#foods to avoid for belly fat

[extra-stout-stories]

Feedist Yearning Is

Wishing the cute fat people picking up drive-thru and eating in their cars would decide to eat in the restaurant instead so you can admire them.

[housekeepinginfo]

Is indian food healthy for weight loss?

Many think Indian food is bad for losing weight. But, it can be healthy if you know what to pick. Traditional Indian food can have a lot of calories and fat from ghee and creamy sauces. Yet, there are many dishes that are good for losing weight. It's important to know about healthy Indian ingredients. By making smart changes, you can enjoy Indian food and lose weight. You can make your meals lighter and more balanced.

[yuvaap]

Transform Your Weight Loss Journey: 12 Foods to Avoid and Healthier Alternatives

Are you putting in the effort to eat right and exercise, yet the scale just won't budge? You’re not alone in feeling frustrated. Despite your best intentions, some seemingly harmless foods might be sabotaging your weight loss journey. It’s essential to recognize these foods and replace them with healthier options to achieve your weight loss goals more effectively.

Here, we’ll uncover 12 common foods that could be holding you back and suggest healthier alternatives that satisfy your cravings without derailing your progress. Ready to make smarter food choices? Let’s dive in!

1. Fruit Juices

Fruit juices often seem like a healthy choice, but most store-bought varieties are packed with added sugars and lack the fiber found in whole fruits. This can lead to increased calorie intake since juices don’t keep you feeling full.

Healthy Alternative: Eat whole fruits or make popsicles with fresh fruit pulp. Whole fruits are rich in fiber and essential nutrients that promote satiety and support weight loss.

2. Junk Food

Junk foods are delicious but are often high in sodium and unhealthy fats. They can raise cholesterol levels and harm heart health.

Healthy Alternative: Choose stir-fried vegetables, sprouts, or salted makhana (lotus seeds) for a nutritious and filling snack without the harmful effects of junk food.

3. Alcohol

Alcohol is full of empty calories and slows down your body's fat-burning process. Additionally, many alcoholic beverages come with sugary mixers, adding even more calories.

Healthy Alternative: Limit alcohol intake and opt for wine in moderation. Wine has fewer calories compared to most alcoholic drinks and can be enjoyed responsibly.

4. Ice Cream

Ice cream is a favorite treat, but it's loaded with sugar and calories, making it easy to overindulge and gain weight.

Healthy Alternative: Blend frozen fruits with Greek yogurt for a lower-calorie, healthier version of ice cream that still satisfies your sweet tooth.

5. Breakfast Cereals

Many breakfast cereals are processed and packed with sugar and artificial sweeteners, losing much of their nutritional value and contributing to weight gain.

Healthy Alternative: Start your day with oatmeal topped with fresh fruits, nuts, and seeds. This option is nutritious and keeps you full longer.

6. Candy and Chocolate Bars

These treats are high in sugar and unhealthy fats, offering empty calories with little to no nutritional value, which can contribute to weight gain and increase diabetes risk.

Healthy Alternative: Snack on nuts, seeds, or pure dark chocolate. These options are rich in nutrients and can satisfy your sweet cravings without the negative health impacts.

7. Refined Flour Products

Foods like white bread, pasta, and noodles made from refined flour have a high glycemic index and offer little nutritional value. They can spike blood sugar levels and cause health issues when consumed in large amounts.

Healthy Alternative: Choose whole wheat or semolina flour products. These options are higher in fiber and nutrients, supporting better blood sugar control and overall health.

8. Frozen and Processed Meat

Processed meats like bacon and ham are low in nutrients and high in sodium, which can negatively impact your weight and overall health. They often contain preservatives and additives that are harmful in large quantities.

Healthy Alternative: Opt for a balanced vegetarian diet rich in nutrients to support weight loss. Fresh vegetables, legumes, and plant-based proteins provide essential vitamins and minerals without the downsides of processed meats.

9. Sugary Caffeinated Drinks

Drinks like mocha, latte, and Frappuccino are often high in calories due to added sugars and creams, contributing to weight gain.

Healthy Alternative: Drink plain black coffee to boost metabolism and aid fat burning. If you need a bit of sweetness, consider adding a small amount of natural sweetener like stevia or a dash of cinnamon.

10. Baked Goods

Pastries, cakes, and cookies are high in sugar, trans fats, and refined flour. They are easy to overeat, leading to weight gain and other health problems such as diabetes and heart disease.

Healthy Alternative: Satisfy your sweet tooth with pure dark chocolate or fresh fruits. You can also try baking at home with healthier ingredients like whole wheat flour, oats, and natural sweeteners.

11. Salad Dressings

Many commercial salad dressings are high in fat and sodium, which can negate the health benefits of salads.

Healthy Alternative: Make your own dressing with hung curd or lemon juice and avoid excessive cheese. Adding herbs and spices can enhance the flavor without adding unnecessary calories.

12. Flavored Yogurt

Although Greek yogurt is nutritious, flavored yogurts often contain added sugars that can hinder weight loss.

Healthy Alternative: Switch to plain Greek yogurt or try vegan options like soy or coconut yogurt. Add fresh fruits or a small amount of honey for sweetness without the added sugars found in flavored varieties.

Transforming your diet by avoiding these foods and choosing healthier alternatives can significantly enhance your weight loss journey. For more detailed tips and expert advice on making smarter food choices, visit Yuvaap's comprehensive blog post. At Yuvaap, we offer a wealth of resources and support to help you achieve your wellness goals.

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[feederandfeedee]

Having a fat fetish is dangerous. I wish I could control my obsession with the idea of growing fatter. It was fun in the beginning- to fantasize about getting a little chubby. Having a nice, plump belly to rub and play with. My pants getting tighter as my waistline softened up. Gorging myself on food that most people go to hell and back to avoid. I should have left it at that. But no- I just had to make content. I wanted some attention, I wanted people to make comments about my curvy body and healthy appetite. I got too obsessed with over-sharing myself online. I started digging into dangerous behaviors- accepting eating challenges from online feeders and showing off just how much I could cram down my greedy throat. I loved it. Everyone loves watching me get fatter and fatter, ruining my body for their entertainment and pleasure. But it's gone too far. This is the third night this week that I've found myself surrounded by food wrappers, dressed in pathetically tight clothing to emphasize how fat I've become. I'm stuffed to the gills with greasy pizza, covered in marinara sauce, out of breath, my gluttony is on display and all I can think about is how much I regret ending up here... But that won't stop me from doing it all again.

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[bucks-babe]

Bucky loves his girl's tummy

Fluffy, a little smutty, reader is described as having extra pudge on her belly, kind of feral Bucky

Word Count: Less than 500

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Imagine that once you start dating Bucky he takes care of you. Like he always makes sure that you are eating cause you tend to forget to eat sometimes. You aren’t used to someone fussing over you so much either. Previous boyfriends were so obsessed with how you looked. They hated that you had a little extra fat on your belly, calling it unattractive and that you were fat for it.

With them you had to go to the gym obsessively, making sure that your body stayed a certain way, not allowing you to eat certain foods in fear that you would lose your figure. With Bucky though, it was the opposite. 

All this man wants is to keep his girl happy and healthy, actually healthy, not what society deems to be so. This man makes sure you’re fed. Breakfast on deck, lunch breaks at work, he's there with your favorite, dinner is special for the two of you, always together with no interruptions. 

It happened gradually, you didn’t even notice it at first. Your pants were a little snug around the waist, some of your dresses didn’t fit the way they did before. When you noticed it you were shocked - the small bit of extra fat was now more pronounced than ever. 

Bucky didn’t let you avoid him either when you tried to go on a diet. Oh no, you were going to stay healthy and fed on his watch. It took some time but Bucky convinced you that the little pudge on your belly was natural, it meant that he was taking care of you.

Bucky absolutely loved the pudge. In bed, he would grab onto the soft skin and almost kneed it whilst he fell asleep. He loved holding you and feeling the softness contrasting his hard muscles. It made him almost feral to see you in skin tight dresses, the small hump of your belly pushing against the fabric.

