#fat fantasy

[dionysianchub]

I've had this ongoing fantasy of being my office's communal pet pig. Everyone's blubbered up little toy to fatten, play with, and abuse to get their stress out and get through the day.

In the mornings come the sweets. Donuts, muffins, scones, and every sticky, sugary breakfast treat that can be carried in those familiar pink boxes gets delivered to my desk. People take turns shoving a few pastries in my mouth before wiping the sticky mess from their fingers onto my too-tight shirt, a couple of them give my belly a few firm slaps before heading to their desk to work. A few stay behind to watch me paw through the pastries, gorging myself as my chair creaks weakly as it struggles to support my growing weight. They have a betting pool going to see how much longer it can hold out.

At lunch time they come by with the unwanted scraps of their own meals, a few committed individuals packing full lunches just for the office pig. They marvel at my gluttony, treating me like the human garbage disposal I am, and watching in mixed pleasure and disgust as I eat everything they give me through heavy breaths and muffled burps. "Good job, fatass." they say, grabbing and shaking one of my overflowing rolls and watching my fat body ripple from the motion. A stray button flies off my shirt, and the person feeding me starts fingering the newly exposed gap in the fabric, prodding my plush blubber as they shove another large bite of food down my throat.

At the end of the day I'm waddling to get to my car, painfully stuffed and aroused from being used as everyone's tubby stress ball all day long, clothing barely hanging on, stretched over the too-full belly now hanging out the bottom of my shrinking shirt. And it's only Wednesday.

[growmydarling]

I want you obsessed with feeling heavy and full. I want you stroking the underside of your tummy & thinking of being Mommy's good, growing slut. Make me proud. Show me how much you can gorge, show me how much bigger your ass is getting. Grow for me my love. 💚

[naughtybutt]

belching down a dudes mouth sounds real good about right now. feeling his dick pulse on my belly as his mind races into thinking how he can get me to let out another burp while making out, maybe he’ll cum

[bigzira]

frieren - pleasant side effect

Frieren Sama probably already knew about the side effect and is very happy to finally have a little more breasts than Fern

[quiverdream]

🥇

what, THIS “best fat pig in show” blue ribbon that I’m casually trying to slip around your neck (pretend medal emoji is stand-in for blue ribbon)? Nah, it’s DEFINITELY not a cursed object that fattens the wearer during meals and increases appetite 🫢 would I do that to you??

[adiproseprose]

man the thought of tipping an absolutely massive butterball over is just so hot, watching as they awkwardly teeter along before crashing down to the floor, wriggling and struggling to right themselves

ughhhh god yes, that excess pinning a larder down wherever they sit until you say otherwise, the struggle is real and it is so fucking hot

[idle-minded-sucks]

Some more fantasy fats. A gnome and her dreamy dwarf waifu, and a drow.

[asmoreous]

You come home from a long day at work. Your boyfriend got home earlier then you, and you wanted to treat him to surprise takeout. But when you walk through the door, you see he’s already treated himself, and then some.

He’s sitting in his favorite chair, and has clearly absolutely gorged himself. McDonald’s wrappers and soda cans litter the floor around him. His huge dome of a gut rises up above him, wobbling and swelling with each labored breath. He’s just waking up from his food induced nap, and, despite feeling like you wasted your money. you can’t help but fall in love with his chubbier cheeks, his softer arms, and especially his round, soft, heavy belly, full to bursting. And after a bit of the usual chat, the how’s it going and what did you do at works, you find out that you didn’t waste money whatsoever.

“Hey babe? Can I have some of your food? I’m kinda hungry.”

[thepiggygirls]

Lately I've been having a really intense craving for pasta 😩 but not just any pasta I need an incredibly creamy one with a shocking artery clogging amount of cheese and perhaps some crispy deep fried bacon in it too 🤤 if this was in front of me I'd be afraid of the consequences as im afraid id have no limit to how much I could put inside me 😅😳

Remy

[burstingwithbellies]

Thinking about an obese person, readying themselves for their weight loss journey but then spontaneously getting pregnant, losing all progress, and getting so much fatter, much to their dissatisfaction.

They’ve been fat practically their whole life, ever since they were a child too, and it was time for a change before it could become too late.

They needed to do this. Everyone encouraged them to get this done, their doctor had especially pushed for this, and they had all the support.

Except from their partner who was steaming at the thought of even an inch of their partner’s perfect body being etched away. So, they came up with a devious plan.

The once-feeder/lover got them pregnant, forcing them to stop their diet and exercise before it could even start.

This disappoints all their friends, family, and doctors and adds a new kind of unbearable weight on the fatty. The unshakeable weight of shame.

Their worst fears soon become realized. They become overgrown with fat, even more exaggerated than before. Their folds expand and pour out all their facets, like a fountain. You can hear the new growth; their floorboards become squeaker, you hear their labored breaths, the chafing of their thighs and their meat slapping together, and the straining of their shrinking clothes.

And they quickly lose their ability to walk. They become glued to their couch which they gradually begin to engulf with their ass.

