#fire emblem wg

[fatterfireemblem]

You know what I want?

A fat Lorenz.

God that man is annoying. Maybe if his wife secretly fattened him, he'd be too focused on food to say annoying things. 🤣Just let him get hooked on eating large feasts of decadent food until a food coma knocks him out. Let him get huge and lose control and not care about anything other than filling his growing belly. And let his mouth be too full to say anything dumb.

[helixobesity]

Hhhhrgrhhhhrgrh Alear but +300 pounds or maybe +400 pounds of fat and nothing but fat or maybe +600 pounds of lard and sheer immobility or +800 pounds of nckldkfkndns

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[plumperific]

Dessert - feedism/belly kink fic, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Hilda x Marianne

Publishing my second kink fic two and a half years later. It's Fire Emblem: Three Houses again, though I anticipate this fandom is not quite as popular as it was in this space 2 years ago.

This one sat in my drafts for about as long as my last kink fic was published and I never did anything with it because I thought it was too similar to my first kink fic. But then I opened it recently, realized it was almost finished, and decided I didn't care. The feedism kink community needs more sapphic content and I am here to deliver! I only hope it is decent lol.

Anyway, I'm hoping to be a little more active on this blog and in the kink writing space in the future, so please read and comment, read my first fic, and send me asks/messages! I'd like to get more comfortable in the kink writing community.

Also, follow me on Twitter! Not sure how long I'll stay there since it's a cesspool of a website, but I'm there for now! https://twitter.com/plumperific

[geegee-art]

pancakey

[bellybiologist]

One of the commissions from last month! Edward WG from Fire emblem radiant dawn.

I decided to get like 3 vaccines (and getting a 4th next week or later) while I still can, so i'm probably gonna be feverish tomorrow. 😅 But I'm still working on getting caught up to patreon stuff before the Polls close. Wish me luck!

[degeneratemuses]

FAQ

Thank you reading this! I'll try to keep actively adding muses as I can think of who I'm comfortable writing for.

MUSES:

Persona: Yu, Naoto Shirogane, Akechi, Makoto Niijima, Joker, Yusuke.

Fire Emblem: Byleth, Corrin, Leo, Xander, Dimitri, Felix, Robin, Mercedes

DDLC: Monika

Fate: Saber Alter

RWBY: Neo, Weiss

KINKS:

Anything in the WG sphere I'm ok with. Vore, stuffing, etc. etc. I can also do bursting, though I'm aware this one's pretty unpopular. You can ask me about anything and I will be fine with it. The only non negotiable stuff I can think of off the top of my head is heavy toilet play, diaper stuff/ddlg, incest and furry.

[liam-and-co-fatty-zone]

Simplified Muse list

The list would be for both wg and non wg muses for now, Non wg muses would still interact with wg mueses

Wg Muses

Edelgard (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

Hilda (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

Lysithea (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

Tharja (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Ann Takamaki (Persona 5)

Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)

Erza Scarlet (Fairy Tail)

D.va (Overwatch)

Non Wg muses

Liam Bourgeois (Oc)

[rottonluck]

Some old animations

Featuring OC's from mofuuwafuwa and Darkfireballz

[idle-minded-sucks]

Got absolutely overstuffed fat gut on my brain and I am thinking about my Manuela weight gain drive being exactly that.

[helixobesity]

Do you have any ideas for Alear and Ivy getting fat together? Maybe bottom heavy Ivy and top heavy Alear?

Is this a secret callout post for me to finish a Wg story I had started with F!Alear and Ivy both getting fat and the ensuing romance as they get fat together

Cause I really should finish this,.,.

Anon if you have any ideas I would be so very down to brainstorm on this because Alear seems like a top heavy girl for sure, and considering sleeping for a thousand years probably destroys your metabolism + devoted followers offering whatever treats they have, and an easily manipulated Alear leads to a very, very chubby Divine One.

Ivy I feel wouldn’t be one to gain on purpose, but from sheer proximity to Alear’s greedy behavior and also definitely get super embarrassed over ripping her dress and leggings from being too big

Btw for anyone these are the characters in question

But thank you for the ask!!! This is a niche where I thrive in

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[mimisgarbage]

Commission from twitter of a big la/sl/ow

[fatterfireemblem]

Lazy Linhardt

Linhardt is tired of the battlefield and practices, but he always feels guilty if he refuses to go. He’s physically capable of going, he just doesn’t want to, and that’s not a reason to say no. However, one more training session like the last might be the death of him. While reading some texts in the library, an idea hits him. What if he’s not physically capable? His first thought is to have someone break his leg. It’s unlikely anyone will do that, though, and it will hurt a lot, and there’s a limit to how many times he could bear with the pain. The limit is likely once. Then a healer will tend to him, he’ll get to miss a few physical activities, then he’ll be back where he started. It needs to be something long term. What if he was too fat? What if he ate so much food that he swelled up and could no longer manage moving his flab enough to fight? It’d be difficult, sure, but there were weight gain potions, spells, and magical items he could get or use to help him out. It wouldn’t hurt half as much as breaking his bones and it wouldn’t be as easy to fix, though not impossible.

