#fat pleasure is fat liberation

[fatliberation]

Sorry for leaving this in your inbox, but I need to vent and ask for advice in a place where people won't mock me. What do you do when sex is super difficult because of your fat? I've recently gotten into my first relationship and. I thought I had a handle on my internalized fatphobia and self hate but this has made it worse than ever. We can't have satisfying penetrative sex (we've tried all the tips and workarounds. Nothing works. I'm larger than most of the FA community.), and recieving oral sex is also difficult for me. I also get tired and sweaty extremely quickly if I have to like hold up myself on mostly my arms or something, so he has to do most of the work. So sex is just. Mostly the one that works on repeat, and we don't have it very often because it isn't that fun for either of us, and it also makes me cry afterwards sometimes because of how disappointing it is & me beating myself up over it.

I'm genuinely worried my boyfriend is going to leave me for this. He's clearly very frustrated with the situation, even though he tries to be nice about it most of the time. Earlier today I tried to like be flirty and hint at stuff and he just. got a bit sad. and then said that clearly neither of us enjoy the sex we're having and that he has a lot of trouble staying hard.and that he doesn't see the point when we're both forcing it for no reason. I think he's going to break up with me soon. His ex is way lighter than me, so he's probably comparing the normal sex he had with her with whatever the fuck this abnormal shitshow is :/

All the work I've done on myself to be happy with being fat (including working up the courage to date, what a mistake that was lmao) is all gone. This has ruined my self-esteem so much. I feel like one of those fatphobic jokes but a person.

first and foremost, please try your best to remember this: your body is not the problem. one more time. your body is not the problem. I'm so very sorry you're concerned that your boyfriend would leave you over this. it sounds like he has a lot of preconceived ideas about how sex is supposed to go. I promise you that it doesn't have to be this way. if this is something that could really end the relationship, know that this person is not compatible or open to exploring your needs, rather than your needs being "too difficult." I promise it's him, not you. I know folks who are 600+ pounds who have excellent sex lives and partners who satisfy them and enjoy satisfying them. when someone starts treating your pleasure like a chore, that's just shitty. I know how much it hurts. it also does damage to your own openness to pleasure. when you're caught up in feeling like sex/your body is something that needs to be "fixed," nothing is going to feel sexy, because all that pressure puts stress on and takes you out of the mental state where you're able to experience pleasure. does that make sense? so many couples get stuck in this cycle.

there are so many ways to engage in pleasure without penetration or orgasm. there's a lot that goes into foreplay, setting a mood, making your partner feel appreciated and attractive. words and touch play a huge part in this. something as simple as exploring each other's bodies, not with the intention of reaching climax, but simply to be vulnerable and engage each others' senses. have your partner give you a massage. play with your hair. tickle your back with a feather. shower together. kiss you. compliment you. if either of you are into any kinks or dirty talk, that could be a great way to engage each other sexually without the pressure of "achieving" a goal. the goal here is just to feel good, close, and connected. societal messaging about sex has placed so much importance on orgasm instead of pleasure - when taking the time and space to relax and receive attention, is key.

feel free to check out my other posts on fat sex ed, there's lots of assistive toys that can make pleasure more accessible, but I think that should be a tool for later, since the biggest issue here is the pressure to perform. know that pleasurable sex can exist for you! but for now, I would recommend taking a break from sex altogether since it is not pleasurable for you right now. because pleasure is the whole point. forcing it is only going to feel worse. you do not owe it to your boyfriend, especially if it doesn't feel good and is taking an emotional toll. I hope you both are able to take a step back, reassess and communicate, and are able to reconnect and create a safe space to explore.

I understand why you're beating yourself up over this, I've been there too. but also know that it's just another societal standard that's been internalized (and it doesn't sound like your boyfriend is helping). like you said, you've done a lot to unlearn fatphobia. there's a lot of internalized beliefs we absorb from society surrounding sex, just like body image. I promise that there is nothing wrong with you. If your boyfriend takes his frustration out on you instead of making you feel safe to express your needs, then he's not a supportive partner. you deserve someone who takes delight in your pleasure and your body. believe me, we're out there.

[beau-rebloga-coisas]

The thing about being fat is that you could be climbing a mountain everyday but if you're still fat people will be like "hmmm have you tried starving yourself?"

[evilgwrl]

Simon Riley x Reader

Back Door

Summary: Simon wanted to explore more than just your pussy

CW: Anal, ass play/fingering, spanking, praise and degradation, no protection (PLS USE A CONDOM, JUST BC U WONT GET PREGNANT DOESNT MEAN U WONT GET AN STD!!!!!), established relationship (I love bf simon <3), aftercare, vibrator use!!, reader watches porn and gets caught, I don’t go into detail about prep bc I’m not that educated on it but pls use prep before anal intercourse <33

WARNING: BEFORE ATTEMPTING ANAL OR ANAL INSERTION PLEASE USE PROPER LUBRICATION, SPIT IS NOT ENOUGH AND CAN SERIOUSLY TEAR OR PERMANENTLY DESTROY YOUR ANUS RESULTING IN LIFE LONG INJURIES. PLEASE READ THE RISKS AND TAKE PROPER PRECAUTIONS AS WELL AS DOING IMMENSE RESEARCH (NOT PORN) BEFORE ATTEMPTING IT. NEVER LET ANYONE FORCE YOU INTO ANAL SEX, ESPECIALLY WITHOUT PROPER CARE OR THOUGHT.

Masterlist

You had heard mixed reviews on it, curiosity sometimes peaking through you as your girlfriends ranted about how good it feels, how full they felt, how sexually liberated. You were a subject to torture, your mind constantly battling between bringing it up to Simon or not.

Fingers twitched against the XXNX.com browser, horny digits darting between the three letters ‘a’, ‘n’, ‘l’.

Your shorts were undone, wrapped around your rigid ankles, your pointer finger pressed against your swollen clit, running a figure 8 in a quick motion as you watched the woman squeal in pleasure, her ass stretched with the sensation of a cock inside it.

It was taboo. Beyond taboo. It was something always frowned against growing up, always seen as profoundly dirty but maybe that’s what intrigued you.

You moaned in unison to the porn star on screen, her breasts bouncing against the white sheets she was spread out on her, ass flushed in the air as she was pounded to from behind, the man grunting in pleasure before thick ropes of cum spurted from the tight crevice, pooling down her pussy lips as she whined.

You clicked on the next video, not quite satisfied as you groped at your tits, perky nipples peaking through the fabric as you held your knees closer to your chest, feeling your orgasm coiling with desire as your eyebrows scrunched at the delicious sensation.

Simon could hear you. You were never one to be quiet. Pesky thing, he thought, he had only gone to the gym for less than two hours and you were this horny already? Surely him pleasuring you on his tongue earlier was enough, desperate pussy clenching against his muscle as you squashed his face between aching thighs.

He creaked towards the slightly ajar door, taking in your flushed frame, your knees knobbling against your belly as your tits shook with every pleasurable jitter that ran through you. Your pussy squelched as you occasionally ran your fingers through your soaked slit, lapping up any slick to lubricate your throbbing pearl.

Brown eyes darted towards the screen, taking in the dramatic title “HORNY SLUT TAKES FAT COCK IN HER ASS”. He raised a brow, a cocky smirk spreading across his face as he crossed his arms against his burly chest. You were interested in anal? How come you never told him that?

He can tell you were close, the way your hips bucked and soft pants fell from your lips as your actions got sloppier. Such a desperate thing, you were.

Simon cleared his throat right before a moan ripped through your parched lips, your eyes darting in fright as you stared at the intimidating figure watching you at the door.

“Simon? When did you- When did you get home?” You gasped, rushing to pull your soppy panties up as you stumbled to the door, instantly turning off the explicit video you were watching.

“You wanna explain to me what you were watching?” His tone was mocking as he stalked closer towards you, a deep arrogance and knowing lingering through every syllable.

“I- Uh- just stumbled upon it.”

“Hm? That right? So you don’t want me to fuck you in the ass? Treat you like a used slut? You know, like what you were just watching?”

You were lost for words, endless stutters leaving your lips as you tried to make do with what you were attempting to say. You let out a loud huff, pushing past him dramatically as you stormed to the bathroom.

“Aww c’mon baby, at least let me make you cum.”

Simon was enjoying the slow torture, stalking like a predator as he awaited the perfect moment to gnash his jaws across your neck and snap it, taking you as his. His to use, his to breed, his to own.

Maybe it was the way he teased you with his words, lapping seduction through the air just with the pure sultry tone he pronounced each syllable. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, dark eyes flickering with wanton need for you, lashes darting down as he stalked your frame. Whatever it was, it made you crack as you lifted your ass in the air on the bed.

Two fingers dipped into your slick, teasing between your folds as a deep laugh left his lips, a whine escaping yours.

“Stop teasing me,” you hissed, your sheer exposure sending a wave of humiliation through you as a hand spanked down on the fat of your ass, flesh jiggling under his warm touch.

Simon dug in your bedside table, delving through the clutter before rough fingertips felt the plastic ridged bottle. Desperate digits smeared the cool lube against your asshole, teasing the crevice as a quick smirk moved across his lips.

You and Simon had never really experimented with it before, the most being an occasional finger during doggy, but with him really paying attention to it now, it felt so real, so different.

“Relax for me baby,” he cooed, his voice soft as his spare hand rubbed the curvature of your back, comforting you. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you felt him coax a finger in, his already double the size of your own.

He worked another finger in, the tightness coiling around him as he lapped in the slight resistance. You felt a moan leave your lips as his fingers worked a smooth pace, walls clenching around the intrusion.

It was strange… different, but the fullness did something to you.

Simon’s hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you flush against his chest as he worked his fingers inside your back hole, soft pants and whines slipping past your tongue as your eyes fluttered shut, soft murmurs of his name filling the room as he praised you.

“Both holes take me so well, don’t they baby? So fucking good to me.”

“F-Fuck, Simon, I feel so full,” you cried, clenching instinctively around his finger as he smacked your ass in return.

“Think you can handle another?”

You nodded lazily, soaking in the pleasure as he bent you forward slightly, working more lube onto another digit before pressing it into you. He didn’t move for a second, allowing you to grow used to the tight stretch. The pain simmered slowly, your body relaxing at the naturalness of Simon’s touch.

Three fingers worked inside you, careful not to hurt you or go too deep as they focused on working a rhythm, letting you feel the pure pleasure of having another hole stretched by your Greek God of a boyfriend.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned, tongue practically lolled out of your mouth.

“Dirty fucking slut for me, sucking my finger threes in, ain’t you?”

“N-Need more, Si, please.” Your voice was dripping with arousal, eyes rolling back as you hummed at the filling sensation.

Simon grunted in satisfaction, slipping his three fingers out gently, softly rubbing at the puckered hole before he began to undo his pants. You bent over, your ass flushed in the air as you buried your face into the sheets.

You could hear the cap of the Lube bottle opening once more, followed by a continuous squirt of the gel, before more fingers prodded at your hole, working the substance around and into you.

“Baby, before we do this, if you want to stop at anytime, don’t even bother using our safe word, the moment you say stop or no, I’m pulling out. I won’t be mad at you either, this is completely about you. Your pussy’s tight enough for me.”

You nodded resulting in a harsh slap.

“Say you understand,” he snapped.

“Yes, Si, I promise I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

You could hear the sloppy sounds of lube against his dick, his thick hands working his cock before you felt the mushroom tip line up at your hole. You winced as you felt him push in, his three fingers still not quite enough to make up for the sheer size of him.

Simon paused at the jerk of your body, holding your hips tightly before you whispered out an, “I’m okay, keep going”. Simon worked his thick length in bit by bit, taking his time as he continuously checked up to make sure you were okay.

At 3/4 of his length, Simon relaxed his movements, feeling you clench around him as you whined.

“Such a tight fucking hole, Jesus Christ,” he hissed, his hand coming down on your ass, the subtle print beginning to form.

“Please move, Si,” your voice coming out in short pants as you gripped the sheets, the sound of lube squelching as he began to rock back and forth, working his cock inside you.

Once you seemed more comfortable, your wanton moans filtering through the air, his pace fastened, gripping your hips like a vice as he occasionally spanked your ass, enjoying the way it moved as his hips slapped against the fat at a bruising pace.

“Dirty whore for me, let’s me fuck whatever hole I want.”

“Fucking filthy, takes me so well in her ass.”

“That’s a good slut for me, you love getting your ass filled, don’t you? Say it.”

His movements were quick as he fucked the right crevice, grunts leaving chapped lips as he practically growled out, harsh slaps delivered on your bruised skin, skin he would kiss later.

You were a series of whines and cries, strings of expletives leaving your mouth as your own fingers toyed with your neglected clit, rubbing the delicate bud at a quick pace as you screamed out at the fullness.

“Gonna cum soon,” Simon groaned, his pace growing more sloppy as he began to reach his high, your own fingers working faster against the sensitive bud.

“Come inside me, Si, please, need you to fill me up.”

Your words were practically sent from heaven, rolls of white meeting his vision before he let out a guttural grunt, hot pumps of cum filling you up as you whined at the sensation, your own orgasm quickly following.

You both panted, sweat engraved on your skin as your boyfriend slowly pulled out, cum leaking from the abused hole down to your cunt, both holes clenching around nothing as you collapsed.

You could feel a reassuring hand rub against the heat of your ass, shushing you as you breathed against the cotton sheets.

“Stay here baby, lemme get you cleaned up. You did so well for me.”

If you could take one thing from this experience, you were so glad you got caught watching porn.

WARNING: BEFORE ATTEMPTING ANAL OR ANAL INSERTION PLEASE USE PROPER LUBRICATION, SPIT IS NOT ENOUGH AND CAN SERIOUSLY TEAR OR PERMANENTLY DESTROY YOUR ANUS RESULTING IN LIFE LONG INJURIES. PLEASE READ THE RISKS AND TAKE PROPER PRECAUTIONS AS WELL AS DOING IMMENSE RESEARCH (NOT PORN) BEFORE ATTEMPTING IT. NEVER LET ANYONE FORCE YOU INTO ANAL SEX, ESPECIALLY WITHOUT PROPER CARE OR THOUGHT.

Sorry this is a piece of shit :(((

[violetbeauregut]

In Defense of Feedism

I was absolutely struck when I read  @fatliberation‘s beautiful, vulnerable post the other day. They always have brilliant ideas and they show unfailing grace and kindness to everyone, despite a ton of rude, ill-informed backlash (I would 100% recommend following them). 

