#fatter and rounder and ever before

[ruinstt]

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[writemerounder]

Shorts

Face it, babe, it’s getting painfully obvious to everyone how goddamn chunky you’ve become. Look how much that soft new gut of yours is bulging over the waistband of those slutty little shorts. It’s a miracle you even managed to tug them on, with your ass ballooning as quickly as it is.

Oh, sweetie. Did you actually think cramming yourself into your old clothes would make you look skinnier? Silly spoiled piggy, you look rounder and fatter right now than you’ve ever looked in your life, the way you’re spilling out of those poor, overtaxed clothes. There’s no room left for your gut in those pants. The entire squishy mass is being forcibly propped up above your waistband, making it look even rounder and more overfed than it actually is. The way it bounced and jiggled as you walked into the room was borderline cartoonish, babe.

Oh, no, don’t change out of them. We’ll be late for dinner if we have to wait for you to wriggle your fat ass all the way back out of those. Besides, I think the overstuffed sausage look suits you. Your friends haven’t seen you in a while. Do you think they remember you used to need a belt with those shorts?

I think it’s only fair to let them notice what a fat, greedy piggy you’ve become the instant they see you. Give them the maximum amount of time to mentally prepare themselves before they see how desperately, how obscenely you shove plate after plate into your ever-expanding gut. How shamelessly you gorge yourself until inevitably, the straining button on those poor, poor shorts breaks loose with an attention-grabbing pop. All eyes turn to you as your zipper explodes open, freeing your full, fat tummy to plop out dramatically onto your thick juicy thighs, where it sits, round and quivering in the ensuing awkward silence. Once you’ve turned sufficiently red, I’ll excuse us from the table. I’ll support you as you waddle away with one arm wrapped around your thick waist from behind, not-so-subtly fondling your bulging love handle as all your friends stare.

Don’t worry, love, we’ll get takeout on the way home. I know my chunky slut will still be hungry.

But only if you wear the shorts.

[jokeringcutio]

Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Discovered" Mature/Drabble [2]

FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE Summary: Imagine: Your mom had to find out eventually. This is how.

AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present and Pregnant (See Masterlist->FNAF->Stepdad William ) Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, Explicit sexual content, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Dark!William, Manipulative William.

The sunlight caught the subtle movement of your swollen belly as you scrolled through your phone, perched on the edge of the couch. You didn't notice it, but your mom did. The little foot that brushed past the skin you so desperately tried to hide from her.

Her eyes narrowed and she strode toward you, hands shaking. In one swift motion, she yanked up your loose-fitting tunic, exposing your rounded stomach. The tiny foot clearly visible and destroying any hope of lying that you were just getting fatter.

"I knew it," she hissed, her voice laced with anger and disbelief. "You're pregnant. It's undeniable now."

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear and guilt swirled within you. You had known that you couldn’t hide it forever, but your stepdad had made you bite your tongue time after time again. Don’t tell her anything. Lie. I’m not the father.

“How long?” Your mom asked you angrily, tears started to roll down her cheeks. Her own pregnant tummy, a bit rounder than yours, was jutted forward, into your vision, reminding you once again of how your stepdad played you both.

“How long have you known? How long did you try to keep this hidden from me?” She didn’t sound angry but upset, broken, betrayed. It broke your heart to hear. Her child, her pregnancy, was talked about like a trophy. A miracle baby. Whilst yours…

You bit your lip. Stupid hormones. You wanted to cry, crawl away and hide. Where was your stepdad when you needed him? When all shit hit the fan?

"Mom, I didn't know until the doctor told me," you whispered, a bold lie, trying to keep your voice steady. "Remember the doctor's appointment? The one you had insisted I’d go to because I kept getting sick, throwing up a lot?"

Her face turned red. “So you knew since then,” she deduced and you decided to bite your tongue. You had known you were pregnant long before your mom found out about her pregnancy. Even if your due dates were nearly identical. Your stepdad had been too eager to have you pee on a stick and stake his claim, reminding you of the seed he planted inside of you ever since. You couldn’t forget for a single day that you were carrying his child. It was as if he got even hornier now that you were pregnant with his baby. You caried the bruises to prove it.

But luckily, your mom was too upset to see through your lie, too distraught to question it further.

"Who is the father?" she demanded, the words sharp as knives. She needed answers; she needed to know who had done this to you.

You hesitated. Your stepfather had told you to never reveal the secret. But could you carry it for much longer? What if you outed him? Would it tear your family apart?

Your heart hammered in your chest as you struggled to find the words, but before you could speak, the door creaked open. William Afton, your stepdad, entered the room. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to your mother's fury. He instantly caught onto the tension in the room and his blue eyes slid from your mother to you and back again.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes slicing through the tension in the room like a knife.

"My daughter is pregnant!" your mom cried, tears streaming down her face. "And she won't tell me who the father is!"

For a moment, an emotion flickered across William's face – something raw and dark. But he hid it quickly, composing himself before turning to you, playing along with your mother's accusations.

"Is that so?” he murmured, and you wished you could slap him across the face because – what a bastard!

“Who was it?" he demanded, a stern edge in his voice.

You stammered, unwilling to reveal the truth, "I-I don't want to answer that."

You could see the look in those blue eyes, as if he silently complimented you for being a good girl. His demeanor, however, was the opposite.

In a swift motion, William jerked your phone from your hands, hurling it across the room where it collided with the wall. The screen cracked, shattering into a spiderweb of broken glass.

“Did you sleep around?” The question surprised you. He knew you hadn’t slept with anyone else. “Did you whore yourself to any of those frat boys?”

He accused you of sleeping around with boys from school? His voice was cold and cutting.

"Answer me!" he pressed, leaning in closer – too close for comfort.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you choked out a lie, "I can't remember."

His gaze bore into you, and you felt like a trapped animal, cornered by the very man who had done this to you. But you couldn't let him see the fear that clenched your insides like a vise. You had to stay strong, even as your world crumbled around you.

"Must've been one of those wild nights, huh?" William sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Lied to us about visiting your friend Patty and went partying instead. Got drunk, didn't you?"

Your mom gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she turned to you. "Is that true? Why would you do something like this?"

She placed a hand on her own pregnant belly, the silent reminder cutting through you like a knife – both of you carrying the same man's child. It was sickening, twisted, and every time you thought about it, bile crept up your throat.

"Answer your mother," William commanded, his voice cold and hard like ice. But words refused to form on your trembling lips, your mind a whirlwind of torment and fear.

