#chub appreciation

[gordopickett]

Just a friendly reminder that "gordo" in Spanish translates to "fat" in English. 🥰🧸👨‍🚀🚀🌖 Which means that Gordo's weight gain was totally fat(e).

[uhitsum]

gonna be real guys. my least favorite part of the gaining process is that i miss my leftovers 🥲

every time i sit down to eat, i eat all of it. i don't leave anything behind. it doesn't matter how much i order, i'll just keep going until it's all gone. trust me, i've tried to order enough to save some for later, but i just can't stop myself 😭 leftovers used to be my favorite midnight snack, but now i need so much more to be able to feed myself that late too

[shirecorn]

fat mermaids save me

save me fat mermaids

[naughtynoodle056]

a dear beloved friend of mine surprised me with this commission they got from @jetfluffed of Leo and his mom Violet being oblivious mutual gainers 🥺🥺🥺

[danieyells]

Romeo's very slow and gradual interest in chubby bodies begins with that Taiga gains a few pounds while on probation since he can't run around after anomalies like normal and instead he sits around and eats and gambles and then goes back to his room

And he's still strong and muscular but he's also getting quite soft and since they're in probation they're starting to be a little close again so he keeps noticing that Taiga's a little. Squishier. And he tells him but Taiga doesn't give a shit he's still hungry actually and still can't go on missions so he isn't getting as much exercise hunting anomalies on campus(and going to the gym is boring working out is boring--)

And Romeo likes Taiga you see. So even if Taiga is a little out if his usual shape he likes Taiga and he starts to like that because it's part of Taiga. Also since he can hug Taiga again it's kind of nice to hug him when he's a little softer than normal.

And yeah Taiga's gonna go back to running around on missions like a wild animal when their probation is lifted and he'll lose the weight again but also consider Romeo's eyes a little opened. Let him reconsider a little bit that perhaps the body isn't the problem but the way the clothes fit that body. Then he can start to see things a little differently.

[cozytum]

Hullo! Nice to meet you! I have been wanting to make a blog on this topic for quite a while now, and I've finally mustered up the courage.

(Bear with me, I'm a bit shy 😭)

About My Blog, & What I'm Here For

I am into tickling & tummies, in the way dogs are into scratches behind the ears - I'm not getting anything sexual out of it, I just think they're nice. ☺️

I consider this a kink because I believe these topics should be treated with the same sensitivity, discretion, and respect for boundaries as sexual topics. But if you're here just for sexy themes, this blog is gonna disappoint you.

Most people would consider this blog SFW. Admittedly I'm not a huge fan of the term "SFW" as a descriptor (because it's rather ambiguous and I've seen a very broad range of interpretations on this site). but you're not gonna see anything explicit here.

Posts I deem as sorta-kinda-maaaybe inching into NSFW territory will be tagged as #suggestive.

This blog is NOT safe for minors. Minors attempting to interact will be blocked; anyone under 21 attempting to interact will be ignored. I'm just not comfy with that age gap.

Finally, all my posts and interactions are intended platonically (unless otherwise specified). I am already well spoken for in the romance department.

(more rambly footnotes on blog content below)

Some Additional Notes

This blog is chub-friendly.

Fat is beautiful, and everyone of ALL body types are welcomed here with open arms ❤️

(to be perfectly frank, I suspect I have a chub kink too in addition to my tummy tickling thing... stay tuned for more on this probably lol)

I'd also like to use this as a space to process my own relationship to my own tummy on here. I grew up with an extended family who was EXTREMELY fatphobic, but also parents who recognized it and did their level best to keep from passing it down - so I have a complex history with body image.

I also struggle with chronic illness, which has been dragging my weight all over hell's half acre for a solid decade now. Currently I'm trying to heal after a disastrous experience with a medication that left me underweight, so you might see me posting a bit on healthy weight gain and such as I navigate that.

But I must be clear: when it comes to acceptance, I do not assign value judgements based on a person's weight OR health.

Which means you are welcome here whether you are...

fat + healthy

fat + unhealthy

thin + healthy

thin + unhealthy

somewhere in between

Unsure and/or don't give a rat's ass whether any of the above categories apply.

I've spent significant portions of my life in all of the above states. I think the interplay of health and weight and body image is helpful to discuss, but never to judge.