I can’t stop thinking about the reactions to that post and how incredibly strange it is to have to tiptoe around feedism (to use an umbrella term) in a movement that is supposed to be centered around ending the oppression of fat people. 

I can understand why fat people who are not feedists would be weary or even repulsed by this kink. From the outside it may seem degrading and manipulative that the language and insults used against fat people are replicated in the bedroom. It is also harmful to be fetishized when you do not want to be fetishized, both in real life and online. 

But these are the only points I’ve heard against feedism that I consider to be a legitimate argument in the discourse of fat liberation, as these are the only claims against feedism I’ve come across that are not based in fatphobia. If you are in favor of fat liberation, then you must see fatness as morally neutral. Therefore, the choice to gain weight is not inherently “good” or “bad,” it is instead a matter of autonomy– a right that should be granted to everyone, regardless of size. 

The major issue with feedism is the same issue that permeates all kink and, by extension, all sexuality: consent. There are feedists, particularly feeders, who fetishize all fat people, regardless of their wishes; feedists who try to force fat people to participate in kink with or without their knowledge or permission. This is abhorrent behavior; there are no excuses for it. But the problem here is a violation of consent and not the kink itself. The unethical practice of kink does not make the kink unethical. And while feedees are often disregarded in discussions of feedism and fat liberation (which I have already talked about in depth here), there are most assuredly fat feedees, like myself, who are fully consenting to fat fetish play. 

While I can only speak for myself, I know that I am not the only person who developed this kink because of weight-related trauma. When you grow up fat, when you are forced to go to Weight Watchers at seven years old, your brain comes to associate fat as taboo and taboo as sexy–but it goes beyond an attraction to something risky or frowned upon. 

I live my life as a fat woman; I am fat at the doctor’s office and fat in tiny airplane seats and I am especially fat as a feedee. No matter if I’m engaging with my kink or not, I am fat and I don’t get to stop being fat outside of my bedroom. Out of all of the scenarios where I am existing in my fat body, engaging in kink play is the only one where I am experiencing pleasure because of my body, not despite it. It’s arousing to be praised for the thing that once made you hate yourself. It’s arousing to engage with something you fear or that has harmed you in a safe, controlled context where you have all the power to make it stop. 

What anti-feedist fat liberationists need to understand is that feedism is, at its core, a resistance to fatphobia. When you see things that are typically fatphobic in feedist play– terms like “pig,” “cow,” “tubby,” etc. and comments about being “out of shape” or “ruined” by fat– it is not a replication of weight stigma, but a subversion of it. Feedism takes the harmful stereotypes of fatness and robs them of their power by putting them in a new context; a context where fatness is so desirable that feedists want more of it. By using the language and misconceptions of fatness to give and receive pleasure instead of to oppress, feedism not only creates a safe space to heal from fatphobic trauma, but it empowers fatness– it empowers fat people, which is supposed to be the goal of fat liberation.

[cosycafune]

LEMME BREED YOU, PRINCESS!

0.6k words. your boyfriend is a shit one, but that really doesn’t matter when you’re bouncing on Toji’s cock — ruining your sanity. sure, sneaking around is risky, but toji’s divine cock is enough for you to almost ruin your future.

acts: unprotected sex, creampies, infidelity, degradation, doubt, breeding kink, size difference, slight age gap and slight sadistic tendencies.

SEATED, guilt and enthralment adorn you. Nothing prepared you for this sacred moment, tinted with the art of intimacy, infidelity and lust. Tendrils of confusion smother you, but you can’t bring yourself to release Toji right now. 

Grinding against an older Toji, you momentarily forget about your shortcomings – shedding every thought of your estranged boyfriend.

Unrestrained, you continue to rut your hips against Toji’s erection – stomaching the closest feeling to love you’ve ever carried. Liberation almost tints you, but it’s tainted, distorted – settling you in a morally grey area.

Naturally, you felt like you had to succumb to your boyfriend’s shortcomings – enduring the colourful, negative emotions he painted on you. Engaging with Toji, taking every inch of his cock, being talked through it, coddled and eerily cared for, rewired you. Leaving, you know you should do that, but your boyfriend suffocated you – strangling you with his status and power imbalance.

Yet, Toji carries status, emotional stability, money and a huge dick. A huge dick you could never resist, sneaking away to meet with him – coming back home with hickeys, bite marks and symbols of satisfaction. To you, it was thrilling – a diligent way of getting back at your cheating boyfriend. Everything within you wanted to leave him, but he would suppress you – mentioning his cherishable reputation with your family.

All you wanted was for Toji to mould into your charming prince, sculpting an atmosphere that would permanently provide peace. However, you’re pitifully bound here – stealing away pleasurable moments that pale in the long run. Even as you grind against his cock, nude, filled with Toji’s cum, you can’t help but ask for more. As a princess, is this truly what your life has come to? Sleeping with your father’s favourite millionaire?

“You’re thinking, darlin’,” Breaking your internal silence, Toji gruffly speaks – relishing your soppy, cum-filled folds kissing his cock head.

“I mean, we only have half an hour,” Chuckling, you respond to Toji – frantically kissing his lips. Looking down at him, you smoothly deflect – unbounded. 

“Stop deflecting,” Lightening up, Toji murmurs through his grunt –  harshly sinking you onto his cock.

“It’s… just, why won’t you beat him up or do some dramatic gesture to convince my family?” Avoiding Toji’s intimidating gaze, you speak, “You know that he… treats me like shit.” Blabbering, you look away — only for Toji to grip your chin.

“Because it’s not him that has your pretty self sinking his cock,” Grinning, Toji breathily grunts — captured by your warm cunt squeezing him.

“Hmm, don’t tell your boyfriend,” Taunting you, Toji frantically bucks his hips into you — pushing you into moaning extremely loudly.

“Shit! I won’t! Ahh!” Pounded into, revoking your willpower to think, you shakily grip onto Toji — bellowing.

“He’s never fucked you this good, has he?” Observing you, Toji gently moans — his question almost hazy.

“Ngh! Never!” Barely clutching onto your self-esteem, you prettily feed into Toji’s inquiries — demolishing his fat, enormous cock.

“Shit! If I…put a baby in you, he’ll leave,” Threatening your future, Toji thrusts deeper within you — grinning at you cock-stricken.

“Hmm! Baby!” Mewling, you tremble vigorously — practically agreeing for Toji to expand you with as many babies he wants.

“A pretty… princess like you, pregnant?” Enthralled, Toji snaps his toned hips harder — barely able to voice his thoughts through pleasure.

“I’d do…anything for you to be swollen with my baby,” So close to cumming, Toji hums with satisfaction — burying himself so, so deeply within you.

“T-Toji,” Moaning his name, you accidentally cum before him — embarrassed at how quickly he could dismantle you.

“I’ll fill you up and give you a baby,” Determined to impregnate you, Toji snaps his hips intensely — his pulsating cock finally twitching before filling a foolish you up.

“Mhmm, I’ll have… your baby,” Whining, you desperately proclaim — almost collapsing as Toji kisses your lips.

“Hmm, but don’t tell your boyfriend,” Teasing you, Toji gifts you a gentle kiss — before smacking your ass.

Don’t tell your boyfriend.

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[bunny-jpeg]

hares, bunnies & wolves

fernando alonso & lance stroll

tags: smut/pwp, university au, professor!fernando, graduate students!lance & reader, filming recording, masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamics

fernando knew that maybe it would've been best to simple download one of those older singles' apps and meet a lovely person and finally settle down. but, instead on a saturday night after a few glasses of wine, he was scrolling through his page of subscriptions. the lovely young people who are a little more liberal with what the internet sees.

and fernando loved what he saw. his personal favourites were a couple who were living in the country that he was currently teaching in. he could tell from the accents that they were from canada.

he had been subscribed to you for almost a year now, and still fernando hung to your videos like erotic scripture. fernando was well respected in his area of study, he shouldn't be jerking it off to videos of people who were close to his students' ages. but there he was, lured by a new video with your breasts right in the thumbnail.

the professor should've known that eyeing the breasts of a younger woman like that wasn't a respectable thing to do. but he clicked it anyway, not like he'd ever meet you two.

"look at that, bunny." he purred as he focused the camera on your chest as he jerked himself off with his other hand. the focus was heavily on on your breasts as you plays with your clit. you rubbed your hand up against your slit with a heated passion as the video continued.

fernando couldn't see your face. you both wore plastic rabbit themed masks that protected your identity. but in total fairness, no one was watching for your facial features. you had fat tits and your partner had a big cock. it was all that was really needed.

"look at you, baby girl." hare's voice rang in your head. lance was the hare and you were the bunny. fernando shifted in his seat as he watched the video keenly. lance spoke once more, "you love knowing that guys get off to you, that you put on a little show for our lovely viewers. they pay you to orgasm, dirty bunny." his voice was low, like coals on your soul as you both continued to mutually masturbate.

the older man could feel the tension in his body as he pleasured himself. he licked his lips as he tried to capture all of your body as your breasts jiggled for the camera. you looked like a dirty slut, but fernando loved how lance spoke to you.

"la-hare." you whimpered, "please." you swallowed as he rubbed his cock up against you. pointed the camera at the sight of his length rubbing up against your soft stomach. pre-cum drooled all over your skin in the low pink lighting of your room. he licked his lips, he knew of all the losers who were jerking off to you.

losers like fernando.

who was in bed as he stroked his cock feverishly to the sight of you. the pretty noises you made and how your lover captured your figure in the lighting of our bedroom. a sweet pink for such a dirty activity. fernando felt like a wolf, a wold observing two little rabbits fucking feverishly. with little time or rhythm, just a wanting need that fernando wish he could be a part of. he believed he could make you both feel good. give two sweet rabbits a dominant in their life. but you were both so young, so fernando would just have to be a voyeur to your sexual activities.

the camera shift and lance had your legs wrapped around his waist and his cock slipped into you quickly. his large cock sank in easily due the amount of wetness and lance filmed the sight of it sinking in. he groaned, "fuck, yeah. looks good, bunny. you like that? you like how it feels when you're stuffed full." his words were like honey and you could feel his dark gaze through the mask. you maintained eye contact as you laid out with your hands tangled in the sheets.

lance loved filming you taking him, letting him fuck you. maybe it wasn't the most normal feeling. but all these fools paying money to see your tits, while he got to touch them. while he got to fuck you against the sheets every night, sometimes in other places of your small apartment. fucking you and getting paid for it, that seemed like not a bad way to make some cash.

nothing more beautiful than you with a small stack of fifty-dollar bills in your hand after a weekend of fucking through a box of condoms. however most of the time you worked on the pill and a prayer as lance fucked you. he had already broken enough condoms by being too rough with you.

and while a little stroll baby would be cute, a degree on your wall was more important. lance continued to film you and you bit your bottom lip for a moment. lance asked you how it felt and you replied, "fuck." you swallowed as you almost said his name, "hare, please. fuck, that's it. that's it."

he picked up the pace and your body shook as he fucked you feverishly, "gonna work you all night, bunny. how does that sound, give them their money's worth as i just ruin you. and if my cock gets tired, well, we have a whole collection of little friends to keep the night going." one time he spent half an hour rubbing a vibrator against your clit until you basically were clawing at him to stop and the safe-word was used. with the cameras turned off, he took care of you. he loved you and helped you calm down. but his kindness only turned you on once more and you gave him one last round before you were done.

you held onto the cover's tighter and said, "fuck, please." your eyes closed for a moment as felt the pleasure wash over you. fernando watched that video intently and felt his cock get slick with pre-cum as he gazed at your body being fucked like that.

missionary, spread out like a fine dining meal. fernando had his fair share of beautiful women but he was certain that you'd taste sweeter than any other. he knew he was getting close and continued to move his fist faster.

he was egged on by your moans and pathetic noises. how you withered on the bed as your lover continued to fuck you. a debauched sight of you being fucked quickly and roughly. lance's words were dirty for you and the camera, the sex was heated between the two of you for online enjoyment.

"tell them how good it feels." lance said, "c'mon, little rabbit. be a good girl and tell the nice people at home how it feels to be a cock hungry little slut." his words were like venomous honey, it stung but made you feel so good.

with a few more strokes of his cock at your needy response, fernando came around his fist and the phone almost toppled over when he shifted. he grabbed it with his clean hand and continued to watch while holding it. his cum covered hand stroked his cock at the sight of lance's hand around your throat as you both neared your orgasm.

you were near professionals, but still maintained a certain level of novice that drew fernando in. lance's sexual words were like honey, but his movements showed a lack of sexual knowledge. and while you still came, fernando imagined what a little bit of training for you both could do. he played with his still hard cock as lance choked you slightly and continued to fuck you. it was hard to fuck from the angle, but he did his best.

you both came at the same time and your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the intense feeling. you were near limp by the time lance stopped fucking you and you were coming down from the sexual feeling.

camera pointed in your face, if fernando looked close enough he could see the colour of your eyes and your unfocused gaze. lance asked in a low tone, "so, bunny. any other words to our audience?" his knee rubbed up against your achy slit.

you giggled a little, still out of it, "i wanna tell them, that i'm glad they get to watch me get fucked." then devolved into larger giggles and lance went for you and the video ended.

fernando was left in the glow of the thumbnail with his cock still erect in his hand. he had a feeling this was going to be a long, long night. because the image of your pretty tits and prettier pussy were burned into his mind. and it left him sexual desperate.

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fernando was standing in line at the coffee shop on campus, he was quite tired after the escapade of your page last night. late into the evening you and lance had published two more videos.

each made the older man feel his grasp on sanity slip and he thought solely with his cock as he jerked off many more times. he almost dropped his coffee cup when he saw you. you were seated at a nearby table with your laptop open and your pen at your lips. you looked like you were over-thinking. lance was across from you, a coffee cup in his hand and his own laptop over. he was leaned a little more forward to admire you.

but when you giggled when he played with your hair, fernando knew it was hare and bunny. he had to compose himself before he continued walking. after he passed by, he looked over his shoulder and saw you looking at him. you gave him a friendly smile as if he didn't see you choke on cock last night.

fernando tried to forget about it, but while he was still in ear-shot, he heard lance say, "bunny, why don't we get dinner tonight before work." and gave air quotations.

and you giggled and said, "don't call me that outside." your voice dipped lower, but fernando heard. bunny and hare, and the wolf that masturbated to their little fuck sessions, all on the same campus. and as fernando would find out, in the same department. <3

[linos-luna]

{ Deleted Request: who in Skz is into boobs, butt, or thighs?}

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Perv!Boyfriend!Stray Kids: Boobs vs. Butt vs. Thighs ❣️

Skz x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Spanking? Groping?

