#EAT BIG FAT TACOS!

[nekkyousagiart]

[qeyond]

all these wammy house bitches (except near) are out here eating mass amounts of sugar and its like, WHERE is my savoury boy?

it's matt deathnote. he's the savoury boy, eating boat loads of french fries with ranch and mello is feeling ill watching him shove a Checkers Big Buford into his gullet

[sneakysnoo]

packed to the gills

[pedge-page]

I loved your Mother Who Indulges fic. Never read a lactation kink fic before and the combination of Joel liking the breastmilk so much that he actually gains weight from it was really good.

The way you wrote Joel enjoying the milk, the scene with him sneaking to the refrigerator, getting off on the sensation of his bigger body and then surprised that Reader helps him finish drink off the milk glorious.

I was wondering if you would be interested in writing more fat!Joel feeling good as a bigger man (Has Tommy said anything to Joel about his weight gain?).

I was wondering if you'd like to write a scene where Joel is enjoying a meal, then he has to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants because he's getting uncomfortably full.

Thank you !! I'm glad to have introduced you to some new combination of kinks and concepts for Joel! Idk if you meant for this ask to be smutty (probably not) but my brain just kept writing so I hope you still enjoy!

This can be read with Mother Who Provides and Mother Who Indulges, or as a standalone

Extra Helpings

Fat!Joel x F!Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, feeding, cockwarming, talks of weight gain, breastfeeding, food play, vaginal fingering, oral f receiving, cum eating, dom!Joel this time around, slight anal fingering, brief daddy kink

18 + ONLY

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Now that Joel was a few sizes larger than last year prior to your baby being born, neither of you really let it deter your fun. In fact, he seemed to be in a much chipper mood than before. Having more energy with you and the baby, smiling bigger and brighter, and --not that its a big deal or anything--much much hornier.

Its as though before Joel wasn't really giving himself the right kind of nutrients. Just eating enough to get by, not really paying attention to vitamins or fats or anything.

When he looks in the mirror now, he feels... good. In a very odd sense. With his near beer gut middle pertruding out, he would not even come close to "fit" physically, though his line of work still gets his heart pulsing and muscles flexing better than most his age. But the sheer effort it takes to get up, the way he lumbers and feels the weight of himself shift...its like his ego is blooming physically. He's a bigger man for it.

Joel tucks his hands underneath the swell, giving himself a good lift. Shit, he really has gotten thick. Bouncing lightly on his heels , he turns to his side in the mirror just to see the vast amount of space his profile now takes up.

It makes his loins ache. Especially how you were begging him to fuck you missionary, feeling his new body up and caging you beneath him with no room to escape but to take it all...

Hes gonna get a boner before dinner even starts.

He's gotta say, beastmilk was like super serum, and not just for babies but for grown men too. Now that he was bigger, that also meant a bigger man with a bigger appetite. and you were very happy to indulge.

Joel plops down heavily at the dinner table. You had been chopping some taco ingredients and marinating chicken all day, so he was exceedingly excited for dinner. rubbing his hands together, you set down his plate of 10 warmed tortillas and enough fixings to feed a large family.

He smiles back up to you as you stroke his rosy cheeks. "There's more on the stove if you run out, I'll heat it up for you."

He kisses your palm. "You're so good to me."

you giggle and take your seat. "Eat up, big boy."

And he did. Joel woofed down 8 tacos easily in the first few minutes, grease and bits of melted cheese dribbling down his fingers and wrists before slurping it back up and sucking his digits clean. You ended up making half dozen more before he started to slow down, adjusting himself in the chair.

Joel coughed, raising himself uncomfortably then sitting back down with a wiggle. "Shit, m'gettin--kinda full."

"Don't force yourself, baby, when you're done, you're done--"

Instead, your husband leans back in his seat, his tightened flannel shirt riding up his ridiculously pronounced belly. he skillfully slits hiis fingers below his pudge, and the click of his belt comes undone, followed by a relieving pop of his jean button. "ughghhyeah--" he groans, his belly, no longer restrained, doing the rest of the work by forcing the zipper down fully so that all his extra stuffed gut can breathe.

Your jaw is still open, eyes refusing the depart as you watch it bounce and settle. He's a little proud of himself by your dumbfounded look, smirking and wiping his mouth with a napkin. He gives you a show by sitting up and letting you marvel at the little extra jiggle.

"What? I like ya cookin," he chides, getting you to blink and resettle your focus a little higher again. It doesn't help how blown wide your pupils are, the way you shift and clench your thighs. His eyes glaze down your body, licking his lower lip slowly as if he's about to have his main course. Palming his growing bulge, he grunts, "How bout desert?"

"I--made--made you--uh--" your face was warm, legs squeezing together, unable to stop your gaze from drifting downward every so often at the enormous swell in the middle and his brazen display of pants drawn open at the dinner table.

Joel's large chunky hand glides up along your thigh, the heat of it making your insides churn deliciously. he keeps riding it up, up, up, under your little shorts and towards your center.

"Can ya spread for me? Always make me such nice things to eat. Can't stop eatin what ya put in front of me. Wanna give this one a taste," he whispers darkly.

You part your legs as two fingers slither through your soaked folds. Despite your gasp, you spread wider, letting Joel play and pat your wet juices. He curls his fingers inward, scooping some of your arousal before withdrawing and shoving the sticky solution into his mouth with a moan.

"mmmm oh babygirl, that's so sweet," he hums, eyeing you from the side with a devious smirk as he boldly licks and sucks his fat digits clean. He smacks his lips with each one, savoring the salty tangly flavor--the best taste in the whole world.

"Ya said you made me somethin too?" he asks softly, rocking back and patting his belly casually as if he wasnt just fingering you under the table and sucking your juices clean.

"i--cookies..." you choke, wondering why you feel so empty now. "I wanna feed you cookies."

He shurgs and gestures for you to get on with it, and you don't wait a second. Stumbling into the table slightly before gathering the fresh warm plate you had just baked from the oven.

Joel claps his hands together like a giddy child. With his legs spread wide, you straddle his thighs, your stomached pressed against his lower belly. He wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you flush, whining as the hardened, wet print of his clothed cock kisses your warm pussy.

"Take this off." He helps you shuck off your top, leaving your swollen breasts exposed. "oohhh yeah..." he rolls his tongue, clicking at the beautiful sight of you naked on his lap. You can feel his hands instinctually take their place on your tits, cupping and massaging them in his beefy grips.

You giggle, moaning a little before taking a larger chocolate chip cookie and presenting it to his greedy lips. Joel opens his mouth as wide as possible with a dramatic "aaahhh" as you slot it in for a generous bite.

"Milk n' Cookies!" he grumles through his chewing.

