#Magical weight gain

[fatguarddog]

You're the heir to the royal family of a kingdom besieged by demons and during a surrender, are offered up to one of the Demon Lords as a prize of battle. Don't worry, he assures you with a warm yet devious smile, you'll soon 'grow' to love your new life with him

You're taken back to his manor and draped in a lavish, yet skimpy outfit, one that really shows off your body and highlights the slight curves of your features. Your new Lord sits you down at a huge banquet table and takes his seat across from you. All manner of succulent and delicious foods are lined up before you, you take a moment to really take in the size of this hulking, handsome demon and assume he must eat like a beast. But when his impish servants are done setting the table, he just brings his elbows onto the table to rest his head in his hands. He smiles at you,

"You've nothing to fear. Eat."

His voice is so commanding. Nervously, you load up your plate with foods that seem the most familiar to you. Roast chicken, potatoes, various vegetables and a bread roll. It's delicious. With the effect the war has had on your kingdom, you can't remember the last time event he royal family could assemble such a sumptuous selection to feast upon... so you end up forgetting yourself a little and eating until you're quite stuffed. You lean back in your chair and graciously thank your Lord for the meal, shyly paying your compliments to the chef

"Good," he smiles wider and snaps his fingers. "Eat."

A surge of warmth courses through your body. With some demonic intervention, everything you'e just eaten rapidly digests within you and you feel hungry again. Your frame even grows a little bit softer, though not enough for you to notice just yet. You blush and oblige his order, you brain trying to rationalise what's happening. A display of dominance, perhaps? Or did he notice how much you were enjoying the food after having had so little for so long and just wanted you to get to enjoy that more? Was something bad coming after this, or was he actually a good demon somehow?

All of your questions seemed to melt away as you dug in to the feast again, this time trying the honey roasted ham, sweet fruits, leg shank and more. Once again you eat until you feel completely stuffed. Once again you thank your Lord for such a wonderful meal... and once again he smiles at you with fiery eyes from across the table, his own plate still empty and untouched,

"Good," another snap of his fingers. "Eat."

That familiar surge of warmth strikes again, but this time you notice how much plumper you look after, especially in your skimpy clothes. You look up at your Lord in shock and confusion, but he just gestures to the food in front of him. You timidly shake your head, yet your stomach growls audibly in the large dining hall

"Perhaps you'd be more in the mood for wine and cheese?" the demon snaps and the feast before you changes to a decadent cheese plate with crackers and dried meats abound. "Or would my royal prize prefer dessert?" Another snap and the table becomes stacked with cakes, pies and pastries alongside jugs filled with custards and creams, all so sweetly mouth watering The look of disbelief doesn't leave your face. Your stomach growls louder, more painfully as your owner laughs

"Better not to ignore your hunger, my dear. It'll be much more pleasurable for you if you just. Eat."

The command rings through you and sends shivers down your spine, you want nothing more than to stuff your face with every dessert in sight. Your hands reach forward greedily and you begin to eat your fill as your Lord looks on, almost lovingly at you

"So good, so obedient, I'm going to like you a lot," he stands and gently makes his way all around the table to your side, his towering form standing behind you, gently rubbing your now slightly pudgy shoulders. "I'll spoil you so much, feast after feast, night after night of pure pleasure to make you into the perfectly fattened up image of hedonism," his hands feels so good and warm on your soft skin as you gorge yourself. "Just think how demoralising it'll be for your kingdom, to see how easily their royal heir fell to demonic corruption... but I must say from a personal standpoint, I do just think you look so beautiful enjoying yourself like this. I'll have a bath ready for us after I think you're done here, there we can really relax and get to know each other, my dear. But for now, please keep eating. I told you you would grow to love it here."

[chubby-ghostt]

Feedist Kinktober Day 3: Date Night/Creepy Cookies 🍪

[tastescomics]

Poor Sebastian... new living arrangements AND a heat wave 😔

[chubunited]

Behold!! the embwomphenning of the fops....