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Chan

Butt and Thighs

Chan loves all of your body but there’s something special about your butt and thighs. He’s a pretty dominating guy and he always has his hands on your hips. He loves manhandling you and will find any excuse to bend you over his lap and spank you.

If you ever say anything about being insecure, he’ll quickly shut it down. Chan wants you to love yourself as much as he does. He practically worships your body and leaves gentle kisses along your inner thighs to tease you.

Minho

Butt

Are you surprised? You shouldn’t be. He’s loves your ass. Constantly spanks you at random or just grabs it from behind. Sometimes he’ll “accidentally” drop something so you can bend over to get it.

Minho will fuck you doggy style. He loves making your ass perk up as he rails you. He’ll spank you until your ass is red then gently rub it to soothe you. He’s not afraid to pat your ass in public either. Encourages you to wear skinny jeans or shorts skirt for his pleasure and lowkey teases his friends for not being able to touch it.

Changbin

Boobs

One of Changbin’s favorite things to do is to kiss your breasts over your shirt. Usually you don’t wear a bra when around him and he loves leaving wet spots on your clothed nipples.

He loves it so much. He’s very rough when grabbing your breasts. He’ll manhandle you during sex and leave marks on your soft flesh. He’ll pinch and twist your nipples, suck and lightly nip them. He’s obsessed.

Hyunjin

Thighs

Squish him with your thighs, he won’t mind. Heck, he wants you to do that. He’s always poking them or patting them. He loves when you wear thigh high socks so he can see the material squeeze against your thighs.

In the bedroom, he likes to nip and suck bruises on them, almost as if marking you as his. He can’t help slapping them or holding on tight.

Han

Boobs

Something about your boobs just makes him drool. He’ll grope them with no shame. When falling asleep, he just wants to hold onto one like a stress ball.

He doesn’t mind small breasts but the bigger the better. Han loves when you ride him so he can see them bounce. Oh he looooooooves that! It drives him nuts.

Felix

Boobs

He’s obsessed with your boobs. He can’t help it. You’d be in public and he’d be staring. He loves when you don’t wear a bra and encourages you to not to wear them under the guise of it being “liberating”. He just wants to see your nipples poke through your shirt. He doesn’t care if your breasts are big or small.

He wants to grope them and kiss them. He wants to lay between them. He isn’t ashamed to call you mommy and you’re always surprised by his boldness.

Seungmin

Butt

Seungmin is too shy to fully admit how much he loves your ass but you know. He loves touching and squishing it. Once you mentioned wanting to lose weight and he was worried that you’d lose the fat and muscle in your ass. But he didn’t say anything. It’s your choice.

But you love teasing him. You’ll purposely bend over when wearing a short skirt and even shake a little to get his attention. You love sitting on his lap and moving around to fluster him. It takes everything in him not to spank your ass red everyday…

Jeongin

Thighs

Jeongin is obsessed with your thighs. He always finds an excuse to grab them or even slap them. He just wants you to sit on his face so you can nearly suffocate him. He’s happy to die like that. Once you let him do whatever he wants, he’ll get all giggly. It’s cute actually.

He’ll squeeze your thighs when eating you out and take you from behind just to slap them multiple times. He’s pretty unapologetic about it. He loves leaving them red and sore.

[lua-magic]

Jupiter and your divine blessings in your life.

Jupiter in first house.

Jupiter in first house could give you fat body, untill and unless you are fire sign.

It slows down your metabolism and makes you heavy.

You always have divine blessing in your life.

You are lucky for yourself and for others as well.

*Jupiter here gives you good intrest in study, good kids and good knowledge.

Jupiter in second house.

Jupiter here gives you large or joint family, good family savings, sometimes it is observed it gives you intrest in cooking or could make you good chef.

*Jupiter here helps you to fight your debt, and enimies. It gives you victory in court cases and good daily routine and good job as well.

Jupiter in third house

Here, Jupiter makes you matured in your thinking, good communication,good relationship with sibblings and neighbours.

Jupiter here, makes you kind soul who always wants to work selflessly.

*Jupiter here gives you divine relationship, and good business partners.

Jupiter in fourth house.

Jupiter is exalted here, here it gives you comfortable house, peace in home and good family and spiritual mother

You would be great in spirituality and good in occult and god loving person.

*Jupiter here always saves you from any unexpected circumstances and always maintains balance in your life .

Jupiter in fifth house.

Jupiter is now in house of king (Sun). Here, Jupiter makes you religious and justice loving person. You would be good in study and have lot of knowledge.

You would spiritual and love occult subjects.

*Here Jupiter increases your luck, You always recieve right guidence and good teachers in your life to save you.

Jupiter in sixth house.

Here Jupiter could increase your debt, if afflicted and also give you liver diesese.

You would be kind toward your enimies and extremely generous soul who loves to do charity and loves animals.

*Here, you would work alot for your religion or have a religious approch towards your work life

You remain in nice and comfortable job and there will be not much up and down in your work life.

Jupiter in seventh house

Something special about your marriage, either you get spiritual partner or you become spiritual after marriage.

Jupiter here could give you troubled marriage life. It won't let you enjoy luxury and pleasure of married life.

Here, Jupiter can give you late marrige also

But once, you are married it always saves your marriage.

Here Jupiter gives you good gains, good circle of friends and good name, fame and reputation also.

Jupiter in eighth house.

Here, Jupiter will give you good knowledge in occult and spirituality.

You always have blessing of Jupiter in your most critical stages of your life

There will be lot of transformations in your life, but you always get good guidence and teachers to help you.

*Here Jupiter could make you spiritual, and could take you away form your birth place and make you good meditator.

Jupiter here, tries to liberate you from all your karmic relationships and takes you towards liberation.

Person would be highly giving person who loves to give other people.

They are helpful and kind soul who enjoys isolation.

Jupiter in ninth house

Native would be highly religious and loves to follow the rules.

He/she could be good teacher and love to do short travels.

Here person could feel the presece of divine walking with the native.

Jupiter blessings will be always on the person and Jupiter will give person a pleasent and attractive personality.

Jupiter in tenth house

Here, native will be lucky for his or her work place and wherever native goes or joins that company would start progressing

Native would love to work in his/ her comfort zone and are really good teacher and counsellors

*Here native would get good family, good speech and good family savings.

Jupiter in eleventh house .

Native would alway get good network of friends who are highly intellectual and intelligent.

They would always help native in their gains.

*Native would be multi-talented and good in communication. Jupiter here gives good relationship with sibblings and makes native helpful.

Jupiter in twelfth house .

Here, Jupiter makes you good meditator and good in spirituality.

Native might marry outside their religion or go in foreign country to work.

Jupiter gives you good gains in foreign land or from spirituality and meditation.

*Here native will always have home to live and love his religion alot and love to follow the rituals of religion.

You will find alway peace when you connect to the god.

[overtaken-stream]

α!Gagamaru Gin x Gn! β!Reader headcanon

Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure don't @ me.

Warnings: Gagamaru is a bit weird, Silly even(he's insane)

There is always that distinctive scent lingering on you, the smell that you try to explain but your vague ability stops you from pointing it out precisely. It must be strong if your nose can pick it out. So misty, cold, and incredibly familiar. No matter how many times you wash the school uniform and scrub your skin red, it comes back the next day, at what time you can never point it out, however, it's evident that it's from school.

Gin is all-natural through and through (except when it comes to his hair), and the perfumes often irritate his sensitive nose, same with sweet-smelling shampoos and body wash, he believes that they are artificial smells that stain people's true character, he has also found that those who use fake odors have many insecurities to hide, be it their second gender or their natural aroma is an unfavored one in society, it does not bother him, but he has never favored deceit. Gin believes that his smell is quite pleasant, probably influenced by all the time he and his family spent hiking when he was a pup. It reminds him of the scent of rain, petrichor was what the doctor called it when he presented. A compliment that his brain only remembered because of the correct adjective used to describe his recently discovered asset.

He remembers it all too well, the overwhelming mix of raw and false fragrances in his middle school class, packed in a classroom with no windows open. He couldn't help the scrunched nose showing on his face every day, trying to find clean air to breathe without the biological chemicals burning off his nose, for the first time in his life, Gin could clearly express his emotion all thanks to newly flowered instincts and his personal preference. It was a shame it had to be distaste. As a pup, he dreamed of having long limbs to hike with, cross the rivers, and climb on rocks without his father helping him, but if this is what it's like to be a grown-up, smelling all the smelly smells that smell bad or good, he would rather be a pup forever.

His keen hearing and eyesight are no match for his sense of smell, but now he could pick out his parent's residual odor on the school campus, hours after they've left.

Maybe it was his bias that made him favor Betas more than Omegas and Alphas, the natural and soft undertones in a society full of suffocating chemicals were liberating for Gin.

His nose was able to smell the uplifting aroma that you contained, weaker than ever hidden behind countless scents. It stayed like that between you and Gin, him enjoying your smell from the other side of the classroom while you took notes and never glanced in his direction, your nose is weaker than others, never truly being able to sense the intense pheromones swirling around.

His communication is not the best, however, he does not care enough to improve it anymore. Some view his nonchalant attitude and simple words as a negative trait. He wonders what you will think of it.

With a bag tossed over your shoulder, you stroll the chilly hallways, getting closer and closer to your destination. But just as you are about to grab ahold of the handle to open the door to the classroom, it harshly unlocks itself. An unexpected occurrence makes you softly jump on your feet before even noticing the figure standing on the other side, staring down at you with a curious tint in his round eyes, he casts a shadow on you.

``Oh I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone...`` He says.

``It's okay...`` There is not a lot to say about him, even if you are his classmate, you don't know much about him and are not planning on knowing. As you make room for him to pass, you can feel his shoulder press against yours before he finally frees the entrance and walks away from the class. It was a confusing experience, but nothing to note of.

Gin figures that his favorite activity is scenting, his mother and his father were the first people he tried to scent, and kept their scent on him as an eleven-year-old pup up til the last year of middle school.

He is aware that leaving his pheromones on your clothes isn't the best strategy, but neither is leaving his scent on your skin while knowing nothing of you. He hopes that maybe he can change that, perhaps you will recognize that the cold smell comes from him.

Gin is a person who listens to his instincts, it's a skill needed for his beloved hobbies, however lately as you come to school without his scent, the active feeling of annoyance is hard to miss, he wants nothing but to drag you into his bed and cover you with himself, until your nose smells nothing but him on you the whole week, til someone can't differentiate Gagmaru from you. Gin wants nothing but to become one with you in those mornings. It's a shame he can only touch a part of you "accidentally" for it.

He wonders if his scent ever comforts you.

Gin will always find a way to scent you no matter what, so you might as well stop trying to clean it and start seeking him out since he is the only one whose scent matches with the one clinging to you.

The nonchalant alpha has never taken any bait thrown his way, so when his classmates start looking judgemental of his actions, Gin never remembers their words, he has already answered them once and Gagamarus don't like repeating themselves.

Maybe that's how you got to the bottom of your situation, rumors and rude words about him flying through the school until they finally got mingled with your name. So that's all he had to do to make you approach him? Hmh.

You speak so calmly when he left no roundabout way for you and made you go straight to the point.

You ask him to stop scenting you?

He likes you, maybe even loves you.

You don't believe in love at sight?

That's okay, he'll make you believe it.

The next day he puts his plan to work and brings only the best snacks for you to enjoy during lunch. Try to be nice after all, it's his first time courting someone.

[ethereal-multiplicity]

777 - Sins

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Honoring demonic deities sins:

(Please let me know if you have other things I should add to this list, these are just off the top of my head)

⟡ Lord Lucifer ⟡ Pride ⟡

Journal about your achievements, no matter how small

Strut your personality with joy, you deserve to be happy being yourself

Masterbation magic for self love and pride

Turn insults into compliments, or try not to let insults break you

⊱ ☆ ⊰

⟡ Lord Mammon ⟡ Greed ⟡

Allow yourself earthly pleasures

Gamble/Drink responsibly

Indulge in your body/your partners body (consensually)

Be greedy with your personal time

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⟡ King Asmodeus ⟡ Lust ⟡

Once again, indulge in your body/your partners body (consensually)

Follow your non-harmful impulsive thoughts

Practice self love and worth

Bath/Mirror magic

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⟡ Lord Leviathan ⟡ Envy ⟡

Plan your desired future state

Affirmations affirmations AFFIRMATIONS

Be petty to those who flaunt their life to break you down

Shadow Work

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⟡ King Beelzebub ⟡ Gluttony ⟡

Heal your relationship with food

Do whatever you need to live your perfect life, spend, save, heal, whatever you need to live happily

Love yourself first/Put your needs first

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Build a positive relationship with your body, any rolls or fat you have is proof that you are alive and fed.

⟡ Lord Satan ⟡ Wrath ⟡

Learn the difference between healthy outbursts vs abusive outbursts (this includes any form of self-harm just as much as harm to other people)

Don't be afraid to fight a bitch for freedom (Learn how to protect yourself and others)

Be an advocate for justice and protection

Learn and practice coping skills

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⟡ King Belphegor ⟡ Sloth ⟡

Allow yourself rest, nothing else is more important than your bodies well being (Ps, its not lazy to do nothing)

Take time to enjoy life and the things around you

Walk away from things that cause you distress, you don't always have to fight or endure

Allow your creativity to flow

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All these things are common upon each of the 7.

Also, ignore all of this if you have mental/physical health struggles, do whatever you need to do to survive, survival is more important than literally anything.

A lot of these demons, especially Satan and Lucifer, were pagan gods and modern religion made them look evil so they could try to gaslight and manipulate pagans into converting.

And to anyone new to demonic worship, never let anyone tell you these demons stand for abuse, sacrifice, or anything harmful.

Demons commonly are known for helping traumatized people, liberating those who are in-slaved in some way, and helping people heal from the past.

No Satanist who hurts people, animals, or nature is an actual Satanist. Satanism is all about freedom, liberation, and standing up to the man.

