#fat writing

[lardguz]

A Hero's Buttery Addiction

Just a little short thing this time, featuring a certain Hylian hero discovering the joys of cooking with butter! Inspired by @plumpybread whose art helps me visualize how to write larger sizes WAY better than I used to. I know he's like, a legend in the community already but if you haven't seen his work somehow, please check it out! His art is so good!

A cool breeze blew through the air in Rito Village, blowing south from the Hebra Mountains. Link suppressed a shiver, feeling the brisk chill around the bottom of his tunic. He adjusted the feather-lined garment quickly, pulling it down to cover his abdomen, but it immediately started riding up on him as soon as he continued walking. The Hylian grumbled to himself, opting to try and ignore it while he stocked up on supplies at the general store. Link walked into the cozy open-air hut, nodding at the Rito shopkeeper with a warm smile as he piled all of the goat butter the shop had in stock into his satchel. He handed a pouch of rupees to the Rito as payment before walking out of the store to head back out adventuring Hyrule. 

Link didn’t want to admit it to himself, but the Hylian has packed on some pounds in recent months. Once he had discovered the joys of cooking with goat butter, he never looked back, and the delicious, creamy, fattening substance had clearly affected his waistline. The sliver of pale, soft chub that peeked out from his warm Rito Tunic gave him a slight muffin top, and his thighs ever so slightly brushed together when he walked. Link seemed ignorant to these changes to his body, though; mentally, he attributed his tighter clothing to an ill-advised attempt at making a fan powered raft that fell apart, plunging him into icy cold water while fully clothed. To him, the cold water must have shrunk his clothing somehow! It couldn’t have anything to do with his new culinary obsession, surely! 

The pudgy Hylian sat at a cooking pot, sorting through his available ingredients. Link pulled out a slab of prime meat, a large hearty bass, some Hylian mushrooms, and a stick of goat butter. He paused, thinking for a moment. If just one stick of goat butter improved the flavor of a dish so much… Why not use two? Reaching into his bag, Link grabbed another stick of butter, and tossed it into the pot with the rest of the food, watching it melt and coat the meat and mushrooms, sizzling delightfully. As soon as his meal was done, Link immediately took an eager bite, too hungry to wait any longer. The flavors exploded in his mouth, coating his tongue in a rich, oily sensation. This was amazing! He scarfed down the rest of the pile of meat, seafood, and mushrooms, patting his pudgy stomach in satisfaction. Link knew one thing for sure now: he was going to have to keep trying butter in more recipes if it made them taste this good!

 

Months passed, and Link’s reputation for cooking rich, decadent meals for himself grew. Shops all over Hyrule knew to stock up on extra goat butter, as the eager Hylian hero would travel to each and every settlement just to get his fix. As his desire for egregious amounts of butter grew, so did his waistline. Link had absolutely blown up since discovering that adding more butter to his cooking made it taste even better. The Hylian man was undeniably morbidly obese, and many of the citizens of Hyrule were a little bit worried about how rapidly he had descended into obesity, but none of them felt brave enough to try and broach the subject with the rapidly-fattening hero. 

Link has taken to using his Purah Pad to teleport him directly to each town to minimize the amount of walking he had to do. For some reason he had been getting very tired even from brief walks lately, and his horse had been similarly exhausted just from short rides. Link materialized outside the shrine at Hateno Village, taking time to gather himself before the arduous walk downhill towards the general store. He somehow still didn’t realize the cause of his growing problems was the hundreds of pounds he’d packed onto his body in mere months. Link’s body was bloated with lard, to the point that he was nearing half a ton of fat on his once-lithe frame. His face was framed by a set of cherubic chipmunk cheeks, already flushed and sweaty just from a few slow, wobbling steps away from the shrine. His neck was buried under a ring of flab, graduating him from a double chin to a pronounced triple chin. His once-toned arms were replaced with bloated sacks of blubber the size of pillows, sagging down his sides and forcing his arms out at an angle even when not in use. His elbows were long buried under all of this lard, and even his wrists and hands were beginning to plump up at the joints, making bending his fingers and grabbing food a chore. His pecs had ballooned into flabby breasts that were just starting to droop down either side of his gut. The tunic he currently wore, his blue Champions Tunic that he was given over one hundred years ago, was stretched tightly across his chest, functioning more as a bra than a more decent article of clothing and riddled with rips and tears from stretching across so much flab. His former muffin top had graduated into a stack of fluffy love handles, pooling over the straight waistband of his trousers and , when combined with his flabby chest, were half of the reason his arms stuck out at such an angle now. His bloated thighs touched at every point no matter how far apart his spread his legs to walk, forcing him into a pronounced waddle. He couldn’t even bend his knees anymore; the flab from his thighs had long since enveloped the joints, joining his meaty calves in the downfall of his once-proud stride.  

His biggest asset, however, was his gut. The slab of lard was a monument to his gluttony, forming an apron of flab that sagged down to his buried knees. Every slow, measured step he took, his stomach slapped against his meaty thighs, sending his entire flabby body jiggling and wobbling endlessly. The obese hero was sweaty and exhausted after just a few steps, panting and wheezing from the exertion of shifting just under half a ton of fat with every shuffling step, but his craving for butter-soaked food kept him from giving up on his journey to the store.  

When the sweaty, huffing pile of lard finally made it, he shoved the door open with his titanic gut, dreading what came next. Link knew intimately well that doors and him didn’t mix these days, even if he refused to accept or acknowledge why. The Hylian was an absolute wall of flab and rolls, trying to force himself through a tiny doorway. The shopkeeper could only stare in horror and fascination as the legendary hero attempted to squeeze his enormous bulk into the store, wheezing from the exertion. He grabbed the doorframe with his pudgy fingers, trying to force his double-wide hips through, but his rolls and folds were firmly wedged. Link continued panting and groaning, his bulky body oozing around either side of the door frame, when an ominous cracking noise started to occur. Suddenly, with a loud snap, the wood of the doorway and the surrounding walls splintered, and Link stumbled through into the shop, his entire body wobbling from the sudden forward momentum. Barreling forward at speeds his obese form weren’t meant to handle, the lard-laden Hylian hero overbalanced, landing on his cascading gut with so much force that it shook the entire building. Merchandise clattered to the floor from the display shelves as shockwaves rippled through his body like an ocean, and he lay on the floor gasping for air after all of his weight knocked it out of his poor, overtaxed lungs. The shopkeeper looked at the damaged doorway in horror, knowing that no matter how much butter the legendary hero was here to purchase, it wouldn’t pay for the repair costs, especially with his increased visits. Something had to be done about the gluttonous hero, but what? 