He couldn’t wait to take you to bed after. One of his favorite positions was you on your back with your legs behind your head because it caused the pudge on your belly to roll up. While pounding into you, he would run his hands up and down your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock over the extra fat.

Another one of his favorites was doggy. The way your ass bounced made his cock harder than he thought possible, even more so when he would grab your love handles to bring you back to him harder. When he was especially needy he would hoist you up in front of a mirror while pounding you from the back so he could see gravity pull your little tummy down. He fucking loved to watch it jiggle while pounding you.

Of course he would love you at any weight but there is something he loves so fucking much about your little tummy and how soft it is.

[oonajaeadira]

That Awoooo Inside You, Pt. 3

Fandom: The Wild Robot / Fink the Fox

Pairing: Fink <3s OFC fox Farrah

Rating: G all the way, don’t worry. This is keeping in the world and disgustingly wholesome. Prolly too clean for tumbles 😆

Warnings: None. It’s for cuteness and for heart.

Summary: After the events of The Wild Robot, a new resident joins the island. She’s a little withdrawn and Fink finds out why. It's not what he expected.

A/N: The end of this chapter was partly inspired by @grogusmum. She knows what she did. And if she doesn't, it's illustrated afterward.

Thank you to everyone who enjoyed my very very fluffy--in all senses of the word--tale. I had to. I just had to.

PART 1, PART 2

“Hey-ey-ey,Greedy!” Fink laughed as he called out to Farrah, her tail and back feet hanging out of the hollow of a dead tree trunk. “Just because I gave you the first turn doesn’t mean you get to eat it all! I want some! My turn! My turn!”

Farrah backed out of the hollow and down the grey stump, honey sticking to her whiskers and snowy ear tips, her front paws covered in the golden goo. “Sorry! I got carried away! I’ve never had anything like it. There’s plenty left…I think…”

Distracted by the remnants on her paws, the white fox began to clean them up, eyes wide, still in awe of the sweetness Fink had introduced her to. It was almost a contest as to what was going to win his attention–the honey hive, or Farrah’s dainty licking–but like any fox, food won out and he was shoulders deep in the tree trunk before his heart had any say in the matter.

Once he was gorged on the stuff, Fink skittered his way out from the hollow and joined Farrah in the grass. It was her turn to wait while he cleaned his own paws, but being familiar with honey, he was far less of a mess than she had been. One, two, licks of his paws and then–

He hadn’t meant to do it, but he was a fox. He did foxy things. And that meant not thinking when it came to food. It wasn’t until Farrah was ducking away from him, putting some distance between them, that he realized what he’d done.

He’d instinctually gone to lick the honey off her ears. 

Now she crouched, cowered, alert, her bright eyes–one light, one dark–wide and peering back at him over her brush of a tail, and he could sense the spring that was building in her legs, her heart running as hard as her feet wanted to–

He was suddenly almost as scared as she was. “Sorry! I just– I only– your ears…” The only thing he could think to do was back up. Sit down. Her eyes were still moons in the white sky of her face.

After a couple of months on the island, she was still skittish, still easy to startle. Fink had done everything to make her feel at home, done everything he could do to show her she was under no threat here. She was quick to play with the raccoons and had even fallen asleep on Thorn’s big fat bear belly once or twice on a chilly evening.

But somehow, Fink still spooked her. Maybe he just saw it more since they spent so much time together. Or maybe he was too quick, too rough. Or maybe….

…maybe she didn’t want him to get close in that way.

He could feel his shoulders hunching, his ears drooping, and with them, he sensed a slackening of Farrah’s tension.

“Sorry, Fink, you just… I…” Stepping slowly, she stopped halfway to him and sat, nervous, avoiding his eye. “Guess I’m just a mess. I didn’t realize I still had hummy on my ears.”

Normally he would have laughed. They would have laughed together. “Honey.”

“Heh. Honey.”  A little breeze shifted the grass and Farrah made an attempt at a playful sneeze, but it was half-hearted. “You can…clean my ears if you want to…”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, just as half-heartedly. “You wanna go down to the shore and take a swim? I don’t want to be sticky all day. Ants.”

“Sure.”

She led the way now, more confident in her path about the island and he followed, although feeling as if he was dragging his heart behind him.

He remembered how much it hurt when Brightbill flew away for the winter, but it was a good hurt, because they would see each other again.

And he remembered how much it hurt when Roz left the island. That one hurt in a different way because he knew he may never see her again, but he had good memories, and he knew that he had friends and a good life because of what she did for them all.

But this was a hurt he didn’t recognize. It was like the hurt he used to feel when nobody wanted him around, the hurt he learned to ignore, the hurt he used in order to become clever and figure out the very best ways to get exactly what he wanted. Similar, but not the same. 

Because that pain was borne out of the rejection of everyone. Like sleeping on a bed of pinecones.

This ache could not be ignored or pushed away.

Being rejected by one special someone in particular, he was learning, was much worse, like sleeping on one particularly spiky pinecone.

With one, big jagged spike.

Pressing right against his heart.

“Look! Your favorite!” Farrah came trotting out of the water to him where he sat on shore, feebly scrubbing his paws in a tidepool, and laid a huge clam at his feet, its bulk almost too big for her smaller jaw. He nodded, but kept scrubbing. A crab scuttled past as a larger wave lazily slapped the rocks behind her, the water dull under a hazy, late spring sky. “Fink?”

The thought just fell out of his mouth. “You really never thought about finding a…a mate?”

Farrah blinked, eyes wide again. This time he could tell it wasn’t with the instinct to flee, but he could hear her heart racing all the same. “I… no. Where I’m from, nobody would take me.”

He wanted to run away, scared of what he was feeling, scared of what he might say, what she might say, what might happen to their friendship, but couldn’t stop himself. “But, you’re not there anymore. You’re here. And things are different here. Everyone’s a little different here and…and…just because you… your…” He couldn’t keep his tail from twitching, his claws making little arpeggios in the sand, his tongue babbling away without him, “I like your fur. It’s not practical but it’s beautiful, it catches the sun. It’s a part of you and I like you so you don’t have to worry about being different or the runt of the litter here. I think it’s a miracle you’ve made it, it means you’ve had to be strong and smart and you’re–”

“My fur?” A tilt of Farrah’s head showed initial confusion. “What’s wrong with my fur?” And then just the hint of her ears leaning back, a paw pushing at the sand as if bracing for a fight, her tail curling around herself again. “Who said I was a runt? I’ll have you know I was the second biggest kit of my litter.”

Now it was Fink’s turn to blink in surprise. “But.. no one said, it’s just… you are on the small side so I just thought you might–”

“Wait. Fink,” she calmed then, a realization breaking over her, her spine straightening, ears perking up. It was one of the rare moments they’d had together where he was able to look her in the eye and she didn’t back down, where suddenly she was allowing him in and he felt suddenly hopeful. Did she just hear what he said? Was she just realizing how he felt? Did she like him too? He swallowed hard, anticipating what she would say next.

It was much different than what he expected.

“Have you…never met a winter fox?”

The words pushed through him, trying to find a place to settle into meaning. “Winter? Fox?”

“Yeah. A snowy fox. Like me.” When he could only stare blankly, she smiled sadly. “Oh, Fink. There are different kinds of foxes where I’m from! I’m a winter fox. We’re all white like this and smaller than the forest foxes. We don’t usually mix with the forest foxes because…” here she looked down at her little white paws making a delicate triangle in the sand, “forrest foxes hunt winter foxes. They’re brutal predators. They..they eat us.”

Whaaaaaat??? “WOWWWUH,” Fink breathed, aghast at this breaking news, happy for her to have escaped that peril. “They sound like huge jerks. You’re better off here without ‘em.”

She lifted her head then and a light huff fell out of her, it was nervous and hesitant, and thinking she was laughing, he was momentarily proud of lightening her mood. Until she said, “Fink…you’re a forest fox.”