[fatliberation]

hey um. this is kinda embarrassing but since you're like The Only blog ive seen posting positively about sexuality as a fat person. do you know where i can find information about positioning when your mobility's restricted bc you're fat and disabled? ive been trying to explore anal but i literally just cannot reach and all my internet searching turns up is "if it hurts use more lube!" which no, that part was fine for the like 3 seconds it worked. the problem is the only position i could figure out for reaching was so strenuous my legs, arms, wrists, and hands cramped so badly after 20 minutes of trying i had to stop and it hurt for hours afterwards.

please don’t be embarrassed! fat & disabled people deserve to have open conversations about our sexualities. we’re hot, we’re sexy, we deserve to have sexual experiences that are satisfying! thank you for asking, because talking about it only helps others feel less alone. this is an absolutely shame-free zone!

toys/assistive devices are your friend. if you’re working with dildos, ones with a suction cup base are excellent for hands-free play. it can stick to a flat surface, whether it’s a wall for standing/rocking back and forth, or a platform that is meant to be strapped to a pillow - something you could place on a mattress or even a chair. I imagine that anal beads with a suction base also exist. there's all kinds of neat stuff out there! there are handles that hold toys to help you reach without straining. this post has a long list of accessible sex toy options with links!

remember folks, modern sex toys were invented by and for the disabled community! use them!!

[thaenad]

“fat fetishists, feedees & gainers are harmful to the fat liberation movement because they reinforce fat stereotypes like gluttony and it makes us look bad” I’m sorry what?? is fat liberation not about allowing fat people to exist and eat and take up space? fat people SHOULD be able to eat a ton of food in public, get messy, wear clothing that reveals their fatness, and not deny themselves pleasure. none of these things are morally wrong. none of these things warrant harassment or judgement.

I understand the argument that viewing these traits as embarrassing is part of a humiliation kink that eroticizes fatphobia. I don’t think that’s wrong, so long as you put in the work to unlearn any real biases—outside of the extremely vulnerable and enigmatic space that is pleasure, fantasy, and power exchange (where by the way, we cannot control what does and does not turn us on). I agree that any sort of oppression play should be done in private between consenting individuals so it does not impact others.

but honestly, that’s not even what every feedist is into. I don’t want people to stare. my partner and I don’t do this for any sort of attention. I just want to take my baby out to dinner and let them enjoy themself and get as full as they want on good food, and I get very self conscious of who may be watching. we often have to sneak around and hide the amount of food they eat to avoid questioning and judgement and honestly it would be so much easier if we could just be accepted and left tf alone.

I know how these stereotypes have been used over and over again in the media to dehumanize fat people, and it’s not okay. we are on the same page. we all want to end weight stigma. yes, not all fat people get fat because they eat a lot. but some do, and that’s fucking okay too. we are not buying into the “good fatty” mentality here and that is precisely the point.

fat pleasure is fat liberation.

[mehbles]

Carlos

Chapter 1

Carlos had always been lean and fit. As a personal trainer, his physique was his pride—a testament to the dedication and hard work he put into his own training and his career. Every day, he maintained a strict diet, one that sculpted his body into the perfect athletic frame, and his clients often looked up to him as an example of health and discipline. But deep down, Carlos felt a curiosity stirring, one he had tried to ignore for years.

He’d heard about the gaining community—people who, instead of striving for lean muscle, embraced a different path. They aimed to bulk up, building both muscle and fat, embracing a larger, more powerful look. It was the complete opposite of what Carlos had always stood for, but the idea intrigued him. He wanted to know what it would feel like to let go of his tight dietary restrictions, to see his body transform in a way he had never allowed before.

It started as a quiet experiment. Carlos began by increasing his calories slightly—adding an extra protein shake here, a bigger serving of rice there. He continued to train hard, lifting heavy weights to maintain his muscle mass, but he noticed the changes almost immediately. His body began to fill out. His muscles became thicker, but so did his midsection. His abs, once so defined, began to soften as the weeks went by.

Despite the initial unease, he couldn’t deny the thrill that came with seeing himself grow. He felt stronger, bigger, and more powerful in ways he had never imagined. The people around him began to notice too, complimenting his new size. He found himself spending more time with other gainers, learning their techniques, their diets, and their outlook on body positivity and embracing mass.

Carlos’ diet evolved. No longer was he focused on low-carb, lean protein meals. Instead, he welcomed foods he’d once avoided—burgers, pizza, pasta, and all the desserts he could get his hands on. The new approach was liberating; each meal became an event, an opportunity to push his boundaries and expand his capacity. His appetite grew alongside his body, and what once seemed like a guilty pleasure turned into a daily ritual of indulgence.

Months passed, and Carlos’ transformation became impossible to ignore. His once-defined jawline softened, replaced by a thicker, more rounded look. His chest, still muscular, now sat atop a growing belly, which protruded slightly over the waistband of his tight swim trunks. He’d outgrown his old wardrobe, trading his fitted shirts for looser tees, though even they began to cling tightly as he filled out.

One day, as he stood poolside, he looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the bulk he had worked so hard for. His thighs were now powerful and thick, his arms massive with layers of both muscle and fat. The lean, athletic man he had once been was gone, replaced by a gainer who wore his size with pride. His stomach, round and firm, was a testament to the hundreds of extra calories he consumed each day. He flexed, feeling the weight and the power behind his new frame, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Carlos had embraced a new identity—one where he was no longer defined by society’s standards of fitness, but by his own desire for growth. He knew the journey wasn’t over; there was still more room to grow, more muscle and mass to pack on. He was excited to see just how far he could push himself, how much more his body could take.

For Carlos, the lean physique was a chapter of his past. The new Carlos was a gainer, embracing his size, and with every pound gained, he felt more alive than ever.

Chapter 2

Carlos stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. It was quiet, and he was alone, giving him a moment to fully take in the transformation he had undergone over the past few months. His once tight, defined abs were long gone, replaced by a soft, jiggly belly that spilled slightly over the waistband of his shorts. He placed both hands on it, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips, and gave it a gentle shake.

It jiggled with the motion, wobbling slightly as he watched it bounce. There was something mesmerizing about the way it moved, how it responded to his touch, the way it filled his hands with a comforting softness he had never experienced before. He ran his hand down the curve of his belly, feeling the slight stretch marks forming on the sides, a sign of his rapid gain. His fingers lingered there, tracing the lines with a sense of pride rather than shame.

Carlos leaned closer to the mirror, lifting his belly slightly and letting it drop, enjoying the way it rippled and swayed before settling back into place. The sight sent a thrill through him. This softness, this jiggle—it was proof of his journey, a badge of honor marking the path he had chosen. He wasn’t lean or shredded anymore, but that no longer mattered to him. What mattered was the way he felt, the satisfaction of seeing his body fill out beyond its former limits.

He pushed out his belly, letting it hang fully, giving himself a side profile view. It was round and prominent, with a slight crease where it folded naturally above his waistband. It wobbled with every movement he made, a constant reminder of his new size. Carlos loved the feeling of weight and the way his belly rested against his thighs when he sat down. It was a sensation he had never allowed himself to experience before, and now, he found it intoxicating.

As he continued to admire himself, he gave his belly another playful shake, smiling as it jiggled in response. He couldn’t help but laugh, a deep, satisfied sound that echoed in the room. This body, soft and jiggly, was something he had worked hard to create. It represented freedom, indulgence, and the satisfaction of letting go of the rigid rules that had once dominated his life.

With one last pat, he pulled his shorts back up, feeling the waistband snug around his soft middle. Carlos knew he was only at the beginning of his gaining journey, and the idea of growing even bigger, of feeling his belly expand and jiggle even more, filled him with excitement. For now, though, he was content to enjoy this new softness, to admire the way his belly moved, and to embrace the man he had become.

Chapter 3

Carlos stepped into the gym, feeling the familiar scent of rubber mats and the hum of treadmills in the air. It had been a while since he’d been here. These days, his focus was more on heavy lifting and bulking meals than on cardio, but today, he decided to test just how much his body had changed since he’d embarked on his gaining journey. He figured a quick jog on the treadmill wouldn’t hurt—just to see if he could still keep up.

He approached the machine, noticing how different his body felt with each step. His thighs, once lean and muscular, now rubbed together, and his belly bounced slightly with each movement. It was an odd sensation, one that both excited and amused him. Climbing onto the treadmill, he adjusted his shorts, which had become snug around his thicker waist and thighs, and set the machine to a slow jog.

As the treadmill began to move, Carlos felt the unfamiliar weight of his belly tugging downward. It jiggled and bounced with every step, a heavy, soft mass that made it difficult to maintain his balance. Within seconds, he was reminded that his body was no longer the lean, agile machine it used to be. Instead, he was carrying a lot more weight—and his belly made sure he knew it. He picked up the pace, feeling the soft roll of his belly slap gently against his thighs with each stride.

He tried to push himself, speeding up the treadmill to a moderate pace, but his body protested. His belly, now fully jiggling with every step, felt like an anchor pulling him down. His chest, thicker than before, bounced with each stride, and he felt the jiggle extend down to his thighs, which wobbled as they worked to keep up with the machine’s speed.

He quickly became breathless, his lungs burning as he fought to maintain the rhythm. Sweat formed on his brow, and his hands gripped the treadmill’s rails tightly. His belly swung with every step, wobbling and bouncing more than he ever imagined it would. Each movement made him feel the sheer size and softness of it. It was almost surreal to think how far he had come from his days of having tight abs that never moved. Now, every part of him jiggled with effort.

After a few minutes, Carlos felt the exhaustion building. His legs were tired, his arms heavy, and his soft belly was bouncing so intensely it was becoming almost comical. He slowed the machine down, eventually bringing it to a walking pace. His hands rested on his belly as he caught his breath, feeling the warm softness beneath his fingers. It heaved up and down, his breathing heavy as he laughed at himself.

“Well, I guess sprinting’s not for me anymore,” he muttered with a grin, giving his jiggly middle an affectionate pat. The treadmill may have been a challenge, but it was also a reminder of how far he had come—and how much he had changed.

Carlos stepped off the treadmill, wiping the sweat from his brow. Despite the struggle, he felt a strange sense of pride. His body had grown, and it was heavier, softer, and jiggly—just like he wanted. He knew there were limits now, that running might no longer be in his repertoire, but he didn’t care. He had gained size, and with that, a new sense of freedom and enjoyment.

With a final pat to his belly, he turned away from the treadmill, ready to head to the weight room. After all, there were still plenty of gains to make, and he was excited to see how much bigger he could grow.

Chapter 4

Carlos had been pushing his limits for months, and it showed. Every meal had become a mission—calories piled high, with double helpings, desserts, and everything in between. His once-athletic frame had morphed into something far bulkier and softer, and he loved every moment of it. His belly, now a prominent round mound, jiggled with each step, a testament to his dedication to gaining as much mass as possible.

On a warm summer day, Carlos decided to take a dip in his pool. He pulled out his favorite pair of swim shorts—black and snug, but still stretchy enough to contain his growing body. They were already feeling tight the last time he wore them, but today, as he struggled to pull them up past his thick thighs and over his belly, he realized just how much bigger he had become. The fabric stretched to its limit, hugging his massive thighs and squeezing tightly around his waist, creating a small fold where his belly hung over the waistband.

He stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way his belly pushed out against the taut fabric, the swim shorts barely containing him. His chest, broader and thicker than ever, jiggled as he flexed, and his thighs, now thick and solid, rubbed together as he moved. He felt immense, powerful, and undeniably bulky. The shorts, though strained, still managed to cling on, and Carlos figured they’d make it through a quick swim.

Carlos headed outside, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin. As he stood by the edge of the pool, he couldn’t resist giving his belly a playful shake, feeling the way it bounced and jiggled freely. It was a feeling he had grown to love—being big, soft, and round. He bent down, testing the water, and felt the shorts pull even tighter across his backside and thighs. He grinned, knowing he was pushing their limits.

With a deep breath, he leapt into the pool, the cool water rushing over his body. For a moment, he felt weightless, his bulk suspended in the water. But as he surfaced, he felt a sudden, sharp tension. The swim shorts, stretched beyond their capacity, had caught on the edge of the pool as he resurfaced. Carlos heard a loud, unmistakable rip.

He glanced down, eyes widening as he saw the split running right up the side of his shorts. The fabric, unable to handle his size, had torn open, exposing the sides of his thick thighs and part of his belly. He tried to pull the fabric together, but as he moved, the rip only grew bigger, splitting even further until the entire seam gave way.

Carlos laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed off the water. He watched as the remains of his swim shorts floated up around him, torn beyond repair. His belly, now freed from the tight constraints, bobbed up and down in the water, jiggling with every laugh. The cool sensation of the water against his skin felt liberating.

“Guess I really outgrew those,” he muttered to himself, patting his belly as he floated there, grinning. It was a moment of triumph, a clear sign of how far he had come in his journey. The man who once fit into those shorts with ease was long gone, replaced by a bigger, bulkier version of himself—one who filled out every inch of fabric he wore until it couldn’t hold him anymore.

Carlos climbed out of the pool, dripping wet and entirely unbothered by the fact that he was now practically naked. He stood proudly, water streaming down his thick, bulky frame. His belly hung heavily over his waistband, jiggling slightly as he adjusted his stance. He admired his reflection in the pool’s surface, his body now a massive, soft version of the lean man he once was.

With a grin, he tossed the torn shorts aside, patting his belly again. “Looks like it’s time for an upgrade,” he said, fully embracing the size and softness he had worked so hard to gain. For Carlos, this was just another milestone—a sign that there was still more room to grow, and he was more than ready for it.

Chapter 5

Carlos walked into the gym, his bulky frame commanding attention as he moved through the space. His stringer tank top clung to his body, the fabric struggling to stretch across his broad chest and thick shoulders. The straps barely covered his torso, exposing the heavy, round belly that now hung in front of him, resting comfortably over the waistband of his gym shorts. Every step he took caused his belly to bounce slightly, and the sides of his tank revealed the soft rolls forming beneath his pecs—evidence of his transformation from lean athlete to bulky powerhouse.

He’d always enjoyed working out, but now, he found a new thrill in the way his body responded to the weightlifting. It wasn’t just about gaining strength anymore; it was about feeling his body expand with every lift, watching his pecs swell and his belly grow softer and rounder. The once-fit trainer had fully embraced his size, and it was clear he was proud of it.