Tears streamed down your face, hot and stinging, blurring your vision. Your mother's own tears mirrored yours, her heartache as raw as your own. You wanted to scream, to tell her the truth, but the weight of your secret bound you, choking you silent.

"Get out of our sight!" William barked, his anger barely contained. "You're upsetting your mother! This is the last thing she needs during her pregnancy!"

And you? Your pregnancy?

Your legs felt weak, your body trembling as you stumbled to your room, desperate for refuge from the nightmare that had become your life. The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you off from the world – and leaving you alone with your thoughts, your shame, and your ever-growing horror at what you'd been forced into.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed, hands trembling in your lap. The sound of a knock at the door made you flinch, your breath hitching in your throat as fear gripped you. You expected William, ready to torment you further, and mentally prepared yourself to face him.

But it was your mother who stepped into the room, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from tears. Relief washed over you, but the reality of your situation still kept you tense.

"Can you forgive me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat beside you on the bed, her hand gently resting on your tummy. "I'm upset, but I love you. You’re my kid. Carrying her own kid. It is… a lot to take in."

If only she knew the full extent of it, you thought. How would she react to it? Would it kill her to know? Perhaps William had been right and you should keep your mouth shut.

“I mean, I hadn’t thought to see you pregnant so soon. Perhaps in a few more years once you were older, enjoyed life a bit, settled down with a nice boy.” She played with your hear, smiling weakly but genuinely at you. “I am your mom. I just want what is best for you.”

“I know, Mom,” you whispered, feeling possibly even worse now that your mother was this honest and sweet with you.

“Seems like we’re both going to be moms. That will be a weird experience,” she said, chuckling. “Weird, but wonderful. I am sure.”

You carefully glanced at her. You could feel the weight of her concern, the heaviness of her touch as she acknowledged the life growing inside of you.

"If I had known before," she continued, her voice cracking, "I wouldn't have asked you to do any heavy lifting."

"Mom..." you choked out, your own tears threatening to spill again.

"I won't ask about the dad," she said firmly, her gaze locked with yours, seeking understanding and forgiveness. "That's your secret to keep."

She leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, pulling you into a gentle embrace. You clung to her, letting the warmth and love of your mother's hug wrap around you like a protective shield.

She believed the lie, you realized. She believed you had been foolish enough to sleep with a boy, unprotected and intoxicated. And she believed you had gotten pregnant from some random boy from school.

If only that would have been the case. Then at least you could have had yourself to blame.

As you held each other, thoughts of William's behavior swirled in your mind – his urgency to keep his fatherhood a secret, throwing you under the bus like this. Anger bubbled up inside you, a burning rage that threatened to consume you. How could he do this to you? To your mother?

"Let me cook something for us," your mother murmured, breaking the silence. "A light meal, something delicious," her hand stroked gently past your tummy, feeling a tiny foot or hand press back. She let out a startled laugh. “For us and for our little ones, all right?’

She offered a small, reassuring smile before leaving your room, granting you a moment of solitude to gather your thoughts.

Your hands clenched into fists, the rage inside you growing stronger. William had manipulated everyone, and he was getting away with it. But you wouldn't let him win. No matter what it took, you would break free from his twisted grip on your life.

You couldn't afford to waste any time; you needed to find a way to escape William's control. But how? What would be the best way now that he had you cornered. There was your mom to consider, and her child. Your baby brother or sister - now that was a weird thought.

But there was also you. You were a lot weaker now that you were pregnant. Easily tired. Plus, you had to think of the little life you carried inside of you. You had no job and not enough money saved to survive on your own for a while.

A sudden creak from the doorway made you jump. Tearing you out of your vicious thoughts, it was him. William stood there, his blue eyes locked on you, that familiar sinister smile creeping across his face.

"Your mother's going to be busy for a while," he murmured, closing the door behind him and striding towards you with purpose.

Panic surged through you as he grabbed your arm, yanking you to the edge of the bed. "We have a bit of time," he whispered, fingers tugging at your pants, pulling them down in haste.

"Daddy, please," you begged, but your words fell on deaf ears.

"Shh," he hushed, pushing himself inside you without warning. You gasped, a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure coursing through you. His cock was already rock hard and he wasted no time in starting to rut inside of you. He’d been like this for a while now, fucking you whenever he got the chance. Even during such dangerous moments as these, when your mom was nearby and could walk in any moment.

Yet, he managed to get away with it each time.

"Such a good girl," he purred, hands gripping your hips tightly as he moved within you. "You handled everything so well."

His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept them at bay, focusing on the twisted need in his voice. Your pussy pulsed around him, begging him for his cum as your own climax edged near.

"Promise me you'll be my good girl, won't you?" he whispered, his thrusts reaching a fevered pace. “Promise me, you’ll be a good girl for Dad. Keep his secret. Hmm?”

"Y-yes," you choked out, unable to resist his demands. Your heart pounded as you neared the edge, the room spinning as your climax approached.

"Good," he growled, releasing his grip on your hips as you both reached the peak together.

As you lay there, panting and exhausted, he pulled away, satisfied. But the moment he turned his back, determination flooded through you. This couldn't continue – you had to get away from him. Escape. Find freedom.

And you would do whatever it took.

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[stonerbellybabe]

Do you ever think about your past self, I wonder? Do you reminisce on the skinny you as the cold ice cream your guzzling passes past your lips down your throat to fill your tubby tummy? As you drink too quickly and some shake dribbles down your growing double chin, does what she would think of you ever cross your mind? Or are you just too consumed in eating to even care? My bet's on that last one, the way you've been growing lately. Gone is the athletic, slim girl who could likely run for miles, replaced with you: a fat, slothful thing addicted to stuffing her face with every morsel she sees. Donuts, cakes, hamburgers, pizza, all disappeared inside you, stretching your stomach ever larger. And just as your stomach grew, so too did your appetite. Every night you needed a little more to eat, a little more to be full, a little more to feel sated.

What once was a meal now feels like a snack, and so now you down those shakes to fill in all the cracks left in your aching, hungry belly. And your body reflects this. Where once was a flat tummy sits a barrel of a belly. The once trim thighs now thunder in their thickness. How long will it be before they push your legs far enough apart and force you to waddle your way from the couch to the kitchen?

You've already given in, already can't hide your belly under your biggest sweater, already can't stop eating. You can't stop, don't even want to stop as it drives you wild to think of yourself larger, fatter, rounder, your clothes struggling to contain you, furniture hoping to just hold you. The bedframe will squeak and the floors will creak at the very weight of you. It won't be long before the piglet has grown into a truly fattened pig. Gluttony has truly become your guide.

