#and thank you for all the compliments!! i’ll keep wg heta fandom alive by myself if i have to 🫡

[dolcinos]

person from ao3 here that obsesses over how you write belly rubs here!! just throwing this word vomit idea that i couldn’t get out of my head, <333

Alfred near the end stages of his feeding, so stuffed constantly, so big, that he can’t even reach around his own stomach to soothe himself.

Maybe one day while he’s on the couch, gorging, as he binges until his stomach hurts so bad he’s whimpering on the cusp of crying, as he desperately trys to reach around the pile of lard that has consumed him, until he realizes he can’t. he can’t even lean over. he had finally hit immobility, helplessly beached on the couch until Arthur comes home. his last bits of freedom stripped from him. he cry’s though somewhere through that he’s no longer sure if that’s because of his recent situation, or that he’s scared arthur won’t be home in time before he gets hungry. the tears that bloomed from fear suddenly turning to ones of agony, his issues with mobility forgotten, he was hungry again, and his stomach hurt, and he wanted his feeder to help him.

im just in love with fat, slightly bratty, alfred, just always so stuffed and greedy <33

YOUR WRITINGNS AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU TY FOR THE WORK YOU DO FOR THE FANDOM ❤️❤️

OH MY GOD I’M !!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS TOO GOOD… AHHH… BRATTY OBESE ALFRED TOO MASSIVE TO EVEN REACH ALL OF HIS BELLY… his gut is just this huge mound of flab surrounding him, hanging off the couch, taking up all of the cushions with his girthy thighs and fat ass and the sheer width of his body…

realizing he’s just hopeless immobile. that there are too many parts of his body he can’t reach, that he’s too full and heavy to get up… he’d complain, sure, but he likes whining and getting pampered while being able to eat whatever he pleases. he’s sitting there waiting to be served his next fattening meal— if given the chance to start over, alfred would eat himself into immobility in every life, every time.