Carlos walked over to the squat rack, grabbing a barbell and loading it with heavy plates. His friends, who had seen him progress from shredded to bulky, were there to cheer him on. They couldn’t help but admire the way he’d grown. “Damn, Carlos, you’ve really packed on the mass,” one of them said with a grin, patting his shoulder.

“Yeah, man,” another added, nodding approvingly. “That belly’s getting huge. You’re looking strong.”

Carlos smirked, his hands gripping the bar as he positioned himself under the weight. “I’ve been working hard for this,” he replied, his voice full of pride. He adjusted his stance, feeling the cool metal against his shoulders as he glanced at his friends in the mirror. “It’s all part of the plan.”

As he began to lift, his belly pressed against his thighs, and his pecs jiggled with the movement. The tank top, which barely covered his expanding frame, rose up slightly, revealing more of his thick, side rolls. Each squat sent a wave through his belly, causing it to wobble and jiggle freely. His friends watched, impressed by the sheer size he’d put on. It was one thing to gain muscle, but Carlos had gone beyond that—he had embraced every pound, and it showed.

“Look at that belly move!” one of his friends called out, laughing. “Man, you’re huge. And those side rolls? No hiding them in that tank top.”

Carlos grinned, standing back up with the barbell before lowering it back into the rack. He was breathing heavily, the effort showing on his face, but he felt strong, solid, and undeniably bulky. He looked down, giving his belly a playful shake, feeling the way it jiggled beneath his fingers. His friends crowded around him, patting his belly and pecs, squeezing the soft fat that had accumulated there.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” one of them asked, giving his side roll a light squeeze. “To just let go and grow.”

Carlos nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, it really does. Never thought I’d enjoy it this much, but honestly, this feels amazing.” He flexed his arms, his biceps pushing against the tight straps of the tank top, while his belly spilled out even further.

The group continued their workout, but all eyes remained on Carlos. Whether he was bench pressing with his pecs bouncing above his thick belly or curling weights with his arms straining against the softness at his sides, he was the center of attention. His friends, once his training partners and fellow fitness enthusiasts, were now his biggest fans, admiring the way he had committed fully to his gaining journey.

After finishing a set of bench presses, Carlos sat up, his belly spreading out as he leaned forward. He wiped the sweat from his brow, noticing how the stringer tank top had ridden up, revealing his soft, jiggly midsection in full. His friends gave him thumbs up and encouraging slaps on the back.

“Carlos, you’re a beast now, man,” one said, shaking his head with a grin. “You’ve got the size and the strength. Plus, that belly? It suits you.”

Carlos chuckled, patting his round middle, feeling the soft fat bounce beneath his hand. “I appreciate it. I’m just getting started, though. There’s a lot more to grow.”

His friends laughed and nodded, admiring the massive bulk he had become. For Carlos, every pound, every jiggle, and every compliment was fuel. As he adjusted his tank top, which now barely held his chest and belly in place, he felt proud of how far he’d come. There was no turning back; the lean athlete was gone, and the bulked-up, soft, and jiggly Carlos was here to stay—and he couldn’t wait to see just how much bigger he could get.

Chapter 6

Carlos stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his massive frame reflected back at him. His belly, round and soft, hung heavily over the waistband of his shorts, and his pecs jiggled slightly as he adjusted his stance. It had been a while since he’d checked his weight. The thought crossed his mind now and then, but he had avoided the scale, preferring to focus on how he felt and how his body looked. But today, curiosity got the better of him.

He took a deep breath, stepping onto the scale with a sense of anticipation. The numbers flickered for a moment before settling, and when they finally displayed, his eyes widened in disbelief.

“310 pounds.”

Carlos stared at the number, feeling the shock wash over him. The last time he had checked his weight, he was hovering around 250 pounds, already a big leap from the lean 190 he had maintained for years. But 310? He hadn’t realized just how much he had grown. He felt the weight of that number settle in, both literally and figuratively, as he looked down at his belly, now fully understanding why it jiggled and bounced so much more than it used to.

He gave his belly an experimental poke, feeling the soft fat beneath his fingers. “310 pounds, huh?” he muttered, a grin slowly forming on his face. His initial shock transformed into a sense of pride. Every single pound he’d gained was a result of his hard work—of countless meals, hours at the gym, and the commitment to embrace his size. And now, the number staring back at him was proof of that dedication.

Carlos shifted his weight, watching as the scale wavered slightly but remained firmly at 310. He stepped off and gave himself a full look in the mirror, admiring the way his belly jutted out, round and full, and the way his pecs sat heavily on his chest. His love handles curved out to the sides, creating a soft, thick silhouette that filled out his shorts and tank top completely.

He ran a hand down the side of his body, feeling the rolls that had formed there—each one a symbol of his transformation. His thighs, thick and powerful, rubbed together as he moved, and his arms were now surrounded by layers of softness that complemented the muscle underneath. Everything about him was bigger, softer, and bulkier than it had ever been.

“310,” he repeated, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Man, I’ve really outdone myself.”

Carlos felt a surge of excitement. He had never imagined he’d see this number on the scale, but now that he had, it only motivated him to go further. If he could hit 310 pounds, who was to say he couldn’t reach 350 or even 400? The thought of continuing to grow, to add more size and mass, sent a thrill through him.

With one last look at the scale, he patted his belly, feeling it bounce under his touch. “Guess it’s time to celebrate with another big meal,” he said with a grin, rubbing his soft middle. “If I can hit 310, I know I can go bigger.”

He left the bathroom, feeling more determined than ever. The scale had given him a number, but it also gave him a goal—a new milestone to surpass. For Carlos, there was no stopping now; the bigger he got, the more he loved the process. 310 pounds was just the beginning.

Chapter 7

Carlos entered the doctor’s office, feeling the familiar sense of anticipation mixed with a bit of nervousness. It had been a while since his last checkup, and he knew things had changed significantly since then. The memory of stepping on his own scale and seeing 310 pounds flashed in his mind. He was curious—maybe a little anxious—about what the doctor might say. But deep down, he was proud of his transformation and ready to embrace whatever feedback he might receive.

As he sat down in the waiting room, he noticed the way his belly rested on his lap, his thighs spreading out and filling the space of the chair. His clothes felt snug as usual; his shirt stretched tightly over his chest and belly, and his shorts dug into his thick thighs. The nurse called his name, and he stood up, feeling the weight of his body shift as he moved. Each step made his belly jiggle and sway slightly, a reminder of how much he had grown.

“Carlos, nice to see you again,” the doctor greeted him as he walked into the examination room. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy… growing, I guess,” Carlos said with a grin, patting his belly as he took a seat on the examination table. The paper crinkled beneath his weight, and he adjusted himself, feeling his sides and belly spread out as he settled.

“Well, let’s start with the basics,” the doctor said, grabbing his stethoscope. “We’ll check your blood pressure, and then we’ll get your weight and run a few tests.”

Carlos nodded, holding his arm out for the cuff. As the doctor took his blood pressure, Carlos noticed the way the doctor’s eyes lingered on his belly. The doctor moved on to listen to his heartbeat, pressing the stethoscope against his thick chest, which jiggled slightly as he breathed in.

“Your heart sounds strong, Carlos. But I have to say, you’ve put on quite a bit of weight since your last visit,” the doctor remarked, a note of concern in his voice.

Carlos nodded, knowing this was coming. “Yeah, I’ve been bulking a lot. Trying something different, you know?”

The doctor raised an eyebrow but continued with his examination. “Well, let’s get you on the scale and see where you’re at.”

Carlos stood up, feeling the doctor’s eyes on him as he stepped onto the scale. The machine beeped and displayed the number clearly: 318 pounds. Carlos felt a mix of pride and apprehension. He had gained another eight pounds since he last checked, and he could feel every bit of it in the way his belly and chest jiggled when he moved.

The doctor scribbled some notes. “318 pounds. That’s quite a jump from where you were a couple of years ago, Carlos. You were around 190 back then, if I recall correctly.”

Carlos grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been focusing on bulking up—lifting heavy, eating more, and just… embracing the gains.”

The doctor nodded slowly, folding his arms. “I see that. It’s important to monitor this kind of growth closely, though. Gaining weight at this rate can have some effects on your overall health—especially your cardiovascular health, blood pressure, and metabolism.”

Carlos’s grin faded a bit. “I get that. I’ve been feeling good overall, but I guess it’s important to check everything.”

The doctor smiled, his tone softening. “It’s good to hear you feel well, and it’s obvious you’ve embraced the changes. But we just need to make sure your body is handling it. Let’s take some bloodwork and run a few tests to get a complete picture.”

Carlos agreed, and the doctor began the usual routine—taking his blood, checking his cholesterol levels, and monitoring his blood sugar. Carlos could feel his shirt tighten as he lifted his arm, the fabric straining to cover his expanding belly.

After the tests were done, the doctor sat down with Carlos to go over some preliminary findings. “So far, your results are within range, but I want you to keep an eye on your weight gain, especially around your belly. Carrying excess weight here can lead to higher risks for things like diabetes and heart issues down the road.”

Carlos nodded, absorbing the information. “I get it. I’ll try to balance it out more. Maybe mix in some cardio.”

The doctor smiled, relieved that Carlos was open to the advice. “That’s a great start. You don’t have to give up bulking, but finding a balance can help you maintain your health as you grow. And if you ever need guidance on nutrition or exercise adjustments, we’re here for you.”

Carlos stood up, shaking the doctor’s hand. “Thanks, doc. I appreciate it. I’ll take it seriously.”

As he left the office, Carlos felt a mixture of emotions—relief that he was still healthy but also a new sense of responsibility. He had achieved his goal of bulking up, and he loved the way he looked and felt. But he knew he needed to be mindful of the future, finding that balance between enjoying his new size and keeping his health in check.

Walking out of the clinic, he rubbed his belly thoughtfully. “Time for a big meal… and maybe a quick jog after,” he said to himself with a chuckle, feeling more determined than ever to grow stronger—both in body and in health.

Chapter 8

Carlos had been looking forward to this cruise for months. It was his first real vacation in years, and he was excited to let loose and enjoy himself. The cruise promised all the food, drinks, and entertainment he could imagine, and after months of intense training and bulking, he was ready to indulge without any restrictions. This was his chance to completely unwind and enjoy the results of his hard work—he was bigger and bulkier than ever, and this trip was all about celebration.

As soon as the ship set sail, Carlos felt the excitement build. The dining halls were endless buffets of food, with every option he could possibly crave—pasta dishes, steaks, burgers, mountains of desserts, and a never-ending flow of drinks. It was like a paradise designed just for him. He had always had a big appetite, but something about the cruise made him want to push his limits even further. Why not? He was here to enjoy himself, and he had the whole week to feast.

At breakfast on the first morning, Carlos piled his plate high with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and pastries. By the time he finished, he felt his belly pushing against his shirt, bloated but satisfied. He patted it with a grin, already planning his next meal. As the days went on, he fell into a rhythm—every meal was an opportunity to test his appetite, to see just how much he could eat. Lunch was a double helping of pasta and pizza, washed down with beer, and dinner was a multi-course affair with everything from seafood platters to steaks, finishing off with cheesecake and ice cream.

Carlos’s tank tops and shorts, already tight when he arrived, began to feel even snugger. His belly, which had grown softer and rounder over the months, now seemed to swell visibly by the hour. By the third day, his clothes were straining, the waistband of his shorts digging into the soft flesh of his sides and belly. His tank tops rode up, exposing his lower belly, which jiggled freely with every step. He didn’t care. He was on vacation, and he was loving every moment of it.

His friends on the cruise couldn’t help but notice how much he was eating, and they egged him on, challenging him to see just how much he could pack away at each meal. Carlos loved the attention. He became the center of every dinner, his friends cheering him on as he ordered extra entrees and desserts, watching in awe as he devoured plate after plate.

“Carlos, you’re a beast, man!” one of his friends said, shaking his head as he watched Carlos polish off another plate of ribs. “You’ve gotta be close to bursting.”

Carlos laughed, leaning back in his chair. His belly, now fully exposed beneath his tank top, bulged out, heavy and round, resting on his lap. “Not yet,” he replied with a grin, rubbing his swollen middle. “I’ve still got room.”

But as the days passed, Carlos started to feel the effects of his non-stop indulgence. By the fifth day, he had to unbutton his shorts completely just to sit comfortably at the table, and even then, his belly hung over the waistband, pressing against the table’s edge. His tank tops were practically useless, the fabric stretched so tight it barely covered his chest, leaving his growing belly entirely exposed.

That night, after a particularly indulgent dinner of steak, potatoes, and several slices of pie, Carlos felt a wave of exhaustion hit him. His friends watched in amusement as he struggled to get up from the table, his belly so full it felt like a weight pulling him down. He finally stood, swaying slightly as he felt the strain on his overstuffed stomach.

“Think you overdid it, big guy?” one of his friends joked, giving Carlos a playful pat on his belly, which jiggled in response.

Carlos chuckled, though he felt the tightness in his gut. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, rubbing his belly in slow circles. “But hey, it’s a vacation. Gotta make the most of it, right?”

The next morning, Carlos woke up feeling heavy and bloated, but that didn’t stop him from heading straight to the breakfast buffet. His stomach protested as he piled his plate high, but he ignored it, digging in with enthusiasm. He was determined to make the most of every day left on the cruise, no matter how tight his clothes felt or how full he was.

By the final day, Carlos was practically waddling through the ship. His belly had grown significantly, now hanging low and jiggling with every step, his love handles spilling over the sides of his shorts, which he could only manage to button halfway. He had embraced the gluttony completely, and the results were obvious—his entire body felt softer, rounder, and heavier.

At the last dinner, Carlos pushed himself to the limit. His friends watched in amazement as he ate course after course, his belly expanding before their eyes. By the time he finished his second dessert, he leaned back, feeling his belly pressing against the table, his skin tight and stretched.

“Whoa, Carlos, you’ve really outdone yourself,” one of his friends said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone eat like that.”

Carlos grinned, even as he felt the tightness of his belly stretching against his tank top. “Told you I was going all out,” he said, rubbing his belly, which jiggled with the motion. “This cruise was made for gains.”

But as he stood up, he felt the reality of just how much he had eaten. His belly felt impossibly heavy, and he had to lean back slightly to balance himself. His tank top rode up completely, and he staggered slightly, feeling the weight of his swollen belly pulling him forward. His friends rushed to help steady him, laughing as they patted his massive gut.