“You did this to me…” He growls as his skin stretches, the marks on his growing belly become as angry as him.

When he couldn’t think he could get bigger, he did.

[sterekchub]

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[fatfables]

Shawn makes some new friends at Yale

This is a sample section from the third part of my gainer novel, Camp Shawn.

The first three parts are available to read at fatfables.com

Shawn and Harry sat down next to Tom who introduced Shawn to a few of the others. There was a tall Dutch boy with ginger hair and a long low bell shaped belly that hung off his six foot seven frame, he was called Bart, so everyone referred to him as Simpson. There was also a guy from Toronto called ‘Big John’, a nickname that he had kept from school. You can guess why. And the only guy there who was fatter and heavier than Shawn, Terry Thompson. TT was a massive superchub, 536 lbs and eager to grow. Shawn eyed him enviously.

The barbecues had been cooking constantly for the last four hours and were still going strong. Shawn started with a few plates of cheeseburgers but soon found himself starting to become bored by the meat. He sighed heavily, when he realised why, and Harry handed him three more beers. Fortunately for Shawn the posh Yale boys had provided salads and sides. 

Shawn found the potato salad. It was made with whole baked potatoes smothered in mayonnaise, creme fraiche, and other buttery sauces that he couldn’t quite recognise. He ate four huge bowls of it. It was one of the most filling side dishes he had ever had and the calories soon started to fill out his own sides. He drank 3000 calories in beer alone and his massive belly filled with gas and started to balloon accordingly. College was starting to turn him into a big drinker and his size meant that he could drink a lot. He burped loudly after throwing the contents of one of the red party cups down his throat in one. He belly laughed and asked if they were hiding the desserts from him. Harry called another boy over and told him that it was time to empty the fridges.

The jokes continued as the beer poured and barbecue sizzled. The YGS boys started to reminisce about their success earlier that evening and took much joy in telling and retelling the story of how Dr Steve Stringer had fallen in the custard and slipped a disc. Shawn licking the custard off him was one of the funniest things any of them had ever seen. The memory of his Dad being taken away in an ambulance and the thought that he was right now laying paralysed in a hospital bed, raking up a massive bill, while he was here feasting and partying with his new fat friends filled Shawn with joy. It also enabled a new hunger to overtake him just as the deserts arrived.

Shawn, Harry, Tom, TT, Bart, and Big John went to town on the deserts. Thanks to the new Dutch Simpson they had massive amounts of Stroopwafles and Poffertjes. The deliciously gooey waffles were stuffed with a thick caramel syrup that ran down the double chins of all six boys as they raced to ram as many of them in their mouths in one go as they could. They devoured at least twenty each and devised a game of trying to say ‘poffertjes’ with the correct pronunciation while chewing on chipmunk-esque mouthfuls of cakes and cream.

“Puffedjerkges,” said Tom.

“Priflgedjes,” said Harry.

“Preodflegas,” said TT.

“Plufdgasgas,” Shawn spat loads of pastry out from between his greedy fat lips when he laughed as he tried to speak.

“Proffertjes,” said Simpson, with expert native pronunciation.

The beer and more than generous portions continued to flow. Shawn was starting to feel lightheaded just as his belly became achingly overfull. All the beer and sugar was reacting in his huge tightly packed stomach. He could hear and feel it all sloshing and gurgling about. Once or twice he did a small sick-up as the slimy digested fatty treats struggled to find anywhere else to go due to just how gloriously overfull he truly was. He felt like such a wonderful pig.

At this moment he felt someone grab his heavy arms and tie them behind his back. It was Harry. The same was done to Tom Stanton 315 lbs.

“This game is called Hog-tied.” Harry said. “The aim is to see which one of you can eat the most chocolate cheesecake in under three minutes.”

A pile of family sized cheesecakes were placed on the table in front of Shawn and Tom. Shawn’s eyes sparkled like the brightest star in the sky.

“I’m gonna kick your skinny little ass Tom-boy!”

“Good fucking luck, Big head. I’m hardly a newb at this!”

TT started the clock.

Both pigs let their heavy heads drop forward into the pies. Shawn snuffled and grunted as he took huge bites from the cake. Tom was also pigging away at a rapid rate. He used his long tongue to sweep the rich topping into his mouth before gnawing at the cookie base like a starving rat. Shawn was the first to lift his head as he finished licking his tongue around the edges of the metallic tray. His huge moon-like face was covered in cream, chocolate sauce, and syrup. It ran off his forehead into his eyes. It was up his nose and dripping into his mouth. He was clearly salivating.

The second cheesecake was placed in front of him. He dived in without a second thought. Both boys were full to the point of bursting. As Tom lifted his head his belly pushed out and the shirt he was wearing ripped wide open. Three buttons flew off across the table and 315 lbs of pure belly fat plopped out into the cooling night air. The gathering crowd cheered loudly.

Shawn lifted his head for a second time after barely thirty seconds. He tilted his head as far back as it would go causing the folds on the back of his neck to scrunch together. He stared up at the stars and groaned loudly.