You tilt your head in confusion , were it not for the way he opens his mouth again, a few crumbs spilling down your chest, ducks his head lower and latches on to your breast.

"mm--mm--mm" he hums loudly between each gulp of your sweet milk.

"Fuck," you whisper, closing your eyes. Your hips work on their own, grinding down on his bulge to relieve the pressure that was building in your stomach.

He pulls away with a pop, kissing the little pebble of milk left from your nipple. "How bout Milk n Cookies with a good ol cockwarm for me?" he suggests, gripping your hips and humping you harder against him.

"Ah huh," you babble, using your free hand to pull his cock from his boxer slit and shove it underneath your shorts, aligning to your slit.

"There we go-that's it baby--that's it--sink right down--thereyago!"

You both sigh contently. With his stomach and your cunt filled to the brim, you kiss his nose lovingly before getting back to his cookie munching and titty sucking routine. all while slowing bouncing on his throbbing member.

"Joel--I can't--can't do it--"

he finishes his last swallow of your milk before helping set the plate down on the table behind you. "Ya did it, baby. Let Daddy take care of the rest."

He plants his feet flat on the floor, leaning back slightly, gripping your ass and thrusting upwards.

you fall forward, a moaning, useless mess as Joel uses you like a little fleshlight.

Sweaty and pressed fully against his large frame, comforted by the extra fat now built there, you hug him tightly as he pounds up into your squelching pussy.

"Like that, huh? Like gettin me all fat, every fuckin' day, just so you can sit on my cock and ride me?"

Yeah! Yeah fuck--fuck yes Joel--love it, love you so much!"

"Yeah? Everyone keeps askin me what I been up to, gettin this big. told em my wife feeds me, s'all. Think they're jealous, baby. They want a good little housewife who lets em suck her fat tits all day fill them up. Ain't sharin ya with no one."

You nod into his shoulder, cross eyed and too blissed to answer anymore.

"Joel forces his thumb into your mouth. Saliva and drool coat it sloppily before he draws away and spanks your ass cheek, smiling as it jiggles. The room is filled with skin slapping and your babbling pants.

His thumb brushes over your butt, inching closer to your other unoccupied hole. He presses down with the tip, the pressure againdt the rim of your hole sends jolts of pressure. Theres a moment of panic that settles over you: Joel was always blessed with strong, delft large fingers. But since his bodily change, they've only gotten proportionally thicker, ans that means extra stretch for you. He works around in circular motions before being able to slit inside, guiding you up and down with his thumb in your ass as anchor.

"Tommy even makin' comments. Kid thinks he knows shit. Told em, I said I was eating pussy, drinkin' milk, and gettin my cock sucked every hour, every day, and ya cooked me whatever the fuck I wanted. Does that sound like a bad bet? Hell no, fuckin' heaven is what is it."

"Joel, baby, I'm bout to--"

he lifts the two of you up and sets your back flat against the table, spreading your legs wide. Joel growls like a beast before letting his mouth latch on to your mound, eating you out.

its all tongue and slurping and sucking on your twitching clit. You whimper over and over again until you're gripping his hair and cumming, pistoning your pussy into his jaw as he drinks your orgasm for all its worth.

"That's my good Momma," he gasps, twisting and scissoring his thick digits deep inside you and slamming your spot repeatedly. All while his tongue swirls in fast circles around your swollen clit.

Your head rolls to the side, still heaving from your high as Joel jerks his red, beating member to completion over your body. "FUCK!" He grunts, spewing ropes of his creamy seed all over your tits.

You yelp and laugh when he crashes on top of you to lick it all clean, sucking his salty cum and your sweet cream all in one go like a messy dog lapping at peanut butter. The newly padded layers of his body cushion you securly under him, not that you minded at all. In fact, you welcomed the warm, heavy feel of him surrounding you, strong and secure, hugging him close as the two of you suck air, breathing in the table of cookies, tacos and sex.

he plants his lips between the junction of your breastbone. "You're always gonna be my favorite snack, ya know that?"

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[thrasherella]

[warning: drug use - marijuana]

Werebear boyfriend who is the chillest

like

absolute epitome of stoner boy

he invites you over to his big, cozy den

cottagecore vibes for sure; lots of earthy tones and wooden touches

sitting next to him on his couch

his figure towers over you

your mind starting to wander to thoughts of what else those large, thick fingers are capable of doing while he rolls you both a joint

licking your lips as you watch his deft tongue flick out against the paper to seal it

wishing it was dragging across your skin instead...

smoking always makes him so horny

it doesn't take long for those fingers to find their way to your breasts, your hips, your thighs; squeezing and teasing you in just the right ways, testing your skin gently with blunt claws, goosebumps creeping along your neck and arms.

he fucks you so good right there on the couch

pulling you onto his lap

making you sit on his fat cock

helping you bounce up and down along his thick length

making sure you take every inch of him as he fills you completely

"Fuuuck baby, you're taking me so well...that's it, such a pretty girl..."

afterwards he takes you out for taco bell

and after a glorious meal he drives you around for a bit

listening to the radio and talking

the streetlights shining through the windows on his dark brown fur making him look almost velvety.

he rolls another joint and finds a somewhat private spot to park and pulls you into the backseat

eating your pussy like he was starved

his tongue thrusting all the way inside

nose bumping against your swollen clit

making you squirm and writhe beneath him deliciously as he takes his time

seemingly unconcerned about the possibility that someone could walk up on the car at any moment

making you cum over and over into his waiting mouth, greedily lapping up your juices

some dripping down his chin

"Mmmm baby you taste so sweet..."

he then finally climbs on top of you

as much as he can in the cramped space of the car

your bodies so close together as he slides in his thick, throbbing cock in one smooth motion

your breath catches in your throat as he makes you take his entire length, bottoming out

your abdomen swelling

grunting and growling as he pounds you relentlessly

hard and fast

making the car shake and rock

"take all my cock you little slut, I know you can take it, that's a good girl..."

when you finally make it back to his place

he puts on a movie and you collapse together on the couch

you laying on top of his large frame

head on his soft, furry chest

hearing his strong and steady heartbeat every time you press your ear against him

one of his big arms around you, warm against your lower back

you're not even halfway through the movie when you both fall asleep

[hungrykeaton]

Sorry for moaning and grunting so much, I'm just so full of fucking taco meat and beer I feel like I'm about to explode. 🥵

I'm laying on the couch right now with my big fat drunk gut pushing straight up into the air. Ugh it's so fucking full right now but it feels so good.

I'm so glad I'm so full right now, I just love being packed to the absolute maximum. I wanna be filled with food even past when I want it to stop 😩

Ugh I just couldn't stop eating but even now I think In a little bit I'll eat some more. I have to have more, I'm such a big fat gluttonous pig. I can't control myself. I'm a drunk gluttonous hog that just wants MORE shoved inside of me.