“Easy there, big guy,” one of them said. “Looks like you’re carrying a food baby.”

Carlos laughed, feeling the strain but loving every minute of it. “Guess I really went all out,” he admitted. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the cruise docked the next day, Carlos knew he had let himself go in the best way possible. He stepped off the ship, feeling the extra weight with every movement, and already planning his next big bulk. After all, if he could handle a week of non-stop indulgence, there was no telling how much more he could grow.

Chapter 9

Carlos strode into the gym, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline mixed with the excitement of showing off his latest gains. It had been a few weeks since his cruise, and he had fully indulged in the aftermath. His appetite had only grown since his vacation, and every meal seemed to stretch his belly a little further. Today, he wore his favorite stringer vest—the same one that had fit perfectly months ago when he first started gaining. But as he moved, he could feel just how much things had changed.

The stringer vest barely covered his chest now. His pecs, once solid and firm, had grown heavier and softer, spilling out from the sides. The thin straps of the vest dug into his shoulders, stretching to hold the weight of his thick, round belly. His gut had ballooned since the cruise, and the vest could no longer cover it. It hung heavily over the waistband of his shorts, the soft flesh jiggling with every step he took. He felt the eyes of others in the gym on him, but Carlos didn’t mind; he loved the attention.

He walked over to the scale, rubbing his belly as he prepared to step on. The last time he checked, he was at 318 pounds, but he knew he had grown since then—he could feel it in the way his belly tugged at his waistband, in the way his chest swayed slightly when he moved. He took a deep breath and stepped on, feeling the cool surface beneath his feet.

The numbers blinked for a moment before settling.

335 pounds.

Carlos’ eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face. “Damn,” he muttered, running a hand over his belly, which jiggled with the motion. “335. That cruise really did me in.” He felt a surge of pride. He had gained a solid 17 pounds since his last weigh-in, and every single pound was visible on his body. His chest, belly, and even his thighs had thickened, filling out the shorts and vest in ways they hadn’t before.

Eager to test himself, Carlos decided to head for the treadmill. The last time he’d tried it, he was around 310 pounds and already struggling to keep up. Now, at 335, he was curious to see how his bulked-up body would handle the challenge. As he approached the treadmill, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror—his belly swaying and his chest spilling out of the sides of the vest. The shirt, already short on him, rode up completely, exposing the round, heavy curve of his gut.

He climbed onto the treadmill, adjusting his shorts, which felt like they were on the verge of splitting. He set the machine to a slow jog, feeling his belly bounce with the first few steps. The soft flesh wobbled freely, and he felt the weight of it pulling down with each stride. His chest jiggled as well, the soft mass swaying from side to side, and his love handles shifted with the movement.

The treadmill’s speed increased, and Carlos struggled to find his rhythm. His bulk made it hard to keep up—every step felt heavier, every stride more challenging as his belly jiggled wildly, and his chest bounced heavily in response. The machine beeped, and he tried to push himself to a faster pace, but his body protested. His thighs, thicker than ever, rubbed together, and he could feel the friction building with each movement. The sides of his belly jostled and slapped against his arms as he struggled to keep his pace steady.

A minute in, Carlos could feel the burn in his lungs, and the sweat began to trickle down his brow. His entire body felt like it was moving in slow motion, weighed down by the mass he had packed on. His breath came in heavy, labored pants, and he had to grip the treadmill’s handles for support. His belly, swinging freely beneath his vest, slapped against his thighs with every step, making it hard to ignore just how big he had become.

“Come on, you’ve got this,” he muttered to himself, though he felt his resolve weakening. His chest heaved as he tried to keep up, the fat jiggling and his love handles bouncing with each movement. It was clear his bulk was more than he could manage at this pace.

After only a few minutes, Carlos felt his energy drain. His legs wobbled, and his belly felt like an anchor dragging him down. He slowed the machine to a walk, catching his breath as he wiped the sweat from his face. The treadmill slowed, and he placed his hands on his hips, feeling the soft rolls spill out beneath his vest.

He grinned, despite the struggle. “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you bulk up,” he said with a laugh, patting his belly, which jiggled in response. “Can’t outrun this size anymore.” He gave his gut a playful shake, feeling the weight and softness of it, the way it bounced freely in his hands. It was a reminder of how far he’d come—how much he’d embraced the lifestyle and the gains that came with it.

Carlos stepped off the treadmill, his belly swinging slightly as he moved. He knew that running was no longer his strength, but he didn’t mind. He had grown too big, too bulky for cardio, and that was exactly how he liked it. He walked over to the weightlifting area, where he felt most at home, ready to lift heavy and continue his journey.

After all, if he could hit 335 pounds, who knew how much more he could gain? For Carlos, the sky was the limit—and he was determined to keep pushing his boundaries, one pound at a time.

Chapter 10

Carlos stood in front of the mirror, his hands gripping the sink as he leaned in closer. His face was flushed a deep shade of red, the sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks, evidence of the intense struggle he had just endured on the treadmill. He could feel his heart racing, pounding heavily in his chest, and as he stared at his reflection, he saw it—a rhythmic thumping that made his pecs jiggle with each beat.

His chest, once firm and muscular, had grown into something softer and thicker. The weight of his gains was evident in the way his pecs moved, bouncing and quivering as his heart pulsed beneath the layer of fat he had built up over the months. It was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic, to see how each heartbeat sent a ripple through his body, making his chest wobble in time. The stringer vest, stretched beyond its capacity, barely clung to his shoulders, the thin straps doing little to contain the movement.

Carlos watched as his chest rose and fell, the heavy mass jiggling uncontrollably. He placed one hand on his pec, feeling the warmth of his skin and the vibrations of his heartbeat beneath his palm. It was a strange sensation—his chest was both soft and solid, thick with the muscle he’d built and the fat he’d gained. He could feel the weight of it, the heaviness that now defined his body.

He pulled the vest aside slightly, revealing more of his swollen chest and the way it swayed with each breath. The soft flesh spilled over his fingers as he held it, feeling the jiggle continue in time with his racing heart. The exertion from the treadmill had sent his pulse soaring, and he could see the effect in every quiver and bounce. His chest wasn’t just moving; it was alive with the energy of his body, responding to every beat, every breath he took.

“Man, I’ve really packed it on,” he muttered, almost in disbelief as he felt his chest wobble again. “Never thought I’d see myself like this.”

He let go of his chest and moved his hand to his belly, which hung heavily over the waistband of his shorts, still jiggling slightly from the movement. It felt huge beneath his hand, warm and soft, and as he ran his fingers over the curve, he could feel his heart’s rhythm there too, faint but present, sending little tremors through the mass. His entire body seemed to be alive with the force of his heartbeat, every pound he’d gained responding to it.

Carlos leaned back, catching his breath as he continued to study his reflection. The red flush of his face was starting to fade, but the sweat still glistened on his skin, dripping down his neck and chest, making his body gleam under the gym’s fluorescent lights. The sight of himself—his pecs jiggling, his belly swaying, the heavy mass of his body moving with every heartbeat—was a reminder of just how far he had come.

He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt, the sense of power and size that came with each new pound. It was a rush, a feeling of having pushed himself to a new level, even if it meant he could no longer keep up with the treadmill like before. For Carlos, every jiggle, every thump of his chest, was proof that he had embraced his journey fully.

“Looks like cardio might not be my thing anymore,” he said with a chuckle, wiping the sweat from his face. “But lifting? That’s where I’ll keep growing.”

Carlos gave his chest one last playful jiggle, watching as it bounced freely before settling back into place. He felt his heart rate begin to slow, the intensity of the pounding subsiding, but the feeling of his soft, heavy chest remained. With a grin, he turned away from the mirror, determined to hit the weights hard. He may have struggled on the treadmill, but he knew that the gym’s weightlifting area was where he thrived—and he was ready to see just how much bigger and stronger he could get.

Chapter 11

Carlos stood on the sidewalk outside his apartment, the early morning sun casting long shadows. He had made a decision: it was time to take control of his health again. After his visit to the doctor and his last experience at the gym, he knew he had to find a balance. The weightlifting would continue—there was no way he was giving up on his gains—but he realized he needed to incorporate more movement into his routine. Running had proven too difficult, but walking felt manageable.

He set out, feeling the cool morning air against his skin as he began his walk. His belly bounced with each step, swaying slightly beneath his oversized t-shirt, and his chest jiggled gently. It was a slower pace than he was used to, but it felt good. His body was heavy, but the walk gave him a sense of purpose and control, the rhythmic motion of his strides providing a steady, calming beat.

At first, Carlos was determined to stick to his new routine. He walked every morning, gradually increasing his distance. It felt good to be active again, and he even noticed that the walking helped his energy levels throughout the day. But as he spent more time on his walks, something else began to change—his appetite.

It started subtly. After his walks, he found himself craving a bigger breakfast than usual. What used to be a couple of eggs and toast turned into a full spread: bacon, sausages, pancakes, and a generous helping of syrup. He rationalized it at first—he was burning more calories, so why not fuel up? But soon, his appetite soared beyond his walks. His body, now used to the extra movement, seemed to crave even more fuel, and he found himself constantly reaching for snacks.

Carlos tried to stick to healthier options, but his cravings intensified. Pizza, burgers, and entire boxes of donuts started making their way into his routine meals. His walks, while beneficial, weren’t enough to counter the sheer volume of food he was consuming. Each time he finished a meal, he found himself still hungry, his body demanding more.

One day, after finishing a particularly long walk, Carlos returned home with a ravenous hunger. He devoured an entire stack of pancakes, loaded with butter and syrup, followed by a second helping of eggs and hash browns. As he sat back, feeling his belly swell and press against his shirt, he realized just how much his appetite had taken over. His hands moved to his belly, rubbing it as he felt it expand. The walk had been good, but his appetite was turning into a force of its own.

Despite the walking, the pounds continued to add on. Carlos’ belly grew softer and rounder, filling out beneath his shirt until it hung heavily over his shorts. His chest, already thick from his bulk, jiggled more with each step, and his love handles became more pronounced, forming soft rolls that pressed against his sides. His thighs thickened as well, rubbing together with every stride, the friction becoming a familiar sensation.

One morning, he set out for his walk with his favorite breakfast spot in mind—a diner he had discovered on one of his routes. They had a “mega breakfast platter,” and after one taste, Carlos found himself returning more frequently. He walked briskly, feeling his body sway as he moved. The fresh air invigorated him, and despite the bounce and jiggle of his belly, he felt good. But as he approached the diner, he felt his hunger pangs intensify. His walks, which had started as a health-focused routine, were quickly becoming excuses to indulge.

He sat down at his usual booth, already feeling his mouth water as he glanced at the menu. The waitress greeted him with a smile, knowing his order by heart. “The usual, Carlos?”

He grinned, patting his belly. “You know it—make it extra bacon today.”

As he waited, he noticed the other patrons giving him glances, but he didn’t mind. He was used to the looks. When the platter arrived, he dug in with enthusiasm, the hunger that had built up on his walk pushing him to eat quickly. He devoured plate after plate—eggs, sausages, hash browns, pancakes, bacon—until his belly felt tight and full, pushing against the table’s edge. He sat back, breathing heavily as he rubbed the swollen curve of his stomach, feeling the weight of the food settling inside.

“Guess I earned it,” he said with a grin, though he knew deep down that his walks were doing little to balance out his appetite. The reality was that his body was thriving on the excess, and his cravings were only growing stronger.

Carlos left the diner, feeling the familiar heaviness in his belly as he resumed his walk. He moved slower now, his belly swaying and bouncing with each step, reminding him of just how much he had eaten. The walk felt more like a waddle, and he could feel the way his shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched tight across his pecs and soft belly.

As he rounded the corner to head home, he knew he was at a crossroads. Walking was supposed to help him balance out his lifestyle, but instead, it seemed to be fueling his appetite and his gains even more. He paused, rubbing his belly thoughtfully, feeling it jiggle beneath his hand. “I guess I’ve got to find a middle ground,” he muttered to himself, though he couldn’t help but smile. He liked the size he had become, and the thought of growing even bigger excited him.

Walking had become a routine, but so had his indulgences. Carlos knew he’d have to figure out a new balance—one where he could enjoy his growing appetite and his growing body, while still taking care of himself. For now, though, he was content to walk at his own pace, letting his appetite—and his body—take the lead.

Chapter 12

A month had passed since Carlos had added his daily walks to his routine, and while they helped clear his mind and gave him some light activity, they did little to curb his soaring appetite. In fact, the extra movement seemed to fuel his hunger even more, and his meals grew larger, turning into feasts. The results were impossible to ignore—his body was growing at a pace he hadn’t anticipated. His clothes felt tighter with each passing day, and the scale, when he finally faced it, confirmed what he already suspected.

Carlos stood in front of the gym’s scale, taking a deep breath before stepping on. The numbers blinked for a moment before settling: 352 pounds. He stared at the display, feeling the excitement rush through him. He had crossed the 350-pound mark, and every pound was visible on his body. His chest was heavy and full, his belly rounder than ever, hanging low over the waistband of his gym shorts. Even his arms and legs had thickened, the muscle he had worked so hard to build now encased in a soft layer of fat.

He grinned, rubbing his belly as he stepped off the scale. “Well, guess it’s time to put these gains to work,” he muttered to himself as he headed over to the weightlifting area for his leg day session.

Carlos had always loved leg day, and even though his size made some movements more challenging, he was determined to push himself. He started with squats, loading the barbell with heavy plates. As he positioned himself under the bar, he felt the weight settle on his shoulders, pressing down into his thick traps. His belly, large and soft, brushed against his thighs as he squatted down, the movement causing it to bunch up and jiggle slightly.

He took a deep breath and pushed up, feeling his thighs—now much thicker and softer—engage as they lifted the weight. His belly wobbled with the motion, and he felt the pull of his shirt, which struggled to stay down over the curve of his gut. Each time he squatted, his belly pressed further into his legs, the soft mass compressing and spreading out, almost like a cushion. When he stood back up, the weight of his belly tugged downward, and he had to adjust his stance to maintain his balance.

After a few sets, Carlos could feel the burn in his legs, but he wasn’t done yet. He moved on to the leg press machine, adjusting the seat to accommodate his size. As he sat down, his belly spilled over his lap, resting heavily as he set his feet on the platform. His shorts, already tight, stretched to their limit as his thighs spread out, the fabric straining against the bulk of his legs.

