#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. 

[honeybumblebutt]

Sometimes I think living in the south made it almost inevitable for me to be into bigger people. Everywhere I go I see someone who was raised on heavy fattening food and their bodies reflect it. Good homestyle, country cooking that can’t help but stick to you if you live down here long enough. It’s to the point that my concept of chubby, thick and fat were skewed long before discovering the feedism community. Online I will sometimes see people say that xyz person is really big but where I’m from they’d be considered average size. If almost everyone you see is at minimum overweight, if not straight up obese, your baseline of what’s normal will begin to shift.

That’s why whenever I see “average” sized people, I’m instinctively like “omg they are so thin!”. Cuz to my deep-south feedist brain, not having a double chin, plush upper arms, a protruding belly, back rolls, nor thunder thighs means that you aren’t eating enough. Like if your thighs don’t touch when you walk, is everything okay at home? If you aren’t at least pleasantly plump then people would assume that you’re down on your luck, and struggling to the point that you can’t even eat well. Want to quell rumors about your finances? Make sure that the number on the scale starts with at least a 2, if you want to get people off your case.

The stereotype of a slightly-pushy older woman nearly force-feeding you food isn’t that far off depending on whose home you’re visiting and the women I know believe the love organ is your stomach. Just this past Fourth of July, I was asked several times is that all I’m eating and do I want any more despite me having quite a bit of food and 2 plates of dessert. In my world there aren’t 5 love languages but actually 6 with the sixth one being food.

So being raised in that sort of environment, it’s not a shocker that my eyes naturally linger on curvier, thicker individuals. Despite mainstream social media trying to convince me otherwise, how could I reject what has always naturally enthralled me? If they ain’t thicker than a snicker they ain’t for me. If they don’t jump to pull on their jeans then they gotta leave. If the local fast food places doesn’t know them by name then it’s not meant to be.

[wonderingsoftly]

a tale of a short tie

just something quick, soft, a little thoughtful...hope you enjoy.

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You told me, a little sadness in your voice, that the tie I got you for Christmas is too short. Just barely! But not long enough to reach your belt buckle.

I let out a little pout, ‘cause I knew you liked the tie–it was just your style, and I swore it would be long enough, why wouldn't it? I start to add yet another detail to my mental clothing checklist for when I try to shop for you–

But then I pause.

I don't know if you’ve noticed it. Maybe you’re choosing to ignore it, or maybe you just wear it so well, it seems natural to you.

I catch my breath in my throat.

Your belly has gotten bigger. Not by a whole lot, but definitely bigger.

We don't talk much about the night I confessed that I was attracted to fat people. We don't really need to.

But in the heat of the heavy makeout session that followed my admission, I also admitted that I wouldn't mind seeing you even bigger than you were now.

You laughed a little awkward, sincere laugh, saying you were happy with your weight the way it was–and don't doubt that I was too! –But…we’ve become a lot less concerned with talk of weight or fitting into old clothes since then.

And I’ve allowed myself the once-forbidden luxury of admiring your curves, the way the sides of your torso drape over itself, the way your middle hangs further and further over your belt. The way it feels when I lay my head down on your soft belly, tempted to just fall asleep.

I’ve convinced myself that I would get the best sleep of my life using a pillow like that.

And the way it presses against me now, when we're pressed up against each other…I take my admiration slow and careful. I’m a little scared to show just how much I love it. How I love you with every pound, every inch that appears.

I don't expect that you’ll ever look like my…heaviest visions of fantasy, but that's just fine. I’ll always love you all the same.

But maybe one day in the future, when it's just you and me again, your face softer, arms and thighs wider, your belly nice and round and heavy–hanging well over your waistline, and your ties reach futilely for your obscured belt buckle.

And maybe, with a knowing smile, you’ll say that the tie I got you is too short.