So, Linhardt sets out for the market the next morning and pops into a small hidden magic shop known by the magically talented for selling unusual, rare, and dangerous things. The old shopkeeper glares at him, no doubt questioning his motives. It’s only moments before those questions are verbalized. “Why would he want such a thing?” “Is he planning a cruel revenge?” “Is he attempting to punish some poor girl for rejecting him, because he sure looks like the lazy type a girl wouldn’t want.” Linhard finds the latter question somewhat insulting, even if he can’t deny it’s partially true. He doesn’t need a swarm of girls around him like some of his classmates. He has no interest in them or what men use them for.

Pondering his answers, he decides to tell the truth. There’s no way to know if a spell will reveal his lies while he’s here. “It’s for me. I want to be fatter, but it’s difficult for me to eat a lot,” he explains blandly. Sure enough, the shopkeeper seems to wait for a spell to signal whether he’s telling the truth or a lie. Then she nods and goes behind the counter.

“You’re an odd one, but I can tell your heart is pure, so I’ll give ye what ya want. Don’t come back here complainin bout how well it works when you’re all fattened up.” She pulled out a box of items from beneath the counter. There were tombs, amulets, jewelry, bottles of potions, and powders all meant to increase appetite or the rate of weight gain. He recognized some from the infirmary. They were used on patients whose illness or sadness had robbed them of their appetite or on starved villagers. Other items were completely new to him. He pulled out his coin purse and checked his funds. One advantage of coming from a noble family was never being short on money. He could buy several items, some sweet treats, and still have plenty to last him the rest of the month. 

He picks up a tomb with some interesting spells including ones for increasing appetite, decreasing appetite, and decreasing negative health effects of weight. He also grabbed a bracelet said to cause endless hunger for as long as it was worn. Only downside was it would affect anyone who touched it for up to an hour. He’d have to be careful around Caspar.

He grabbed some magic lotion to help the skin stretch over the new fat, a potion that would cause every calorie to be multiplied by five, and a powder for nausea that also caused a strong need for cake. The last item was another powder, similar to the other in that it caused cravings, but this one was only for cravings and would make the person crave whatever they last ate. With its help, surely he could pack in a lot of sweets without getting tired of the taste. 

He paid for the items and left the shop, filled with excitement for what was to come. But as he strolled down the street to find some food to take back, he found it hard to resist the temptation of trying out some of the new items. He pulled the bracelet from his canvas bag and slipped it on. Feeling a little too impatient, he pulled the potion out and took a sip from it too. 

Within minutes, his stomach growled loudly enough to turn the heads of those nearby. He blushed and held his slim waist with his hand, begging it not to be so loud in public. It didn’t listen. As the growling began to fit a beast more than a man's stomach, Linhardt rushed to the nearest food stand and grabbed as many chicken skewers as he could. He gobbled them down faster than he’d ever eaten anything, but it wasn’t enough to get him farther than the next food stand. And so he went, down the row, buying from at least seven or eight stands before finding himself in front of a restaurant with an arm full of food. A real meal… or a few, would do better than stands. He took a seat at a table and, before he knew it, he’d ordered half a dozen meals. The tavern maid was staring at him, so he just grinned sheepishly as his stomach growled again. 

His clothes already felt too tight around his midsection, and he could see his stomach straining the threads. It didn’t matter. He needed more. One dish after another, he stuffed himself, but fullness never came. The only evidence the food was having any effect was the tightness of his clothes. So, after ordering and downing a few desserts, he removed the bracelet. 

His belly now rested on his thighs and the seams of his outfit were ripping. In just a couple hours, he’d managed to do unimaginable damage to his waistline. Now, without the bracelet, it hurt terribly. All he could do was lay on the bench, groaning and rubbing his overfed belly. Some nice people were kind enough to bring him soothing teas, though adding more to the heavy weight inside him seemed silly. He did.

