatty perks!!

You can eat more!! Less leftovers means more opportunities to eat your food fresh!!!

You actually lower your mortality rate, scientists have proven people with bigger BMI live longer!

Fat people can get muscle easier.

For my true gainers!

Man tits

Hairy bellies

Stretch marks

Fat ass

More food

Rounder face

The feeling of jiggling when you walk anywhere.

I want to gain because being bigger will make me happy. As I have been packing it away already I have noticed a lot of different positive changes. One of those is happiness I feel confident and happy knowing I’m getting bigger each day!

Gain be bigger, talk to a feeder! Best of luck to all my piggies of 2025!

[deadmandead10845]

This is Brandon. Brandon is a 2L (second year) student at a top tier law school. He is a very hard worker putting himself through law school alone. He survives off a diet of ramen and similar cheap foods and hardly gets enough of it. He weighs just 150lbs. He just scored an offer from a big law firm which means he gets to spend his summer between 2L and 3L as a summer associate at lawyer salary. He can’t wait to have enough money to survive.

After spending a summer with money, Brandon learned how much he loved fine cuisines and eating out. He was at cocktail parties and drinking and eating a lot too. He was shocked to see on the scale that he gained 60lbs from May to September. Ultimately he felt defeated as he had no time to work out and lose weight as a 3L law student. He grew a patchy beard to try to cover his double chin, but everyone knew that he got porky.

Throughout his last year as a student, he kept up the eating and burned through the money he saved during the summer. After graduating, he started work at the firm but couldn’t wait to get his first paycheck. He was in no position to buy a new suit and it stopped fitting him. He knew that there was no chance the coat would button. Brandon wasn’t shocked this time when he stepped on the scale and saw 270lbs. He knew he’d been eating and he had no time to burn it off. He thought now that he was graduated he would have the time. He was so wrong.

Brandon was working 70-80 hour weeks coming home exhausted and often ordered takeout to the firm’s office. Within just a few months he had crossed 300lbs. He had never had access to so much money or food especially with the last 3 years being borderline starving on 79 cent ramen cups from the campus vending machines. It was impossible to resist grabbing a bite when he could.

Before he knew it, Brandon had already outgrown all of his new suits. All of the other associates had put on a few pounds too and Brandon kept telling himself it was the same thing. The difference was the associates were maybe 20lbs heavier and had dad bods, and he was nearly 80lbs heavier coming close to 360lbs. He had never been heavier in his life and had never dreamed of being half the size he was. He was out of control. Not even 2 years ago, he was just under 200lbs.

It felt like everyday that Brandon would rip something, pop a button, or knock something over with his immense size and girth. He was getting really self conscious of his weight until one of the paralegals took a liking to him. At this point, Brandon was 32, single, unhappy with his body, well over 400lbs, and spending most of his life in the office. Brandon thought the paralegal was joking when he called him handsome. After whittling away at Brandon, he finally asked him out and they became boyfriends. His name was James.

Brandon knew something was up with him because whenever they were intimate, James would play with his belly and comment on his size. He would even dress up in Brandon’s massive suits and pants. It wasn’t until Brandon’s 33rd birthday when James brought a family sized cake to his apartment. Brandon thought maybe this was a surprise party and his friends were hiding in the other room, but James brought it with the intention to feed it all to him. Every time Brandon would eat a slice, James would spend a few seconds sucking him 0ff, but when he got somewhat close, would stop and wait until Brandon ate another slice. After two tiring hours, Brandon had finished the entire cake and finished HARD into James. Brandon spent the entire week thinking about how hot that interaction was and asked James to do it again.

Within weeks, this became the normal and Brandon and James had introduced food into their nightly routine and consequently Brandon began to pile on the pounds. This headshot of him at 450lbs was probably the last time he was able to close a suit around his girth. Now that James was appreciating him for his size, he didn’t hate how he looked anymore and embraced that he was the big guy in the firm. The other associates couldn’t recognize him from when he started working there.

Brandon and James have been dating for a few years now, and Brandon’s belly really showed for it. He was just over 520lbs and he loved it. He had to get a second seat on the plane when he traveled for work, learned the tricks to how to get a meal expensed and would get massive amounts of food expensed so he could outgrow his next suit. He looked forward to outgrowing clothes thanks to James.

At 38, Brandon made partner. He was at his heaviest as always but he was really struggling to stay mobile. Brandon was tipping scales at 660lbs and still happy with James. They were now engaged to be married and planning a wedding.

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Quite the glow-up, wouldn't you say?" Jessie somewhat sarcastically addressed her followers. "Well, for all you girls looking to join a nice sorority at a good university, this is what you have to expect. I'm just two weeks away from earning my Bachelor's. Pretty much all the craziest rumors you've heard are true. Yes, you will fuck hundreds, if not thousands of guys because the parties are constant and unavoidable and even if you think you can hold back and say no.... your college insurance will prescribe you so many different drugs you'll be too horny to think clearly 90% of the time. You will be prescribed breast growth pills, fertility drugs, drugs that lower your IQ, and straight up aphrodisiacs on top of all that (spoiler alert, those other ones increase your libido, too. A healthy libido at Uni according to your insurance is basically considered desperate to be fucked 24/7, so much so you will be playing with yourself, grinding your seat and other things around you, uncontrollably all the time.) And to make matters worse these drug will also inflate your pussy, those TikToks girls post are not staged, the girls don't over-pump their pussies and then post videos like 'look what my college did to my vagina!' oh no--your pussy will just look like that after a while and yes, having a giant, swollen, so-wet-it's-drooling, jiggly jello mound of a pussy between your legs will make you even hornier on top of everything else.