Carlos pushed the weight up, feeling his legs engage. With each rep, he felt the jiggle of his belly and chest, the movement causing ripples through the soft mass. His thighs, now thicker than ever, wobbled with each press, the fat around them shifting as he powered through the set. He could see the outline of his quads beneath the softness, the muscle still there but now surrounded by a layer of bulk.

As he continued, he felt the strain of his size—his belly, so much bigger now, pushed against his thighs, making it hard to complete the full range of motion. His breathing grew heavier, his chest heaving as he worked through the reps. Sweat trickled down his face, his entire body working hard to keep up with the intensity of the session. Every time he pushed, he could feel the weight of his bulk shift, his pecs bouncing slightly and his belly swaying.

The last exercise of the day was lunges, a move that had become more challenging as his body grew. He grabbed a pair of heavy dumbbells, positioning them at his sides, and took a deep breath. As he stepped forward, he felt the weight of his belly shift, pulling him down as he balanced on one leg. His chest, which had grown fuller, jiggled slightly with each step, and he could feel the sides of his belly brush against his arms.

Carlos pushed through the set, but each step felt heavier than the last. His thighs, rubbing together with every movement, jiggled slightly, the extra fat and muscle making each lunge feel like a test of strength. By the time he finished, he was out of breath, his entire body glistening with sweat. He placed his hands on his knees, catching his breath, and felt his belly press into his thighs, the familiar warmth and softness a reminder of just how far he’d come.

He straightened up, feeling the sweat drip down his neck and chest. His shirt clung to him, stretched tight over his pecs and belly, and he could see the outline of his love handles pressing against the fabric. His body had grown so much, but he loved the feeling of his size—every jiggle, every bounce was proof of his journey and the gains he had embraced.

As Carlos headed to the locker room, he looked at himself in the mirror, taking in the full view. His body, once lean and muscular, was now massive and powerful, every inch of it thicker and softer. His legs, thick and strong, carried the bulk of his belly, which bounced with each step. His chest, heavy and full, hung slightly over his stomach, the sides pressing against his arms.

He patted his belly, feeling the sweat-slicked flesh jiggle under his hand. “352 pounds and still going strong,” he said with a grin. “Time to keep these gains coming.”

Carlos felt the satisfaction of a hard workout—and the anticipation of his next meal. He knew his appetite would be raging after the session, and he was more than ready to fuel his growing body, one bite at a time.

Chapter 13

Three months had flown by in a blur of heavy lifting, massive meals, and endless gains. Carlos had settled into a routine that was as satisfying as it was intense. His days revolved around the gym, lifting more weight than ever before, and indulging in feasts that had become his new normal. Despite his initial commitment to balance, his walks had turned into brief, slow strolls that served mainly as a warm-up for the lifting sessions he loved so much.

His appetite, once manageable, had become a ravenous force. The sheer volume of food he was consuming had skyrocketed, and it showed in every inch of his body. His belly, now round and heavy, protruded far beyond his waistband, jiggling and bouncing freely with every movement. His pecs, thick and full, hung over his gut, and his arms, once defined and muscular, were encased in soft layers of bulk. Even his back and sides had developed thick rolls that spread out whenever he sat down, making him feel like he was enveloped in his own bulk.

Carlos knew he had been growing, but he had lost track of his exact weight. He had avoided the scale for months, caught up in the rush of his bulking lifestyle and the satisfaction of filling out his clothes more and more. Today, though, something made him curious. He stared at himself in the gym’s mirror, his massive body barely contained in his tank top and shorts. His shirt, riding up over his belly, left most of it exposed, and his shorts dug into his thick thighs and love handles. He looked and felt huge, and the urge to see just how far he had come was too tempting to ignore.

With a deep breath, he approached the scale. The machine creaked under his weight as he stepped on, and he watched as the numbers flickered before finally settling. His eyes widened when the display read: 376 pounds.

Carlos felt a surge of shock, quickly followed by pride. He had gained another 24 pounds in just three months. He was now far beyond the 350-pound mark, and the thought of how much he had grown made his chest swell with satisfaction. He placed a hand on his belly, feeling the familiar jiggle beneath his fingers. “376,” he muttered, grinning. “Damn, I’m really getting massive.”

He took a moment to admire himself in the mirror, rubbing the heavy, round curve of his belly. It hung lower now, pulling at the waistband of his shorts and jiggling with every shift of his stance. His chest, full and soft, swayed as he adjusted his tank top, which barely covered his torso. The thin straps strained to hold his mass, and his love handles spilled out, forming thick rolls that pressed against the fabric.

Satisfied with his weigh-in, Carlos headed straight to the weightlifting area. Today was another leg day, and he was determined to push his limits. He approached the squat rack, loading it up with even more plates than before, feeling the familiar thrill of challenging his strength.

As he positioned himself under the bar, he felt his belly press against his thighs, a reminder of how much his body had changed. Each squat was a test of balance—his gut compressed as he lowered himself, spreading out over his legs and pushing up into his chest. When he stood back up, the weight of his belly pulled downward, and he had to adjust his stance to maintain stability. The jiggling was constant, his entire body moving in response to each rep. His thighs, now massive and thick, wobbled with the effort, the fat around them shifting and quivering.

Carlos powered through the sets, feeling the burn in his legs as they supported his weight. He could feel the muscle working beneath the softness, a satisfying reminder that, despite his size, he was still strong. When he moved to the leg press machine, the seat creaked as he sat down, and he adjusted himself to accommodate the bulk of his belly. The press was a familiar challenge—each rep made his thighs shake, and his gut, resting heavily on his lap, bounced with the motion.

By the end of his session, Carlos was drenched in sweat. His shirt clung to his body, the fabric outlining every curve and roll. His chest heaved, and he could see the way his pecs jiggled, the soft flesh swaying as he caught his breath. His shorts felt tighter than ever, stretched to their limit around his thick legs and love handles.

He stood in front of the mirror again, feeling the satisfaction of a hard workout and admiring the changes in his body. His face, fuller and softer, was flushed from the exertion, and his entire body seemed to gleam under the gym lights. His arms, chest, and belly all moved with his breathing, the softness jiggling with each inhale and exhale.

“376 pounds and still getting bigger,” he said to himself, his grin widening as he gave his belly a playful shake. “Let’s see if I can break 400 next.”

Carlos left the gym, feeling the familiar heaviness in his body but also a sense of excitement. The scale had confirmed what he already knew—he was growing, and he was loving every moment of it. With every meal, every lift, he felt himself getting closer to his next milestone, and the thought of hitting 400 pounds only fueled his determination to keep going.

Chapter 14

Carlos made his way to the doctor’s office, the anticipation of his upcoming cruise putting a spring in his step. It was his favorite time of year—time to indulge again, to eat his fill, and enjoy the relaxation he had come to love about cruises. But before he could board the ship, he needed to get a routine travel shot as a precaution. He hadn’t been to the doctor in a while, and he knew the nurse would likely give him a look when they saw how much he had grown.

As he walked through the door, the receptionist greeted him warmly, though her eyes lingered for a moment on his bulk. Carlos smiled, feeling his belly shift under his shirt as he signed in. The small waiting room chairs were now a tight fit for him, and as he sat down, he felt his belly spill over his lap, pressing into his thighs. The sensation was familiar but still a reminder of just how much bigger he had become.

After a short wait, the nurse called his name, and he rose from the chair, adjusting his shirt that was already riding up over his belly. He followed her into the exam room, feeling the way his body jiggled with each step. As he entered, the nurse gave him a once-over, raising an eyebrow as she took in his size. “It’s been a while since your last visit, Carlos. Looks like you’ve been… growing.”

Carlos grinned, patting his belly. “Yeah, you could say that. Been bulking up.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I’ll need to get your weight and some vitals before the shot, so go ahead and step on the scale.”

Carlos hesitated for a moment, knowing it had been months since he last checked his weight. The doctor’s scale felt different—more official, somehow—compared to the gym. He stepped on, the scale creaking slightly as he positioned himself. The nurse adjusted the sliding weights, her eyes widening as she moved them further than she expected. Finally, the number settled: 388 pounds.

Carlos stared at the number, feeling a mix of shock and pride. He had put on another 12 pounds since his last weigh-in, and he could feel every bit of it. “Wow,” he muttered, rubbing his belly, which wobbled under his hand. “Almost 390.”

The nurse shook her head with a smile. “That’s a big jump, Carlos. Let’s go ahead and get your blood pressure and vitals next.”

Carlos sat on the exam table, the paper crinkling beneath his weight. As he adjusted his position, he felt his sides press against the edge, the thick rolls of his love handles pushing out. The nurse wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his arm, and he noticed how tight it felt. His arms had grown so much thicker, and the softness around them made the cuff snug against his skin.

As the nurse took his blood pressure, Carlos watched the numbers appear. She nodded, scribbling in her notes. “It’s a little elevated, but not too bad. We’ll keep an eye on it.” She paused, giving him a knowing look. “Carrying extra weight like this can put a strain on the heart, you know.”

Carlos nodded, smiling but feeling the seriousness of her words. “I know. I’m trying to balance things out—staying active, walking, lifting weights. But I guess my appetite gets the better of me.”

“Well, as long as you’re keeping an eye on things. Let’s get the shot and then you’ll be all set.” She prepared the vaccine, and Carlos rolled up his sleeve. The strap of his tank top dug into his shoulder, highlighting the bulk he had built up there. His pecs pressed out to the side, jiggling slightly as he adjusted his position.

The shot itself was quick, and before long, the nurse handed him some paperwork. “Just keep monitoring your health, okay? I know you’ve got a cruise coming up, but try to take it easy.”

Carlos grinned. “No promises, but I’ll do my best.”

The nurse shook her head playfully as he left the room, feeling the familiar heaviness of his body shift with each step. He rubbed his belly as he walked down the hallway, feeling it jiggle with each stride. Nearly 390 pounds and counting—he knew that next cruise would likely push him even further.

As he walked back to the waiting room to leave, he thought about the upcoming trip and all the meals waiting for him. He was ready to enjoy every minute of it. After all, he had worked hard for these gains, and he was more than ready to take on the next milestone—400 pounds was just around the corner, and he was excited to get there, one feast at a time.

Chapter 15

Carlos stepped onto the cruise ship with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. This was his third cruise, and by now, he knew exactly what to expect—and exactly what he was here for. The last few months of lifting and indulging had prepared him for this moment. The buffet tables, the endless drinks, the multi-course dinners—it was all his playground. If his previous cruise had pushed his appetite to new heights, this one promised to be the ultimate test. He was ready to let go, to indulge without a care in the world.

From the first evening, Carlos threw himself into the experience with gusto. The all-you-can-eat buffet called to him like a siren song. Piles of pasta, steaks, seafood platters, towers of desserts—it was all laid out, and Carlos felt his appetite awaken like a beast unleashed. He filled his plate again and again, savoring each bite as he made his way through the massive spread.

Every meal became an event. Breakfast was stacks of pancakes, plates of bacon, and endless waffles, smothered in butter and syrup. Lunches were no less extravagant, with double burgers, fries, pizzas, and whatever else he could pile onto his tray. Dinner was the real spectacle—multi-course meals where he ordered two or three entrees at a time. Each night, he pushed himself further, his belly swelling larger with every meal.

By the third day, Carlos noticed the changes in his body. His shorts, which had fit snugly when he boarded, now felt tight and uncomfortable. His shirts rode up constantly, exposing his belly, which had grown rounder and softer, pressing out over the waistband of his shorts. The feeling of fullness had become a constant companion, but he found himself craving it, loving the sensation of being stuffed and satisfied.

His friends on the cruise watched in amazement. They had seen him bulk up before, but this was something else. Carlos wasn’t just eating—he was devouring everything in sight. His appetite seemed limitless, and his friends encouraged him, turning each meal into a challenge to see just how much he could consume.

“Carlos, you’re a machine!” one of them exclaimed as he watched him polish off a second tray of ribs at dinner. “I’ve never seen anyone eat like this.”

Carlos laughed, leaning back in his chair as he rubbed his belly, which bulged heavily against the table. “Hey, when you’re on a cruise, you go all out,” he replied with a grin, giving his gut a shake. It wobbled in response, the weight and softness of it more pronounced than ever.

But as the days went on, the indulgence became even more intense. By the fifth day, Carlos could barely button his shorts. His belly had swollen so much that it hung low, jiggling with each step he took. His shirts, no matter how large, couldn’t contain him anymore, leaving his belly exposed and bouncing freely. His chest, now heavy and soft, swayed with every movement, and even his arms and thighs had thickened considerably, making every piece of clothing feel tight and constricting.

At breakfast, he would arrive early, determined to get through as many plates as he could before the dining room filled up. Pancakes, French toast, sausages—he stacked them high and ate with abandon, barely pausing to breathe as he shoveled the food down. By the time he finished, his belly felt tight, stretched to its limit, and he leaned back, rubbing it as it jutted out, his face flushed and satisfied.

By the seventh day, Carlos was moving slower. The sheer volume of food he had consumed had taken its toll, and every step felt heavy. His belly, now massive, swayed with each stride, pulling him forward slightly as he waddled through the hallways. His thighs rubbed together, and his love handles spilled out over the sides of his shorts, which had become almost unwearable. His shirts were useless; they couldn’t stretch enough to cover the curve of his gut, and he had resorted to leaving them unbuttoned, letting his belly hang out freely.

One evening, during the captain’s dinner, Carlos truly went all out. He ordered three appetizers, four entrees, and two desserts. His friends watched in amazement as he ate, his belly expanding visibly with each bite. By the time he finished, he could barely move. His gut was enormous, pushing against the edge of the table, and his chest rested heavily on top of it, jiggling slightly as he breathed heavily.

“Carlos, I think you’ve set a record,” one of his friends said, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s got to be the most food anyone’s eaten on this cruise.”

Carlos chuckled, though his face was flushed, and he felt the tightness in his gut. “Feels like it,” he admitted, leaning back as far as he could. His belly was so full it felt like a massive weight, pulling him down. He rubbed it slowly, feeling the taut, bloated flesh beneath his fingers. It was hard and round, pushing out far beyond what he thought possible.