[bigbellybelle]

okay fine ill share some horny writing (tho this one wont really be a story just something i thought of,,)

About a week ago i was out doing something for the first time in like a year i think? i dont tend to be around strangers is the point. Im obviously a shut in, but i had realized i was wearing my velma outfit with my stupid yellow shirt that hardly hides my belly, and my red pants that are super cozy and also leave a lot of pissed off marks on my waist. This is a ton of extra info lmao, but basically im fucking spilling out of my clothes~ and i wondered if anyone wouldve recognized me from the dyed hair and chins and clothes,,, like obviously noone did because i dont have that big of a following and im not really all that popular, but what if~ maybe they wouldve pulled me aside and told me that they recognized me~ and i wouldve gotten to hear about how they wanted to squish me and see how soft i actually was,,, and id just be too fucking high to talk properly (because im high every time i go out so im not stressed) so id nod or something not realizing they were asking to squish me~ and id just be getting groped in a hallway,,, or maybe id be pulled into a bathroom and it would be a stall~ just someone roughly grabbing all my rolls talking about how soft i look and how i live up to the pics,,, maybe theyd even get a bit carried away and start biting my tummy while calling me a pig,,, and id just be there trying to keep quiet so noone finds out that were both perverts who love how fat ive gotten~

not that i genuinely want this to happen, but like i kinda do? but also consent. but also likw ald;jkfaldf

(if you do see me irl please dont just start touching me TuT. like have a conversation or something if im alone while im out please dont be fuckin weird. its just generally a weird situation and i dont expect to be recognized, so again dont be weird or creepy.)

anyways hope this was hot for other people cus i really love the idea~ and sorry for bein so rambly, i love yapping about nonsense sometimes lmao

[fatterbiggersofter]

He emerged from between her thighs, planting a wet kiss on the arc of her tummy. “So URRRRP good, babe…” she groaned, her belly rising and falling with every breath. She was completely naked on the couch, her fat breasts barely distinguishable from the next roll they rested on… or the next.

“Anything for you, babe,” he smiled, rubbing her belly and feeling each roll he’d helped to cake onto her. “You know it’s getting kinda tough to work down there,” he grinned, lifting a spoonful of frosting to her lips. She groaned a little, her face getting hot with how embarrassing it all was. She had at least planned to slow down… But she’d found herself gaining faster than ever as she fell further and further into hedonistic gluttony.

“M-maybe we should slow down? I’m getting so big… maybe too big…” she said in a hushed tone, her hands resting on the uppermost third of her belly. She couldn’t imagine how much she weighed and didn’t have any desire to get on her feet to check.

“No way,” he said, gently kissing her cheek. He was so sweet, it rendered her powerless. “Can’t have you going hungry on my watch, babe” he cooed, lifting the straw of a huge milkshake to her lips. She knew he was right… at her size, she needed so much food to feel satisfied.

“You remember we've got friends coming over today?” he said, his hands reaching one of her wide boobs, the contact from his hands stimulating her sensitive nipple as she groaned. She knew she wasn’t in a state to see other people…

“But, I’m naked…” she said meekly. She loved that he practically worshipped her body, but other people seeing her like this? There was no way she was agreeing to that.

“Someone got kinda greedy and outgrew all her clothes,” he gently teased, his fingers moving down her sides to squeeze into her thigh roll. She groaned. She knew he was right. She’d been ravenous. “It’s okay, I got you a new robe,” he smiled.

It was an effort to stand. The sheer weight of her body held her firmly on the couch and her underused muscles didn’t offer much support. Her belly hung in blobs off her front and side. She raised her heavy arm to enter the sleeve of the huge, fluffy, pink robe he was offering her. The fabric was soft against every inch of her overstretched skin. He tugged the fabric together at her middle… it almost closed, but he tied it with a thick strip of belly exposed along her center. The couch creaked as she sat back down, panting from the effort and glad to be clothed, at least.

snippet from my recent story over on DeviantArt, NEET Year's Resolution!

[kingofgrey]

You know what I don't see or hear enough of? Fat Cops.

Like, its such a well-known stereotype that you can't think about a cop without donuts in hand. Heck you can even call them pigs and most won't bat an eye!

So I wanna see more of them. But not those squeaky clean fat cops you normally see. No. I want those debaucherous pigs! The kind that doesn't care about their duties enough to actually get out of their cruisers to do their job.

After all, why would they? They didn't actually care about helping the community, thats too much work. They just like the discount being a cop gets at their local bakeries.

They pop a button on their few sizes too small uniform? So what? Just tell the chief and he'll figure it out instead! Lazy? No, no, no. Thats saving police resources baby!

But you know what my favorite kind of fat cop is?

The bright eyed, bushy tailed rookie who genuinely wants to do some good for the community. They just got out of the academy, so their healthy habits are still strong.