After the disastrous incident at the Hateno General Store, shopkeepers around Hyrule had begun taking Link’s purchases to him as he waited outside their shops, to minimize damage done to their buildings. It was a solution, for sure, but many worried about what would happen when Link grew too large to make the short walks to their stores from the teleport points at the towns’ shrines. Many ideas were proposed: shop stalls set up right at the shrines just for Link, some sort of horse and cart system to carry the growing hero to his destinations, even a conveyor belt to carry him to the store entrances was suggested! However, Link ended up solving the problem himself while cooking one day. He’d begun using his Ultra Hand powers to help him grab ingredients once his arms became basically useless at grabbing things around his enormous bulk. As he sat on a log that his fat ass almost completely devoured, using his prosthetic’s powers to move a fourth stick of butter into the cooking pot for the large hunk of gourmet meat he was sauteeing, Link got an idea. He used his fat sausage fingers to switch the function of his hand to the Copy ability, which usually only worked for building materials. He noticed that the sticks of butter were able to be copied, somehow. Confused, Link decided to try it out, multiplying one stick of goat butter into ten, and moving the pile onto his chest where he could inspect them better. The sticks of butter had a gentle greenish-blue glow to them, but otherwise appeared to be normal sticks of butter.  

Link devoured the butter-soaked gourmet meat as he contemplated the glowing butter sticks nestled between his ample breasts when suddenly he was struck by an idea. Straining against the rolls of his arm fat, he craned his overburdened arm towards his chest, grabbing a stick of greenish butter in his fattened hands. Link brought the strange butter towards his pudgy lips slowly, his bountiful lard making it hard for him to reach his mouth with his pillowy arms. He finally shoved the stick of butter into his mouth, the oily fats coating his tongue. His blue eyes lit up as he swallowed: it was incredible! The duplicated butter tasted even richer and more delicious than normal goat butter, and that was without cooking it! Link shoved his hands under his bloated pecs, shifting their mass upwards and forcing the nine remaining sticks of magical butter directly in range of his greedy maw. The greedy Hylian began slurping down the stack of entire sticks of butter while using his Ultra Hand to create more copies, piling them up on his chest within easy eating distance. Link had no idea of the future he had just very quickly resigned himself to with this discovery, but the shopkeepers of Hyrule wouldn’t have to worry about their entryways being broken anymore. 

The citizens of Hyrule whispered about what had become of their legendary hero. Shopkeepers quickly noticed his increasingly-frequent trips to their stores had stopped abruptly, leaving them with mixed feelings of concern for what could have happened to Link, but also relieved that they wouldn’t have to keep paying for hefty repair bills anymore. Only those who were closest to Link knew where he’d ended up, and why he’d disappeared altogether. When asked by any concerned Hylians, they would simply assure them that Link was fine, comfortable, and happily retired from adventuring. 

Sidon, the newly-crowned king of Zora’s Domain, walked swiftly through the thick underbrush of a secluded forest region tucked away from any towns or roaming travelers. The red scaled Zora knew the way to go intimately, having made the journey many times over the year or so he’d been coming here in secret. Plus, it wasn’t too hard to find what he was looking for—All he had to do was follow the sounds of loud gurgling and slurping. Sidon crested the top of a hill, looking down into what had once been a lush, forested valley. The trees had long since been buried, the valley completely filled by a churning, wobbling mass of pale flab. He knew the mountainous blob below him was his most cherished partner, Link, the hero of Hyrule. 

Sidon hopped down from the forested hill, sliding on his finned feet until he landed on the soft form below. It was harder than ever to tell exactly what part of Link’s swollen body he was standing upon, but Sidon was pretty sure it was his stomach. His gigantic gut was constantly stuffed with the replicated butter that Link was somehow constantly creating more of, causing the cascading waterfall of flab to grow more and more every moment as his body worked overtime to convert the literal gallons of butter he consumed into adipose. Sidon could feel the mountainesque stomach below his feet groaning and churning, causing the blobby body of his boyfriend to always be in some sort of state of movement even after long ago losing his mobility.  

The Zora king began the long hike towards the center of Link’s growing mass, clinging desperately to whatever rolls and folds he could grab whenever a particularly strong tremor shifted the oceanic mass like tides crashing upon a shore. Sidon crested the top of Link’s stomach rolls after twenty minutes of climbing, trying to identify more parts of the blob’s body to use as landmarks. He could pretty easily find Link’s breasts due to his nipples, though they were a lot lower down than Sidon was now. Link’s tits were so huge that they’d lost all shape and form, sagging under their weight to the point that they drooped towards the lowest rolls of his gut. He could also guess where Link’s arms were from the location of his chest, gazing at the swollen pancake stacks of rolls directly above the meaty breasts. Sidon figured that Link’s hands must be buried under literal feet of flab at this point, looking at the divots where they’d long ago vanished. Even if he could unearth his fands from all of that lard, there was no way he’d be able to use them for anything aside from his Ultra Hand’s powers; his digits must be so coated in fat that they’d be barely recognizable as hands anymore.  

Once he’d figured out where Link’s useless arms were, finding his head was easy. Sidon looked at the recessed dip in the blobby mountain between the boulder-sized fat deposits that used to be Link’s biceps and forearms towards where a constant flow of glowing green liquid was manifesting and pouring downward into. Sidon swiftly scrambled over Link’s bloated cleavage, taking care not to slip; he’d once made that mistake and it took him hours to wrench his leg free from the cavernous crevasse. Once he’d crested the twin hills of lard, it was easy going from there, as Link’s chins had multiplied into a nice staircase of neck rolls. As he descended down, Sidon entered what could only be described as a cavern of fat formed by the encroaching mass of Link’s flabby jowls and collapsing back rolls. He followed the green glow of magically-duplicated butter deeper into the humid cave, the sounds of hungry slurping and desperate moans growing louder and louder. Finally, Sidon reached the end of the vast fat cave and approached his boyfriend’s bloated face eagerly.  