[horzagobuchul]

Revisiting the forest that makes you fat with the new model. This will probably find a use in some coming animations I'm considering~

Horza tightened the straps of her brown leather jacket, the familiar creak of worn leather offering a small comfort. The forest before her was dense, shrouded in a mist that clung to the twisted trees like ghostly vines. Locals called it the Whispering Wood, a place of old magic and older secrets. But Horza was not one to heed superstitions; she had a relic to find and a reputation to uphold.

Stepping onto the moss-covered path, she felt a chill run down her spine. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the scent of damp earth and something sweet she couldn't quite place. Her white t-shirt fluttered slightly as a breeze whispered through the branches, carrying with it an ethereal melody that seemed to beckon her deeper.

As she ventured further, an odd sensation settled in her stomach—a warmth that spread through her body like liquid sunlight. She dismissed it as nerves, pushing forward with determined strides. But soon, her steps grew sluggish, her boots sinking deeper into the soft ground. Horza glanced down, perplexed to see her jeans tightening around her thighs.

"What in the world?" she murmured, stopping to inspect herself. Her legs felt constrained, the denim pulling taut against her skin. She tugged at the fabric, but it refused to give. Panic flickered at the edges of her mind as she noticed her hips pressing uncomfortably against the seams of her jeans.

She tried to retrace her steps, but the path behind her had vanished, replaced by a wall of thick foliage. The sweet scent in the air grew stronger, almost intoxicating. Horza's hands flew to her midsection as she felt her belt digging into her waist. Her fingers encountered the soft flesh of a belly that hadn't been there moments before.

"This can't be happening," she whispered, her heart pounding. She attempted to run, but her movements were hindered. With each passing minute, she felt herself growing heavier. Her jacket strained against her arms, the sleeves squeezing her biceps. A loud rip echoed through the silent woods as her t-shirt split along the sides, revealing the pale skin of her expanding belly.

Desperation set in. Horza pushed through the underbrush, branches snagging on her clothes as she searched for an exit. The weight was overwhelming; her legs ached with the effort of carrying her increasing mass. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her breath coming in labored gasps.

Another tear resounded as her jeans gave way, seams splitting to expose her thighs, now full and pressing against the remnants of the fabric. Her embarrassment was acute, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around her midsection in a futile attempt to cover herself, but her belly hung lazily over the waistband, swaying slightly with each strained step.

"Help! Is anyone there?" she called out, her voice tinged with fear. The forest answered only with the rustling of leaves and that haunting, sweet melody. The ground seemed to pull at her feet, each step more arduous than the last. Her jacket refused to close, her t-shirt now a torn vestige clinging to her shoulders.

Weighing nearly 250 pounds now, Horza stumbled into a small clearing. She collapsed against a tree, the bark rough against her back. Tears welled in her eyes as she grappled with the surreal nightmare. The reality of her situation pressed down on her—she was trapped, and her body was betraying her in the most bewildering way.

Determined not to succumb, she mustered her strength and stood once more. But her body had grown unfamiliar; movements that were once effortless now required immense exertion. At 300 pounds, her ankles wobbled, and her knees threatened to give way. The forest around her seemed to mock her struggle, the whispers growing louder, more insistent.

Her clothes were in tatters. The leather jacket hung open, the sleeves torn, revealing arms that had grown soft and heavy. Her exposed belly caught the dappled light filtering through the canopy, each breath causing it to rise and fall noticeably. She felt exposed, vulnerable in a way she had never experienced.

Reaching out to steady herself, Horza's hand brushed against a glowing symbol etched into a tree trunk. The warmth emanating from it pulsed through her fingers, and suddenly, the weight gain halted. The oppressive sensation lifted slightly, though her body remained changed.

"Who are you?" a voice echoed in her mind. Startled, she looked around but saw no one.

"I'm Horza," she replied hesitantly. "I don't know what's happening to me."

"You entered the forest seeking something," the voice continued. "But you did not ask for passage."

"I didn't know," she pleaded. "Please, reverse this… curse."