Last but not least:

If anything I say or post compromises the safe space I'm hoping to create here, PLEASE reach out and let me know - through a DM, ask, tagged post, comment, whatever is comfiest for you. Heck, you could even use a burner account if you want. I'm flexible 😎

[tgoblingirl]

I thought people gained weight when they stopped paying attention.

But i have fun on a small family vacation and actually eat less :(

Guess i gotta practice being the fatty i am in my heart

[athleticbelly]

Can't wait until this is big enough to rest in my lap ☺️

[i-an-filled-with-love]

Ever bury your face in some soft thick cuddly thighs? So cozy and warm as you just love the feeling of your partner’s wonderful body cuddling you, the feeling of those squishy thighs around your face and their pudgy belly on the back of your head helping you fade into a nice nap and they relax on their phone?

Wish everybody who wants to feel this will

[gordopickett]

I love him skinny. I love him chubby.

I. Just. Love. Him. 😍💙😊

(But lbr I do prefer a cuddly chubby teddy bear 🐻)

[uhitsum]

decided to try on one of my shirts from 2 years ago as a special treat 🤭 i don't have many comparison pics, but DAMN, did this put it into perspective 🥵 90 pounds in 21 months, i'm nearly double my starting weight of 120, and it's got me feeling hot as fuck xD

currently stuffed and digesting a donated meal from a generous sponsor, who just loves watching my belly creep forward. he's already got a few pounds on me, i wonder what his end goal is 😳

[adrianrainesfangs]

Daily chubby appreciation post!!!!

If you're chubby I LOVE YOU!!!! DONT LET ANYONE PUT YOU DOWN!!! YOU ARE SO FUCKING GORGEOUS!!!! MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!! ❤❤❤❤💞❤💞❤💞❤❤❤💞❤💞💞❤💞❤❤❤❤💞❤

[naughtynoodle056]

It's gonna be really funny if this gets like 40 billion notes cuz I made the blonde white boy fat this time LMAO /lh

[56thingsinaname]

What if it’s thanksgiving?

I am calling for a total and complete ban on tiktok pop psychology until we can figure out what the hell is going on

[kh-koenigsberg]

Walking away from dating apps

[amaranthinespirit]

you go to get your clit pierced and simon riley's your piercer

when you first came into his shop, his ears perked up at the sound of the little bell above the door that signaled a new person had entered. when he glanced up from his current client, he wasn't sure what to expect.

maybe he was thinking a returning customer, or a person already adorned with piercings and tattoos ready to add onto their body mods, or someone who fit into the dark, low-light theme of the parlor.

but you. you were the opposite of what he was picturing.

he thought his eyes were deceiving him when he shot a quick glance to where you stood, door barely closed behind you. he had to do a double take because you just looked so out of place with your frilly white shorts and big doe eyes.

his eyes had skillfully scanned your appearance—your skin clear and void of any visible tattoos, no obvious piercings visible to his keen eyes. you even lacked piercings on your ears as he eyed the way you tucked your mousy hair behind them.

he studied you—the way you seemed to be nervous, anxious. by the way you looked, he assumed you wanted a basic piercing. something on the ears, maybe a nose piercing, or as far as a belly button piercing.

luckily for you, he had just finished up on the current client in his chair when you had arrived, just about finished with cleaning them up before charging them and sending them on their way.

you watched the way he approached the counter, peeling the latex from his massive hands as he slipped behind it. he tossed the gloves into the bin under the desk before his arms crossed against his chest—he didn't mean to be intimidating, it was just second-nature at this point.

it didn't help you were exactly eye level with his tatted forearms, the way his tight, black shirt stretched around his beefy biceps, clung to his chest and abdomen. his head tilted at you, narrowing his eyes in a watchful, curious gaze. he watched you rock on the balls of your feet under his eyes.