Link’s face was no longer recognizable, so covered in flab that no distinguishable features remained. Fat has long ago collapsed over his forehead, covering his eyes completely. His pointed ears were buried between rolls of cheek and back fat, as was his golden hair. All that remained was his mouth, though even that wasn’t enough to recognize him by. His lips had plumpened considerably, and were pinched between his engorged jowls into a permanent pout as he sucked down hundreds of gallons of melted magical butter. Sidon didn’t mind though, he loved Link no matter how fat he got. The Zora hero plopped himself down on one of Link’s cheeks, kissing his partner’s flabby face before settling down to watch him eat for a while. One thing was for sure, Link sure made a comfortable bed no matter where you laid on him now. 

[quagsire-sandwhich]

👕Anytime Kagami’s shirt rides up on him, he usually doesn’t pay it much mind-- unless, of course, it’s pointed out by someone else. In which case, he does mind actually, thank you very much. He feels somewhat embarrassed that it's noticeable enough to be pointed out, and will attempt to fix it as quickly and best he can.

👖Alone at home, he's definitely taking everything off to unbutton his pants to free his stomach. With a partner, Kagami would loosen their belt some to try and alleviate pressure, but nothing much beyond that. In public or with friends however, he's enduring the discomfort like a martyr, doing his best to not seem uncomfortable but usually failing pretty badly.

😳If it was a friend's, they're never getting it back. It's going in the depths of his closet and never seeing the light of day. Thanks for the shirt, Aoshi, now it's a new at-home crop top. If it was a partner's however, it might take him some time, but eventually Kagami would admit to the deed and hand it back, even if it was damaged-- if only to atone.

👗Kagami's face immediately goes red. If he's with a friend he's quick to shout and bristle at them; but with a partner, although he'd still be just as embarrassed, they'd be just a little less angry and moreso bashful at the mere suggestion of the joke.

🫄Kagami does his best to suck in and squeeze into whatever it is, especially if he's just alone; but if he's with someone or has someplace to be he'd be more susceptible to the suggestion of going with something bigger/looser in the moment.

🧥Flushed and somewhat embarrassed, Kagami hopes and prays that it's not actually noticeable and will not acknowledge it, doing his best to fix it if he can. Or if it's tightened, they'll try and shift around however best he can for it to not look as bad… At one point he attempts to put the jacket back on, realizes it won't zip over his belly right now, and slowly, slowly, takes it back off.

🧑‍💼Given that his hero costume is very much made to conform and stretch around him, it's not hindering him, but it is pretty damn well noticeable. Kagami is thoroughly mortified if anyone points it out, and if so, shifts into rodent form and doesn't exit for several hours. His belly is still very obviously bloated, but the fur helps cover it up, at least.

⚠️Depends on who he's with and what the situation is. Luckily, most times he can just transform into a smaller hamster-rat and they can just exit out, but let's say for the sake of it that he can't do that right now. If it's an article of clothing he cares about, he might be more inclined to ask for help, but he's bristly about it the entire time. But if it's not, well, assuming he's in a dressing room, he's turning into a large rat to break out of it, pretending it's still there somewhere, and shoving it in his cheeks until he can dispose of the evidence. 

clothing-themed prompts/ask game:

👕 If your character's shirt rides up and exposes their belly (any reason--bloating, reaching, stretching, etc) how do they feel about it? Do they care? Are they embarrassed? Do they fix it quickly, or at all?

👖 Would your character unbutton their pants or loosen their belt after a big meal? Alone at home? What about with friends or partners? In public? Or do they endure the discomfort regardless of who's around?

😳 Your character tries on a piece of clothing that belongs to a friend or partner, but it's too small on them, and they have a hard time getting back out of it, maybe even stretching it out or damaging it a little. What do they do? What does the owner of the clothing do?

👗 Your character, who, for whatever reason, is very bloated, is out shopping with a friend or partner, who jokingly suggests maternity wear. How does your character feel about that?

🫄 Your character is getting dressed, but their tummy is too round right now to fit comfortably into whatever they're putting on. Do they suck it in and squeeze into it, or do they pick something a little more forgiving?

🧥 Feeling warm, your character takes off their jacket after a big meal, only to reveal that their shirt underneath has ridden up or tightened visibly around their now very obviously full belly. How do they react?

🧑‍💼 Your character has to work today, but their belly is still bloated from a big meal and their uniform/work clothes are very snug around the middle. Does this hinder them at all? Does anybody at work notice? How do they feel about it?

⚠️ Would your character ask for help if they got stuck in a too-small piece of clothing? At home? What about in a dressing room? Would they even have somebody to help them?

[wonderingsoftly]

pondering

i've just been in an admiring, introspective mood lately. i wanted to write something quick and from theo's pov about how he feels about himself since i wrote something from charlotte's.

and the image of her snoozing on his belly while he reads a book has firmly embedded itself in my brain...so i'll probably draw it eventually too. hehe.

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Theo smiled as he felt Charlotte gently snuggle herself into his side as he tried to keep reading through the novel he held in his hand.

He had been pretty engrossed in what he was reading until he caught her sneaking up with her favorite blanket in his periphery. He tried playing oblivious, half-focusing on his book as Charlotte’s sweet, dark head bobbed closer and closer.

He nonchalantly lifted his arm, trying not to giggle as Charlotte’s settling into his side tickled him.

Now she was firmly nestled into his soft, fat side and he gently lowered his wide arm back down to rest on her shoulders. Charlotte let out a happy sigh, nuzzling him.

“Is it okay if I nap here?” Charlotte asked, softly rubbing his belly. “You weren't going to get up or anything?”

Theo chuckled. Even if he was going to try and move, there's no way he would now.

He tenderly pulled her blanket up over her shoulder and gave it a little pat.