Okay this was real hot 🥵 please enjoy this image as a token of my gratitude

That skinny girl I used to be is so long gone… if she saw this picture of an obese girl spilling out of a bikini and funneling a milkshake, she would never guess it would be her in a few short years. She would be mortified to learn how far she was bound to fall into the hands of gluttony

[toptierteaser]

The Intern

The intern always tries to take care not to overdo it. While the coffee and breakfast runs would have kept him mostly slim-and-trim from all the bustling around, since he began his largely-unpaid employment here, the treats have had the opposite effect. He has grown rounder, softer…dare he say, fatter? The cheap chinos and tucked-in shirts that used to fit his jock body so well have gotten snug. He can see the seems just beginning to unravel. The buttons on his belly, his chubby chest have gotten tight…far too tight. Far too snug for appearances. Far too squeezing for professionalism. Far too tight for his ever-widening body.

The culprit is the leftovers. The fit hotties at the firm all care about their looks. To lard out is like a death-sentence here, where the poor unfortunate few who failed to keep their bingeing under control became the butts--the rather wide, juicy, jiggly butts--of every fat shaming, humiliating joke.

Knowing this, the intern does his best, trying to keep up with his workouts, saving up so he can let out his clothes if the time comes, trying to eat right to stave off the inevitable. It's little use of course. The employees, all tall and muscular, and handsome, all fit, smile at him, snickering every once in a while as they leave the table, as they watch him blush, the softening jaw of his handsome, chiseled face dropping when he sees the boxes and boxes that have been left. Donuts, Danishes, breakfast pastries, bagels. Boxes of pizza and sandwiches and subs. All mostly-ignored by the employees. All his responsibility to get rid of.

If he only had just a BIT more self-control, the leftovers would find their way into the garbage crates at the side of his apartment. But he doesn't and by the time he arrives, he's always packed at least a few donuts fatter, several pizzas plumper. Thickened by sandwich after sandwich, which seems to appear in his chubbing hand as he drives. The seatbelt grows snugger and so does his regular belt. He's begun to notice the side eye from the employees, the smirking, sideways glances as his belly threatens to puff out over his waistband, as his ass threatens to blow his pants wide open.

Still, he can't seem to stop stuffing himself, to stop his constant eating. And the firm makes it no less difficult. After all, it seems every intern fell to the same unfortunate fate as he, in the years before. And at least he's being fed. If they don't pay him properly, at least they make sure he doesn't starve. Though from the undeniable tubbiness of his body, the rubbing of his thighs, and the slight, but unmistakable jiggling of his belly and his love handles and his thighs, starvation is a far cry from what will no doubt happen to him as he finishes out his internship…

[helixobesity]

What aspects of care or pampering do you enjoy for a feedee, especially as they become bigger?

Belly rubs are not only incredible but necessary to me for care and making sure a feedee feels taken care of and doted on

Words of encouragement in their day to day lives, just telling them they look fatter, bigger, rounder, and more beautiful than ever before as they keep growing day by day, making sure their gluttony and extreme excess is celebrated

Making sure a plan is in place too for their even shrinking mobility, reinforcing furniture, beds, and just in general widening spaces around the house

My love of baking is only going to be a menace on a poor feedee’s waistline, assuming they love cookies cause I can certainly bake a variety ;)

I’m sure there’s plenty more but at the moment those are what come to mind!!

Thank you for the ask!

🌀💿🌀💿🌀💿🌀

[fullbeardandfurrygut]

NOTE: What follows contains some graphic themes and references to gay sex, feederism, dominance and submissiveness, exhibitionism, and nipple torture. A friend inspired me by suggesting a fattening weekend filled with sex for us. This is a fantasy about what comes after.

I Can't Get Enough: A Short Muscle Chub Erotica

It was the hottest weekend I'd ever experienced, but I still wanted more. And I knew, so did you. I stuffed you full of fattening food and shakes and fucked you like the good, growing muscle chub you are. So many times. So many, we lost count in the rounds of food and sex. It was like we always talked about—fantasized about—but even better. I couldn't get enough of how thick with muscle, round with chub, and covered in hair you were getting. You couldn't get enough. We couldn't get enough. And now...

I want to see the extra pounds you gain and the pumped up mass of your belly from all the residual stuffings as you saunter into the gym, your shirt riding up your furry gut and your pants button holding on for dear life.

I want to see the faces of people as they realize you're substantially bigger than you were before the weekend.

I want to see your rounded ass swagger into the locker room, the fabric clinging tight to your cheeks and threatening to rip at the seams.

I want to watch every guy in the locker room stare as your gut flops out of your skin tight shirt, your hairy mass on full display.

I want to watch you struggle to get your pants unbuttoned, the realization dawning on you as a whole group of sexy men watch, that not only are you fatter than you expected, but the only way to get them undone is to do what your greedy, muscle chub gut does best: expand.

I want to watch your gut fill the space as you push it out, making a heroic attempt to pop the button right off.

I want to see the looks on the other guys' faces when it happens, their dicks perking up at the notion that this sexy hunk of man is only going to get bigger.

I want to see you wriggle out of your destroyed pants, vowing that you'll sew the button back on with an extra inch to give yourself some time to buy a new pair.

I want to see your dick throbbing in your underwear, leaking precum as you realize you have the attention of every lascivious eye in there—including mine—and know exactly why every other guy is shifting a raging boner in their pants.

I want to grab your dick through your underwear and torture your nipples as we make out in front of them.

I want to hear every gasp and moan as you remember every second of me feeding and fucking you over the weekend, your gut growing larger, your capacity increasing, and your skin feeling tighter over the mass of fat accumulating in front of you.

I want them to know every kinky thing I did to you and how much you liked it, just by watching us in this moment.

I want them to see how much you want to be as huge and heavy as me, because none of them are nearly as fat and heavy and committed to your growth as I am.

I want you to cum buckets as you realize that you'll never be this small again, that every day is a journey of expansion, watching your hairy gut get rounder, heavier, and more solid.

I want to see the surprise on your face as I put a funnel in your mouth and force you to chug gainer shake right then and there, with the other hot beefy men contributing plenty of mass gainer and protein shakes to your expanding waistline.

I want to see you laying down like a beached whale when it's all over, your cock stiff and waiting to be worked again, and knowing that this kind of feeding gets you off like nothing else—you'll crave it and stuff yourself again once you're home, finding that a stuffed gut and the knowledge that you're expanding rapidly makes you cum without even touching yourself.