After a few hours and a short nap, he was able to stand and walk… erm waddle… back to the monastery. He only stopped to grab some more food to take back, blushing as the shopkeepers stared at his belly. Once he had a few bags worth, he returned home and snuck into his bedroom. Even without using any of the magic items, his stomach was beginning to feel hungry again. He laid down on his bed and pulled out some cakes, determined to fill up any remaining space.

[bellybiologist]

Today's stream doodles! Jim from Treasure Planet WG, Gordin from Fire Emblem Heroes Stuffing, and Shane Stardew with Pregnant Sebastian Stardew!

Still gotta adjust how fast I want to fill these, so quality is gonna vary as I fall into a groove.

Thanks to those who came to keep my company!

[radabadabing-bing]

so uh wow its been a hot minute huh? i still get a notification once in awhile that i have a new follower or two and like that’s crazy to me lol, anyways I went through my google docs and found something short i wrote last summer that was pretty much complete aside from one or two sentences I added to the end. It’s about summer syl/vain getting big. figured no reason to just keep it locked up in my docs and it is practically summer, so no better time to drop it than now. i dunno how good it is but i am not gonna go through and revise it now lol

Sylvain took a deep sip from his drink. The sweet tastes swirling in his mouth before sinking down his throat. He was enjoying a laid back day on the beach, laying on a blanket beneath an umbrella- certain that nothing could possibly go wrong.

Of course, something would.

It started innocently enough. His stomach groaned quietly. He stifled a tiny burp. He drank more from his drink, unaware of the fate he was sealing himself in. Sylvain’s stomach continued to groan, bubbling louder as he drank more from the chalice. “Urp...Ugh, what’s happening?” He tried to stop, stop his now constant belches. “Urrrp...I feel really bloated- Uuurrrp!!” 

He put his hands to his stomach, as it turned and swirled. He felt his toned abs begin to bevel and round. “Huh...My belly, it’s...I’m...Urrrp!!” As each burp seem to reverberate through his body, Sylvain looked down to watch his muscular, lean body begin to be covered in pudgy flesh, his sleepy eyes suddenly widening. He scooped it up in his hand, feeling it jiggle. “I- This can’t...Uorrrp!” Sitting up on the blanket, Sylvain watched as he continued to widen, swelling ever larger every second. His loose swim trunks were starting to become tighter, around his rotund thighs. “Guh...Urrrp...Damn, I can’t be seen like...Urrp!!” Despite his belching and swelling form, Sylvain stumbled to his feet. He could feel his body growing bigger by the second, his once baggy trunks feeling ever more restrictive. “Where do I even...Ugh…” He looked down at himself, seeing his chubby body in all it’s glory. His chest sat atop a belly made of two rolls, and his lower half wasn’t a slouch either. A popping noise alerted him to the ripping of the seat of the trunks, making way for his plump ass, only compounding his embarrassment. And the difficulty he had turning his neck...He had grown a second chin.

The small red strap he had wrapped around his then small waist had popped off, the string hardly enough to accommodate his amassing bulk. In perhaps one of his less clever moves, he stepped out onto the hot sand, sinking into it slightly. He wasn’t sure where he was going- He just wanted out of the public eye. Attempting to stifle yet another of his numerous burps, he began awkwardly waddling to somewhere he thought he’d be out of sight. It was then a sudden surge of growth hit his belly- knocking him off balance, and right down onto the sand with a heavy thud. Right on his rumbling gut.  “Guh- Urrrrp! Oh gods, no one- Urrrrop!!” 

Attempting to pull himself off the sand was futile. With as much effort as he could, he managed to turn himself over, finding himself not weighed down by his expanding gut, but instead pinned by it. His swimming trunks tore down the sides, essentially turned to shreds. His fat body provided the only decency he had as he swelled up under the sun. 

His arms replete with blubber, Sylvain couldn’t even raise them to try and cover himself. He could just feel the eyes around him burning into him, watching in fascination as the red head blimped ever further in size…

“Nobody...Look…” He moaned, as the sun shone ever brighter against his ever larger form...

With a gasp, Sylvain awoke. Beneath his umbrella, on the blanket. Sweat dripping down his forehead. The sun was setting over the horizon, the light shining into his eyes. “Ugh, some dream…” He complained, adjusting his sunglasses.

He chose to ignore the pudge on his belly.

[idle-minded-sucks]

Shamir vs Catherine weight gain drive in it’s entirety, for your enjoyment

[basickinkartist]

This one is for Gramma Verzisphere on Twitter, and a few of my followers. Really trying to get back into art again now that I am getting my life sorted out.