There would be few more profound moments in Fink’s life than standing on a shifting shore, learning that he had yet another fate in the world, an alternate place where he could have lived a completely different life, one that could be seen by someone other than himself. 

He sat in shock and looked at her. She was so small, so vulnerable. He himself was half again her size. She was fast, but he was faster and could easily outrun her and catch her if he wanted to. She would often bring him shellfish to open for her and then watch in something like awe as he crushed it easily in his jaws.

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t awe. Perhaps it was horror.

He was starting to understand that his heart could break twice in one lifetime. Maybe twice in one day.

He needed time to stand still for a minute so he could gather his thoughts, fix this somehow, assure her that he wasn’t like the foxes she’d known, make her see, he wasn’t like the forest foxes that she’d known, he would never, if only the waves would stop crashing and the geese would stop honking–

Honking! The geese! The geese were returning! Brightbill!

Fink was up and turning on the spot, watching the incoming flock, but also agitated by the interruption, unable to stop himself. “Farrah, I… can you… can you hold that thought? I’m sorry, I just–” And without waiting for her, he ran. 

He couldn’t remember being faster, needing to run faster, faster, his blood rushing in his ears. The flock would land just down the shore near by and he found a spot close enough to the treeline so as not to spook the ones that didn’t know him, but still out on shore enough to be seen. And then he danced. 

He couldn’t help himself. Bounding in a circle, paws tap tapping the wet sand, he yelped like a pup in with its tail caught, and sure enough, an orange-tufted bird broke from the group and came straight for him, dive-bombing him out of the sky, goose and fox colliding in a poof of feathers and fur and rolling and laughter as Brightbill made a triumphant return to the island.

“Hey, buddy! You came back!”

The goose laughed. “It’s spring. Where else would I go?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You could fly anywhere. I’m sure there are tons of islands better than this one.”

“Yeah, but none of them have a Fink.”

Fink grinned, the familiar fondness for his friend doing some soothing work on his aching heart. “How was the trip?”

“Long. Who’s that?” Brightbill tipped his beak to the treeline, and Fink followed his gaze to the flash of white ducking behind a tree.

“Oh. She’s new. Farrah! Hey!” he called to her and her little face appeared around the trunk. “Brightbill’s home! Come meet the kid!” Trotting toward them, she looked warily side to side at the arriving population on the shore, and he lowered his voice to give the goose advice he couldn’t yet accept himself, “She washed up half-drowned a couple of months ago. Still kinda shy. Don’t take it personally.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Brightbill turned to the crowd and honked, calling to a large, long-necked and ruffle-feathered gander who was chatting up a gaggle of ladies. The gander immediately turned and closed the distance, winging over to their little family group and settling next to them, much more gently than his mass would have led anyone to suppose. “This is my…ah… my nesting partner, Crusher.”

“Fink, yes?” Crusher honked, husky and low. “Charmed.”

“He’s joining us from another flock this year.”

Crusher chuckled and ribbed Brighbill. “Might stay forever at this rate.”

The smaller goose couldn’t help but blush. “You mind if he stays in the hut with me?”

Fink smiled, a rush of happiness for his little fledgling–all grown up–tempered only by the awkwardness every parent feels when they bring their sweetheart to visit. “Absolutely! You can have the best bed in the place.”

“What?” Brightbill flinched. “Your bed? Are you sure you’re Fink?”

Fink shrugged and leveled his shoulders, a smug smile tugging at his mouth. “What can I say? I’m a great guy. Fantastically generous. Full of surprises.”

“That last part’s true for sure.” Brightbill turned to Farrah. “I assume you’re responsible for this show-off’s drastic change in behavior?”

“Hey!” Fink protested, but Farrah laughed her wondrous, loud laugh and introductions and welcomes were made. He watched her as she warmed to his adopted family and before long they were trotting back to the hut, many of their friends there to meet them, having heard the flock arriving from the south.

The rest of the day had a general family reunion atmosphere. Thorn bumbled off into the trees and came back with an entire wild raspberry bush he’d yanked out of the ground, heavy with a spring crop. The raccoons brought up snails from the woods and clams from the beach. Pinktail brought in this season’s club of little rascals who all got a fast and low ride on Crusher’s back over the surrounding treetops. Before long, the fireflies were coming out, lighting up the grasses in the clearing around the hut and Thorn had started a warm fire inside.

It was there that Fink was listening intently to Crusher’s tale of home, the shoreline where he grew up. Since meeting Farrah, Fink had become increasingly interested in learning how different and yet the same so many other places were. It was like he learned something new about the world every day.

Like the fact that there were foxes in the world that were even bigger jerks than he was.

Or than he used to be.

He scanned the hut–quieter now as many of the young animals were nodding off and cuddling with their mamas who in turn were engaged in low, pleasant conversation by the light of the fire. At first he thought Farrah might have left, the crowd too much for her, but then he caught the moonlight glow of her fur through the doorway out in the clearing, Brightbill at her side. They were deep in conversation–Brightbill doing most of the talking and Farrah watching him intently–and Fink felt a little contented spark of loving happiness as he watched them bond.

After a while, Brightbill waddled into the hut toward Fink’s precious, beloved, grassy nest, drowsy and sighing. “It’s been a day. Did you really mean it? Can we bed down here?”

Fink sighed, pulling back the sass he was so accustomed to leaning on, just this once. “Yeah, kid. I mean it. You two have had a long journey. Take a load off. I’m just glad you’re home. You want me to shoo everyone out of here so you can sleep?”

“Nah,” the small goose shook his head, his eye wandering across the line of pictures Roz had created of him not so very long ago. “We’re used to sleeping in a crowd. And it’s nice to hear the voice of friends.”

Once Brightbill and Crusher were comfortable–heads tucked under wings, Crusher’s free wing almost completely covering the smaller goose–Fink wandered out into the clearing where Farrah sat under the stars. She was staring up at the moon as she often did on nights like this, most likely thinking about her family and how no matter the distance between them, they still had the same night sky.

“Mind if I sit?”

She didn’t flinch, didn’t turn to watch his every move, just kept watching the twinkling of the stars. “Not at all. It’s a nice night. Quiet. Calm.”

Mindful of what he now knew of her past, he kept his distance, but still where she could see him and feel safe just out of reach. Fink looked up to the big, silvery moon, round-faced and kind. It reminded him of a certain robot he once knew.

“He’s a great kid, clever and kind,” she said after a long silence. “You really raised him right.”

Fink scoffed and winked at the moon. “It wasn’t really me who raised him.”

“That’s not how he sees it. He thinks Roz was great, but she couldn’t have done it without you. You’re just as important to him that way. He told me so many stories.”

Digging at a spot in the ground, he did his best not to look too interested. “Yeah? Anything…good?”

She laughed then, softer than usual, but still winning the prize for his very favorite sound in the world. Standing, she came closer and Fink kept still, trying not to breathe too fast as she sat as his side, shoulder to shoulder. She was warm. She smelled like raspberries and snails and something else…something intoxicating. “Well, good enough.”

“So he convinced you I’m not going to eat you.”

“Something like that.”

Ah. He’d have to remember to thank the kid later.

“I’m sorry about earlier, Fink. I didn’t know you didn’t know about–”

“Why do you think nobody would have you?”

Farrah blinked up at him. “What?”

“You said where you were from, nobody would want you. I can’t imagine the kind of idiots you must have grown up around.”

She smiled then, a little sadly, turning her gaze to her paws. “My eyes. Nobody wants a mate with mismatched eyes. They assume I’m blind or can’t see as well as them, that because of it I wouldn’t be able to survive or I’d pass it down to their kits who'd have trouble surviving. It’s not true, but I don’t stand a chance against another vixen with matching eyes. That's nature. I just kind of accepted it.”