And just when you think you're full, I'll give a good gut massage in bed and wait until the pressure subsides... And then feed you until you cum again. Only once you've been a good muscle chub and finished all your calories will I give you a hot fuck and lay my fattening seed inside you. You'll leak like an overstuffed cream donut when I'm done, and you'll realize that you could go for a quick dozen of those. Maybe even two.

The weekend of sex and fattening might have seemed to end too quickly, but growth is something you'll never struggle with again. In fact, you might wonder if you'll ever get too fat, but you'll shake off that notion as you line up for a buffet... since there's no other place in the world that can handle your appetite or your growth quite the same way. Getting hard at the table will be a regular thing for you, but I doubt you'll mind.

Don't you worry, handsome man. This sex-filled weekend was the first, but it certainly won't be the last.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Asr-iel c-ving As-gore for a viral v-oreday trend? I think As-gore being only so hip with it recognizes what day it is and is happy to hunt or wrestle his son, but as he's sliding down theres a before selfie, and the after will be posed with the post digestion skull trophy to social media

Oh, that’s great! Ignore that this is late, pretend I did it on time.

It's late at night while A.sriel scrolls through his own social media profile. He's made several new posts today, and they've been getting a lot of attention. It's making him blush a bit thinking about it, but it feels good. It's not like he'll ever be forgetting today.

The first post was late morning, showing him and A.sgore together for a selfie. He's not sure how, but his dad had heard about 'Vore Day', this silly Internet thing that was going on. And as usual, when he hears about something like this, he wants to participate with A.sriel to seem 'cool' and 'in touch'. It's always so hard to convince his dad otherwise.

The next post is around noon. Another before selfie, with A.sriel in his dad's bed and naked. His drooling cock is engulfing A.sgore's feet. The younger goat can still remember how it felt when he got his dad in his cock. It was...so goddamn awkward, but it felt amazing.

The next post makes A.sriel get flustered all over again. It's the last before selfie. He's holding onto one of A.sgore's horns, his cock large and thick with his dad's upperbody bulging it out. His balls are looking the same, thick legs stretching them out into his lap. A.sriel had barely been able to get that photo in, his pleasure insane and his grip on his dad losing to his gulping member.

The next several posts are consecutive over a few hours, all of the same thing: A.sriel's nuts, large and bulging out. The first one is clearly defined, able to make out nearly every detail of his father. Even down to that goofy smile he always had. And then each post after is progress. His nuts getting smaller, rounder, losing their definition.

The next post is a blurry one. A.sriel had tried his best to get a photo of the release, but he dropped his phone. But he can still remember it in his head. His cock was firing off like a gyser, thick ropes splattering everywhere. Coating the bed, the floor, the walls...and A.sgore's bones were scattered around and stuck to almost everything.

The last post, just a few hours ago. Another selfie of A.sriel, face red and exhausted. He's holding up a goat skull in one hand by the right horn, since the left was broken. It's still slick in goat cum. And of course, the tag: #VoreDayDadDinner.

Dumb trend, honestly. A.sriel isn't even sure what started it, but this year, the popular thing to do was for sons to be devouring their fathers. A.sgore had been supportive of the idea, as he always is, and now he's dead. Over an Internet trend.

A.sriel sighs and lowers his phone. He's still in his dad's bed, his cum half dried to every surface. His legs were still a bit numb. He'll have to get up tomorrow. He looks down at his dad's skull, resting like a cup over his junk. His cock and balls had gotten a lot fatter off a meal like this, but the goat skull just barely encased them.

A.sriel can feel his cock twitch, brushing against the top of the skull. He smiles sleepily and reaches over to pat the top of the skull. "...happy vore day, Dad. Love you." He sets his phone aside and lays back with a sigh. Dumb trend...but worth it.

[feederheart]

Ruined.

CW: feederism, humiliation, slobbery, weight gain

What have you done to her? She’s an absolutely colossal fat pig!

Dr. Marlene was supposed to be headed for big things. She was the smartest and sharpest woman anyone had ever met and one of the brightest statesmen in the entire country! She graduated top of the class at an Ivy League school! She was the Liberty Party’s woman in waiting to run for president eventually! Calls for her leadership were heard all throughout the country from rich to poor, progressive to conservative, the left, the right, AND the center! She had the highest approval rating out of anyone in the Senate!

Then two years ago, she retired suddenly. Why, the world asked. Why did the greatest hope for our country depart when we needed her the most?

At first, everyone thought it was health-related. She was always on the skinnier side until after she had been elected to the senate but shortly after getting elected, she started to pack on the pounds. Her trademark wide, confident, high-cheekboned smile began to disappear behind a fatter, more rounded face. Her legs, once the toned legs of a volleyball player and proudly displayed in her tight pencil skirts, grew fatter, rounder, and flabbier. Her arms matched her leg’s flabbiness; the sleeveless blouses that once showed off her equally toned arms now only displayed her bingo wings that shook and jiggled as she moved her arms. Her ass and belly also grew fatter; at first, it was subtle but over time, the tightness of her clothes was undeniable and she kept growing long after questions were being raised. She looked to be in the low 200’s the last time she made a press conference; the day she that “retired” and announced that she would not be running for president.

Everyone suspected something was going on behind the scenes that caused her weight gain and her resignation from politics, was it you? She met you shortly before she started gaining all of that weight, didn’t she? She was still the bright, ambitious woman headed for greatness that everyone knew until she met you. Nobody seems to know what it was about you that caused her to throw herself into your arms the way she did, perhaps your smile, the way you make her laugh, or maybe your dick is just made of chocolate. However, as the weight continued to climb on, it became apparent why; she was absolutely enamored by your cooking and how you spoiled her. Retirement meant that her weight would climb even faster, going from chubby to fat to supersized in only two years, so fat that every time she went out into public, nobody ever recognized her despite how popular she was recently. Her chubby face is now rounder than ever, her belly is now so massive that it hangs over her upper thighs and swings when she walks, her thighs are so thick and heavy that she is now forced to waddle, her arms look like pillows were shoved inside of her triceps, and her breasts were both as large as her head. She traded her sleeveless blouses and pencil skirts for large, flowy sundresses that did little to hide her massive curves and instead showed off every roll on her belly and back. Then there’s the collar, oh God, the collar. She wears that thing everywhere regardless of whether or not you are accompanying her; it even has a little pink heart-shaped dog tag with your name on it. She even changed her hair, choosing to dye her long, silken locks pink and let them out of their ponytail.