Bring on the food please, more food even though I cant stomach another bite. I wanna be surrounded by it while I currently stuffed to the absolute maximum just because I know I'll keep eating. I know I can't control myself, I just wanna keep pumping myself bigger and fuller with food so my gut just fucking BLIMPS!

Please tell me how fucking round and stuffed my gut looks. Tell me how it looks like it's going to fucking explode but that I should keep finding more food to fill it with 😩

[jadipose]

Well into this website and filling out this order, there's finally the extras menu. Apparently stuff one can add extras for their delivery girl to do or help with when she gets there.

It's a fun joke so far for ordering from this place for big servings and apparently also to order a cute girl for the night, too. What was this website called again? 'PreyDrop'? Eating her fill and maybe a cutie to help her out, from what she's understanding? Why not?

Now, these extras. There's loads here, some of them more appealing than others. Sex? Probably not, no. Sauce on the side? Do a little dance? Hrrrm. Oh, hand-feeding? Belly rubs? Those sound more up her alley, right?

Porrim finds herself tapping options idly on a delivery app she's never used before, and when she comes across the "hand-feeding" portion, has to do a double take.

Okay, this must be some kind of sex thing, then... right? 'Prey-Drop'... well shit.

She rubs her gut as it bulges up in front of her, a boulder of fat that weighs almost a hundred pounds in just her midsection.... Her belly growls under all that flab, having recently been stretched to the size of an armchair.

Good lord, she's hungry.

Porrim winds up splurging a bit on the food, but the prices seem awful good for delivery. She's ordered a porterhouse steak, two plates of cheesy pasta, a tray of tacos and... why not.... the cheesecake.

She specifies that she'd like a delivery girl, and she'd like to be hand-fed, and have her stomach massaged during. A dance sounds cute... but she specifies that it's optional.

All in all, it comes out to just under $70? That simply can't be right... right?

[softchubbygirl]

I want you to punish me. Punish me for being a greedy little pig while I try and consume everything you throw at me like a starving hog. (SFW punishment/non-sexual)

You’d wake me up in the morning with breakfast in bed, a cute outfit set on the dresser for me to wear, and a couple plans filling your head for the day. You’d tell me all about them, about how fat I’m going to be today. I’ll blush and nod as I eat my breakfast, squirming in bed at the thought of how much food I���d get to consume, and you’ll laugh when I start eating faster, I need to fulfill those plans of yours.

The clothes you picked out were cute (a button up and some jean shorts) and would fit me comfortably, although I know that won’t be true for long. On the way out you grab a bag full of snacks, handing me one as we make our way to the car, and I eat it with joy. You hold the door open and watch me get in the car, noticing how my side of the car tends to drop a little as I do, “Gosh you’re so fat.” You’ll say, and I’ll blush in embarrassment as I buckle up my seatbelt.

On the way to the diner, you tell me to eat as many snacks as I want, and that there is plenty, so I do, and when we arrive at our first stop of the day, I’ve already had to adjust the belt holding my pants up by one. You’d pat my belly, looking me in the eyes, and tell me I’m going to do great today. I’d beam with excitement as we both get out of the car, walking a bit fast so we can get started.

After being seated, you order for the both of us. You insisted on ordering for me today, and I agreed, as long as I was eating, I wouldn’t care.

This second breakfast would be way bigger than the stuff you fed me at home, and waayyy more fattening. You would order me extra waffles on top of the 2 huge ones that already come with the meal, bacon, eggs, maybe a muffin, and a large glass of water (we love staying hydrated). Your plate would be nothing compared to mine, you would’ve eaten before we left, so the plate in front of you would always just end being for me to eat, which I would. I’d start with my plate first, drenching my waffles in sweet, thick, gooey syrup. I’d usually eat with utensils, but the excitement from plans you’d have for the day excite me too much, and I’d grab the first waffle, fold it like a taco, filling it with bacon and eggs, and take a big bite.

“Greedy pig hm?” You’d whisper in my ear as you reach under the table, hand gripping my belly thats being held in by my jean shorts . I’d blush and continue to eat, my hands getting stickier and when I’m done with my plate I’d start licking my fingers clean. You’d pull my empty plate from in front of me and replace it with yours. I’m excited and dig in once more, taking sips of water to help this second plate down, and when I’m done with that I’ll move onto the muffins. When I’m finally done you’d stack the plates and call the waiter over, “Is there anything else I can get for you?” She’d ask, and you’d look at me while gently squeezing my belly under the table, “A large fruit smoothie to go please.” You’d hand her your card while my belly would rumble at the thought of a smoothie.

When the waiter leaves you’ll look to me and squeeze my belly a little harder, “That’s not for you porky, you were too greedy, it’s only the second meal of the day.”

I’ll pout and cross my arms. When the waiter returns with “your” smoothie, you’d leave her a tip and help me up as we head back out the car.

Once outside, you’ll pinch one of my rolls, “Be a good piglet and get in the back seat for me.” I would have no clue what was happening and pout. After I had climbed into the back seat, you’d join me on the other side, grabbing something from the trunk first before you do.

“Good little piggies have to have manners,” you’d say as you pulled out a funnel. I would pout again, but the sight of the funnel only makes me squirm in excitement. You’d tell me to face you, and hold the smoothie. As I hold the smoothie I decide to take a sip before you finish settling down and you chuckle, “Such a greedy pig today, looks like you’ll need another punishment later.” I blush and look away, but you’d pull my chin back towards you and tell me to open up.

As I open my mouth, you gently place the funnel in my mouth and take the smoothie from my hands. I watch as you tease me, shaking the smoothie around, tasting it yourself, before finally pouring it into the funnel. Before the smoothie even reaches my lips, I’m already sucking, wanting the thick liquid to reach my lips faster, and when they do it’s pure bliss.

I’d squirm in the back seat, my shorts feeling tighter as I suck down the smoothie, “Look at you so greedy, already half way done,” you’d say as you pour the rest of the smoothie in the funnel, other hand reaching for my shorts. You’d adjust the belt as best you could with one hand, freeing up space as I suck down the last of the smoothie, leaving not a drop left. I’ll pant when I’m finally done, leaning back in bliss. You begin to clean up, and then make your way on my lap, “Does someone need belly rubs?” I nod, groaning and huffing from everything so far.

“Hmm, I guess since I’m so nice, I’ll give you a little belly rub, only because I want you to eat so much more today.” And with that you’d massage my belly, which would end up making me burp, I’d say excuse me, afraid if I forgot my manners you’d stop massaging. It just felt so good when you do it.