“Uuufffff!”

“Had enough?” Harry asked.

“No fucking chance. Cake me!”

The third cheesecake was slid in front of him and he dived in face first. As he bit, licked, chewed, gulped, and swallowed, he could feel his belly straining and stretching out in front of him. His gut was so big and swollen that it took real physical effort to lean far enough forward to reach the tantalisingly tasty torta. He continued to huff and puff as he gobbled down every last inch of the third round. He lifted his head just as Tom was finishing his second cake. Of course Shawn was going to win.

There was just over one minute left as the pigs started to gorge on their third and fourth pies. Shawn’s belly was now in real pain. It was once more far too full to hold any more food but he kept eating anyway. He was such a lard balloon. It really was a glorious sight for all the other boys to see. He ate with such passion and desire and his belly was just the biggest roundest ball of fat that any of them had ever known. Shawn heard a creaking noise. At first he thought it was the bench below him but he quickly realised and ate with even greater gusto. He felt his belly grow, licked up the last of the crumbs, lifted his head and let the seams of his new YGS t-shirt, that he had only just been gifted, rip open down his left hand side. Another huge cheer rang out.

“That was the largest size we had.” Someone said.

The first to show itself was his marvellously meaty love handle. It plopped out with a thud and hung in the open air, five inches over the side of his trousers. The fat was thick and rich and lightly tanned. Next out was the huge fat roll that sat on top of it. Four inches tall and just as wide. The tight skin struggling to hold the fat in was as smooth as silk. Then came his left breast, the size of a basketball and just as round. It shone in the moonlight, a huge erect nipple on top. The t-shirt then flung open and fell down his right hand side. His bulbous balloon belly burst out, forward and free. It was magnificent. Over 76 inches in diameter standing. It must have measured well over 100 inches sitting. Glistening red stretch marks ran all around it, melting into his tan. The blubbery layer of fatty adipose covering his digestive organs must have been at least two feet deep. His fat fat face was still smothered in the creamy cake. Shawn really was the world’s most glorious looking glutton.

He squealed like a prize hog. Leant his head backwards and screamed at the top of his voice;

“CAKE ME!”

The fifth cheesecake was hastily chucked in front of him. He screamed in pain as he leant forward. The weight of his tits and fat rolls crushed down on top of his screaming stomach. He dug his tongue deep into the cake and ate and ate and ate.

Tom lifted his head from his third round just as the three minutes were up. Shawn groaned in frustration. He knew they wouldn’t let him finish the final cake. 

“Tom Stanton 315 lbs, three chocolate cheesecakes!”

 “Shawn Stringer, King of Fat Camp, four and a half chocolate cheesecakes!”

There was a large round of applause as all the YGS boys cheered and laughed.

“I once did five, ya know,” TT said to Shawn.

“Fuck you!” Said Shawn.

“Not quite,” retorted TT.

Harry put a hand on Shawn’s aching shoulder. Every cell in his body ached. He stared down at the lunar landscape that was his new friend’s belly and stroked himself.

“Now it’s time for your reward.” He smiled widely as he and a group of the boys including Tom, TT, and Simpson helped him to his feet and led him groaning back to the frat house.

[sweetgrowth]

Sometimes, I wonder what I would do if I had another human being in my possession.

The fact is, I would most likely ruin them in less than two months.

They'd be taught and trained to get horny with food and get hungry when horny. Every day, at least for a month, they'd be fed hearty meals while being pleasured. As they get accustomed to eating more and getting hungry more often, their brain would start linking the act of eating and feeling of fullness with the orgasmic result of their gratification. As days pass, and their weight increases, they'd be made to become a horny mess during every meal. No longer would they have a snack without having an orgasm because of it. When the training settles in, the pleasuring would stop. I'd see them squirm while being fed, wanting to touch themselves desperately. But I wouldn't let them. I might just put them on a chastity belt. They're only allowed to eat now, and their full, ready to burst belly would be their only road to pleasure.

After the training comes the fattening. Now that they’re hardwired to eat to get pleasure, both their appetite and libido push them to gorge and consume more. I might let them live out their normal life for a while, under my constant observation, just to see how the training has worked and how it would torture them incessantly to stuff themselves. But the most likely outcome is that I would have them locked up, eating nonstop. Each meal would be riddled with appetite stimulants, protein powder, and lots of butter. Their body would grow and get plump, having none of their clothes fit after a couple of months. They would live in a horny haze, being fed constantly without remorse, each bite getting them closer to climax and to the perfect body I've envisioned for them.

[fatkittykatie]

Need a date night where it's not up to me how much I'm going to eat ^/////^

[bigzira]

Ink daughter of freezinbreeze

Ink is a very cute and fat kobold, she is very lively and loves her mother and intends to find a great treasure to give to her mother, hoping that she will love her so much that she will let her spend every day together (and eat a lot)

and here is a version with the bottom cut off for anyone who wants to use it as a token in a trpg