But they start slipping eventually. They always do. At first they say no to their partner's request for donuts on patrol, then maybe one day they forget to eat breakfast and those donuts sound real good. So they'd get their partner the donuts they're practically begging for and only have one.

But after that semi-long drive, it'd be a waste to not have two.

And it all snowballs from there. Without their teachers to set them straight and get'em back on track, well, lets just say they won't be running track for much longer.

And before long, the only movement they'll have is the lazy waddle from the station to the cruiser, and from the cruiser to the bakery.

[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

[lardguz]

I'm not usually one for even mild slob content but idk guys this section of this story outline I just wrote is really doing something for me 😳

What do y'all think?

[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..

[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.

[quagsire-sandwhich]

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[fatterbiggersofter]

"Are you hungry?" he asked, grinning. Her belly was already rumbling. As tight as her clothes felt, she couldn't help herself. She wanted more.

"I'm starving," she whispered, pulling his hand with the donut to her mouth so she could eat. Bite after bite filled her plump cheeks. Her mind was all him and all food. It wasn't until the SNAP of her hair tie breaking and her belly surging out that she stopped herself.

"That's my blobby girl," he whispered, patting her belly affectionately as he crumpled the box and tossed it into her office trash can, opening the blinds as she frantically maneuvered to tuck her exposed belly behind her desk.

Weeks of these moments followed. Her body stretched and grew to accommodate all of the food. She couldn’t buy clothes fast enough. Her wardrobe became dominated by elastic everything. She started overeating on her own, just to watch his expression when she’d show off her already-stuffed increasingly-doughy belly first thing in the morning at work.

And it wasn’t just the weight. She was falling further and further into this cycle of aroused embarrassment as more people started to notice. Chairs groaned when she sat in them. Coworkers watched uneasily when she struggled to heave herself to her feet. Every humiliation made her love the changes to her body more and more.

snippet from my latest story over on DeviantArt, Blobbygirl!

[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.”

[hungryven]

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[lardguz]

so happy to see you writing again, your wg fics are some of the best! are you still in the Ace Attorney fandom? i’d love to see a short wg story about one of Sholmes’ inventions malfunctioning or one of Larry’s laziness catching up to him

*points* YOU. ANON. I like you. You're a genius. I'm going to be going with the Sholmes prompt for this one, because even though I haven't finished the second game yet, I do know I ADORE that strange man. He's so babygirl 🥰

It was a cold, dreary day in London, a thick fog blanketing the city in the early hours. The great detective Herlock Sholmes sat in his flat, sipping a hot cup of tea while poring over one of his many inventions. The lanky man was wearing his home attire of a tailored waistcoat and dress shirt with a pair of long trousers. He grabbed a screwdriver, tightening some parts of the strange little machine in front of him, sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth in concentration. Finally, Sholmes got the last screw in place, and he leapt out of his chair in celebration. "At last, my invention is complete!" he cried out happily.

Sholmes lifted the little machine from his workbench, cradling it to his chest like a newborn child. The sound of creaking footsteps came from the stairs behind him, as a voice called out to him. "Mr. Sholmes, is everything all right?" The detective turned around, still holding his invention close, and spotted the source of the voice: Ryunosuke Naruhodo, his friend who lived upstairs in his flat. The Japanese lawyer looked like he was still waking up, his hair sticking up in more places than usual and his eyes half-lidded from sleepiness.

Detective Sholmes held his creation out to the tired lawyer. "Ah, Mr. Naruhodo, sorry for waking you! You see, I just finished building my latest invention, and might have gotten a tad carried away in my celebration. Here, look at this!"

Ryunosuke leaned in close, inspecting the contraption. It appeared to be some sort of metal cube with gears on some of the surfaces, and with beautifully engraved images of fruits, vegetables, and bread on the brass edges. "Well, it looks quite pretty, Mr. Sholmes, but... What function does it serve?" The lawyer questioned as he straightened back up.

Sholmes laughed heartily at his companion's understandable confusion. "Oho, my dear Mr. Naruhodo, surely it is obvious? Did you not notice the switch on the top face of my genius machine, and deduce its function for yourself?" Ryunosuke shook his head, expression as bemused as it was before. "My, my, you're slacking then, my dear boy! This mere brass cube will make it so I never have to waste time eating or drinking for the rest of my life!"