“I’m all yours.”

He heard Charlotte reply with a pleased hum and felt her pat his stomach.

Theo slightly craned his neck to peer further over his moobs at Charlotte’s serene face. She was already drowsing, her eyes slowly drooping. He smiled, pleased, and turned his attention back to his book.

He tried his best to pick up where he left off, but he found himself far too distracted by the feeling of Charlotte’s breathing coming to a slow rhythm. Theo simply set his book down and let out a long, satisfied exhale, relaxing himself into the couch.

He remembered her doing this once before–when they were dating and before they had decided to make him fat.

Theo recalled Charlotte snuggling into his side hundreds of pounds ago and he let out a breathy laugh through his nose.

He was spending the weekend at her place, looking for some quiet time with her and away from any other obligations. Now, he hadn't been bony by any means back then, but he remembered her adjusting often and trying to find an optimal position for her to stay asleep.

She eventually ended up snoozing on his lap for a little while, and then drowsily wandered herself into her room to nap.

He peered at Charlotte’s face again, finding her fast asleep, her hands curling up in his huge belly. A wave of pride washed over him and he smiled. He figured his much, much softer physique made for a much nicer pillow.

Theo’s gaze traveled from Charlotte’s content sleep to her soft, lavish pillow–him.

He was different now.

That memory he had recalled was years ago. The silly vision of Charlotte trying and failing to sleep on him was now almost a lifetime away to Theo.

Nowadays he took up most of the couch, his belly always hanging over his waistband and eager to be filled when mealtime rolled around. He was soft and plush and enormous. He let out a little scoff, remembering that once upon a time he used to be nervously conscious of how much space he took up.

Sure, he was still aware of just how big he was, but he gladly claimed the space he needed. Charlotte helped make sure he got it too, and their friends quickly worked to accommodate him and his growth.

Theo started gently stroking Charlotte's hair, warmth swelling in his wide chest. She let out a quiet, happy moan.

That was another thing to how heavy he became. Charlotte easily found comfort in his size and softness. And that comforted him, too.

It was immensely satisfying to have her lose her sorrows or frustrations in his big belly. The way she would squeeze herself tighter and closer, the tension leaving her shoulders and expression…

Theo thoughtfully, carefully traced a silvery hair among the rest of Charlotte’s black hair with his thumb.

Their life was pleasing and warm. He was happy, fed and fattened up not just to Charlotte’s liking, but to his as well.

He gave his belly a satisfied pat, taking a deep breath in and out. He reveled in his hugeness, taking a moment to notice how his fat effortlessly pressed against the armrest and filled two cushions.

He then marveled at how small Charlotte felt against him. A pleased smile crept across his face and the warmth in his chest began flooding through his whole body.

How could he have ever wanted anything other than this?

The warmth began to make Theo drowse too, sleepiness growing stronger as he followed Charlotte’s slow breathing. He leaned his head back, adjusting enough to find a comfy spot of his own without disturbing Charlotte.

Maybe once Charlotte woke up, they could order something in to eat. He wanted to make sure he would stay nice and soft–for Charlotte’s sake and for his, too.

[pentupfatty]

Playing with my Waistline

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“You really didn’t need to do this” I say, walking into a gigantic arcade, holding your hand and trailing behind you. You just smile, knowing why you took me here.

It’s the middle of December, snow piling on the ground. The arcade is large, spanning about the same size of a mall. You knew I’d been eyeing this arcade for a while, deciding that I was going to go for my birthday. You felt as though this was an early birthday present, a way to show your love, your affection.

Walking into the arcade we purchase game cards, of course you decide you wanna put maybe a little too many points on my card, and we head onto the arcade floor.

As we’re looking around, you fell me stop, and when you turn to look you see what I’m staring at; a basketball shooter game. I look back at you and say, “Look! They got the basketball one!” And I proceed to full sprint towards the game, while you decide to hang back, and go get some drinks at the bar.

Sitting down, you order yourself a glass of Jack Daniel’s, and me a peach twisted tea. Very plain, but you get that I can’t handle stronger drinks. Looking into the arcade you try to see if you can watch me playing, but quickly realize all the games are blocking the view, and end up scrolling through your phone.

After a few minutes the drinks arrive, and you begin making your way towards the basketball game. Passing aisles of arcade games you begin to notice a strange fact about the people here. Everyone is rather. . . large to say the least, and the deeper the aisles, the larger they become. Reaching your destination, you realize the same has begun to affect me, and see me staring at the ticket counter rise. But you notice, that my ticket count isn’t the only thing growing…

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T his is really my first time writing anything this long, and so if it poorly written or just sucks in general. I don’t consider myself a writer, and I just like to put my thoughts to paper/text.

Honestly you could just say it’s bad and I’ll just be like “alright 🫡” and not make another

[unluckybreadling]

Bit of a lonely Housewife who is bored of being a stay at home mom realizes she needs a hobby or else she is going to rot. So she begins to take a baking class and some bullshit screw-up happens where one of the people in the class accidentally slipped her an invitation to feeder/feedee meet-up and thinks "why not? I'll try anything once, not like I have anything better to do." goes and comes out a somewhat new woman. she's mostly in denial that she likes it and she trying to come up with 50 excuses not to go back to another meet-up up but unfortunately can't think of a reason to not go back by the time the date rolls around. She can't help it, it's fresh, new, and exhilarating. She was never one to be greedy or go back in for seconds or thirds without feeling shameful but here? she's allowed to without any verbal repercussions or passive-aggressive teasing? Hell yes, she doesn't mind coming back a third.. fourth,, perhaps fifth time either..

[hungryven]

My book is on sale for 99 cents!

A sale by WriterVen, 80% off Lardpunk

[homerun153]

Oh hey I'm on tumblr

I write fat stuff, right now focusing on Fire Emblem Engage, but also have written other FEs and Love Live. Some FE OCs may pop up from time to time.

Will be trying to post shorter drabbles here.