"what can'i do f' ya today, lov?" his voice was deep and gruff, a slight rasp in the way he spoke. in every way, he matched his environment.

when you muttered quietly about how you hoped he had time to do a piercing for you, a smug smile rose on his lips.

truthfully, no. he didn't have time for anyone else, but for you, he would. so he simply nodded, dropping his arms down to his sides, "'course, 've got some time. what'cha lookin' to get done?"

he was waiting for something along the lines of 'an ear piercing,' or 'a nose piercing please.' so when you shyly looked up at him with those big eyes of yours, telling him how you were looking to get a clit piercing, his eyes betrayed a look of surprise and shock.

he raised a brow, clearing his throat, "is that right?"

he watched your small nod and he hummed, nodding back to you as he thought it over in his head. his heart thumped in his chest, certainly not expecting a pretty thing like you to be asking him for such a piercing.

but who was he to say no?

so he nodded his head to follow him before he guided you to a room in the back for some privacy. he gestured for you to get situated on the little table in the small room while he grabbed a sterile needle and new gloves.

but you were nervous, so you stood awkwardly beside it as you watched him, his back turned to you as he finished the prep.

when he turned around, seeing your nervous stature, his gaze softened and posture relaxed as he waved you over with his fingers, guiding you to sit at the edge of the table as his gloved hands came to rest on your hips.

he pushed you onto your back with a gentle hand on your stomach, muttering to relax as he tugged down your little shorts around your plush thighs.

he hummed appreciatively at the damp spot on your panties, feeling his cock chub up at the sight, twitching in his grey sweatpants that already showed too much.

he leaned closer, glancing to the needle on his little table beside him before looking back between your legs. carefully his gloved fingers peeled aside your little lace panties, exhaling shakily at the slick that stuck to the fabric.

he carefully thumbed over the sensitive flesh, hearing the small gasps from your lips and the way your breath hitched at the contact, the way your hips unintentionally rolled closer to his hand.

he hummed again, nodding as he examined, "got some perfect anatomy for it, sweet'eart," he told you, glancing up at your face before pinching the sensitive bud, reaching over with his other hand to grab what you thought was his needle, "gonna look all nice and pretty when 'm done with ya."

you let out a strained noise in response, the sound shaky in your throat as you prepared for the needle to pierce your sensitive clit. you flinched at the feeling of something cool rubbing your glistening pussy, a huffed chuckle escaping his lips. the deep sound did nothing to sooth your nerves.

"relax, lovie," he cooed, tossing the little sanitizing cloth back on the table, "i'll give ya a countdown if yer feelin' nervous 'bout it, 'kay?"

he felt you relax under his hand as he reached for the needle. his fingers were steady as he hovered over your cunt, watching the goosebumps on your thighs at the feeling of his warmth breath against your skin and wet pussy.

a smirk etched on his face as he mumbled a countdown before plunging the needle into your sensitive flesh, expertly piercing it as he felt your body shudder under his hands. the involuntary moan that slipped past your lips was better music to his ears than the band that blasted over the speakers, and it didn't take an expert to know the piercing had given you an orgasm—that he had made you come so easily.

he shushed you, now adding the little jewelry as his thumb caressed your inner thigh, that trembled under his palm, to distract you as he grabbed another little sanitization cloth to clean up any blood spilt.

he let you sit like that, panties pulled to the side in consideration of the new sensitivity to your poor clit—though you weren't sure the cold air that blew against your sopping cunt would've been better or worse than having put your panties back on properly. he stood up and peeled the gloves from his hands.

he watched the way your chest heaved up and down, a smug smile still etched his features as he cleaned up the station, a hand on your hip as he caressed your skin softly. soon after, he pulled his hand away and disappeared out of the room, temporarily leaving you alone.

a frown made its way to your face as he left—how rude of him to leave you after he just made you orgasm from a piercing!

but that thought was quickly changed when he reemerged with a cold bottle of water in hand and little package of sweets—he wouldn't tell you that they were originally his so you wouldn't feel bad.

he set them by your head, his hand trailing across your hip before resting on your plush tummy—occasionally slipping further up under your shirt—as he kneaded the fat under his palms, muttering praises to you as you calmed down.

once you did, you slowly sat up and fixed up your panties and shorts, hissing at the sensitive feeling of the fabric rubbing against your flesh, causing his eyes to crease with a smile.

simon picked up the bottle of water again and opened it with ease, holding it out to you to take, which you did. you muttered a small 'thanks' and he just hummed in response as you gulped down nearly the whole bottle.

while you sat, recovered, and ate his sweets, he went over the aftercare for your piercing—he even offered to check up on it himself! how sweet of him, really!

but of course he was sweet with you, considering how much of a doll you were to pierce! and no way would he let you pay, as long as you let him take you out to dinner tonight?