“Are you kidding me?” Fink gasped. “Your eyes? But they’re amazing! They’re one of my favorite things about you. They’re–” and then he faltered as she looked up hopefully at him, those bright eyes–one light and one dark–bewitching and so very distinct. And suddenly, all the fear and snark left him as he felt himself turning to pure, dopey goo. “--they’re…beautiful.”

She snuggled into his shoulder then, finally giving in, her tail coming to rest over his, wrapping herself around him. And he marveled at how fast a broken heart can heal up. As if it had never been hurt at all.

Yeah. He was really gonna have to thank that kid.

“I think I’d like to go curl up in bed,” she said, finally breaking free and turning back toward the hut where the warm orange light spilled over the snoring bulk of their bear friend and the nearby soft pile of sleeping geese. “You coming?”

“Ah, I gave my bed to the kids. I’ll probably just sleep in the grass tonight.”

She smiled, her eyes shining in the moonlight. “No you won’t. Not when there’s plenty of room in mine.”

He thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep for joy. Not with his kid home again. Not with all of his friends so close by. Not with his nose buried in the fur of Farrah’s shoulder or the curve of her slumbering body curled up around his own. Not with his heart beating as broadly as it was.

But he did. He slept. Soundly. And well.

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Fink and Farrah, illustration by @grogusmum

[epigstolary]

On Your Own

The alarm buzzing on your phone announces another day of struggling to navigate your narrow, confined world. After a few minutes of burying your head under the pillow, you muster the strength to reach a heavy, puffy, flab-covered arm out to hit the snooze button. A couple of rocks back and forth with one of your shapeless legs and its bulging, wobbling sacs of fat, ready you to heave for the edge of the bed; and you feel your belly weight begin shifting and cascading over the side, helping to pull you toward an upright sitting position. You feel the now-familiar sensation of the thick layer of blubber burying every inch of your body sloshing with your movement, its weight pushing you down into a crater divoting most of this side of the bed. Your heart races and your breaths come shallow and labored as you recover from this extraordinary exertion, trying to collect yourself for the final push to stand up.

This hadn’t been the plan, not by a long shot. You were supposed to have a feeder, someone to take care of all the details like prepping your vast meals, getting the extensive grocery list needed to keep the overworked kitchen full, tidying up and performing all the personal care rituals you’d gotten too fat to do yourself without it taking a literal workout. And for a while, you’d had one. Someone who was happy, even eager, to see you gain as much as you possibly could. Someone who would have been far from disappointed to see you overwhelm your bed with your lard-packed body and keep eating. And someone who was willing to put in the work to help you make it happen.

He was there, cooking before and after work, making sure you had the piles of alternately greasy or fatty or sweet or salty food you needed to keep your waistline expanding and the rolls covering your body growing. He was there restocking your snack cabinet and your soda fridge and your containers of prepped meals so you rarely had to do more than waddle to the kitchen to find a couple thousand calories waiting for you. He was there to admire your growing bulk, watching as that heavy swollen belly swallowed up your lap, that ballooning butt anchored you more and more firmly to the couch, that double chin and those tits and that bicep flab piled up around your chest as if to bury you.

He’d eventually fed you to a point beyond what you’d have ever thought possible. He made sure you were tantalized by food 24/7, always able to have something tasty and fattening on hand at any moment of the day, never not thinking about your next snack or meal or indulgence. His encouragement left you with a permanent craving for something at all times — a craving he was always ready to satisfy. You didn’t worry about what his doting attention was doing to your body, or your stamina, or your health, because he was there. He was taking care of you. Even if you wound up in bed and too fat to ever move again, he’d be there to make sure you had everything you needed. You could get as big as you wanted, and know that he would always find a way to make it work.

And then he was gone. It wouldn’t do any good to dwell on how, again, for the thousandth time. The stark fact was that now you were on your own — no job, nothing like the amount of food he’d kept stocked up, struggling even to move under the 700 lbs he’d fed into you. You managed to avoid disaster — dusting off your resume and finding remote work, setting up a service for groceries, getting a monthly pass to keep your lifeline of fast food deliveries coming. But you knew how precarious your situation was, and how little it would take for your morbidly-obese, food-addicted self to be in real trouble, if you put on just a few pounds or had to try and travel hardly any distance.

Because you definitely weren’t getting any smaller. Fear didn’t keep you from picking up the fork; if anything, it made you shovel more junk down your throat. And how else were you supposed to lose weight, join a gym and start exercising? You knew you could bounce along on a treadmill for two or three minutes at most before your pounding heart and burning lungs would force you to quit. You’d be reduced to a wheezing, overheated mound of blubber desperately trying to collect yourself in front of a gym full of fit, healthy, judgmental people. You’d have to make do at this size for as long as your luck would hold out, hoping against hope that you wouldn’t grow and lose what little mobility you still had.

And so you do your best to stumble through your morning routine — your ass and belly squeaking as they rub against the sides of the shower stall they’re too big for, your chubby arms and bingo wings quivering as you reach into the grease-soaked paper bag for another fast-food breakfast sandwich, your couch creaking ominously as you settle in for work with your laptop and your chocolate-caramel-laced excuse of a coffee. You know, somewhere deep down, that there’s a ticking clock counting down — this is not a stable situation that can last forever. You know you can’t stop gorging and gaining. Things aren’t desperate enough yet for you to want to; but even if you did, you know you couldn’t. The day is coming when you’ll be stuck here, too big to help yourself anymore, no way to save yourself from snowballing growth. You know you can’t stop it.

And you realize why, for the first time. The voice you hear in the back of your mind, telling you how hungry you are, how tasty that little snack or dessert would be, is his voice. When you run your fingers across the soft, yielding flab spreading out from your body, it’s his touch, his hands that you feel. And when that yearning, aching, burning desire to eat even more and grow even heavier overtakes you, it’s his desperate lust that you feel. “I need you so much bigger, babe… I need you fat enough to fill this bed, so the real feeding can start.”

It doesn’t matter that he isn’t around anymore. That living independently and being a half-ton are a complete contradiction. That caring for yourself and being a bedbound lardpile are irreconcilably exclusive. You might be on your own, but he insinuated himself into your psyche a long time ago. After him, there was no going back to your merely chubby former self. His encouragement was corrupting to your very soul; and you were chained to him and his wishes as surely as if the ghost of his memory were the living, breathing man, delicately forcing another fattening morsel between your lips.

You were his. You are his. And he wants you fatter.

[chubbycelebs]

The Big Boys (part 1)

The boys were all sat around their living room, relaxing on a Saturday evening, them all mindlessly scrolling through their phones. Harry and Louis were on one sofa, Zayn and Niall on another and Liam is laid on a bean bag in the middle of the living room. Time goes by with the boys not saying a word. As the night grows deeper, the silence is broken by Louis stretching and releasing a huge yawn. As it rises his hands high above his head, his t-shirt rises up revealing the bottom of Louis stomach. Harry cant help but sneak a glance at Louis lower stomach. He sees his hairy snail trial rise from his boxers and grow to wards his belly button. Harry was used to seeing this on Louis. He'd always catch a glance of Louis whenever he exposed any skin. He loved the way Louis stomach was covered in thick hair but never admitted the secret crush he had. However his expert knowledge on Louis stomach showed that something was different this Saturday evening. The usual flat, hairy stomach Harry had so often examined was replaced with a more rounded, soft version. His belly button looked deeper and when the stretch was over, his shirt didn't fall all the way back down to his waist. A small sliver of hairy stomach fat was left rolled up on the waist band of his boxers. Whilst Harry was going crazy with this revelation, Louis hadn't noticed and kept scrolling on his phone. Harry wasn't the only one who's attention was bought to the small roll of fat Louis had developed.

"Chubbing out a bit there Louis!" Liam giggles from down on the bean bag. With this comment, all the boys look over at Louis laid on the sofa still. A small round of chuckles can be heard from around the group, all apart from Harry (who is still perplexed by Louis changing figure) and Louis who went a little red and quickly pulled down his top. As he saw the other boys giggling at him, he tried to crack a smile and play it off slightly.