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Kofi

[genderqueerdykes]

it's okay to be fat and like to eat. it's okay to be fat and enjoy cooking, baking, grilling, canning, drying or preparing foods. it's okay to be fat and work a restaurant or bakery and enjoy what you do. it's okay to be fat and not ashamed of eating in public. it's okay to be fat, but it's especially okay to be fat and have a positive relationship with food. people are supposed to enjoy eating, it's where we get our energy from, it's a very positive and nourishing experience for our bodies, it's okay if it's positive and nourishing to your mental health, too. fat people are allowed to eat, and we're allowed to enjoy doing it, too.

[quagsire-sandwhich]

Made a little graphic for my comms! <33 These are still open, so if you're interested, please feel free to message me or send a request on the google form I have linked on my blog profile!! ^O^ I'm really trying to save up for college next semester, and I love writing things for people as a whole, so any interest is appreciated! :D

[liquid-savage]

The Life of a Bear

Just a little something starring my bear, Macey. Hope you like!

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The leaves rustled in the canopy above Vita Forest, swayed by the gentle breeze balancing the warmth of the sun. Rays of light danced and flickered onto the undergrowth and beaten dirt paths.

Vita Forest was a flourishing, almost endless woodland that one would be happy to get lost in. Despite being close to civilization, the hustle and bustle of urban life was drowned out by the sheer serenity of the woodland. Anyone looking for peace and quiet would find it in abundance amongst the insects fluttering and skittering from bush to branch. Larger, sentient creatures made their homes inside the base of the large trees, the lush branches above, or in burrows underground.

Deep within the woods, on a rocky bank amongst the large trees, was a cave with a wooden door and window shutters built into its base. And inside around now, one would hear the only sound breaking the stillness. Some rather guttural, beastly sounds from within the door.

HHHHOOOOGGGHHHH…

Inside was one of Vita Forest’s residents: a large, brown grizzly bear splayed out across a wide bed. Her huge, cream-furred stomach rose and fell with the loud snores erupting from her gaping maw, her tongue lolling out the side. A sliver of drool trickled onto the pillow.

Grrrrruuuuurrrrrrrrlllll…

Another deep, thundering noise sounded within the cave, causing the bear’s eyelids to slowly flutter open. She smacked her lips before casting off the covers to reveal her round, naked body. In no hurry, she swung her thick footpaws onto the carpet below. Her soft arms and thick legs stretched out as released a long, lazy yawn. She rose from the bed, its wooden frame groaning with relief. She reached a paw behind her and gave one of her jiggly globular buttocks a scratch.

Marcey Durnell was easily the biggest creature in Vita Forest, standing over six feet tall and nearly just as much around. She stomped over to her mirror, where she saw her head of long, chocolate brown hair framing her chubby cheeks. Her hazel eyes were partially hidden by her lowered lids, looking as if she were about to nod off back to sleep right where she stood. A contented little smile dimpled her cheeks just a bit. Her chest housed some extra fluffy fur hiding her second chest, above a pair of soft, doughy breasts resting comfortably atop the shelf of her belly.

She peered toward the clock hanging on the rock wall, which was the most advanced thing she owned. The hands pointed to eleven-thirty.

“Guess I’m getting an early start today,” she said to herself with a shrug of her broad shoulders. Macey could be aptly described as Vita Forest’s peace and serenity given form: a soft-spoken, carefree young woman who took things one day at a time, let nothing bother her and welcomed everything with a warm hug.

Her attitude reflected in her cave home, which was more like a cottage. Despite the rocky walls, inside the wide space were all the amenities one could need: furniture crafted from carefully sourced wood from the nearby trees, a kitchenette where the sweet aromas of natural teas and remedies hung in the air, and carpets rugs and other knick-knacks gifted to her in return for trading said teas and remedies to any and all coming to her door.

Though, a rather peculiar design choice for some would be the sheer abundance of ceramic jars. Piled up in what would be empty corners, stacked on shelves and on top of the wardrobe, used as a flower pot on the kitchen table, everywhere one looked there would be at least five jars.

Grrrrooouuuuurrrrrrrrggghh…

Another growl shook the cave cottage, prompting Macey to put a paw on her stomach.

“That’s why we got up early, huh?” she asked, smiling as she gave her middle a gentle loving pat, sending a ripple across its expanse like disturbed pond water. “Well, not the first time breakfast came before bathtime.”

The clanks of cluttering ceramic filled the air as her stomps sent tremors through the floor. She approached the shelf near the kitchenette, its shelves lined with even more large pots. Licking her lips, she grabbed a pot and shoved her paw inside, but her smile turned into a quizzical frown when she only felt dry ceramic walls. She peered into the lid.

“Empty,” she muttered, setting the jar on the counter. “Bummer.”

She grabbed another pot from the shelf, only to find it empty. And the next. And the next. With each jar she set aside, she felt the slightest bit hungrier.

But thankfully, the very last jar on the top shelf yielded good news. Its inside was filled to the brim with honey. Her smile returned to her and her nub tail wiggled over her massive rear. “Righteous!”

Macey’s ursine diet consisted of natural forest foods like berries, fruits, nuts and fish, but many would say she ate more than her fair share of honey. She was a hopeless addict to the stuff, and it was the prime contributor to her wobbling expanse. She’d dunk other foods into a pot of the stuff, or simply dunk her paw in and slurp it clean as she was doing at the breakfast table. Of course, she quickly swapped to tipping the lid to her lips and allowing the sweet sticky nectar to trickle down into her stomach. She leaned back more and more, the wooden chair creaking and groaning from her shifting weight. Her backside spilled over the sides, and her back fat bulged around the backrest.

Soon she set the empty pot down on the table, having made certain she got every drop out of it, and licked her paw and muzzle clean before releasing a contented sigh.

“If there’s a better way to start the day, I don’t wanna know about it,” she hummed, softly drumming her fingers on her stomach.

Though, she knew she couldn’t sit there all day - she had a bath to take, and some honey to stock up on. She managed to rouse herself onto her feet and gather up a hamper of items. She lumbered out the door and took a deep breath of clean morning air, her round ears perking up at the rustling leaves and tweeting birds.

With a smile, she lumbered off down a beaten dirt path, inadvertently giving her neighbours a perfect view of her wobbling naked body as she went.