You’d tell me to stay in the back seat, and I do. You begin taking off to our next stop. Or should I say stops? I watch as you drive around to a couple fast food places, grabbing a meal from one, and another from others. I’ll lick my lips and you’ll catch me doing so in the mirror, “You have to have patience piggy, greedy piggies don’t get dessert.” I pout for the third time and lean back into my seat. When you finally hit the last restaurant, you start driving towards the park, passing me a couple fries as you do so. I smile and eat them gladly.

When we arrive at the park, you take us to a secluded spot and park the car, the trunk facing away from prying eyes. You’d tell me to get out of the car, and wait for a surprise. I struggle to do so, my belly filled with breakfast, but I’m still craving more. You’d get around the back of the car and lift open the spacious trunk to reveal a picnic blanket and pillows laid out nicely.

“I’ll help you in,” you’d help me up, my belly feeling heavy as I crawl and get comfy between the pillows, “I’ll grab the food from the front, be a patient piggy won’t you?”

I would nod and lean back, looking down at my belly, patting it gently, readying myself for more delicious fattening food. And when you’d come back around with the food I’d perk up, and reach for the food, maybe as a a gesture to help you out, but mostly because I want to dig in, and I do.

The bag you’d hand me would have the most delicious smell and I wouldn’t be able to wait. I’d open the bag, tearing it a little as a I do, and get to work on the burger and fries the bag held.

I wouldn’t notice your eye roll and smirk as you climb in, sitting in front of me and shaking your head, but I do notice when you begin to crawl in front of me, gripping my thigh with one hand, and the other reaching for my shorts, “ Porkyyyy~ I told you to be patient.”

You’d pull out a smaller thinner belt from behind one of the pillows and tie it around whatever belly is protruding from the top of my pants and pull it tight, not too tight, but enough to make me squirm with discomfort. I swallow whatever bite I had taken and gasp, “I’ll decide when to take this off, for now you keep eating like the greedy fatty you are.”

I’d squirm in discomfort, but we’d both know we’re both enjoying this. I eat what’s left of the burger and large fries and groan when I’m done, I’ll start to beg, “Please, I’ll be a good piglet I swear.”

You’d look me up and down, proud of how I look in this moment and smirk, “Mmm, I don’t know~ I don’t think I could trust such a greedy pig, maybe if you ate a bit more,” and you’d grab the next bag, pulling out a massive burrito.

I’d almost start to drool, knowing exactly where it’s from, and reach for it.

“Nuh uh, I’m feeding this to you, say ahh~” I’d obey and open my mouth, taking a huge bite and chewing slowly before finally swallowing, every bite would make me feel like I’m about to pop, but I keep doing so anyways.

“There you go, such a good piglet,” one of your hands would reach for the bits of my belly poking out from the belts, your fingers pressing against the fabric of my shirt, and I’ll wince, but keep eating. “Look at you, being tied up for such bad behavior, tsk tsk.” You’d pinch a bit of my gut and I’d moan, cheeks blushing and face becoming red from embarrassment.

“Embarrassed are we,” you gently shove the last bite of the burrito into my mouth, “Well hopefully that means you’ve learned.” And you’d take the thinner belt off, my belly instantly feeling relief and I’ll huff and puff from the sudden change in pressure. You’ll bring a straw to my lips, and I’d take a few hearty sips of the sweet drink presented to me and when I’m done I’d look to the other bag left sat next to you.

“Hm? Wanting more?” You’d ask and look down at my belly, placing your hands at my sides and giving it a little shake. “Oh fuck-“ I’d gasp, my breath shortening from the sudden movement.

You grab the other bag, pulling out another burger, this one almost double in size from the last, “I don’t know if this pork bun can fit anymore meat,” you’d say as you caress my belly, the fabric barely moving from its place, “Maybe we should loosen this belt then,” I would nod, eyes focused on the burger in your hand, mouth watering at how savory it looks. You’d make your way to undo my belt, and realize that it can’t be loosened anymore and you smirk, taking it off and looking at the mess you’ve created. The relief of the belt wasn’t as much as I’d think it would’ve been, and I gasp for another breath.

“Looks like you’ll need new clothes,” you’d press your hand gently on my swelled belly, and begin feeding me the large burger, “I would love if we could make your button pop off, it would be so hot.”

I’d feel my waistband become tighter and tighter with very bite of the burger, but when you finish feeding me the burger, we are saddened that it didn’t pop.

“Hmm maybe next time,” you’d would say teasingly, but I don’t want to wait for next time.

“More, please I need more!”

“Hmm I don’t know, someone’s been so greedy today, i don’t think piggy deserves more food.”

I’d whine and push my belly out in your direction, “Please, please, I need to eat, I’m staaarving!”

You’d smirk and reach over me to the backseat, pulling out the funnel, “Well let’s see, we have whatever’s left of this drink, and this milkshake I bought with food,” you say turning around and grabbing the milkshake, “Maybe we could mix something up.”

I’d nod and pant, my hands moving to my belly, pressing and massaging as you get the funnel ready again. I let out burp after burp until once again you tell me to open my mouth.

“Look at you, so greedy, I wonder if my punishments ever really do make you learn,” you’d say as you begin pouring the liquid down. I don’t suck this time, I take gulp after gulp instead.

The milkshake would taste so sweet and so good, my belly feeling tighter and tighter with each gulp, and on the last gulp, there would be a pop, and sudden relief.

The button would hit you, not very hard, but enough to make you look down and smile. My shorts had popped open, zipper instantly unzipped, and my belly now engulfing the denim fabric that held it hostage.

I’d gasp and and groan of relief, instantly feeling a little less full from the lack of pressure. You’d look at my shirt, seeing my belly peak out between the buttons and smile, “Your next.”

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This was a bit long, but I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing this (take it as a early Christmas present). I just have so many scenarios in my head that I don’t think will ever come to fruition. I really should have a talk with my partner. I just want to be fed and fattened 😖 Speaking of, I ate a full 14” pizza by myself last night and drank most of a 2 liter soda this morning, it felt so good, but I know I could’ve eaten more 😓 it’s just so hard encouraging myself.

Also i know my writing style is a bit wonky, im working on it, I haven’t written anything in ages 😓

I’m gonna attempt to write something for Christmas as well so stay tuned :3

[sterekchub]

Stiles gets cursed into the werehog, growing bigger and fatter as he gorges. Swelling stronger and hairy with tusks poking out of his mouth. Derek actually loving the massive horny Hog stiles becoming as the man encourages the truck crushing boar to gorge from a trough, swelling bigger and bigger, mass so much that even Derek struggles with his werewolf strength, all whilst the growing giant of a boar Stiles belches, shaking the entire town, as he wants his fifth breakfast before his first lunch is ready.