"Haha yeah..." Louis said, sitting up slightly uncomfortably and pulling at his top so the fabric doesn’t stick to his rolls.

"Must be the take outs we get every night catching up to you bro" Zayn says going back to his phone unbothered by the chubbing out Louis.

"Know its definitely catching up to me!" Niall says pulling up his shirt. All the boys immediately snap their heads over to Niall now, especially Zayn who puts his phone down to focus souly on Niall's. Zayn, just like Harry with Louis, had been sneaking glances at Niall for a while. Unlike Louis though, Niall had always been slightly bigger and very hairy. A pouch always would roll over his waist band but recently that little roll had grown into a round gut covered in thick hair. As Niall pulled his shirt up, he gave his gut a little shake to emphasise the soft fat that had developed on his frame. A grin was firmly on Niall's face as he showed off his body like he was proud of his lazy body. Louis was grinning slightly looking at his enlarged friend, feeling more comfortable with his body now.

Over the past few months, the boys had spent every day in their house, chilling, hanging out, playing games and eating like shit. Obviously this had affected some of the boys. The boys with the fastest metabolism, Zayn and Harry, had spent months eating take out with no noticeable affects on their bodies. Liam had avoided the gut early on. After the first month of lazing around, he noticed the softness growing on him and started hitting the gym every morning. He even noticed how the other boys, Niall and Louis, had started to put on weight and panicked that he'd grow into one of them. Unfortunately for Niall and Louis, they weren't blessed with fast metabolism or the will power to work out and diet so the fast food every night finally caught up to them and filled them out slightly.

Whilst the boys act like they aren't crazy about each others changing bodies, it was getting harder and harder for them to resist. Harry wanted Louis' soft body so bad and Zayn with Niall. Zayn and Harry even wanted the boys to get bigger and fatter and the feeling was mutual with Niall and Louis. Whilst Louis was embarrassed by his growing body, he liked the feeling of fat growing on his once skinny body. He never liked being skinny so the soft doughy body was met with excitement. Niall was more open about his expanding body and sometimes walking around shirtless, displaying his jiggling belly. The boys were changing and changing fast and it is all about to catch up to them...

That evening after their evening of sitting around and looking at each others bodies, they finally decided to make their way to bed. Zayn Liam and Niall all went to their side of the house where their bedrooms were and Harry and Louis walked to their bedrooms on the other side of the house. Harry and Louis doors were right across from each others in the hallway. They were chatting about something on their way down and were so engrossed in their conversation that when they got to their rooms, Louis just said to Harry to come inside whilst he gets ready for bed. Harry’s heart jumped slightly. He giddily followed his crush into his room. Louis walked over to his set of draws and started opening them, pulling out a pair of boxers. Harry shut the door and turned around just in time for Louis be in the middle of pulling off his shirt. Harry was now extremely excited by the sight of this. He didn’t have to catch a glance of him now, Louis body was on full display for him to enjoy. Louis was looking down at his little belly he has going and then turned to face Harry who was staring at him with his mouth slightly open. 
“You don’t think I’m fat do you Harry?” Louis says poking his gut. Harry could see Louis finger sink slightly into his hairy belly. He didn’t really have a response for him. “Like I know I’ve not got abs anymore” Louis says locking eyes with Harry as he moves closer to where Harry stood. “But it’s just a little belly right?”

“Urrrmm yeah… a belly…” Harry slightly moaned still eyes locked in on Louis belly as he moved from side to side with every step he took. 
“So you think it’s a proper belly then?” Louis says with a smirk getting closer to Harry. 
“No omg sorry no not a belly. Not yet…” Harry says getting a bit flustered now. 
“Not yet huh? What you gonna do fatten me up?” Louis is now less than a foot away from Harry. Harry’s heart was racing. 
“yea…” Harry whispers as he breaths out. He’s completely taken over by his pure horniness of Louis right now. What was he doing? Does he want this? Does he want Harry? Does he want to get fatter by Harry?

“Then stuff me into a fat boy” Louis head slips past Harry’s and he whispers into his ear. He slightly nibbles Harry’s ear lobe before putting his lips on his neck. Harry can feel Louis lips push hard on his neck, slightly sucking on him. Harry can’t help but moaned as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Was this actually happening right now? “What are you going to do to me Harry?” Louis says between breaths as he makes his way to Harry’s cheeks inching closer to his lips. 
“I’m gonna stuff you into the fat boy you are” Harry says finally finding his confidence. Just then he puts his lips and Louis lips and immediately makes out with his face. Their arms wrap around each others bodies as Harry is pushed against the door. Harry moved his hands across Louis body, rubbing his upper back, tracing his spine as it goes down and down to the top of Louis round ass cheeks. He moved to his sides and felt the softness of his new belly. 
Harry couldn’t wait anymore. His dick was aching from the prospect of what could happen. He wrapped his arms around Louis and picked him right up, he moved him over to the bed and pushed him down. The quick motion of this shocked Louis but further excited him. His belly jiggled slightly as he hit the bed. Harry wasn’t messing around now. He had waited too long for this opportunity. He grabbed the waistband of Louis joggers and boxers and yanked them off of Louis thick furry legs. He pulled his own top off and pulled his bottoms off too leaving them both stark naked, taking in their respective bodies. Harry had seemed to have lost his six pack too but hadn’t developed a belly just yet, unlike Louis. Louis had a thought however as Harry started kissing his inner thighs. Would be nice is Harry was to get a little bigger too. As this thought crossed his mind, he then felt Harry’s tongue push its way into his fat arse. Louis let out a loud moan as Harry’s tongue got deeper and deeper between the two globes. Harry was having the time of his life eating Louis out and feeling his fat ass pressed against his face. After a minute or two of going to town on his fattening friends hole, he stands up straight and pulls Louis legs over his shoulders. Louis is shocked by how confident Harry was in this field. It was a pleasant surprise and a very enjoyable one on his hard. Harry started with pushing his middle two fingers into Louis hole in preparation for his nob. Louis couldn’t stop him self from moaning he was so turned on. His dick was pulsating and leaking cum all over the rolls on his gut. It wasn’t long before Louis felt the warm pressure of Harry’s dick press against his hole and into him. His thick dick filled him up and pushed tightly against the globes he had for bum cheeks. The two boys were now moaning loud as the rhythmic fucking got faster and faster. Harry looked down at the chubby boy and saw the rolls formed across his once toned stomach and imagined a belly there. A round soft jiggly hairy belly that would wobble when they fucked. Louis looked up at Harry and pictured him more powerful and fatter. He thought about Harry’s belly one day slapping his thick thighs. His sweaty fatty body pushed against his. It was all getting too much for the boys to hold off. Harry couldn’t resist and unleashed his load deep into Louis body, letting out a roar of a moan as the sweat dripped from his forehead. Louis, without any helping hands, exploded all over his rolls, glazing them in hot white cum. Harry collapsed next to Louis and placed his hand on Louis cum soaked belly. He rubbed it back and forth, feeling the warm cum making his thick belly hair wet.

“I’m gonna make you one fat boy Louis” Harry said, still panting but smiling at Louis. 
“I can’t wait…” Louis said looking back at Harry. He decided to keep his fantasy of fattening Harry as a secret. He didn’t want Harry to realise what he was doing until it was too late and he was too fat to do anything about it.

Louis awoke the next morning. His eyes slowly opened. He was turned towards his room and quickly looked around it, still seeing his clothes from the night before on the floor. To his pleasure he also saw Harry’s clothes still scattered across the floor. As if on queue a rustle came from the best and Harry has turned around and wrapped an arm around Louis. His hand rested on Louis belly which Harry gave a squeeze in his sleep. Harry quickly pulled Louis closer to his body. Louis felt Harry’s morning wood press threateningly against his bare ass cheeks, not yet breaking the crack but resting in between the two small globes. The sensation alone brought back the memories of the night before, how insane it was that Harry was not only attracted to Louis but wanted him fatter. Louis also couldn’t get out of his head how much he wants Harry to plump up. That one day they could be in the same position but Harry’s belly pushing hard into Louis soft back. Louis was getting excited again and Harry knew it, even in his drowsy state. He soon woke up however as his hand wandered further down Louis belly and starts exploring the bush that lead to his hard dick. At the same time Harry’s dick started pushing deeper between the crack of Louis ass. Louis felt the pressure mount before it was finally broken and Harry had pushed his dick deep into Louis hole. As Harry pumped Louis dick he was pumping hard into his ass too. Louis couldn’t help but grin as the both soon came to a climax and Louis hole was filled once more with hot steaming cum. This really was perfect. He couldn’t ask for anything better. 

