#female wg

[clearlyonhere]

My belly after 6k calories yesterday! Look at how bloated and round my belly is! I look huge! If I keep stuffing myself how big will I be by next year?? I can blame all my weight gain on the holidays next year when people start noticing how chubby I’m getting.

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Blobby

I love when a woman has big blubbery thighs…solid, squishy barrels of lard. I love when those massive slabs of meat balloon out over her knees a bit too, and she has immense, powerful calves. Something to hold up her hefty, hanging, blobby gut. Her overfilled, overinflated, ballooned out sagging sack of a belly. Right in the middle is a gaping, deepening hole that almost beckons like a pouting, open mouth.

Then there is her sides; thickly layered, soft and pillowy rolls sitting on malleable, bouncy, jiggly hips. All this is rounded out by big, fucking fat, wobbly ass cheeks larger than anything else on her little overfed frame. A gigantic backside that squishes, crushes, bounces, and claps as she moves about her day, or as I try to use its immense meaty rounds. Ass cheeks that are so overinflated with fat that they ripple and push her around as I smack them, and crush the weak legs of our furniture. Her back too is totally layered in soft excess, and from the side you can see her deep, plunging cleavages of overhang, hip, and ballooned out roll.

She has a rounded out face with a soft double chin that covers her pretty throat, and flabby, saggy, hanging, flapping arms. Real meaty sacks of lard that droop over her elbows. Then her simply decadently thick forearms end in a fat, chubby wrist that has little soft hands perfect for lifting food to her mouth.

her figure is indulgent. So overladen in heavy, soft blubber. I love these ones.

the good ones. the overfed ones. the blob ones.

I love the blobby ones.

[certifiedfeedee]

Had some afternoon cream and I’m so glad I did cause it was so yummy. I miss being this filled to the brim constantly with excessive amounts of cream in my belly 😫

[bellyburstinbabe]

[clearlyonhere]

I was talking to one of my neighbors today when she reached up and patted my belly and told me she was liking the chunkier look on me! Then she said maybe not chunky maybe chubby is better. And I was a little embarrassed but it also excited me so much when I had a chance I funneled 2 sodas. The black and blue is what I was wearing when she said that. The dress is after my celebration! Someone finally noticed! I’m so big I look pregnant! How far along do I look??

lease enjoy the funnel video at the end!

[hydnellumpecky]

rectifying the fact that i haven't drawn chubby valentine yet. her fat(e) is in your hands!

[certifiedfeedee]

I’m seeing little stretchies coming back in 🤗

[wonderingsoftly]

i sat down to doodle and this is what came out...a little ode to bellies and breasts ;o; so versatile. so lovely.

[bellyburstinbabe]

Of all the places to get stretch marks I am not happy I got them on my fat arms 😫

[clearlyonhere]

I’ve been putting on a lot of weight recently and it’s getting obvious so I think I should go back to the gym. I have noticed I’m blowing up like a balloon with all of the fat piling its way onto my body. I don’t even recognize my body in the mirror anymore. I used to have high sharp cheek bones and a defined jawline, now I have rounded chubby cheeks and what will soon be able to be called a double chin. My neck is thicker. All the definition once visible in my toned arms is disappearing. If I don’t do something soon I know the muscle under the fat will make them look that much fatter. My once small but nice boobs have grown to be hugely round tits the size of cantaloupes…. My toned legs are softening and expanding at a rapid pace. My thighs have begun rubbing together. My ass used to be firm, but now it’s jiggling with every step I take. And my belly is the worst. I used to have defined abs. People would come up all the time and ask how I got my abs to be so defined. My abs have disappear under a thick layer of marshmallow like fat. I’ve had people say I’m so round I look pregnant. I have a roll of fat that hangs over the waist band of all my pants because they are getting FAR too small for my ever growing figure. I’ve gone from such a fit sexy girl into a round chubby piggy. The only problem is, I just tried on some work out clothes to go to the gym and they are all way too small! I can’t even pull them up over my gargantuan belly! They are squeezing my ass and thighs so tight I feel like I’m a bust can of biscuits. The other problem is I don’t know if I can stop eating. My belly is constantly demanding to be stuffed full of fattening foods. My old gym friends haven’t seen me in months. If I go they may comment on just how BIG I’ve gotten. I’m sire if I showed up in this I’d be stared at the whole time. Whispers would start. All the people who used to ask my advice and come talk to me would probably not even speak to me. And if they did they would probably ask when I’d gotten so fat. I can’t imagine even trying to run now. My belly jiggles when I walk. I can even feel my love handles jiggle! I don’t even know how to lose this weight! Maybe I should just accept my fat(e) and accept that I’m meant to be a chubby girl.

If you saw me in the gym now compared to last summer what would you say to me?