You had me with Stiles being so heavy even Derek struggles to lift him. 😄

It takes embarrassingly long for people to notice the curse. Stiles….eats like a college kid with an unlimited meal plan, so him scarfing down food isn’t new. And even before he was cursed, the freshman 15 hit him hard before the first semester was even over. Scott only starts to get a hint something is wrong when he watches Stiles load up his tray one day and everything is piled on top of each other

No seperate plates, no nicely portioned mashed potatoes next to the burger next to the Mac and cheese…..it’s one heaping, disgusting pile. Pizza thrown on top, the apple crumble tossed on stop of mashed potatoes that are smothering the 2 burgers underneath…it’s gross even for college bro standards. And Stiles digs into it like it’s the best meal he’s had. Eats it down in record time, pats his belly with a belch, and waddles back for more.

Defintely the time that Scott calls Derek. And despite a lot of research, they can’t figure out what’s wrong or how to fix it. And really, Derek isn’t even trying that hard. Stiles is still Stiles, except now he’s eating so often, it’s hard to have a conversation with him without food flying from his mouth, words muffled by mouthfuls of food, or burps interrupting every other sentence.

Derek is the enabler. Stiles is hungry? He’ll drive them to get pancakes. An hour later when Stiles looks bloated and swollen still but grunts he wants tacos? Derek pays for delivery.

As time goes on, Stiles is eating so much, and struggling to reach over the blubbery mass of his stomach, it’s easier to dump his food into a trough. Doesn’t matter what it is or how badly the tastes clash. Stiles digs in with both hands.

And given he doesn’t really care what he’s eating- Derek mostly plies him with junk food and take out and snack foods and Stiles absolutely balloons. Waddling around wider than he is tall, looking positively pig like.

Annnd horny Stiles jerking off with one hand, burrito in the other. Seems to be constantly turned in, dick hard and getting buried in his fat pad and under his gut. Eventually his belly gets too big for him to reach around, and Derek finds himself panting and belching up a storm and frustrated he can’t reach.

But even when Derek is fucking him- Stiles is still cramming food into his mouth, overworked and aching stomach spreading out on the bed underneath him.

[starrysnowdrop]

Hali and Aymeric wish all of their fellow adventurers safe and happy travels to Tural, and they hope to see you there! They will likely to be found either shopping at the Bazaar or eating some big fat tacos and sipping cocktails on the beach until some crazy S9 stuff goes down anyway. Happy Dawntrailing! 🌞🌮🍹

[nyarider]

Look at this silly little catboy eating his big fat taco I love him so much

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #358

So remember how at the end of yesterday's letter, I said that today's would be taco-flavored?

Well!!! Here it is!!! Ta-daaaaaaaaa...!!!!!!

Oh. Uh. It occurs to me... maybe you aren't exactly familiar with tacos. Tacos come from a country called Mexico, which is a place that is south of my country! Actually, Mexico has all kinds of awesome foods, awesome music, awesome festivals and holidays, and...

...I guess I feel really lucky to live in a world that has so many different places and ways of being. The humans of my world are endlessly creative, and they always seem to find ways to get by wherever they're at, with whatever foods are available to them in their region.

...Seriously, the sheer vastness of things that humans are able to eat is probably one of the main reasons why we're so astonishingly adaptable.

In any case!!! I dunno if there are regions in your world that have anything similar to tacos. Maybe Costa Del Sol has them? You'll have to tell me about it sometime.

Anyway!! Even if you're not familiar with tacos, that's okay. This guy wasn't familiar with them at first, either. He's got a funny story about that; maybe it'll make you laugh:

...Goodness, but I'd give just about anything to hear the sound of your joyful, wholesome laughter...

…

Anyhoot! So I made tacos today!! I'll show you how in a bit!! But before I made tacos, I went out to Eggcellent to meet Br, the dandelion-haired man. I was a little disappointed that he didn't bring his wife with him; it means I didn't get a chance to talk to her about the $300 he randomly gave to me yesterday.

...Sigh.

Well. I got my usual thing. A rose matcha latte with tea jelly, sago, and cream cheese foam. I wasn't really feeling barley bits today. I also got a crème brûlée:

Today, the crème brûlée came in a heart-shaped purple tin, and I thought it was very cute!

Br and I talked about various things for a long time. J didn't come with me because he went to the little airport to do a little more maintenance on his little airplane. But then, after a while, he was done, and unexpectedly, he visited Eggcellent while I was still there!!! And I was so happy!!! J and Br and I talked together for a long time. I had planned to get a bell pepper for today's fresh salsa, and to fill the car with gas, but we talked for so long that, between the rain and the hour, it was dim enough outside that the astigmatism was gonna make the headlights, streetlights, and stoplights a bit of a problem for me. So I didn't go get a bell pepper or the gas; I just followed J home, and that was super duper helpful.

When I got home, I began taco preparations pretty much right away, because R was supposed to visit today, and he had asked for tacos! I began by melting some leftover bacon/pancetta fat in my handy-dandy wok:

...Seriously, a wok is the dyspraxic cook's best friend; mine's got a nice big bottom, and the deep sides make it really easy for me to scootle stuff around without spilling anything. It's good stuff!!!

Anyhoot, so I had these chicken breasts thawing on the counter:

...I dunno if you remember the slicing technique I showed you in the last letter I wrote about making gyros, but... I used that same slicing technique to cut the chicken into tiny cubes:

From there, I put it in the wok to cook:

I used the time to zest a lemon and a lime. When we zest a citrus fruit, basically we use a special tool to get all the color off its peel:

...In the end, you're left with a citrus fruit that's easier to peel or to cut in half, and a bowl full of flavorful zest that you can use in other things!

...Yum!!

So, once the chicken cooked, I drained out the juices into a separate bowl for later use in making refried beans!

From there, I decided to make homemade adobo. You can get it store-bought, and that's good, too, but I didn't have any premade adobo, and I had all the stuff in my spice cabinet to make it at home:

This is... salt, garlic powder, onion powder, mixed and white peppercorns, cumin, smoked paprika, oregano, ground coriander, turmeric, and just a bit of sweet dark chili powder to give it a little “kick”...!

(...but not too much kick, because my body really doesn't like capsaicin, and too much will make me cry, hahaha...)

...Anyway, I seasoned the chicken with some combination of the above spices (just taste it as you go along; your body will tell you what you need more of or less of – it's totally fine!). I also used half of the lemon-lime zest. But I guess I forgot to get a picture. But that's fine; you'll see it later!

Anyway, so I put the seasoned chicken into a bowl and began making the refried beans! Normally, I work with dried black beans that come in bags, but I was pressed for time and energy, so I used canned black beans instead. I just dumped the whole can in there without draining it; it's fine, I promise. The extra liquid will evaporate a little bit, and leave the resulting beans with a creamy and delicious texture.