There was a pause, the forest holding its breath. "Balance must be restored," the voice said finally. "Carry with you a reminder of the respect nature commands."

As Horza leaned heavily against the ancient tree, trying to steady herself, the ethereal voice returned, now tinged with a mocking undertone that echoed through the woods.

"Look how the mighty falter when burdened by their own disregard," the voice mused. "Did you think you could trespass without consequence?"

Her muscles quivered under the unfamiliar weight, each movement a strenuous effort. Horza tried to push herself forward, but her legs wobbled, unused to supporting her transformed body. The added mass made every step a challenge, her balance precarious as she navigated the uneven forest floor.

"Please, I didn't know," she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, both from exertion and the acute embarrassment of her situation. The remnants of her white t-shirt clung to her, torn and inadequate, exposing her midriff. Her belly, now softer and fuller, moved subtly with each labored breath, the cool air brushing against her skin.

The voice chuckled softly. "Ignorance does not absolve disrespect. Perhaps this lesson will teach you humility."

Determined to escape, Horza summoned all her willpower to move forward. Each step was a monumental task; her thighs brushed against each other, the torn jeans failing to contain the newfound fullness. The fabric scraped against her skin before giving way entirely, leaving her legs exposed to the forest's elements. Her brown leather jacket was on the verge of bursting, the sleeves straining, barely containing the now considerable bulk of arms that now carried a softer contour.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she pressed on, the weight of her ordeal bearing down both physically and mentally. The jiggling of her altered form was a constant reminder of her predicament, each motion amplifying her self-consciousness. She felt vulnerable, her dignity stripped away along with the shreds of her clothing.

"Do you feel it now?" the voice whispered. "The weight of your actions?"

Horza's vision blurred with tears, but she refused to succumb. She focused on the slivers of light piercing through the canopy ahead, a beacon guiding her escape. Her breathing was ragged, each inhale a struggle as her body strained against the unfamiliar exertion.

The ground seemed to conspire against her—roots caught her feet, and low-hanging branches pulled at her hair and clothes. Yet, she pressed on, driven by a mix of fear and determination. The whispers of the forest grew fainter, the mocking tone dissipating as she neared the edge of the woods.

With one final push, Horza stumbled out of the tree line and into the open. The sunlight was blinding, and she squinted as she tried to regain her bearings. Her legs finally gave way, and she sank to her knees on the soft grass. The cool breeze caressed her flushed face, her fat cheeks warm and tinged with the redness of both exertion and embarrassment.

Behind her, the forest stood silent, its shadows no longer reaching out to ensnare her. The ethereal voice offered one last remark, softer this time. "Let this be a reminder of the respect nature commands. Carry it with you always."

Horza sat there catching her breath, the reality of her transformation settling in. She looked down at herself—the tattered clothes, the altered physique—and felt a complex mix of emotions. Shame was there, certainly, but also a sense of survival and resilience. She had made it out.

Slowly, she rose to her feet, unsteady but resolute. Every part of her felt different; her movements created subtle ripples through her body, a sensation she would have to grow accustomed to. Clutching the remains of her clothing around her, she began the journey toward the distant village lights.

[softartemisart]

in terms of cursed objects that make you fat, a large leather harness is nice.

if you don't fasten it tight enough, then your body will grow to fill the available space. if you only leave a little bit of extra breathing room, then it's not too noticeable. just a small layer of pudge all-over, easily brushed off as some pounds you just didn't notice creeping on until now. looser still, and you'd feel the weight hit you, feel the doughy flesh ooze between your fingers until you fit snugly into the garment. if you fastened it at the loosest setting? well. unless you get it off quickly, it won't stop until you're straining the leather, new stretch-marked skin bulging out around the tight straps, every inch of you soft and swollen and wobbling and fat

[greenlotusleaf]

What if you were a knight, and you were on a brave mission to rescue your princess from a terrible dragon. The quest is perilous, but you had to volunteer: you've always been secretly in love with the princess, though the difference in your station means you can never be together.