Louis decided to get up for a shower and left Harry to lay around in bed a bit longer. He grabbed a towel and made his way to the bathroom down the corridor. As Louis left his bedroom he caught a glimpse of Zayn also in the corridor. Zayn was stark naked, his perfectly round hairy ass softly jiggling as he walked back to his room with the clothes from the night before in his hands. Louis could’ve sworn he had come out of Niall's room however and him carrying his clothes would’ve made sense too. As Louis reached the door for the bathroom, Niall just unlocked it and came out. The two naked boys looked at each other as they both stood there. Niall had just showered and his body still glistened with the steamy water. Louis looked at how soft Niall’s middle was. It even was wide enough where he was starting to get love handles. “Oh sorry I didn’t realise you were waiting” Niall said quickly moving out of Louis way. Even in little moves Niall’s body jiggled showing off the weight he had seemed to gain over the last few weeks. Louis was the same though as when he stepped into the free bathroom he could feel is own soft middle jiggle too.


“Oh no worries I wasn’t waiting I just got here.” Louis said now standing in the doorway of the bathroom. 
“Oh good. You have fun last night then?” Niall asked with a little smirk. 
“What do you mean?” Louis said going a little hot in the face. 
“Don’t play dumb the whole house heard you two going at it last night. You weren’t very quiet” Niall was grinning as Louis face turned red. Before Louis could answer Niall said “don’t worry. If you actually listened you’d hear the same thing a few doors down. Enjoy your shower!” And with that Niall was jiggling back down the corridor to his room. Did Niall just confirm that him and Zayn were also getting it on. As Louis got in the shower his mind was racing with the possibility that Zayn and Niall could be in the same agreement as himself and Harry. Niall wasn’t a slim man and in fact in recent weeks had really started to plump up. Maybe it’s due to Zayns encouraging hands. Louis couldn’t believe what he had found out and quickly finished his shower to go back and tell Harry. 
As Louis rushed back down the corridor he was met with Liam walking down the corridor also naked (the boys were very comfortable around each other it seems) but much more toned that any of the other boys. Even Harry and Zayn had lost their abs.

“Alright chubs” Liam says poking Louis belly as he walked past. Louis grinned and the gave him the middle finger and Liam disappeared into the bathroom. Louis quickly went into his room and told Harry everything he’d found out which equally shocked Harry. What are the chances that 4 out of the 5 boys were all fucking and feeding eachother. This was about to become a lot more exciting. 

Been working on this story for a very very long time lol (some of you will be glad it’s finally being publish) but I really wanna put 110% into this story making sure to add as much detail and pictures as possible. This is only part one and there will be more coming over the next few weeks. I hope you guys enjoy how it starts and look forward to the next parts!

[moeitsu]

for the ask game :)

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon. But could you give us more on your chubby Arthur HC? I need more of that! Like right now! (But no rush, I just love big boy Arthur as much as you do)  🙏❣️

Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh I would absolutely love to dive into more chubby!Arthur HC's. He is so dear to me.

I got carried away with this, and sorta poured my heart into it. It’s basically just a love letter to my favorite husky cowboy <3

WC: ~3k

TW: self-esteem issues, body dysmorphia, ED, alcoholism, some NSFW at the end so minors beware.

I also want to add, these are all just personal self-indulgent headcanons. So some might seem ooc. Take it up with the council if that bothers you :)

When I say chubby/fat Arthur I mean that with my full chest. I'm talking a big boy— a soft curved belly, thighs as big as tree trunks, and a smooth jawline.

I want to point out, muscle and fat are not mutually exclusive. He can be fat and incredibly strong.

Standing at 6'0", Arthur is already an imposing figure. His healthy weight in the game is around 210-220 lbs, but let’s add 30 more—making him a solid 250 lbs (give or take).

Even in the game, his healthy weight would still be considered a giant of a man for that time period. So keep that in mind.

Most of that weight? Pure muscle. Beneath his soft exterior are abs of steel, and those biceps could crush skulls and give the best hugs.

He is simply just a very husky man.

Deeply, deeply insecure as all hell about his weight though. Especially with you.

Especially in the bedroom.

Arthur knows he is strong and muscular, but he fixates on the “softness” of his body. Believing it makes him less capable and less desirable.

But more personally, it serves as a constant reminder of his failures and guilt.

The gang’s comments about his appetite and size don’t help. He pretends not to care, but every jab chips away at his confidence.

He’s often seen as the "muscle," a human shield, or an intimidating force, hearing terms like “big oaf” and “dumb brute” far too often.

Absolutely hates the way his presence fills a small room.

These insecurities run so deep that Arthur refuses to take his shirt off in front of others. Always making excuses to keep it on.

His body is marked by lots of stretch marks. They trace around his sides, under his belly, thighs and shoulders. He’s grateful that his body hair covers most of them.

Some are so deep they’ve become scars.

Hyper aware and very self-conscious of them. He thinks they’re a sign of weakness and being too “soft”.

Always avoids looking at himself in the mirror. He struggles with feeling undesirable as it is, and his body only adds to that torment.

Arthur has an unhealthy relationship with food and struggles with control. His eating habits are tied closely to his emotions.

He tends to overeat to cope with intense stress, loneliness and guilt. Food is used as a comfort in these moments—but he doesn’t enjoy it.

Trying to fill an emotional void rather than physical hunger.

At other times, food feels like a reminder of his lack of control. And he deprives himself of a meal or two. Using hunger as a punishment.

Alcohol has played a part in his weight too.

Often seeking its numbness to drown out the hunger and the noise of his own thoughts.

The heavy drinking dulls his appetite and gives him an excuse to skip meals.

Though he’s known to engage in binge cycles when things start to get really bad. Overindulging in both food and alcohol to the point where he’s physically sick and emotionally raw.

Moments like this tend to isolate him from the gang. He’s unwilling to face questions and judgement so he withdraws and wanders off.

Sometimes he feels more confident after having a drink or two, the alcohol dulling his self consciousness. He hates himself for needing it, and when the false confidence fades he feels exposed.

Okay goddamn those were really sad, moving on now!

Arthur worries that his size intimidates women. Some admire his strength, while others hurl insults, leaving him to quietly fear his body might never be truly loved.

He’s too big, too rough, too much.

Sweats a lot too, he can’t help it. He’s hyper aware of his odor when he hasn’t had the time for a proper wash. And feels immensely embarrassed when other people comment on it or make a face.

Spends a lot of time comparing himself to other men. Especially ones more “acceptable” in the eyes of a woman.

Because of his size and his looks he goes out of his way to be gentle and soft-spoken around women.

(^^^this especially is so so so canon to me. He is ALWAYS respectful and gentle with women)

Constantly aware of his own strength, and oftentimes has to reel himself in so he doesn’t unintentionally hurt somebody.

Arthur is

without a doubt

the sweetest gentle giant when you get to know him.

It will take time, but when he finds a woman who accepts his body, he can be a very loving partner.

He sees you as something he can protect and comfort and care for. Someone who needs him not for his size, but for his heart.

Feeling comfortable in his own skin around you is one of the greatest things you could ever give him.

Very touch starved (ill talk more on that later) and loves to give you the softest warmest hugs.

Regardless of his reputation, he has very tender hands. Whether he’s sketching you in delicate strokes, petting his horse’s neck, tracing his thumb over your cheek, or holding your baby.