But the biggest change seems to be Dr. Marlene’s attitude; I had never seen her more bubbly and happy. She seemed to love her new lifestyle of mindlessly munching away on every dish you cook for her, only speaking to request you cook something else for her. Of course, you always deliver so that her pretty little mind doesn’t have to worry about anything. She is content with sitting her gargantuan ass on the couch getting flabbier, lazier, and heavier, never having to do anything herself. And is that a funnel I see? Next to those empty ice cream cartons? Have you been funnel feeding her milkshakes? Good God, what has she turned herself into? She was supposed to be the leader of our nation and now she’s a fat, hedonistic, spoiled pig. You’ve ruined her!

[sterekchub]

Just like idea of Stiles taking Derek to a carnival/circus where Derek get’s volunteered by the mysterious ringmaster for a role of the show. Derek initially reluctant but figures it would be harmless as Stiles cheers him on. What neither knew was that the ringmaster had magical abilities. They only learnt this when with a snap, Derek suddenly swelled out into a gigantic mega chub. Hair covering his blubbering body as even seated he was more than twice as tall as he was before.

Derek as the human blob: the sideshow performance who is filling the tent and taking the show!

Draws it out dramatically like any good showman would.

Snap! Derek is suddenly more muscular than ever, biceps and leg muscles so thick that his shirt and pants are shredded. Looks like an absolutely hulk of a man, standing in front of everyone with his perfectly waxed chest and unmarred skin.

Ringmaster tells him to “flex for the crowd, give them a show!” And Derek can’t help but show off a little bit.

Snap! Derek suddenly has a roid belly, that keeps widening and softening until he’s left with the potbelly of a man who’s been ending his day with a 6 pack of beer and a greasy burger.

Snap! Suddenly Derek is getting fatter again, this time his chest sagging with the extra weight. Ass gets rounder, belly and thighs thicker. Hair starts growing in, dark and coarse across his chest and belly, a thick line of hair leading from his belly to his dick (that’s hard and poking the underside of his gut). Beard starts growing in and covering the double chin he just formed.

Snap! Derek’s belly is hanging down even lower, dick now buried in his fat pad. His muscles are buried under inches of blubber. Ring Master laughs and demands again “give us a turn, Derek! Show off for the crowd!” And he sort of wobbles in a circle- giving everyone a few of his now hairy ass, double the size it had been before.

Snap! Derek suddenly is 9 feet tall and the weight on him suddenly brings him back to just that dad bod look and he’s brushing the top of the trapeze and staring down at everyone. He should be worried but instead he just feels the rush of power of being an absolute giant next to everyone else.

Snap! Suddenly the circus tent goes dark and a spot light is pointed at Derek’s head, where acrobats are currently shoving a tube into his mouth. “Here’s the real show, folks!” The ringmaster shouts. “Derek here is the amazing expanding man!”

Stiles is transfixed watching Derek as he starts chugging. The end of the tube vanishes outside the tent but Derek seems to be enjoying it, because he can’t stop. Keeps guzzling and guzzling and soon his hairy belly is bloating back out.

“That’s straight lard, and a few of my own special ingredients. Derek here is greedy for it….going ton 100 pounds a minute with his pace!”

Sure enough, 10 minutes in and even the extra 4 feet can’t save him, Derek is starting to balloon. Legs forced apart by thighs that keep thickening, belly hanging lower and lower to the ground, add starting to get dangerously wide, enough to take out several benches if Derek was going to sit.

Stiles starts joining the rest of the crowd in their cheers of “chug, chug, chug!”’ It’s not enough. Even when Derek finally looks full, takes the tube out his mouth with a massive gasp for air….he only takes a few seconds to let out a mighty belch before he shoves the tube back in his mouth.

Eventually- either all the lard sloshing around in his stretched out stomach or the sheer weight of his blubbery body- Derek sits in the middle of the circus ring. The shockwave of the half ton, 9 foot man sends vibrations through the entire crowd.

Stiles doesn’t want the show to end. Keeps watching, for hours or days, he has no idea, just desperate to see Derek get bigger….

It finally end when Derek’s blubber starts to outgrow the ring. His legs completely obscured by the rolls of fat from his stomach, arms uselessly resting on the stacks of his fat rolls. His butt cheeks both take up so much space, they could easily seat a few dozen people on top.

His face is barely visible, fat cheeks squishing his lips into a permanent pout, too fat to even speak beyond grunts and burps that come rippling out. His beard and hair the only things that make his fleshy face stand out from his many chins and moobs being pushed upwards…..

It’s the best performance anyone has seen. And the next performance is going to be Stiles’….might be a risk but he’s going exploring ;)

[chubby-mychem]

Your turn

Stoner frank × Gerard

cw: feedism, fat shaming, slight drug use(weed)

"Naww, now would you look at that, look who's got a lil belly" Gerard said, giving franks aforementioned tummy a pat. Frank glared at him "shut up you've been fatter", but for some reason beside pissed, that remark and pat made sth in him tingle. "yeah, but you haven't" Gerard grinned, and Frank didn't understand how that insult even worked but it did. Why was it embarrassing to now be the chubby one and more importantly, why was that embarrassment turning him on?

Frank was standing in front of the mirror, at first he mustered his red eyes and giggled a lil, damn he looked baked. Mhh.. baked-something, sounded good about right now. But then he remembered Gerards remark earlier. And he let his gaze wander. Yeah okay his face looked a bit softer, but it's not like he ever had a jawline or cheekbones like Mikey anyways.

[His chest tho, damn was he getting tits?? Fuck no. ] He quickly looked at his belly instead, definitely rounder and when he turned to the side he noticed his lower belly hanging over the waistband a little, but like it wasn't that bad. Sure it was softer but like he could easily work that off, if he wanted. But right now he didn't, he wanted something greasy and maybe something sweet. Oh and definitely another bong hit.

Gerard came back to the bus to find Frank sprawled out on the couch, a chocolate bar melting on the white shirt that stretched tight over his tummy, the doves visible. Gerard felt bad for a quick second before getting his phone out and snapping a pic, Frank just looked so delicious like that. He contemplated waking him just to tease him but he decided against it, let the boy rest. Besides, Gerard wanted Frank to continue indulging his munchies and he was slightly scared if he teased him to much he would stop. Although so far making frank aware of his weight gain seemed to do nothing to decrease his appetite.

[drewcent]

Hi, new to the gaining community here and I love everything you post! What are some of your favorite accounts that you follow?