As the cruise neared its end, Carlos found it difficult to navigate the ship. His waddling had become more pronounced, his massive belly leading the way as it bounced with every step. His clothes were now completely stretched beyond their limits; he had to wear his swim trunks most of the time because they were the only thing that had a bit of stretch left. His shirts, even the largest ones, couldn’t hide the bulk he had added.

On the final day, Carlos weighed himself in the ship’s fitness center, curious but almost nervous to see the number. The scale took a moment to settle before displaying: 407 pounds.

He stared at the number, feeling both shock and pride. He had crossed the 400-pound mark. He rubbed his belly, which was now a massive, round dome, and felt the weight of it jiggle beneath his hand. “407 pounds,” he muttered, a grin spreading across his face. “I guess I really lost control this time.”

Carlos walked out of the fitness center, his massive body moving with a sway that he had grown accustomed to. His belly bounced with every step, his chest jiggled freely, and his thighs rubbed together, making it clear just how much he had grown during the cruise. He knew that this cruise had been a turning point—he had fully embraced his appetite and the lifestyle that came with it, and there was no going back.

As he looked at his reflection in the window of the ship, he saw a man who had pushed his limits, who had embraced every pound. The cruise had been uncontrollable, but it had also been everything he wanted. Carlos grinned, rubbing his enormous belly as he headed to his final feast. After all, he still had time for one last meal before disembarking—and he planned to enjoy every bite.

Chapter 16

Carlos sat down at his final meal on the cruise with a determined look in his eyes. It was his last chance to indulge before returning to the reality of his usual routine—if he was going to go all out, it had to be now. The dining hall was buzzing with the chatter of other passengers, but all Carlos could focus on was the towering plates of food arriving at his table. He had ordered everything: double helpings of pasta, piles of ribs slathered in sauce, steak, potatoes, buttery rolls, and more desserts than any one person should reasonably attempt.

His friends, gathered around him, watched in a mix of amusement and amazement. They had seen Carlos eat, and they knew he was capable of putting away an incredible amount of food, but tonight felt different. Tonight, he seemed like a man on a mission, and they couldn’t help but cheer him on.

“Carlos, this is the last feast of the cruise—make it count!” one of his friends shouted, raising his glass in a toast.

Carlos laughed, lifting a rib to his mouth. “Oh, you know I will. This ship isn’t leaving until I’ve tried everything one last time.”

He dug in, each bite pushing him further. The food was delicious, the flavors rich and intense, and every mouthful sent a surge of satisfaction through him. The plates piled up around him as he worked his way through dish after dish. His belly, already massive from the week’s indulgence, swelled with each bite. It pushed harder against the table’s edge, expanding visibly as he kept eating. He felt the familiar tightness, the pressure building, but he didn’t slow down.

Carlos ordered more as he finished each plate. His friends egged him on, laughing and cheering as he devoured everything set before him. The pasta, thick and creamy, disappeared quickly; the steaks vanished as he sliced through each one; and the bread rolls, slathered in butter, were swallowed whole. He lost track of time, his focus entirely on the feast. His belly grew tighter and tighter, the fabric of his swim trunks straining as it swelled outward. His shirt had long since ridden up, leaving his massive gut exposed, round and heavy.

Dessert arrived—multiple slices of cheesecake, a stack of brownies, and a pile of ice cream topped with chocolate sauce. Carlos could feel his stomach protesting, the fullness reaching an almost painful level, but he was determined. He dug into the desserts with the same enthusiasm, feeling each bite push his limits further. His friends watched, their eyes wide as they saw the strain on his face, the way his belly seemed to grow with each passing minute.

By the time he finished the last bite of cheesecake, Carlos leaned back, his breathing heavy. His belly was enormous, stretched so far it looked as if it might burst. It pressed against the edge of the table, swollen and taut, jiggling slightly as he tried to adjust himself. His face was flushed, and he could feel the heat radiating from his body as it worked to digest the massive quantity of food.

Carlos attempted to push himself up from the table, his hands gripping the edge as he tried to stand. But as he shifted his weight, he felt the immensity of his belly pull him back down. It was too much. He felt the strain, the heaviness, and the tightness of his gut anchoring him to the chair. His friends’ laughter turned to concern as they saw him struggle.

“Carlos, you good, man?” one of them asked, coming closer. “Need a hand?”

Carlos tried again, leaning forward and gripping the table. His belly, fully stuffed, hung low, pressing against his thighs, and he felt the pressure intensify. He grimaced, realizing that he was truly stuck. “I—uh—I don’t think I can stand up,” he admitted, laughing weakly. “I’ve eaten way too much.”

The others couldn’t help but laugh, even as they reached out to help him. “Dude, you really went all out, huh?” one of them said, giving his belly a playful pat. The touch sent a ripple through his swollen middle, and Carlos winced, feeling the movement in his overloaded gut.

They tried to pull him up, but his belly was so heavy, so full, that it felt like a weight holding him down. The food he had packed in there had expanded his gut to its absolute limit, and every attempt to shift or stand only made it jiggle and sway, making the pressure worse. Carlos felt his face flush further, the sensation both embarrassing and thrilling. He had never eaten so much that he couldn’t move, but here he was—too full, too heavy to even get up.

“Alright, alright, just—give me a second,” Carlos said, breathing heavily as he rubbed his belly, trying to ease the pressure. He leaned back, letting the chair support him as he felt the weight of his gut press into his thighs. His friends hovered around, still laughing but ready to help.

After several minutes, and with the help of two friends, Carlos finally managed to shift his weight enough to stand. He braced himself, feeling the fullness pull him forward as he found his balance. His belly, enormous and round, stuck out so far that it led the way, jiggling with every movement as he took slow, careful steps. His legs felt wobbly, the sheer amount of food making even walking a challenge.

As he waddled slowly out of the dining hall, his friends trailing behind, he couldn’t help but laugh. “I think that’s a sign I did the cruise right,” he said, giving his gut another rub. “When you eat so much, you can’t even stand.”

“Guess we’ll have to roll you off the ship!” one of his friends joked, and Carlos joined in the laughter, feeling the deep, satisfied ache of his belly.

He knew he had pushed his limits, and he loved every second of it. The cruise had been the ultimate indulgence, and his last meal was proof that he had embraced it fully. As he made his way back to his room, his belly bouncing and swaying with each step, Carlos felt a sense of pride. He had grown—both in size and in appetite—and he was already looking forward to the next time he could push those limits even further.

Chapter 17 finale

Carlos returned home from the cruise feeling heavier than ever, his body bearing the signs of a week of indulgence. The mirror in his bathroom confirmed what he already knew—he had gone too far this time. His belly, once large and round, now hung heavily in front of him, a soft mass that jiggled with every movement. His chest, which had become fuller and softer over the months, now sagged to the sides, pushing out against his shirts. Even his face, fuller and rounder than ever, showed the effects of his overindulgence.

The first morning back, Carlos stood in front of the bathroom mirror, running a hand over his gut. It was massive, spilling out over the waistband of his shorts, and the fabric strained to contain his thighs and love handles. He sighed, feeling the soft flesh beneath his fingers jiggle with the motion. He had pushed his body to its limit, and it was time to make a change.

“This has gotten out of hand,” he muttered, his eyes tracing the heavy curves and rolls that had formed around his midsection. “I need to get back on track.”

Carlos decided to start walking again. It was the only exercise that felt manageable given his size, and he remembered how good it felt when he used to walk every morning before his appetite had truly taken over. He was determined to find balance again—not to lose all his gains but to regain control of his health. This time, he was serious about it.

He laced up his sneakers, which felt snug around his feet, and pulled on the largest shirt he owned. It was loose enough to give him some room, but even then, it clung to his chest and belly, leaving much of his midsection exposed as he moved. With a deep breath, he stepped outside, feeling the cool morning air against his skin. The first few steps felt heavy; his body swayed as his belly bounced with every movement. He could feel the strain in his legs, the way his thighs rubbed together with each stride.

Carlos started slow, focusing on finding a steady rhythm. His body, now so much heavier than before, required more effort, and he could feel the jiggle of his belly and chest with each step. But as he continued, he felt a familiar sense of peace. The morning was quiet, the air crisp, and with every step, he felt himself reconnecting with the sense of control he’d once had.

His walks became a daily routine. Each morning, he went a little further, pushing himself to go just one more block. He noticed the way his body responded—how his legs, though thick, began to feel stronger as they adjusted to the weight they carried. His breathing, which had felt labored at first, gradually became easier, and he felt his endurance slowly building. But most importantly, he felt his mind clear. Walking gave him time to think, to reflect on the choices he had made and the changes he wanted to implement.

Carlos still struggled with his appetite. Every day was a challenge to resist the large meals he had grown accustomed to, but he started to make small adjustments. He swapped out his massive breakfasts for smaller, more balanced meals—fruit, oatmeal, eggs. At lunch, he cut down on portions, making healthier choices without entirely depriving himself. Dinners were the hardest; the temptation to indulge was strongest in the evenings, but Carlos reminded himself that his walks were only one part of the equation.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy, and the progress was slow. His body was used to being large, and the habits he had formed over the past year weren’t going to disappear overnight. But with every walk, he felt a little stronger, a little more capable of making the changes he needed. He still loved the feeling of his bulky body, but he also wanted to be able to move freely, to have the energy to keep lifting and enjoying life without feeling weighed down.

One morning, as he finished his walk and stood back in front of the mirror, Carlos saw the small signs of improvement. His belly, still large and soft, didn’t hang quite as heavily as before. His legs felt more solid beneath him, and his face, while still full, had regained some of its definition. It wasn’t about becoming lean again—he knew that wasn’t his goal—but about finding the middle ground where he could be big, strong, and healthy.

With a grin, he gave his belly a playful pat. It jiggled under his hand, a reminder of the journey he had been on and the work still ahead. “One step at a time,” he said to himself. “I’ve got this.”

Carlos continued to walk every day, embracing the small victories and the progress he made. He wasn’t giving up on his gains; he was just finding a way to balance them. And this time, he felt confident he could do it.

[chubbymuffinclub]

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For the past few years, it’s been such a pleasure & an ultimate joy in creating artwork & a logo design for @naafaofficial’s Fat Liberation Month. It wasn’t until I saw all 3 images on Facebook that I realized how cool it was to see all three images together, showing different themes & characters from the first 2 years incorporated into this year’s image.

Go to @naafaofficial’s Instagram & website to donate, ways to help with their cause & the many events they are hosting this month you can join in on.

To everyone, Happy Fat Liberation Month. ⭐️💖🪩

[antixristina]

“There she is. . . the “too much” woman. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much.

There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room. Too much space she takes.

There she is causing a ruckus with her persistent wanting, too much wanting. She desires a lot, wants everything—too much happiness, too much alone time, too much pleasure. She’ll go through brimstone, murky river, and hellfire to get it. She’ll risk all to quell the longings of her heart and body. This makes her dangerous.

She is dangerous.

And there she goes, that “too much” woman, making people think too much, feel too much, swoon too much. She with her authentic prose and a self-assuredness in the way she carries herself. She with her belly laughs and her insatiable appetite and her proneness to fiery passion. All eyes on her, thinking she’s hot shit.

Oh, that “too much” woman. . . too loud, too vibrant, too honest, too emotional, too smart, too intense, too pretty, too difficult, too sensitive, too wild, too intimidating, too successful, too fat, too strong, too political, too joyous, too needy—too much.

She should simmer down a bit, be taken down a couple notches. Someone should put her back in a more respectable place. Someone should tell her.

Here I am. . . a Too Much Woman, with my too-tender heart and my too-much emotions.

A hedonist, feminist, pleasure seeker, empath. I want a lot—justice, sincerity, spaciousness, ease, intimacy, actualization, respect, to be seen, to be understood, your undivided attention, and all of your promises to be kept.

I’ve been called high maintenance because I want what I want, and intimidating because of the space I occupy. I’ve been called selfish because I am self-loving. I’ve been called a witch because I know how to heal myself.

And still. . . I rise. Still, I want and feel and ask and risk and take up space.

I must.

Us Too Much Women have been facing extermination for centuries—we are so afraid of her, terrified of her big presence, of the way she commands respect and wields the truth of her feelings. We’ve been trying to stifle the Too Much Woman for ions—in our sisters, in our wives, in our daughters. And even now, even today, we shame the Too Much Woman for her bigness, for her wanting, for her passionate nature.

And still. . . she thrives.

In my own world and before my very eyes, I am witnessing the reclamation and rising up of the Too Much Woman. That Too Much Woman is also known to some as Wild Woman or the Divine Feminine. In any case, she is me, she is you, and she is loving that she’s finally, finally getting some airtime.

If you’ve ever been called “too much,” or “overly emotional,” or “bitchy,” or “stuck up,” you are likely a Too Much Woman.

And if you are. . . I implore you to embrace all that you are—all of your depth, all of your vastness; to not hold yourself in, and to never abandon yourself, your bigness, your radiance.

Forget everything you’ve heard—your too much-ness is a gift; oh yes, one that can heal, incite, liberate, and cut straight to the heart of things.

Do not be afraid of this gift, and let no one shy you away from it. Your too much-ness is magic, is medicine. It can change the world.

So please, Too Much Woman: Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

Make your waves, fan your flames, give us chills.

Please, rise.

We need you.” Ev’Yan Witney

[dick-chugger]

The reason why humans love Dionysos so much is because he represents liberation from social norms. Most gods have always been depicted as conventionally attractive, young people whose responsibilities fit into the life of an average human. Things like law, knowledge, love, nature and wisdom. These are things that we as a society have always seen as good things. Things for respectable human beings and upstanding citizens.

But Dionysos is the god of alcohol, insanity, pleasure, effeminacy and homosexuality. While these things are also normal parts of life, they are often frowned upon by society as a whole. These are things that you have to indulge in either in secret or with extreme moderation, to be respected. But things that most people really really want, and often can't resist.

His appearance in human form also reflects this. As said, most gods are depicted as conventionally attractive, muscular and young or at least youthful. While Dionysos is often depicted as feminine, old, fat or all three. Things that many people don't find attractive but are signs of a person who has enjoyed life.

His followers have famously been aggressive towards "normal people". People who get in the way of their enjoyment and people who hurt them of Dionysos. People who have tried to stop the worship of Dionysos.

It's no wonder that Dionysos and his cult resonates with a lot of people. People loved him in ancient times, people loved him during the reneissance and people love him now. And I think that even if people will forget his name one day, they won't stop worshipping him.

I think people are always going to love the idea of being able to do what they want without judgement.