The young lawyer gasped in surprise. "Really, Mr. Sholmes? But... How would that work?"

Detective Sholmes laughed, grasping the little cube in both of his hands. "Allow me to demonstrate for you, my friend!" He flicked the switch on top of his creation, which began to hum ominously. The cube shook and vibrated, emitting steam which scalded Sholmes's hands. "Ouch! Blasted contraption!" He yelped, dropping it hastily. As it clattered to the ground, a loud whistling noise pierced the air, and both the cube and Herlock Sholmes started glowing with a mysterious light.

Ryunosuke watched in disbelief as Sholmes's body underwent a rapid transformation. The scrawny detective's gut started growing, starting as just a little protruding pudge before becoming a pot belly, then a proper fat stomach that began drooping over his belt. His pecs began softening, plumping up like a pair of women's breasts and straining the buttons of his waistcoat. A pair of love handles bloomed over his trousers as his thighs and ass thickened as well, the fine leather of his belt beginning to creak ominously. At the exact moment his belt buckle gave way to the building pressure, so did his vest's buttons, causing Ryunosuke to duck to avoid the shrapnel firing off of the growing detective's body. His gut surged forth, free from the restraining waistcoat and sagging to cover the broken belt buckle. His fattening biceps tore at the fabric of his dress shirt, bubbles of pale flab bulging through the tears. The seams of his trousers swiftly followed the same fate, his burgeoning thighs and calves reducing the tailored pants to tatters. Ryunosuke looked on in horror, expecting the growth to half now that his friend was nearly naked, but it continued.

Herlock's gut continued expanding, creeping further and further down the front of his legs until it touched the floor and then continuing on past that. The enormous slab of fat was now a three-tiered cascade of rolls, jiggling and wobbling with the slightest movement. His tits and side rolls swelled and merged into a mass of stacked flab, forcing his fattening arms higher and higher in their resting position. His neck disappeared under his shoulder and face fat, his bulging cheeks and numerous chins covering any of his distinguishable features rendering him unrecognizable. His biceps grew even bigger than his body had been mere moments ago, rendering his arms immovable by weight alone. Even his hands fattened up, his fingers almost spherical and barely able to bend but still somehow mobile.

The only thing bigger than Sholmes's floor-covering gut was his ass, each cheek growing at an astonishing rate and pinning his body to the floor. The shapeless, dimpled boulders of adipose pooled under his bulk, forcing him to the ground before his legs were made unusably fat too. As his growth finally slowed, it was clear that his mountainous ass and gut had anchored him to the ground permanently, but even if they hadn't he wouldn't be able to walk again: his flabby thighs and calves had completely absorbed his feet and ankles, the doughy barrels of flab sticking out at an uncomfortable spread angle from his bulging body between his stomach rolls and ass cheeks. The detective's body finally stopped growing, leaving the immobile man wheezing and sweaty from the ordeal.

Ryunosuke waited a few moments to see if any more growth happened before hesitantly approaching his friend. He prodded at Sholmes's sweaty, heaving gut to see if it was real, his finger sinking into the flab all the way up to his knuckles easily. Sholmes grunted between gasping breaths, and Ryunosuke leapt back. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Sholmes, that was rude of me! Are you okay?"

"Ah-ah'm... haaahh... fhine.... chum.... huff." He wheezed, words slurred by the fat weighing down his face. His cheeks were red and shiny from the sweat pouring off of his body from the effort of merely saying a few words.

Ryunosuke looked concerned for his friend. "I'm sorry your invention backfired like that. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Sholmes chuckled, his laughter sending shockwaves rippling through his entire corpulent form. "Bhack....fhired? wheeze Yhuu... mish...unner....shtand... Mishtah.... Nahru... huff... Hodo!" Taking a couple of minutes to catch his breath, he continued. "Naow... Ah c'n.... feed... muhshelf.... wih' dish.... thing.... fuhrevuh!"

Ryunosuke took a moment to mentally translate the detective's muffled words, before groaning. "Is that so... Well, I guess I have a new job along with my defense attorney position." He immediately set about clearing furniture and various failed inventions out of the growth radius of Sholmes's mass. This was going to be a loooooong week.

[homerun153]

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