After your long and dangerous travel, you run up the stairs, reaching the lair at the top of an ancient, ruined tower. The starlight though the missing roof lights the massive pile of golden treasure with an otherworldly gleam. No dragon is in sight.

But wait! Lounging on the pile of stolen treasure is a huge, swollen figure. You step forward cautiously, hand on the hilt of your sword. Then, a cloud uncovers the moon and in the new light, you see the figure is not a dragon, but a vast, bloated woman, wearing nothing but gold jewellery.

At your approach, she turns heavily on her bed of gold. There's a clink and scrape of coins as the motion of her enormity sends bits of treasure cascading down the pile. Her gravid belly is impossibly, obscenely round; each dimpled, wobbling thigh is wider than your entire body. Each swollen breast is as large as most pregnant women's bellies ever grow, and as she rolls over to face you, they flop down beside her, leaking milk that runs in thin trickles down her body, moistening the treasure beneath her.

You are stunned at the sight of her like this, so she breaks the silence. "My brave knight," she intones, jiggling as she speaks. Broad, golden necklaces ripple over her enormous breasts and down into the vast valley of her cleavage. You know you should look away, sparing her royal dignity, but you can't. You've often imagined her body, bared for you... but that was before. The princess was slender, then. Now? Your body is flooded with a mix of conflicting feelings, but lust is still among them. You feel yourself growing weak with it.

"My brave knight, I knew you'd come for me." You are mesmerized by the way her hand rubs lazy circles on her enormous belly. You kneel and lower your eyes, as is proper with royalty, but you can't stop yourself from flicking little glances back up, astonished. "It's unfortunate, my champion, that despite your bravery, I cannot return with you to the castle. Not anymore. But...." Coins jingle, and you realize the princess is slowly spreading her vast thighs, opening for you. "...If you still wish to be of service to your princess, I can give you one final quest, of personal urgency."

You've dreamed about this too many times. You couldn't possibly refuse her.

Kneeling reverently before her, you kiss her delicately, at first. You crave to see the look on the princess's face, but her enormous, swollen belly blocks your view, leaving you only her gasps and sighs and pleas as encouragement. Her hugeness, her heaviness, is a new kind of regality, and it mesmerizes you, drawing you in like gravity. You pleasure her more fervently, as if possessed.

So absorbed in your service, you don't mind when the princess twines her fingers into you hair, holding your head in place between her thighs-- why shouldn't she command her most devoted knight thus? You don't even notice the spreading shadow of wings over you, or hear the quiet landing of the creature behind you over the sound of your princess's words of encouragement. When the talon moves with exquisite slowness, shearing through the straps of your armor, you are frozen with fear, but your princess soothes you, begs you not to stop, to grant her relief.

When the dragon enters you, hot breath on your back, the princess shudders in ecstasy, crying out your name like you always imagined she would. When the dragon fills you, floods you, she strokes your hair, praising your bravery and steadfastness. When the dragon departs, wordless as it arrived, its seed spilling out of you in a molten gush, the princess sits up with a great effort, bends over you, kisses you chastely on the forehead. "Now you cannot return to the castle, either, my perfect knight. Now you must stay with me...."

As the princess pulls you up beside her onto the bed of treasure, you finally understand. She lays a plump hand protectively on your still-toned belly, many rings glittering, as she smiles a peculiar smile. She gathers herself onto all fours, swollen breasts pressed together between her fat arms, overripe belly dragging on the bed of coins, as she retrieves gold bangles and chains to adorn you, all far too loose.

You don't even mind the coins digging into your back as she climbs on top of you, crushing you into the treasure heap. A pulsing warmth rises within you, and it's more than just your desire. "My valorous hero is going to be so irresistible," she muses. "Now I must give you a reward befitting my *greatest* knight...."