Tbh the list of people that have inspired me to gain over the years is so long that I wouldn't even be able to write it down. There are so many amazing feeders and feedees in this community. You can find a lot of them in the form of content creators which allows them to grow bigger than ever before. There's something special about sharing your progress with the rest of the community and having others notice how much rounder and filled out you're looking. At the same time watching someone's progress through the months or years, starting out small or big and ending up even fatter or accomplishing massive stuffings is an incredible source of inspiration itself. That's why I admire everyone indulging in this lifestyle, they just make it look so attractive imo

[eggluttony]

You know we never really discussed modern and zobotnik interacting as of current

When modern Eggman sees Zobotnik for the first time since his huge transformation, he's immediately lovestruck and his jaw drops. He saw his old photo before he let himself go but never expected he'd not only lose weight but also manage to look like that again or better. Now he's the exact body type of men he's secretly always loved and fantasized about but never thought he'd be lucky to meet, it's a dream come true and his heart races. He was hot before but he's not sure if he's ever been so attracted!

It's impossible not to stare at him with the teasingly tight tank top and shorts he's definitely wearing on purpose as he's finally happy enough to show off his body, no shapewear and excessive coverage needed anymore. Modern's glasses hide the way his eyes run over the perfect definition of his body, tight shirt clinging to firm abs, big biceps he can't stop flexing as he brags about how great he looks, visible bulge in his tight shorts, and firm and tight butt improved after all the exercises.

And oops, modern's mind quickly goes to dirty places with a twitching semi in his bodysuit. Zobotnik shares what he's been up to and details the process and it makes modern imagine how he must be eating and working out and how his confidence and pride grew as his muscles did. And finding out he and Boom Egg discovered feelings for each other and have been appreciating each other's new bodies intimately too gets him even more excited. He wants to see but just picturing it has him throbbing with desire.

He loves how he carries himself with his strong confident stance and stride now, he's finally as egotistical as him because he's comfortable and happy with his body again. It seems it's getting to his head already as he's so cocky and shows off and basks in the praise. Modern likes how in love with himself he is and wonders what he thinks about fatties like himself now. He gets an idea from the way he looks at his fattened up body up and down, seemingly judgmentally and it gives him a rush.

Zobotnik decides he wants to tease him the way he did to him when he was fat because he'd take it too far and strike a nerve. It's like a playful revenge and he has ways to make him pay, especially now he's turned it around and feels confident and sexy, while modern has only become even more of a fatass. ;) He's sure to point out how he's gotten much bigger since he last saw him and asks what happened to needing to lose weight because of his set limit of 300 lbs.

Modern has to admit he let himself go a little thanks to Boom Egg's cooking, which isn't hard to tell but Zobotnik knows it isn't all. He puts the blame on Boom but his habits are out of control, he stuffs himself beyond excessive overfeeding from him and he's been lazy during his long break. He's so caught up in the pleasure that he's growing fatter and heavier non-stop, faster than realizes and he's in denial about how much and keeps trying excuses.

Zobotnik rubs and pats modern's belly and can't believe how fat he's gotten while he was away. Modern tells him to be gentle because he ate a big delicious meal as Boom Egg made his belly was stuffed when they met again to show he's kept well overfed. Modern lacking restraint devoured it like it was nothing, when he used to consider it too much. Boom Egg already gave him a plate of big cookies to keep him full until his next meal.

Zobotnik is appalled by his very greedy routine and judges hard. He sees him keep eating even when he's groaning from how full he is after but there's much more to come. He forces it all in just like Boom Egg told him and keeps his belly full all day as it gets bigger, rounder, and fuller. His biggest meals are like huge feasts that have him close to a food coma every time. But he's so addicted to the routine, he just can't stop and he always wants more.

He's out of control like a fat greedy lazy slob who can't stop gaining weight, he's only been encouraged and enabled and if they keep it up he's going to get massive! Zobotnik decides he deserves to tease him, especially after how he was treated before his own transformation. He starts by calling him names relating to his fat more than his name and comments on how fat and greedy he's getting every time he eats to keep him aware.

It takes modern by surprise how bold he is with commenting on his weight gain and eating habits and he blushes hard. Especially if he does it after he ate way too much because it's harder to be in denial when his belly is so stuffed he can't move and Zobotnik smirks because he finds it adorably pathetic and wants to tease him. He loves it when modern blushes and whines at his reaction but still can't stop eating despite how full he looks and feels.

Zobotnik plays it up even more and says "You motivated me to finally make a change because I didn't want to be a huge greedy fatass like you." Modern gets defensive like "Hey there's nothing wrong with me being fat >:(" but realizes Zobotnik finds him hot, he just doesn't want to be him and is into teasing him for how much of a greedy fatass he is. It's fun to "bully" him as payback for how he used to tease him before.

He's very dominant when making him eat, more likely to force feed than other Eggs. He holds him down and shoves it in his mouth so his fat cheeks are full, then teases and laughs as he's forced to chew and stomach it all. He won't let him stop even when he moans about how full and achy he is. Zobotnik pokes fun at how much he enjoys stuffing his face despite how big his soft doughy body has fattened up.

It gets intense and he can't believe how huge his belly looks and how stuffed and heavy it is and groans and burps uncontrollably and begs for tummy rubs. Zobotnik likes to deny until he's desperate and he finally does while saying "You really are a fatass to need help rubbing this fat gut" and squeezes too hard to make him belch so he can say it's gross and appalling that he's so fat and stuffed and greedy.

Modern gets flustered and offended but also turned on and loves how good the confliction feels. Zobotnik likes how he can make modern feel guilty because he's sadistic. He deserves it because he made him feel the same when he was fat. He says "who's the fatass now?" He likes making the big loud confident man go quiet and pout and blush and it's cute and funny to him when he gets a little angry/grumpy.

Zobotnik is amused by his ridiculous excuses for his gain and grabs his fat and say "we both know that's a lie, just look at yourself". He feeds him until he's a dazed groaning mess with a huge stuffed full belly close to bursting so he can tease and he can't complain or deny it as he pats and rubs his fat packed full bell. He says he eats way more than he did when he was fat so it's no wonder he got so much fatter!

He says things like "What will everyone think when you finally show up again fatter and heavier and waddling and jiggling? What will Sonic and the others say when you look like your fat obese body is about to burst out your clothes and you're squeezed into your Egg Mobile?" and modern can't stop blushing and looks worried. He reads his mind by saying "bet you feel like a big fat obese slob right now, don't you? isn't it embarrassing?"