The before photo is me from last summer

[chunkycherub]

Can't wait to grow rolls on rolls this year 💖💖💖

Also idk where all this came from but the pear shape is really coming in 🥰

[kallietell]

I Made You Too Fat

*Gender neutral weight gain POV*

Hey babe, I've got to talk to you about something. And please don't say anything, I know you're gonna try and comfort me and make me feel better and stuff, but just let me get through this. 

You know how much I love your body. I never thought I would meet someone who would let me do this to them, who would let me put all this weight on them, but you’re getting bigger than I ever thought you would. I mean I love it, I literally can’t look at you without wanting to tear your clothes off, but when you first agreed to gain weight for me you only had a little potbelly. You still ate normal-sized meals, you wore a medium. Then you saw what your overeating did to me and it was like flipping a switch. You started to get so fat so fast you could barely keep up. You started eating whatever I brought you and asking for more, started lounging around the apartment in all of your old skin-tight clothes because you knew it drove me crazy. 

Your delivery orders kept getting bigger and bigger until even I couldn't believe it. Remember when you ordered so much pizza that the Doordash driver asked if we were having a party? But it was all for you. And you're so constantly stuffed and bloated with all the greasy fast food I buy you that it's hard to even tell how fat you're actually getting. Your belly is never empty, so I never know if all of this is you or if your tubby gut is just distended from the family-sized meals you let me force down your throat. 

You know how much I want you bigger and fatter, you know how much watching you pile on mounds of blubber turns me on, but at this point, I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. I feel like I'm taking this too far just for my own sick pleasure. I’m porking you up like a prize-winning pig and you’re just letting me, you keep opening your mouth for more like you're completely under my control. Even when you're so full you're panting and gasping because your stomach is too tight and swollen, even when you think you can't force down another bite, you still open up for me and let me feed you till I'm satisfied. It's so hot while I'm doing it, but I always have this tiny little glimmer of guilt because I know you like it too much to make me stop. 

Watching you waddle around with your belly hang wobbling out of the bottom of your shirt and your chunky thighs packed in those tight workout shorts that are ripping at the seams makes me lose it, but also makes me think of when your clothes actually used to fit you. I mean, babe you actually used to workout in those shorts, and now if you bend over too far you can hear the seams pop. 

You've just gotten so lazy and so greedy and it's all my fault. You can't even get on top anymore cause all your jiggling blubber has made you too massive for that much of a workout. I wasn't sure how to bring this up to you, I don't even want to bring this up to you, but after what happened yesterday, I just had to start this conversation. I can't believe you actually got big enough to get stuck in the living room chair. That chair could fit two of me, but you gorged yourself so full that your rounded hips were completely wedged between the arms… 

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[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Mutually

My favorite things about being in a mutual gaining relationship would have to be that you also become a mutual fat relationship, a mutual foodie relationship, and a mutual feeding relationship. Suddenly you both have the same problems, the same triumphs, and the same needs. We both need stronger chairs. We both need bigger clothes. We both need larger portions. We need larger spaces. We both know how it physically feels being really heavy. We both understand the gnawing need to be filled to a level that simply is unheard of. We both have the understanding that there will be a LOT of eating. We need to be built up and loved about our bodies because there is so much meanness about being fat.

For me specifically, I’ve been really fat my whole life. To have someone who has been through that too, or is at least there now, is really refreshing. They understand what it’s like to be looked at as ugly and stupid and ignored. They understand what it’s like to have limited fashion choices and limited space accommodations, and limited social allowances. They understand the dilemma of loving gaining weight and your clothes. They understand how tiring being this fat can be. They understand being fat can’t be turned off, it’s constantly there exciting, or frustrating you.

It is deeply refreshing to have a partner who knows how you’ve felt about so much with the physical experience. Sexuality as well, I always need a partner who is into what I’m into, but when they’re fat and love their body as well. When they are in touch with what they love about themselves and me and are at least working on being unapologetically fat and sexy…that is truly special. When it’s not about if we feel sexy, but how, that is truly lovely.

Dates trying lots of new food, or just seeing how much can be eaten. Dates trying out new fashion choices, and confidently going out in our new stylish clothes we put together. Dates spent celebrating our bodies and how we look and how we fit together as two really big people. Dates being unapologetically us. Goofing off, public affection, and playful teasing, without a care about what we are.

That’s what I’m craving. A body celebrating, food celebrating, and sexuality celebrating feedback loop of just happiness being huge.

[certifiedfeedee]

This is a vid from a month or so ago that I left in my drafts, but now I have a more recent try on with this outfit 🐷 let’s just say…everything’s a bit more snug.

[bellyburstinbabe]

Think I've outgrown this summer shirt, also a good shot of the angry stretch marks on my arm