—

Vita Lake was the largest bed of freshwater in the forest, making it the perfect swimming hole. Residents not soaking or splashing around could be found relaxing on the lakeside, soaking up sunshine on the cool green grass. The sunlight glistened beautifully against the rippling water, inviting anyone for a swim or a drink.

Even for one sitting on the opposite end of the huge lake, Macey was easy to spot as she bathed on the shallow side. She hummed softly to herself and sent ripples across her soft expanse from her scrubbing. Her shampoo and fur soap were homemade from local plants and berries and free from anything poisonous so the water was still safe to drink, albeit with a tang of blueberry or thyme.

Once she was done lathering and rinsing, she dragged her bulk out onto the lakeside. A squirrel watching her thought to himself that he could feel the water level lowering. On her paws and knees, she shook the excess water off her fur, sending her blubber shaking and bouncing side to side, before pulling a brush from her bathing bag. She sat with her thick legs splayed out and slowly brushed her hair and fur, smoothing them down. A soft growl of comfort escaped her as she felt the bristles gliding along her body like a pleasant scratch.

Once she brushed all she could reach, she stretched out her soft limbs before flopping onto her back. She could already feel the hot sun drying her fur, which combined with her huge belly, gave her personal areas plenty of coverage from any passers-by who would otherwise be put off by the display. 

Eventually she flopped onto her stomach to allow her back and hair to dry off. Her bulbous backside stuck up in the air in all its rippling glory.

She breathed a slow, quiet sigh, her eyelids fluttering from the comfortable warmth. Surely no one would mind if she took a quick nap. A thought she had often during her days, no matter where in Vita Forest she was. The issue that often came with that was that she would collapse somewhere where her bulk would become an inconvenience for her neighbours, sometimes even against the outer wall of their homes. And it would take quite some doing to rouse her back awake.

But here, on the spacious patch of grass by the lake, she was free to relax for as long as she pleased…

—

Grrrroooowwwrrrrrrrr…

Macey grunted softly as her eyes fluttered open. How long had she been napping? She wasn’t sure, but her fur was dried and silky smooth, just how she liked it. That meant a fine post-bath nap to her.

But as much as she’d love to lounge by the lake all day, her stomach reminded her of a pressing matter.

“Right on,” she said to herself with a grin. “Time for lunch.”

She pulled her bag over and finally started getting dressed. A large, pale green poncho draped down over her bulky abdomen, and her bottom half was covered by a long, purple-blue skirt. Both made of natural fibres, of course. On her chubby right wrist was a braided red and white bracelet, and on her head was a flowery yellow hairband. While she was still naked under what was showing, most of her neighbours were no doubt grateful that she was finally showing some form of decency.

She allowed herself yet another leisurely stretch, before sighing and slowly plodding off toward the trees. Her stomach was telling her it was lunchtime, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

—

Macey certainly didn’t need her nose to lead her to where she was going, but any opportunity to take in that wonderful sweet scent, she’d take it without a second thought. She thumped through the dense wood like she’d taken that route her whole life. Which she had.

Her sleepy face lit up ever so slightly when she came across a familiar tree: a large one with a thick trunk that had been standing tall and proud since she was a young cub. She stared intently at the large knothole near the base of the trunk. Her round ears twitched and wiggled, but all she heard was the soft rustle of leaves and the cheerful birdsong from the branches above.

“Little dudes must be on pollen duty,” she guessed, a grin crossing her face. “Even better.”

She peered into the knothole, and was met with a wonderfully familiar sight. Lined across the walls were yellow hexagons, all of them unoccupied at the moment. And beneath them, just below the edge of the hole, was a deep pool of honey.

She blinked as something occurred to her. “Man, I forgot to bring some jars,” she said, before shrugging. “No sweat - I’ll have a little now and bring them later.”

She dunked her paw into the knothole and fished out a thick glob of sticky golden nectar. She greedily slurped it up into her mouth and went for another helping. Then another. And another.

After yet another pawful - she wasn’t sure how many, she’d stopped counting after twenty four - she paused, remembering she had to restock at home. She leaned back out of the hive and straightened up.

But a few steps away from the tree, she paused and looked over her shoulder. After a few moments of staring, she returned and stuck her head back in the hive.

“There’s still so much,” she muttered, licking her lips. “I can totally have a little more while I’m here, right?”

With that reasoning, she slurped up another pawful of honey. And another. And another. A blissful growl rumbled in her throat from just how much she was indulging. Before she knew it, she had leaned in even further to reach both paws into the honey, greedily slurping as much as she could grab. In the back of her head, she registered how she felt a little tight around the middle, but it wasn’t enough to snap her out of her sweet sticky reverie.

—

What did eventually snap her out of it was her fingers scraping the dry bottom of the hive, making her realise she was no longer picking up any honey. She blinked slowly and took in that she had eaten nearly every drop, save the sticky parts that were just barely out of reach.

“Bummer,” she said. “Guess there wasn’t as much as I thought.”

Her ears twitched as they picked up a sound outside. A familiar chorus of buzzing, that she could swear sounded rather upset. It was quickly followed by the sensation of some very tiny legs on her nub tail, causing it to wiggle.

She gulped. She knew exactly what that was.

She placed her footpaws against the trunk outside and pushed her legs, causing her bloated top half to exit the hive with a pop. As she suspected, she was met with a cloud of hovering bees, scowling right in her direction. Thankfully, their expressions were less aggressive and more like they were used to this happening but still weren’t happy about it.

They glared at a big bear who looked even rounder than normal, thanks to being so bloated with their hard-earned honey. Her face, paws and the front of her poncho were stained with the stuff, which she was instinctively wiping and slurping off as she looked back at them.

Macey went cross-eyed as one of the bees landed on her nose. “Yeah, my bad,” she admitted, smiling sheepishly. “But hey, you make the most righteous honey in the forest. And a whole lot of it too.”

The bee cocked a brow and twitched his wings.

“So, uh, would it be copacetic if I could restock when you’ve got more to spare?” she added, smiling.

The bee rolled his eyes and hopped off her snout, leading the rest into the knothole. Many of them gave Macey dirty looks of their own.