The same hands that safely cradle you every night.

Despite his relationship with food, cooking and eating are still things he genuinely enjoys.

Love to hunt and cook over an open flame. Nothing better than the taste of woodsmoke in fresh meat.

He also loves to share his food. He will always make sure you have enough to eat, and even offer his own plate if you are still hungry.

It brings him great joy to be able to provide for you.

Let’s move on to some silly sweet and smutty ones shall we? ;)

The fastest way to this man’s heart is when you cook for him.

Especially baked goods. Bake him a sweet homemade apple-pie with a thick vanilla cream on top and he's getting you pregnant. going to marry you.

You could literally be an idiot sandwhich in the kitchen and he would still praise your cooking through the roof.

Why? Because he’s already head over heels in love with you for making the effort.

He also has a huge sweet tooth. Peppermint candies are his kryptonite.

Arthur’s laughter is a full-body experience. His chest trembles, his belly shakes, his voice booms. It’s impossible not to smile and laugh along with him. His eyes crinkle in the brightest way, making his joy contagious.

His real smile is rare, but when it comes it makes your heart flutter because he is so unguarded and in the moment you can glimpse the man beneath the hardened outlaw.

Man is the ultimate heater!!!

He makes the best personal blanket. His body runs hot, and he’s the fastest way to warm your freezing hands—though he might grumble when you tuck them under his shirt, directly onto his soft chest.

Your fingers feel like damn icicles. But he just adores the way you melt into him.

Loves when you ask him to warm you up. Like yes please, let this man just hold you in a big hug and rub your arms, your legs, your back. Everywhere.

Until there isn’t a trace of your body left that hasn’t felt his loving touch.

On this topic ^

Arthur loves physical affection with you. He is so so touch starved, and he craves it more than he'll ever admit.

With others he tends to flinch away or shrug off their touch. It’s not necessarily a distrust, but more of a defense.

Freezes up the first few times you do touch him. Always afraid of ruining the moment.

You have to be patient with Arthur, touch means trust. And physical affection becomes a deeply emotional act for him—things he rarely felt in his life.

Every hug, kiss, touch (and sex) is very sacred to him.

Smell gestures mean everything to him, especially in the camp. He is not a big fan of PDA, mostly due to his own insecurities. But he is not afraid to hold your hand, kiss your temple, or playfully flick your hat.

Protective gestures when you’re out in public.

Such as resting his large hand on your back as you walk. Positioning himself so he’s always close to you. Moving you behind him when strangers approach. Holding you tightly at night.

Completely melts under your touch.

Loves when you play with his hair, kiss his forehead, run your fingers through his beard, and oh god please please touch his belly.

Tracing slow circles on his chest and down the soft curve is a surefire way to get this man on!top!of!you!

The first time your fingertips trail down his stomach he’s caught off guard by how sensitive it feels. He might be soft, but your touch sets his skin on fire.

Something about it makes him nervous yet excited. The way your hands glide over him with such care and adoration makes his doubts disappear.

For the first time, Arthur feels comfortable being shirtless. It takes him awhile to work up the courage, your words and reassurance helps enormously.

But ultimately he just craves the feeling of your hands on his bare body.

It feel like a sanctuary.

Where a woman praises a man.

Because she loved him something holy.

He loves to be skin to skin. Didn’t realize how much he needed it until you offered it to him. He finds himself seeking it out whenever he can.

Adores the feeling of your bare chest against his. The way your nipples peak and harden when they brush over his chest hairs.

Your warm breath against his neck puts him at ease and helps him relax.

SMUTTT!!!

This man is easily aroused.

He’s often overwhelmed with desire, feeling like a lovesick teenager. (He just wants to be loved so goddamn bad)

Whether it’s watching the curve of your ass as you bend over, eyes lingering on your lips while you talk, or catching the scent of your hair as you lean in to kiss him, Arthur is hopelessly smitten.

There’s really nothing you can do that won’t stir this man's cock.

Just watching you ride a horse makes the blood flow.

Arthur is nervous and very insecure about his size when it comes to sex. It would take awhile for him to work up to it. But these doubts can be kissed away with gentle patience and praise.

Personally, I think the ‘first time’ with you would be very hard for him. He is not a sex god (yet) and he’s a nervous wreck when it comes to being intimate.

I wouldn’t blame him if struggled with losing an erection when his doubts and insecurities became too loud. He would be so embarrassed and apologize a million times.

If he’s had any alcohol it only makes things worse.

Compliment him, tell him how much you love his body. How his arms make you feel safe, how his chest feels like home against your cheek.

Remind him that you accept and love every inch of him.

He loves to be praised. Arthur needs to be praised. It is his weakness and it makes him feel cherished and confident.

The love language he wants to receive is words of affirmation 1000000%

But don’t let him fool you, for as much as he loves it he will always out praise you. In the bedroom, in the kitchen, on a job. It never ends. That deep soft spoken timbre of his voice never fails to make your knees weak.

This boy is putty in your hands. Mold him into whatever you need him to be, as long as he’s yours.

When he feels your lips trace down his chest and stomach he is gone. He is completely owned by you.

His breath quickens. Cock twitching helplessly, thick and dripping with arousal. Just aching to be inside.

Once Arthur gets you below him it’s suffocating in the best possible way. Your body is completely consumed by him, like nothing exists beyond the two of you.

It's like he’s trapped you in his world and every mewl, moan and whimper you make below him is for his ears alone. When he groans into your neck you feel it in your soul.

You thought he was a big man?

Wait till he’s rubbing his cock along your folds and prodding your entrance. Wait till he’s breathing sharply through his teeth as he pushes the thick swollen head inside. Letting out a long, low groan as he carves out a space for himself within your body.

It burns white hot as he pushes in. The pain mingling with a pleasure that was born from an aching need for connection and trust.

A kind of fullness that just feels so right.

Oh but he’s kissing you and praising you and stopping to make sure you’re okay. Arthur studies your face, for any sign of discomfort. But when you give him the ‘ok’, he loses himself in your embrace.

Eager to show you the same love and devotion you’ve so freely given him. Sex is divine. It’s a moment of surrender. He lets go and he lets himself just be.

He’s not an outlaw, a gunman, a survivor—he’s just a man. Deeply in love with a woman.

Arthur spent his whole life putting up walls to protect himself. Being intimate with you means tearing them down, letting his darkest parts be seen. Scars and all.

Sex with a big man can also be awkward if you let it. Arthur is large, he takes up a lot of space. Certain positions can be hard. And softer body parts tend to move more during the act.

And that’s okay! Because you love every moment of it.

Every time you moan, kiss his neck, tug on his hair, rake your nails down his back, tighten your walls, cry out his name—he’s reminded that he is worthy of love.

Arthur never rushes through sex (unless absolutely necessary) It’s a time for him to show his adoration, to dote on you. To bring you to the edge of euphoria again and again until nothing else matters.

Those ocean blue eyes will tell you everything. His love, his fear, his gratitude. Holding his gaze is not only a huge turn on but very emotional.

You can feel the way his cock twitches inside you, and simultaneously his lip curls. Learn to read his face and you’ll know exactly when he’s about to come.

Not only will you feel it, you’ll see it in the way he loses control.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs, and his length has a lot to show for it. Arthur knows this, and he’ll spend his time getting you ready for him with his tongue and fingers.

Let the man eat you out as!much!as!he!wants!

There is no such thing as taking turns. Sit on his face, ride his goddamn nose. Squeeze his head with those beautiful thighs. Let him get drunk off that pretty pussy. The man fucking needs it.

Arthur is also a natural giver, but we all know that.

Big fan of slow, rough sex. Watching his cock slide out of your tight pussy, leaving just the tip before snapping his hips back into you.

Intoxication with how it steals your breath away with each thrust. The creamy sounds of your arousal mingled with your shaky moans make him go absolutely feral.

He has to grip the head board just to keep himself from breaking your spine with his strength.