I began by warming up the chicken juices and some more bacon/pancetta fat in the wok:

...Then I added the beans and let them simmer for a bit:

Once they simmered for a while, I got out my handy-dandy masher and started mashing them up!

...Once they're mashed, their starches incorporate the fluids they simmered in quite nicely. I seasoned them with a bit of cumin, a bit of salt, and quite a bit of garlic:

Ohhh, that's so good. Sephiroth, I wish you could smell this picture.

Anyhoot, after that, it was time to prepare the salsa. I asked J to cut up some tomatoes and the bell pepper that I asked R to fetch on his way here. But I only got a picture of the sliced red bell pepper for some reason:

...J did such a nice job!!!!!!! Oh my goodness!!!!!!

Anyways, I put the tomatoes and some pre-diced onions into my rice cooker bowl (because sometimes you just need bowls). I chopped some cilantro and threw it in there; fortunately, no one in my house today has that gene that makes cilantro taste like soap:

...Say, Sephiroth, does cilantro taste like soap to you? It's a genetic quirk by which a person is able to taste the aldehydes in the leaves. Thankfully, I don't have that particular quirk. I wonder if you do. If you have that quirk, then you should avoid using cilantro when you make fresh salsa! You can maybe use parsley or some other herb instead; there are lots of great choices!!

Anyway, from there, I added a chopped scallion:

...And then I squeezed in the juice of half a lemon! I also added the other half of the lemon-lime zest!

Here's the finished salsa!

...Oh, and! We don't have to let the spent lemon half go to waste! You can stick it in water for a while like this, and let the flavors infuse:

...As for the lime, I peeled it and pulled apart the sections; I didn't slice it because I don't like when citrus juices leak out and get everywhere. And besides, why slice it when the fruit basically already comes pre-sliced, if only you're willing to take a minute or two to peel it properly?

...I did fail to take a picture. But that's okay; you'll see one of the slices in a bit!

I didn't fail to picture some other taco essentials, though! Here, we have guacamole, cheese, and sour cream!

...Normally, I might make my own guacamole, but... I was already pressed for time and energy. It's made of avocados, mashed with citrus juice and other seasonings. It's good stuff!!! Great on a variety of things!!!

So now comes the part where we put together the taco! We start with a warmed tortilla! And then we spread some refried beans on it!

...We add the chicken! The refried beans keep it kinda glued to the tortilla:

It's all golden brown because of our lovely adobo mixture, yay!!

Anyhoot! Next, we add the sour cream!

...Then the salsa! The sour cream will help it to stay on!

...Cheese after that. It'll fall into all the nooks, crannies, and crevices in the salsa!

Then we add the guacamole!

...And finally, we add the cute little lime slice on top!

From there, we roll it up and enjoy!

...Want some...?

...And no, I promise that if you do it right, you definitely won't need a “napkin” of any kind, hahaha!! Just make sure your chicken is cooked through, make sure you don't overfill your tortilla, and make sure you wrap the contents properly! It'll maybe take practice, but... you're a super smart guy!!! You can do it, I'm sure!!!

R seemed to enjoy the tacos that were made. And he left us, too, with a jar full of vanilla sugar that he made, and several different kinds of cookie dough that he made at home, too!! I can't wait to put them in the oven! Maybe I'll do that tomorrow!!

Well. I suppose that's it for today. Suppose I'm over here wishing you could eat tacos with us and chill out and watch something cool on the TV with us, or play some silly game.

...Or... better yet... I wish I could teach you how to make tacos in person... I think you'd have a lot of fun with it...

…

Sephiroth... I love you. And I want you to be safe and happy. I know you said that you've seen hell before and you don't fear death, but... please... show me a man who rises up from the bowels of hell, triumphant and full of love. Show me a man who refuses to bow down as a slave to his conditioning. Show me a man who refuses to allow the pain in his heart to warp his tenderness into hatred.

I believe in you. I know you can do it. No matter how many tries it takes. Just like with Hades and my quest to get a victory on the first run on a fresh save, you can fall lots of times, but you only need to succeed once. Like Dead Cells, like Salt and Sanctuary, you can fall so many times, but you only need to succeed once. All you have to do is get back up and try again. All you have to do is refuse to remain defeated. All you have to do is improve your skills, learn to relax, and learn how to dance merrily around those who would wish you harm. I'm over here, getting better and better at all of these things in a wide variety of respects – not just in the video games I play, but in my life generally. We can defy the conditioning that tells us that ordinary, natural things are wrong, weak, or bad. We can do it together.

...Sephiroth. Come on. Take my hand; you don't gotta do it alone, and you don't gotta do it on an empty belly, a dehydrated body, or an unslept brain. Come on; my house has tea and snacks and safe places to sleep where no one will bother you. Come on; we can fill the days with me showing you how to make tasty snacks of various kinds. Come on; I can teach you a little bit of the history of the foodways of my world along the way – something tells me you'd be into that sort of thing. Come on; you can become someone who loves yourself enough to create your own delicious homecooked meals. Come on; the dreams you had as a boy don't have to remain dreams – you can weave them into reality with your own two hands, I promise! Come on; I'll show you how, because it's not too hard; it just takes a bit of time, effort, and practice. And you're worth that time. You're worth that effort. You're worth that practice. And you're worth the patience, dedication, and determination that it will take, too.

...I know you can't answer me. But... just think about it, okay? Think about becoming a person who is strong in the real way.

I'll write again tomorrow. Please stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

[korniniowa]

Quotes from each member

Head -*brian welch* = " I hope Jonathan doesn't get help; we're screwed if he gets cured."

"When life kicks you in the ass, turn around and kick it in the nuts!"

Dave= "What can we say we love our fans,man." (talking about how they would they sell their tickets for $10 at the Pop Sux tour)

Jonathan= " AT first I was queasy; I'll never forget the sound of the scalpel cutting the body open. But it was so cool trying to work out how these people died." (talking about his job as a coroner)

" Probably in England at the time i would have been a fu'cken stud but here i was a faget." (takling about how he wore make up wen younger)

Munky-*James Shaffer*= "Actually Jonathan punched me out one time. We were sitting outside this strip club, and this was before he quit drinking so he was smashed. He punched me in the mouth and Head goes, 'What the fuck are you doing?' So Jonathan turned around and punched Head in the mouth! We had to tell him what he had done the next day. I had a big fat lip." (u don't want to punch out the lead singer unless u want to find another band)

"My favourite superhero? The Incredible Hulk, beacuse He'd just get pissed and destroy people."

-"Jonathan will sit there before we go onstage and take himself to this place he hates. It's really scary to watch. We feed off his energy and give it back to him. It's like we're directing our own scary movie."