“It’s totally chill,” she decided, rolling herself to her feet. She licked and smacked her lips and gave her stomach a gentle, loving pat, hearing the pool of honey slosh inside. She stifled a burp while she began a slow, ponderous waddle back to her home.

“Least that’s lunch taken care of. Better start thinking of dinner.”

[pizza-belly-cat]

Wrote this earlier today, with my characters... I love how it's coming along.

[drgnflyteabox]

mdni - implied fat!reader x bluecollar!simon riley drabble - simon is a bit of a creep also lol

Bluecollar!Simon Riley whose house floods so he has to spend the next few days in a cheap, seedy motel

First morning there he's leaving for work just as the sun is rising. Its hot, humid, and he's a shitty mood because he'll be working all day and it's only gonna get hotter

Simon Riley who smokes a couple cigs before he goes, sitting on a plastic lawn chair on his concrete faux patio when he sees you

You're flustered, damp with sweat and skin sun-kissed. You've got a laundry basket on your hip and immediately he's imagining a baby there instead. His baby.

Simon Riley who's shameless about staring at you struggling with the laundry door, dropping your clothes and giving him a view of your wide hips and plush ass in very short pajama shorts

You're so flustered:(( nearly in tears while you pick everything up. The shorts are a little tight, a little worn, and the thin material gives him just enough of a view of your pussy that it sustains him the whole day :')

All he can imagine is coming back and sinking into you :') not even necessarily fucking right away, but keeping his cock warm and relieving the tension in his body. He deserves that, no?

He's not creeping, necessarily, when he takes note of the lotion you use. Vanilla. He just happened to be having a smoke and walking right by your window, where you've got one foot propped on a chair rubbing it into your skin.

Your room is tidy. Despite the stained walls, cracks in the ceiling and overall dingy-ness, you've managed to make it look cozy.

New sheets, a fluffy blanket, string lights strung across the wall. Beside you, lotions and creams and washes - he snorts a little to himself. The bathrooms here don't have any counter space or mirrors to set them down on.

But his house does. In fact, most of his shelves are empty everywhere. His pantry, his closets. The only thing he's got are work clothes and beers in the fridge. Maybe a stray heel of bread.

Simon Riley who decides he'll have you move in before he even talks to you, before he starts memorizing your schedule on the weekends and evenings he gets home. You're struggling, on the edge of homelessness, but he knows you'd be the perfect wife and mother. That you'd bring light and warmth to his house, fill those empty shelves and empty rooms...

[bunnis-monsters]

Sacrificial Heifer

Bull Hybrids x Cow Hybrid!Reader

Commissioned by: @yuriohoe04

WC: 1k

A/N: Only 2 more slots for my commissions rn! Make sure to get them while you can. Once my comms are closed I won’t be opening them again until all my comms are finished ^^

Warnings: dubcon, breeding, lactation, pregnancy, gangbang

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It had been a week since the farmer announced that you and your barn mates were ready to be bred for the first time.

At first, the lot of you were excited, some even ovulating and ready to breed. One of your friends had her tail lifted up, and it swayed softly as she sighed.

“Can’t you imagine it, being bred by a handsome bull? Do you think they’d want to settle and become mates?”

You rolled your eyes, swatting her thigh with your tail. “Not likely. Most bulls are just looking for a heifer to breed and toss aside for the next one. You’ll be lucky if they give you more than a few minutes of your time.”

An older cow had warned you many times that bulls liked to play with young heifers’ hearts, and that if you wanted to live a peaceful life on the farm, then you’d just breed and go about your day.

That’s what you told yourself out of fear of getting your heart broken… until the day finally came to breed.

All the other heifers were filling themselves up, brushing out their hair and tidying themselves up. The pheromones wafting through the barn were thick, almost stifling.

This all changed when the bulls walked in. They were big, bulky, and honestly? Terrifying.

They walked in with confidence, eyeing the new heifers with keen, sharp eyes that told you they were more than experienced when it came to breeding.

“Alright, who’s first?”

All the heifers shivered at the authoritative tone of voice. They had never been spoken to in such a way. The farmers they’ve had in the past had always been gentle, giving their bottoms hearty slaps as they herded them into the barn.

These bulls didn’t look like they even knew what the word gentle meant. They knew how to work with an inexperienced heifer, how to breed them into submission and stuff them full of cum.

You looked on with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. The bulls were definitely handsome, and despite their rough way of speaking, the way they tried their best to look a bit smaller told you that maybe they weren’t as bad as you had been told.

Before you could retreat to observe them from the back of the stall, you were shoved out into an open space, landing in the arms of one of the bulls.

“A volunteer. Cute one too.”

You yelped as your ass was groped, the bull squeezing it lightly before inspecting your face. “Little heifer, no need to be nervous. Gonna put a calf in you, alright?”

“Quite small, ain’t she?”

Another bull approached you from behind, lifting up your tail to get a better look at your fat ass. “Perfectly plump too. Got them child bearing hips… mmm…”

The feeling of a cock rubbing against your panties made your body freeze up. They both cooed at you, already able to sense your pheromones spiking. “Someone’s begging to be fucked silly, huh?”

One of the bulls traced circles over your clothed clit, laughing as you blubbered our half hearted pleas for them to let you go. “Hush, heifer. You’re soaking my hand, gotta breed that fat cunt of yours.”

Before long you were being hoisted up, a big fat cock pushing against your pussy. It was huge, and you were sure it would tear your body in two!

“Sure this little thing can take it?” another bull asked, this one playing with your clit as the other two bulls prepped your hole. “Smallest heifer in the herd I’ve seen so far…”

“She’ll take it.”

And with that, he rutted into you, stretching your fat pussy out as he bounced you on his cock. It was painful at first, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, but your body was built for this. You were made to be bred by bulls, to get pregnant and produce milk and calves.

You felt your pussy gush as he fucked into you, biting into your shoulder. “That’s it, baby. Cream on my cock, lemme hear you cry out for me.”

You were passed around by the bulls, feeling so full and happy. As you were bent over and groped by another bull, you let out the prettiest of moans.