[fatguarddog]

Got really hot earlier thinking about a power from a creature or witch or even just and audio file where they're basically extremely pleasurable - almost paralysingly so - to listen to, but will cause instant weight gain the louder you sit back and listen to them

With a file there's fun in being able to send it to someone as a reward or punishment, waiting for them to get off to it and see how long it takes until they realise that they're growing fatter by the minute, unable to resist the honeyed words in the audio

Coming from a person/witch/creature though? Having the added physicality of them actively whispering in your ears with breath against your neck so hot and tingly, then their hands roaming your body as you plump up listening to their words that just make you feel sooooooo good throughout your entire body, just letting you lean back and grow to their whims

[fattlestacks]

TammyTwoPaws Commission July 2023

This is a commission for @tammy-two-paws I hope you like it, thanks so much for commissioning me!

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Jaymz Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/jaymzeecat

[tastescomics]

#4 Leashed "Imagine, every hour that you're a good pup I'll add ten more pounds to that plump body of yours."

Token and Fer are up to something a bit more... spicy >v>

[love--bites]

In love with the idea of a feeder who takes their feedee out to dinner and buys the feedee food. The feedee feels flattered and maybe even a little pressured to finish it all, despite the somewhat large portion. But then the food just doesn't stop coming. The feedee continues to cram more and more food down the throat, although the stomach feels like it's about to burst, because they know the feeder is paying for all of this delicious food, and they couldn't bear seeing it go to waste. They don't understand why the feeder keeps order more and more, though, and even as the empty plates begin stacking into piles, the fattening orders don't slow down. Eventually, the restaurant runs out of food to provide, and the pair are asked to leave, but the feeder has to help the feedee out with all that newfound weight dragging them down.

[alphasunpup]

Feedist Kinktober Day 13- Gothiccc

Sorry for this being so late, sleeping at a friend's while in the process of moving so these posts will be chaotic for the next week. Also very sleepy so another bullet points story!

You inherent a very spooky castle from like an estranged great relative you never heard of

Castle is absolutely beautiful and looks like a Gothic cathedral

You're a broke Grad student so of course you accept the money, the castle, the estate, and everything in between

The castle has some modern parts like the kitchen and bathroom but th bedroom is still a testimony to the Gothic period of which your great relative lived in or was inspired by

You now have servants which is hard to get used to

They dress you up in linen button ups, tight laced up leather pants, and leather boots

You are served delicious meals everyday

Your clothes slowly grow tight on you until a seamstress one day appears and resuits

All of a sudden you have new clothes and the servants double the portions

You slowly forget about school too busy enjoying the revelry of your fat bulging against your new clothes

Clothes made from real silks, linens, and cottons

You finally leave your castle one day and finally go to class all for people to either ask you if you're a 16th century duke or a vampire or both

Now everything clicks for you and you don't care

You rub your tummy struggling against your red and black vest. The cumberband about to be undone, your silk shirt accentuating every curve of your fat chest, your leather laces burst through. All you can think about is your next meal and next fitting

[softartemisart]

magical weight gain over the course of one working day. trying to work a customer service job as you become less and less professional, feeling yourself grow and spill out of your clothes a bit more with every customer

[fatguarddog]

Warlock pact where the consequences aren't entirely clear at first, it takes a good couple weeks of casting spells to notice what's happening

But every time the warlock uses their magic, just a liiiiiiittle bit more weight is added to their frame. their patron's ultimate goal to collect a harem of loyal fatties to dote on and keep forever in their domain Once they notice the change and understand the terms, the warlock swears that they'll be careful with how much they use their magic, they'll be sure to work off any extra weight so it doesn't pile on too much

But then the hunger comes. The hunger when they don't use their magic is unbearable. They have to gorge themselves to their limit and watch their stomach swell with indulgence, almost hearing their patron's murmurs of pleasure at the sight as they rub their aching bloated gut. There's no winning here

They are bound body and soul to be just another fattened pet

[exponentialmass]

Definitely one of the more unique weight gain commissions I've done, but I've definitely had a good time drawing this anime gal getting bigger!

Commissions remain open and ongoing!

Crossposted from: https://twitter.com/ExponentialMass

[tastescomics]

What did you expect to find at a food fair in District 96, Blake? Of course it's gonna be a roulette on your waistline >v>