Fieldy-*Reggie Arvizu*= "Sushi-all i eat, i love sushi, its my favourite food .I don't wanna go out eating Taco bell." (talking about his favourite food)

" I'd like to get inside Head's head, he's kind of a freak. I'd like to change places with him for one day, and see what goes up in there."

[fatteningmenstories]

At your service Part 4

It had now been nearly two months of staying in the suite and Alex had quickly gotten used to his new and much more convenient life, he would wake up every morning to the smell of a big hearty American breakfast being cooked just for him, in the bathroom all the tedious jobs of brushing his teeth and even washing himself was done by the robots happily. He could spend the entire day in his underwear and there was no one to protest- not that they would of course, Unit certainly didn’t complain as he strolled about in his underwear and silk robe. Each morning he looked forward to what Unit had had prepared for him, his favourite of course was the buttery pancakes drizzled in maple syrup and sided with a tray full of crunchy bacon. Unit had noted that this was his preferred meal ,so of course went the extra mile of doubling down on its size whenever it was served. Somedays Alexandro would start the day with nearly a dozen fat pancakes, and he loved it - he was finally being treated like the stud he was, sometimes he would hit the Gym for a couple hours pushing weights while being weighted on by Unit who would always refill his chocolatey protein shakes, he still attempt a bit of cardio here and there but breakfast always left him feeling so sluggish especially after weights so with that cardia was off and replaced with sauna time. As the weeks passed the games library would always be updated with Alex finding himself being glued to the screen with what ever next level game he was supplied with, and of course he could play vr, it was the most intense thing he did. While he gamed he would constantly be grazing on whatever the snack bar had on that day- somedays it would be cotton candy other nachos but there would always be chocolate to Alex’s delight. Lunch was Alex’s anchor in the day it split his two gaming session in halve and Unit always made sure it was worth it , Unit of course had followed suit of Alex’s requirements to get bigger and provided Alex with all the meat a jock like him needed to get bigger, somedays he would plough though nearly a dozen beefy overspilling burgers and of course the cheesiest fries imaginable others it would deep dish pizzas and hordes of overspilling tacos. The remaining part of the day would be spent dozing in and out of a food coma which Alex had called getting ready for dinner he needed time to probably digest his food before meeting up with Mr Gordo. The competitive natures of the two had really quickly turned dinner into a eating competition between the pair of them to see who could digest the most quickest, Mr Gordo of course won but Alex wasn’t always that far off, his competitive nature told told himself that it was just because Mr Gordo was a complete fatty with no control that allowed him to beat him. Desert was however was the polar opposite to dinner the two of them would savour the gourmet and brilliant deserts designed for them by Unit.2, here they would engage mostly in conversation about Alex’s athletic life, Alex would explain in absolute detail his play through as a quarterback and how winning was so easy with a body like his, while digging into Units chocolatey deserts. Then came the best part of the day , his treat for eating all his food, the most divine chocolate in the world pouring down his throat, and as the weeks passed Alex could take more and more of it until he almost lasted a complete minute before spluttering it all up, he hadn’t heeded Mr Gordo’s advise and how could he it was too good.

month 4

Burrrpppppppppp,

Alexandro let out the another burp as he finished another one of Unit’s shakes, ahhh it tasted so good and creamy he thought as he scratched his bloated stomach, it was almost dinner and he hadn’t left the sofa all day and why would he anything he could possible need was delivered straight to him by unit. He wondered to himself as unit delivered a dozen of fresh hot donuts straight to his mouth as he gamed what possible joy Unit could find like this serving his every need.

Little did he know how much Unit revelled in serving him, over the last couple of months had Unit able to learn so much about humans, about their likes and their needs, Alex was Unit’s little case study and it was learning some about him, storing all of his behaviours over the last couple of months in to its hard drive - what he liked to eat,at what time Alex liked to be woken and most importantly how much he had seemed to enjoy Unit’s mission of getting him ‘bigger’. Unit was able to scan Alex’s brain every time whenever it delivered a plate full of food to him and the endorphins were off the scale - Unit was definitely doing something right. Unit was learning so much and growing in its knowledge about what humans needed and Unit hadn’t been the only thing growing since had Alex moved in, Unit’s sensors eagerly picked up on Alex’s inflating size. As Alex laid on the couch mostly naked, Unit was easily able to detect the changes in Alex’s size. First it had been his abs, they quickly had lost their definition and were now slowly being coated in a layer of fat, according to Unit’s access to the web Alex’s abdomen could know actually be classified as a gut, and these changes were all over Unit eagerly noted how Alex pecs were swelling up day by day with more adipose the same changes were being seen in his ballooning butt - Unit made note to alter Alex’s clothes at night ( once it researched how alarming humans can find this experience). Notes were made on Alex’s thickening waistline which was outgrowing his first 29 inch measurement it was getting thicker and thicker which Unit believed was the human body’s adaption to support his growing midsection. Unit scanned Alex all over detecting his loss in muscle tissue and tone and his increase in body fat levels and compared it to the surface changes of how Alex’s arms and thighs were swelling up with all this extra fat, it connetced this to Alex’s changes in behaviour. Over the last couple of months Alex was noted to use the gym less and less and favoured more sedentary practices in and how despite his change in exersise levels he still carved more and more food - food which Unit was particular energy rich. Unit was having a marvellous time, scanning and learning about humans and Alex was their prefect guina pig

Completely oblivious to all these scans Alex reached for a donut than another plugged into to his Vr headset he had no idea how well noted his descent of gluttony was being. As his hand danced blindly around an empty donut box searching for any stragglers the loud sound of Mr Gordo knocking on the door for dinner broke him form his gluttonous ritual, the days sure went fast when halve of it was spent sleeping and the other halve gaming, he had spent almost another whole day entirety on the sofa eating whatever he could possibly have wanted and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Alex my boy, come on quickly before the food gets cold” Mr Gordo chuckled turning off of his VR set

Alex quickly stirred of the sofa, flicking of the crumbs of his stomach and licking the icing of his fingers

‘Umm dinner - what’s it tonight’

“Just you wait my boy’ chuckled Mr Gordo eyeing up Alex

Years of only spending his days with robots fixing them and winding them up, had made Mr Gordo enjoy having another play thing in his arms, when Alex had insulted him the over day he knew a funny little game he could play on the poor boy and as he sized by Alex he could see the boy was playing it very well.

As Alex off course had been very musclier before and with such an impressive build the changes were harder to see but they were there, Mr Gordo of course noticed that the jock had significantly widened in the waist, the boys abs could only faintly be seen as his stomach had rounded out and muffin topped over his tight jockstrap, and that the beginning of a double chin was slowly forming around the studs face paired with his cheeks losing their tight definition

Dinner had of course grown in size to accommodate Alex’s increase in appetite, he was drinking nearly 5l of shakes ever day all of which riddled with appetite enhances so now after 4 month he was plowing through dinner with Mr Gordo. Only a month ago Alex would have called it quits but when Mr Gordo signalled for Unit to bring out the 3rd helping of turkey - it was like his competitive nature went into overdrive, as he reached for helping after helping mimic Mr Gordo’s piggish appetite.