You will get pregnant. Don't even bother bringing birth control or giving yourself that 'I'll have no kids at college' pep talk. You're going to pump out kids like a farm cow. No matter what your scholarship is from. Gymnastics? Soccer? Modeling? Volleyball? Playing piano? You'll spend more time at college with a belly so full of kids you can hardly walk than you won't, trust me. It will get to a point where your sorority sisters roll you to class in a wheelchair for the last two months of your pregnancy because you're literally carrying a dozen kids. And yes, you'll still be going to frat parties, getting wasted, smoking like a chimney, and trying all kinds of drugs with your friends while you're that big. I remember just before I gave birth two months ago (yes, I'm pregnant again already, duh), I was led to this room upstairs, sitting on a huge round bed in this purple-lit fuck room they had. I was in the middle, beside two girls on my left, two on my right, all of us just as pregnant as I was, carrying between ten and fifteen kids, all basically immobile. We were sitting there getting fucked by a line out the door of men, mounting our huge bellies, as we made out, drinking, passing each other a bong between cigarettes, all of us on MDMA, giggling like lunatics, moaning like porn stars, lifting each others giant, oversized udders and doing lines of coke off them. And this was just a normal frat party for us....

Yes, you will gain weight like the cow you're meant to be. I got off kind of easy, but expect to put on at least 150-200lbs, bare minimum. All you'll eat is junk, guys will force feed you no matter what your major is, so you'll get a fatter ass for them to pound away on. Plus, it just amuses guys to see girls get fat.... And lastly, say goodbye to your pretty, perky tits. You think mine are big? You should see some of the other girls in my sorority. They don't even make cupsizes big enough for them. Your breasts will become bloated, giant udders that will be too big to ever actually feed a kid. They will exist only to be used by men like giant, milk-filled stress balls and punching bags, and of course play things for your fellow sorority sisters.... sooo, did you girls get all that? You'll come here thin, athletic, beautiful, healthy, smart, with no kids, small boobs, and only a couple romantic partners to your name.... by the time you graduate? You'll be well fattened, super lazy and only caring about pleasure, your IQ fried from partying and booze and all the drugs (which is to say nothing about the actual IQ-lowering drugs they decide to put you on...), your physique demolished, looking like a depraved hentai parody of yourself, like some horny boy's dream version of you in his masturbatory fantasies, brought to life. You'll have over twenty kids, probably over thirty, and that's just while you're here. You'll be addicted to sex, addicted to pushing out pile after pile of kids like a mindless farm animal..... is that what you girls want? Well.... if the comments and DMs I get every day asking hungrily if you'll become just like me are any indication, I say you girls all can't wait to be cock-obsessed baby factories with breasts that weight almost half of your pre-college weight a piece....

[plumpybread]

For your genshin au, if somebody were not a native to fontaine, and they start at say 200lbs, a similar size to how you portray Lyney, how quickly would they gain weight if they were there for say, a week or 2 vs a month or 2 vs a more extended period of time?

Visiting Fontaine means knowing you will come out with extra weight no matter what. Tourists who stay at Fontaine for a short while accept the extra weight and shed it off once they're back to their hometown, but it really is just unavoidable to get very fat the longer you stay in that region.

The biggest victims of this tend to be businessmen, who are required to stay in the cities' walls for a week or even a couple months, and the results vary wildly cause of it. If a 200lbs Liyuean merchant were to have to stay at Fontaine for business reasons, he could easily put on a hundred pounds in just a couple months. Or if he had to stay a whole year, well... He would come back home with hundreds of extra pounds, and at that point it would become too hard to lose it anymore.

It's incredibly rude to decline a meal in Fontaine, and when all the residents celebrate and mourn everything with three-course meals made out of heavily processed foods, it's kind of unavoidable.

[roboticchibitan]

There's something I think about a lot, which is that my mom deliberately raised me to never be ashamed of who I was. Her parent's didn't do a very good job of that with her. She told me once that she made sure to never insult my looks because her mom made mean comments about hers that stuck with her her entire life. It always felt natural to me that my mom was always on my side and thought I was awesome, but as an adult I know that she must've been deliberate about the way she raised us.

The thing is, I developed really strong body dysmorphia as a teenager and had a lot of self esteem issues related to my weight. Nobody ever called me fat. Not my mom or a bully or anyone. But my mom hated on herself for being fat in front of me all the time. I just picked it up by osmosis because she was my role model.

Now I'm like "I'm fat and butch and hot," but when I initially started gaining weight from taking antipsychotics, I was VERY upset. I suddenly realized, "Oh, I wasn't fat before. But I definitely am now." It felt control over my body was something that my psychosis had taken from me. I was so angry about it.

But all that work my mom put in to make me a confident person helped me in my quest to overcome my internalized fatphobia. I decided I didn't want to diet and try to lose weight until I was happy the way I was, because I was afraid, due to my realization about my earlier body dysmorphia, that I would start dieting and it would never be enough and I would always want to be skinnier and skinnier and would just continue to hate myself no matter how much weight I lost.

It was a long journey from 20 year old me gaining 100lbs to the me now who weighs over 200lbs and loves wearing crop tops and thinks fat butches with salt and pepper hair are the hottest people on the planet. And the way my mom raised me both helped and hurt me in that process. The things she did deliberately helped me.

But watching her hate herself my entire childhood rubbed off on me, and I think it's tragic that she tried so hard but in some ways failed due simply to her own insecurities.

I think it's really important for parents to realize that they can pass their insecurities on to their kids. My mom realized this, to a large degree in the sense of not perpetuating cycles, but she missed the "monkey see monkey do" part of raising kids in relation to her own insecurities.

So if you have kids or might have kids in the future, don't insult yourself in front of them. Kids look up to their parents, especially when they are really young. They learn how to view themselves by watching how their parents view themselves. If you're trying to be deliberate about breaking cycles, don't let this be your blind spot.