Zobotnik enjoys pinning modern to the wall and can lift him off his feet which gets him flustered and lovestruck. He'll kiss his body and muscles and feel them all over and tell him how sexy he is, especially when he flexes and he gets to feel their hardness and strength which gives him a rush of excitement. He kisses his abs and biceps and tight flat stomach so lovingly and he can't get enough of him.

Zobotnik is surprised by how passionate and submissive he is, he gets him so weak. When he shows off in public or with other people around, modern tries to be like "pfft get a load of this guy who thinks he's great" while trying to hide his boner because he's supposed to be the one getting all th attention lol. But in private he can't hide how hot he finds it for him to be so cocky.

When modern sees Zobotnik posing and flexing in the mirror he'll come up behind him to feel up his muscles and kiss his neck from behind. Zobotnik feels his big soft fat belly and hard cock pressing into his back and says "look at how excited I make you, you really love my muscles don't you?" and makes him acknowledge his fat self swooning over his gorgeous muscly bod in the mirror.

He says "this is what you've always dreamed off isn't it? when you read those magazines and saw guys like me on TV you dreamed of having them. swooning over them as a chubby boy that became a big fat man who's love and for them never ended as he has statues dedicated to them too. you dreamed of having a man like me in your arms for so long, you're lucky one is giving a fatty like you the opportunity."

He loves how fascinated modern still is today as he stares and feels his body up, love in his eyes like he's put a spell on him as he trembles and drools with excitement. He's not sure if he's ever looked at him with so much lust, he's never been throbbing for him with such intense desire before. Zobotnik is so proud of the effect he has on him and it just boosts his ego even more.

He sits between his legs and loves how modern stares and blushes. He grabs his face and pushes it into his abs and he starts kissing and licking them, humming in delight. he gets so hard he can't function as he kisses him deeply and passionately with open mouthed kisses while he grabs and shakes his belly while he feels his muscles like it's a deep primal desire and urge.

So yeah, they're deeply in love with each other's new improved bodies of drastic opposites of a big strong buff stud muffin with his big lazy greedy fatty, they're a perfect pair. Zobotnik has tons of fun teasing and feeding modern, while the latter loves appreciating and worshipping Zobotnik's 🥰

I have some fun scenarios that I've been imagining them in for some of the fun things they get up to together in their new bodies but I'm going to save them for some future posts so they can be explored to their fullest detail! But here's the first post to help set up for that 💜

[fatopiaplus]

Tabitha Louise Murphy

Tabby cat, Tabby cat, watch her grow so round and fat

See her eat so much more until her belly meets the floor

Watch her rump grow rounder yet, how much fatter can she get?

"When my own goal weight I top, only then shall Tabby stop."

Heyo! How ya doing? My name is Tabitha Louise Murphy. Now, this is a page for fat women, right? Okay. I've seen a lot of nice gals here get fatter over the course of their lives, but for me it's different. I've always been fat. Yep. That's right. I've always been fat. I started getting fat when I was about five and kept going. I'd wear different costumes and go to different neighborhoods on Halloween. I couldn't wait to eat. Mom and Dad, both ample themselves, didn't pay it too much mind. My goal was to get myself up to 600 pounds by graduation. Here I am at age 10. I'm about 120 pounds, nearly twice what I should have weighed. 🙂

By age 12, I've put on about 4 inches and about 80 more pounds. Funny thing is that nobody teased me. I guess I'm just so casual about it that nobody seems to mind, and I joke about it myself, so that makes me less distant. I really did look forward to growing rounder. I mean, I'd eat from the moment I got up to the minute I brushed my teeth before bed. I didn't just eat bad things either. I knew I was gonna get real fat so I wanted to be healthy too, so I'd sit down and eat ten apples smothered in peanut butter. Caramel apples were good too. I just concentrated on good, but high-calorie items and supplimented my healthy diet with candy, candy and more candy.

Now, between age 12 and 15, I've really gone to town and I'm up to three hundred and thirty-seven pounds. I wear things that are nice and tight, showing off every bulge and roll. I don't go bare midriff, but I do like people to see how proud I am of my increasing size. Guys are starting to take notice of me and don't tease me. Rather, they ask if they can buy me food and feed me. Hey, I've got no problem with that! The guys get a kick out of it, and I get fatter. It's a win-win situation. These guys are so good in fact, that by the time I'm finishing my junior year ....

... I'm up to 480 pounds. Now I've got to gain 120 pounds by graduation. I hope I can do it. The guys are dolls. They all pay me to feed me. It's funny, really. Each guy has one week. They try to get me to gain so much in that time. Whoever gets me to gain the most in one week is my "king." Tony Arregio is the top winner so far. He helped me gain 15 pounds in a week. I'd like to see him top that record. C'mon guys! I've got to gain 120 pounds in only 7 months!! Hurry!

Hey hey! I've graduated at 610 pounds. Those guys really did it, and my boyfriend Andrew is the one who really helped me out here. He's a master of cajoling me into stuffing myself to the gills, if I had gills, that is. 😉 I'm quite happy being this size. I know I waddle a little and there's things I simply can't do, but fatness to me is more important than roller coasters, bumper cars and string bikinis. I have grown into the woman I've always wanted to be. I'm not actively gaining now. I'm happy, content, pleased with my body. Now, if something happens and I gain or lose weight, I'm not going to worry about it. I'm going to college to study Fashion Marketing. I'm planning on opening a shop that offers fashions that look good on a 120 lb woman or a 1200 lb woman. Oh, and guys and kids too. See ya there!

Sorry that it's been a while since my last photograph, but a lot has happened in the past three years. The main thing is that I've managed to pack on over three hundred pounds and I'm so fat now I can barely waddle, 933 pounds. I'm addicted to food and my body went into withdrawl when I tried to give up eating so much cold turkey. It went into starvation mode and now I'm fatter than ever. I'm eating enough now to maintain, but I have a feeling that I'm going to get fatter yet. I don't mind but for the fact that it's a pain trying to get socks that fit. =) ))

[fattest-disney-characters]