“Alex, its nice to see you throughly making use of all the ai in your suite”, let out Mr Gordo after the plates of food between the two had been licked clean

“Of course I have Mr Gordo” Alex let out in-between burps

“Might I add, Alex that unit has told him your instructions of getting big, would you like myself to install a fitness regime into the gym ai”

“Nah don’t sweat it, all this extra stuffing is simply just fuel for my bulk, I gotta get big first and then imma hit the treadmill to burn off any side effects’

“Well, I’m sure a jock like you knows what’s best, and let me just add your’re certainly looking more beefier than when you first came’

“Yeah, its all about the process of course, gotta get big first to get some massive gains when I leave”

“ Certainly my dear boy now if you don’t mind , I think its time for dessert, If I dare say so myself”

The simple mention of desert made Alex’s eyes lit up , like always Unit.2 had completely outdone themselves producing gourmet chocolatey eclairs each pumped to the brim with delicious cream, the moment they entered Alex’s eyesight he was fixed on stuffing each one down his throat, it wasn’t long till he was covered in chocolate and his stomach was fully bloated after another day of ploughing through his food - this was the good life Alex thought to himself as he licked up the remains chocolate form his lips

Dropping Alex of at his suite, Mr Gordo made a quick stop before hitting his bed,

‘Unit boot up’

With his voice Unit woke itself up immediately from its charging spot and awaited Mr Gordo’s command

“Unit under my instructions I want you to increase you protocols on making master Alexandro bigger, this means doing what ever you can to following his demands and taking it to 300%”

“Yes master Gordo, anything else”

“Now that you have mentioned it, the gym equipment inside masters Alexandro suite is to be in a permanent state of renovations” Mr Gordo continued “None of this is to be mentioned to the my little Guinea pig master Alexandro instead carry like on normal”

“Yes master”

[hungrykeaton]

Letting my fat gut hang out in front of my opened jeans when I’m crushing beer, burgers, fries, wings, tacos, and cheesecake from the bar down the street.

I love physically feeling my fat gut hanging over the waistband of my pants while I'm sucking down wing after wing. My big gut swelling with each desperate swallow, ugh it just felt so good. I know its probably too much food than one person should eat but FUCK I can’t help myself when I just see the menu! I just want to keep adding items to my order, and then get home and cram every last delicious bite past my lips. I don’t care even when I’m full, I still need MORE. I need to feel my stomach stretch further outwards as I struggle to muscle down another bite. I need my breathing to become labored from how much space my stomach is taking up. I need my gut sinking lower between my thighs as I pound more food into it.

I need each bite I gulp down, to make me bellow and moan in pain. Each bite making me regret it instantly as my painfully ballooned stomach stretches even further to accommodate it all. I want to feel my tank of a gut ready to burst, just so I can keep... fucking... eating... and pushing the limits of my fat gut with my sheer gluttony and greed.

It’s not even about eating because I’m hungry, its about eating because I’m a gluttonous greedy bottomless pit that needs to eat every possible piece of food in front of me. Until every last piece of food is gone and I’m clutching my distended stomach, panting with food smeared across my mouth. I’ll be moaning and groaning, all the while knowing that as I sit there with all that food in my stomach, I’ll be hungry again in just a few hours.

[untitledinstinct]

What’s an ultimate fantasy you have ☺️

So... I have agoraphobia...

I don't leave the house unless absolutely necessary.

When I order food, I don't even go out the door, just reach through it.

There's been instances where I don't fit as well as I used to, like walking down the center isle of a bus... my hips have to weave and sway side to side between people.

I want to have a date night, twice a year where we actually leave the house, and do all the things I used to, to see me struggle through it.

Let's go into the city for our date night.

First, I need to eat. A lot. I mean... I'll need my strength to get through this. You can only fit so many protein bars in your backpack.

Then we waddle over to the local bus stop, pausing every few houses to catch my breathe... maybe I shouldn't have had that much... I feel my stomach, and while a little swollen, it still soft and doughy.

The bus arrives, it's busy. We need to go towards the back. My hips get caught gently on the first two seats I pass, and I start weaving my hips a little.

It's been months since I've been on, that's new. So is the amount I'm jiggling just from riding in the bouncier end of the bus - I'm feeling every ripple.

We get to the train station, and the train isle is a little narrower.... I have to lift my arms above the seats to get by.

We get situated, you sitting across from me so we're face to face, and you point out that I'm taking up nearly half of the seat beside me. - you chose to sit across from me to watch every ripple the jolting of the train makes in my stomach, at one point recording it.

We get into the city, and get ready to leave the station, only to notice exactly how much smaller those turnstiles are than the last time....

Everyone around us going through easily - only a few having to turn slightly.

You walk through.

My turn.

I have to turn sideways, suck my gut in as much as a can, and squish-and-lift it with my hand as I shuffle my way through.

I let it all go with a deep gasp.

I didn't get stuck. This time. Not going to be long though...

We get into the heart of the city, and quickly find me something to eat. It was a long 2h trip, and that shuffle I had to do to get through the turnstile took a lot out of me.

We walk around the city, being regular tourists, and making sure I have a snack between every activity we do.

I'm nicely bloated, and round by the time we get to the hotel. We check in, and I flop on the bed, springs creaking.

We decide what we'll be properly stuffing me with, from room service. We place an order large enough for 4 or 5 people, and start up a movie...

You grabbed a shower first, while I find something to watch, then when I'm in the shower, the food arrives. You set it out and I see the almost overwhelming amount, knowing you'll likely only snack on whatever you're feeding me, having also had a big (for you) dinner.

I lay down, and we set to the feast.

The next day, early afternoon, we go to a local grocery store, to load up of what we can.

Cake

Pie

Cookies

Roast chicken

Mashed potatoes

Potatoes wedged

Cheesecake

Fruit smoothies

A couple different tubs of icecream.

With plans to order taco bell and a pizza.

That's the rest of our day.

Eating/feeding, snuggling, making out, playing around.

I wanna see how firm we can make my bloated stomach

Don't forget.

Tomorrow, I still won't have digested all of this, and have to squeeze back through that turnstile to get us back home....

Let make them open the gate for me.

Since that happens about twice a year, the rest of the year I spend inside. I want to get big enough that I just make it through the front door, then the next time I try and leave, I want to have eaten myself trapped inside.

Too fat to fit through the door.