“God, that’s it, that’s a good heifer. Take my load, fuck…”

A bull took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling as another mounted and bred you thoroughly. Before you were a virgin, and now you were being fucked by so many different cocks that you could barely think.

They rolled you onto your tummy, lifting your ass into the air and eating the cum out of your pussy, wanting to give you a nice and fresh creampie and hoping their’s would be the load to impregnate your fertile womb.

All the other heifer’s watched in awe and jealousy as the bulls kept their attention on you, unable to spare a second glance to the others. You were so cute, a small, chubby little heifer that was perfect for beating calves. How the hell were they supposed to breed anyone else when you were bouncing on their cocks?

By the end of the breeding session, your belly was distended, stuffed full of cum. None of the other heifers were bred because the bulls were way too busy doting on you after they all got a turn.

Now, as your belly began to swell with a calf and your tits got heavy and full, the bulls couldn’t help but cum all over and in you. Your pretty mouth and pussy was always keeping someone’s cock nice and warm.

Drinking milk from your fat and heavy tits was the best part of their day. They had to test your milk to make sure it was high quality… and they also just wanted to suck on your nipples.

After all, you were their perfect little breeding cow. None of the other heifers compared to you, none as sweet and soft and pretty. If anyone had a problem, they could take it up with the bulls.

You sat on your bed, being fed strawberries as your belly was massaged.

Maybe that older cow was wrong, because these bulls adored you with their entire heart… and you were excited to be thoroughly bred again once you gave birth.

You were a cow hybrid after all, and needed to produce lots of milk and calves. Being a breeding cow was your job…

And you were damn good at it.

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[tummywrites]

I'm gaining weight uncontrollably since getting on hrt (trans girl.) Maybe you could describe how you would take advantage of that?

i’d start your mornings off with a homemade frosted coffee—packed full of ice cream, caramel and mocha sauce, ground up oreos dusted throughout. then, to top it off, four hefty scoops of protein powder. starting your morning with liquid fat to coat your throat.

heavy cream and butter are about to become your new best friends. you’ll find them in every dish ill serve up to you, expanding those hips and thighs and gut with every drop that passes between your lips.

i’ll get you high every day, and cater to your every craving. chips, candy, ice cream, pizza, fries. anything your fatass desires, i’ll provide. don’t worry about moving, or getting up, or doing anything but shoving food into your mouth.

[kechiwrites]

wake up; reader getting fucked from below by neighbour!Simon who keeps your hands pinned behind your back while he bullies the thickness of his cock inside you, just a little too deep. All too happy to let you drool on his shoulder as he drives into you again and again, watching the reflection of your ass bouncing heavy and fast over his lap on the black screen of your television. Scarred and tattooed arms sinking into your sides, anchoring you to him, implacable, insatiable. He was only supposed to pick-up a package mistakenly delivered to your front door, too heavy for you to bring it over yourself. Only supposed to have 'a cuppa, if you have it, pet.' Only supposed to take a kiss, soft, fleeting. Only supposed to 'touch it, over yer clothes, promise.' Only supposed to rub against the outside, slotting his ruddy, leaking tip between the already soaked lips of your pussy. Only supposed to pull out, come against the curve of your ass.

But Ghost can be neighbourly, he can go above and beyond. If it's for you.

[genderqueerdykes]

one of the most evil parts about me being told that i needed to lose weight before i could get my diseased gallbladder removed was that without telling me at all whatsoever, the physician's assistant who was responsible for my surgery consult silently gave me a referral for bariatric weight loss surgery. she told me that i'd have to get my gallbladder removal surgery with that department as well because they're used to working on bigger bodies.

she told me this, but that's not what she meant. she wanted me to get bariatric weight loss surgery all because i told her that i have poly cystic ovarian syndrome and that it's hard for me to willingly lose weight. when i called the bariatric surgeons about scheduling my consult for my gallbladder removal, they were extremely confused and were like "well is this for the bariatric surgery referral or the gallbladder removal referral?"

without my permission, without me asking, the physician's assistant silently signed me up for weight loss surgery that i never consented to. i never once mentioned wanting this surgery. i never once mentioned that my weight is affecting my health or bothering me. this person saw this as a mandatory step in order to get the surgery to remove my diseased organ. as if there were no other options. i never want to get bariatric weight loss surgery because i know it will completely devastate my health. this PA was so stuck on my weight. she could not get over it, she was literally obsessed. she did not care about my health, safety or well being, she was just obsessed with her hatred of fat people

she saw my weight as a higher priority than my diseased gallbladder. she was so stuck up her own ass that she was convinced that my weight was doing more damage to me than my gallbladder was. she wanted to keep blaming me for eating a high fat diet (i'm a vegetarian- i don't eat a high fat diet) and mocking me for being fat. she literally saw me being fat as a bigger issue than the fact that i had a literal rock stuck in the neck of one of my organs. if you ask me, if the surgeons and anesthesiologists have problems working on fat patients, that's a skill issue on them. that means you're a bad surgeon or anesthesiologist and you need to try to improve your skills. this is a literal skill issue, it's not the patient's fault that the medical professional fucking sucks at their job!

i can't describe to you how evil and insidious that is. the fact that she looked at me and went "oh my fucking god it's your weight that's the problem just go lose weight you fat asshole" just showed how much disregard she has for her fat patients. it's like she relishes torturing us or leaving us to be sick or die. there's no reason to behave this way. there's no reason to FORCE someone into weight loss surgery. my health is NOT being negatively impacted by my weight- gallstones are not caused by being overweight, and you can't give yourself gallstones. no matter how much fat you eat you can't give yourself gallstones- this is something that happens outside of your control

i hate medical professionals who are proudly fatphobic. they wear the fact that they let people remain sick and die as a badge of honor. like they're doing the world a favor. like staying sick or dying is better off for the patient. like the patient somehow doesn't "DESERVE" to be in good health. fat people DO deserve to be in good health. we DON'T have to "EARN" surgeries or life saving procedures. we are alive and human just like everyone else. this qualifies us for being cared for medically, no matter what. leave your prejudices at home. you can't just kill fat people because you don't like that we exist.