Lard inflated on Amelia’s entirely body x10000 and on Emma x1000

Ever since she regained part of her humanity thanks to the Old Blood, getting pregnant and after giving to a beautiful baby girl that she named Emma, Amelia started gaining weight, week by week 10lbs would be add to her entire body but this somehow this didn't frighten her no, different from that she felt a massive desire to gain weight started increasing in her mind and whole body. She would breastfeed Emma, making sure her daughter would gain enough to grow bigger and taller. After two years the weight gain of Amelia reached the mark of 100lbs but didn't stop increasing as she suddenly felt the taste of lard being fed to her, her mouth was wide open, teeth covered by the lard as Amelia was drooling some of the lard that was feeding her by magic, her belly started growing bigger and bigger, softer, rounder, fatter, her body started expanding with lard as fat rolls started covering it at a rapid speed as her weight increased to 400lbs, her slim neck was getting fatter and wider and meatier as fat rolls made her neck heavier, her arms was getting fatter and meatier as looks like big meaty hams. Amelia looked at what was once her hands and she could feel her hands get very fat and meaty with her fingers looking like big fat sausage as more fat apoears in her whole body, her legs and paws and toes were getting fatter and meatier and wider and heavier, forcing Amelia to lay on top of her heavy double belly that was getting wider and wider same with her body as her weight was reaching 1000lbs. Amelia was moaning of pleasure as getting fatter and expanding with lard was causing her hormones to go wild and once she finally reached 10000lbs, that was 6 years later she had fully fill the Great Cathedral with her big blobby immobile jiggly body.

While the little girl, the star of Yharnam and the little princess of Amelia was curious by the amount of weight and how much she grew that the daughter didn't noticed her mouth opening wide as lard fill her mouth before forcing her to swallow the lard. Emma simply sitted on the floor close to her mom as she kept swallowing the lard and weight was increasing and increasing 50lbs per month, her whole body was jiggling as grew fatter bigger and meatier with fat rolls expanding and covering her back, arms and legs. At the 4 month Emma weights 200lbs, her whole body jiggled and wobbled but she didn’t stop as at 10 month she was weighting 600lbs, her whole butterball of a body was gaining weight fast as she was naked. At the 16 month she was weighting 800lbs and looked like a mini Amelia, all fat and jiggly and once she reached the mark 1000lbs, both mother and daughter were hugs,seeaty, skelly that keep eating lard

[dudemanauthor]

Coco Adel and the Venus of Chult

Author's Note: Part 3 of the writing challenge I mentioned in the previous post.

Fun fact: I stolre the names 'Mezro' and 'Chult' from D&D, specifically the Forgotten Realms setting.

For all the trouble Coco had getting here, the Temple of Mezro really wasn’t that hard to explore once she found this particular needle in the haystack that was the jungle that surrounded it. The layout was fairly straightforward, and calling that one hidden door ‘hidden’ was probably giving it too much credit, unless Coco really was as amazing a treasure hunter as she acted. Inside the hidden room, Coco peered at her prize over her sunglasses. In front of her was what the history books called ‘the Venus of Chult’, a mysterious artifact that allegedly had magical properties that could cause growth. If nothing else, the people who put it here certainly seemed to think that, judging by the faded artwork of obese men and women on the walls of this chamber. Coco had doubts that this artifact was trapped, but she was still being very cautious. At least some of the sweat dampening her tan tank top was from nervousness, but more of it was from the heat, making her want to grab this thing and get back to the tent outside. She wiped her hands off on her dark brown pants, before moving her hands slowly towards the artifact. Then, in one quick movement, she swiped it. She paused a moment. No pit opened up, no spikes or darts shot out from the wall, no boulder coming to crush her, everything seemed fine.

Coco took a moment to examine the artifact in more detail. It certainly seemed to match the descriptions given. It was carved out of pure obsidian into the shape of a very large nude woman. No one part stood out in particular, every part of this carved woman was roughly equally bulky, the figure’s bulkiness likely contributing to the heft of it, as it was not a small figure even ignoring the subject’s weight. Coco thought about what it would have been to meet the carved subject, and would have thought about it more if she hadn’t heard a very unnatural sound. Coco looked around for the source, and didn’t realise what the cause was until she looked down. The immediate thing she noticed was her belly, now fully exposed, rather than just her midriff, as it had grown fatter and rounder seemingly while she was standing here, and it was growing before her eyes. That was when the feeling of tightness from all of her clothes hit her suddenly. She had to get out of here quickly. Turning, she moved out of the secret chamber as quickly as her larger, slower body would carry her. It was no crumbling ruins or anything like that, but the risk of being too large to leave the temple really got Coco moving. She made it up one floor when the clasp of her bra gave out, and only one more when her clothes began to tear. Her run was starting to turn into a very quick waddle, and the sudden size increase made her movements awkward, but before disaster could strike, Coco burst through the temple’s entrance and made her way down the dozens of steps towards the tent.

Inside the tent, Velvet paced nervously. She never liked Coco going off on her own, but Coco was right, her sore shoulder did need the rest. Velvet felt her heart begin to race as her bunny ears’ incredible hearing picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the tent from the temple. They didn’t sound quite like Coco’s, but Velvet was sure it was her girlfriend returning. She raced to the tent flap and almost didn’t believe what she saw. Coco was positively round at this point, most of her massive body tearing through her clothes, exposing her pale flesh. Her gargantuan belly made up most of her size, but her breasts and behind were still far larger than most that Velvet had ever seen. Velvet almost completely missed the idol in Coco’s hand, her eyes were so transfixed on her girlfriend being so massive. Velvet was trembling at the awe-inspiring sight as Coco came to a stop in front of her.

“I got it!” Coco cheered. “Turns out this thing is magic, or something.”

“L-large. You’re so large,” Velvet stuttered. Coco let out a smug chuckle.

“Like what you see, Velv?” Coco teased, putting her arms above her head and shaking her pendulous belly. The fat mass wobbled like jelly, almost hypnotising Velvet. Then, suddenly, the sound of tearing distracted her as Coco’s pants finally gave out on her, falling to the ground in a tattered heap with her panties joining immediately after. Coco then put her arms behind her and stretched, making her bountiful bosom tear through what remained of her tank top. Her massive mammaries spilled out of the ruins of Coco’s top, before Coco tore what little kept the garment on, tossing it on top of her torn pants. Coco sashayed right up to Velvet, her belly against Velvet’s toned body. Velvet had gone bright red and her heart was pounding with arousal and excitement. “Velv, babe, hold this for me, would you?” Coco said, more ordering than asking as she put the idol into Velvet’s hands, before stepping back to admire the view.

Velvet’s jean shorts only lasted a minute as her ballooning rear destroyed them. Her black tank top only lasted another minute longer because of all the weight going to her rear. Soon enough, she was standing, completely nude and horny out of her mind in front of an equally nude and equally horny Coco. It was a good thing the couple were out in the jungle in the middle of nowhere, as the rest of that day was very, very noisy.