Like, I’m fully against posting pictures of fat people without consent who are just living their life (they ain’t your fetish fuel!)
but I do have a little fantasy
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You’ve been looking at gaining content online for a long time now- tumblr, porn sites, any weight gain stories you can find.
You wouldn’t gain weight yourself, you’ve always been fit and proud of it; and although you been slacking in the gym recently, the intention was still there. You’re just going through a rough patch, you don’t have enough time at the moment but you’ll get back to it soon.
But the fantasy of being massively fat always appealed to you, when you were younger you used to use cling wrap and pillows to make an impromptu fat-suit, getting off on how you looked once you struggled to fit a shirt over it.
But it was just a fantasy, and it would stay that way.
You get home from work, slightly out of breath - the bus must have stopped further away than usual, forcing you to walk more. That incline always was a little tricky.
Kicking off your shoes, you settle back into the dent you’ve made in your sofa. You fish out your phone and habitually open tumblr and start scrolling.
Teasing posts from feeders that make your stomach rumble, gifs of enormous jiggling bellies being played with lovingly, pictures of amazing starter bellies just starting to form muffin tops.
Then something gives you pause.
A photo catches your eye; it’s candid of a person on public transport, a bus is your best guess. You can’t actually see due to the immense size of the person obscuring the seat. Shirt pulled tight by a huge belly peeking out to rest on chunky thighs, they were basically spilling over the sides of the seat, their girth squished between the arm rests.
They were staring at their phone, held in a pudgy hand that rested on their distended gut like a table. A double chin framed their face, only accentuated by looking downwards - the flab all over their body captured in the photo mid-wobble from the vehicle’s movement.
Your breath caught in your throat.
It was you.
You stare in shock for so long that your phone goes dark, the reflective black screen showing you the shocking truth - revealing the same double chin in all its glory.
The photo must have been taken on your commute to work one day. Obviously, you hadn’t even considered anyone would be watching you - and you’d definitely be watching everyone else on the bus with suspicion next time.
You unlock you phone again, unable to stop looking at the photo.
Oh my goodness, that can’t be you… right? That enormous whale almost needing to use two bus seats? Sure, you hadn’t been prioritising fitness recently- but it hadn’t gotten that bad, surely?
You looked back on things in a different light; those shirts that shrunk in the wash? Getting out of breath easily? You realise the truth with a wave of heat.
You’re fat. Probably obese. All those midnight snacks, putting off the gym, and ordering takeout - it had started the domino effect that you don’t know how to stop.
Still looking at the picture, you reach down, gripping a handful of fat from your chest just to see if they were as big as the picture made it look.
They were. You drop it, and as it lands on your stomach you can feel it send ripples through your flab.
With a horrified curiosity, you click on the notes of the post. Hundreds of them. You go from reblog to reblog, looking at the added texts and tags.
“Woww, this piggy knows how to eat!”
“I bet this fatty doesn’t even know their belly is sticking out lol”
“#weightgaingoals”
A new rush of heat flutters through you, this time straight to between your legs. Your face is still flushed.
You spend the rest of the evening staring as the notes of the post go up and up, more and more people lusting over how huge you’ve gotten accidentally.
In a fit of arousal, you impulsively order an obscene amount of takeout - a large pizza along with additional meals from McDonalds, KFC, and a few local joints, one of which being an ice cream parlour.
You lustfully while away the night by stuffing yourself to the brim, fondling your heavy belly and reading the teasing and praise from these anonymous onlookers. You’re lost in the pure pleasure of it all, all regrets about your waistline muted for now. Hedonistic, gluttonous, greedy.
You wonder if you’ll look bigger in your next picture.
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