Favorite positions are the ones where he can watch your face contort with pleasure. Often missionary or cowgirl. Sometimes doggy if he can put you in front of a mirror and make you watch.

Arthur’s vocal in bed, but only when there is little chance of being heard. He’ll sing for you when you’re alone in the wild, or cozied up in a hotel, he throws caution to the wind when you finally have your own home.

He whimpers too, and he stopped fighting them once he realized how much your cunt tightened around his cock in response.

Hear me out, after things are established between you and you’re both comfortable in bed. Sex becomes a very fun activity as much as it is a vulnerable one.

I’m not saying y’all would tell jokes in the middle (I think Arthur would be very serious) but the act itself is just fun.

Arthur’s watching your face twist in pleasure as you ride him. Sapphire blue eyes gleaming in the firelight, full of lust and hunger and something more playful. He’s gripping your bottom, initially helping your pace but now you’ve taken complete control. Using his body for your own pleasure, setting your own rhythm. Getting off on his cock.

“Yeah, you like that, huh sweet girl?” He coo’s, smacking a hand against your ass and gripping the flesh as it pillows beneath his fingers. “Like ridin’ my cock huh?”

You can only nod, and whimper out a broken “y—yes” mind too focused on not losing that pressure that’s steadily building in your belly. Rising with every bounce of your hips. Threatening to spill over at any moment.

“Yeah?” He repeats. A wicked chuckle escapes his lips. His large hands run down your chest and over your thighs, before crossing an arm behind his head. One hand still kneading the soft flesh of your waist. A smug grin tugging at his lips as he watches his cock disappear inside you. “Well go on darlin’, have your fun with me.”

Every deep groan rumbles freely from his chest as he watches you panting above him. Eyes full of love and adoration, he can feel you getting close. Gripping him so deliciously. “Fuck—Keep going baby. Keep fucking my cock with that tight pussy. You gonna come for me?”

Those words open the floodgates, your vision going blank as pleasure and stars exploded behind your eyes. Crying out his name. You hear Arthur’s stained voice as he finishes in you with a needy groan. “Th-that’s it. That’s m-my good girl.”

Aftercare king!

Arthur will wait for your breathing to slow before disturbing the peace. Letting you rest your head on his chest as he strokes your hair. He can feel your heartbeat in his belly and the feeling grounds him more than anything.

Will get you food, water, wet cloth, whatever you need. He knows you’ll be sore and exhausted the next day. It’s also his way of saying thank you for trusting him with your body.

Sex with Arthur comes with a great deal of emotion and trust. It’s one of the only moments he truly lets his guard down and lets the vulnerability’s surface.

It’s deeply personal, and he craves that connection more than anything. It’s his sacred right, his holy devotion.

Arthur loves being close with you, and he just loves you.

Over time he begins to see himself differently. He’ll never seem himself through your eyes. But instead of looking in the mirror and seeing a large, ugly, and broken man. He’ll see one worthy of love.

Instead of looking at his body and feeling shame, he’ll look at his belly and remember the tingling feeling of your lips. The soft pads of your fingers as you traced his sides, sending shivers that reached the base of his spine.

When he sees those stretch marks he’ll be reminded of how easily he can carry you. How he can provide food and shelter for you. How you’ll never have to worry because he will always shield you from the storm.

With time, he begins to take care of himself more. Drinking less, eating more regularly, and finding solace in his lover when he feels like he is slipping again. Trusting her to let him be broken and held.

Falling in love with you teaches him that healing isn’t a linear path. But your loyalty, love and kindness guide him far better than when he had been on his own.

Arthur’s finally found a place where he belongs.

And it’s with you.

That’s it folks, as you can see I’m very passionate about this subject. Ahem, if anyone would like a part 2 I would be much obliged :)

I touched on some of these HC’s in my Arthur x oc fic, if anyone is interested. I didn’t have time to dedicate the entire work to his body and self esteem issues. So this was very enjoyable for me!

[nethhiri]

Part 1:

Warnings: None

The last thing you remembered was passing out from hunger. You had lived in one of the small villages outside Wano’s capital. You were so hungry and starved that as a last resort, you decided to walk to the capital. If you could even get some scraps out of someone’s trash, that would be better than eating whatever roots you could dig up. Ever since learning what had become of Ebisu, you had avoided any of the adulterated fruit that was sent your way by the capital. Sometimes you had to resort to eating dirt to keep from feeling hungry.

The night wasn’t cold, yet you felt cold, with no fat to retain your body temperature and no energy left to create your own warmth in the first place. Your legs had given out not even halfway there, and now you crawled on the ground. This was your last chance to survive. You could either do this or eat the cursed fruit, and you would rather die than be doomed to laugh eternally.

Your crawling slowed until your stomach was dragging along the ground. Only your arms moved forward, scratching at the dirt, trying to move yourself forward. Oh well, you had tried. You blinked. That was weird, you thought your eyes were closed already. All you saw was black. My body is shutting down. You lay on the dirt, grateful to the sun for warming it during the day so that you might feel a modicum of comfort while you died. The sounds of the night abruptly stopped as footsteps approached. You hoped whoever it was didn’t bury you. The least you could do as a useless pile of bones was feed some hungry wild creature.

You had been floating for some time. Most likely on your way to finality. Curiously, warmth crept into your skin, then your muscles, and then your bones, or maybe it was the other way around. Wasn't it supposed to be cold? Death? You never really believed in the afterlife, but it was nice to feel something pleasant for once.

The sound of crackling and the feeling of more intense heat came from one side of you. A fire? Your head was propped up on something and you were under a blanket. Something was slipped between your lips and suddenly warm broth flowed slowly into your mouth. The taste of salt and umami took brief control of your mind and you were grabbing for the bowl to tilt it into your mouth faster. How long had it been since you had something warm in your belly? Something that wasn't rice or stale bread? You were slurping greedily at the liquid, nearly bringing you to tears with how good it felt to quell the gnawing of your hunger. Whatever your head was resting on shifted and the bowl was taken away from you. You whimpered after the bowl, wanting more, and tried to sit up but a hand placed over your forehead kept you in place. A hand? It was a very big hand. Was it... a god?

A shiver ran through you as some of the cool outside air streamed under the blanket. Oh. Your clothes were gone. And you felt... clean? That couldn't be right. On the other hand, you were in the afterlife so maybe you didn't need clothes and all the dirt and grime had been lifted from your skin. But if that was true, then why could you still feel cold, or hunger, or weakness?

You froze when you felt a finger trace down your cheek. It was thick and rough, and it made you uneasy. Yet, it was warm and caressed your skin with such gentleness that a sense of security bloomed. The hand was big enough to crush your throat with ease, and still, you were alive. The finger slid under your chin, propping it up so the bowl could be placed between your lips again. The hand let you have more this time. You took as much as you could before your stomach started to hurt, not accustomed to this much food at one time. It was only broth, but it was more nutrient dense than anything you had ever eaten. When you were done, the hand went on to stroke your hair until you fell asleep again.

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When you woke again, you were sure that this wasn't the afterlife. There was no fire and it was dark. You were cold and shivering. You couldn't move. There were ropes binding your wrists and ankles, though you were still under a blanket at least. Looking around the room, it was pretty bare. There was evidence that someone lived here, in the form of a few sparse cooking utensils and food sitting on a low table. The mat you laid on wasn't anything special, though it was essentially luxury to you, who hadn't slept on anything but dirt in the past.

Maybe you should have been trying to escape. Friendly people didn't usually tie anyone up. Your body was simply too weak, and it didn't seem like you had been violated in any way, at least not yet. The food in your belly had woken your mind up, but your body was lagging. You were so skinny that your skin looked like it was dripping off your bones. Trying to outrun starvation was the most moving you had done in a long time, usually staying as still as possible to conserve energy.

Soon the sky outside began to lighten. You could tell from the cracks in the thatching of the shack. That was when you heard footsteps returning. You scrunched to hide under the blanket as much as you could. The door opened and shut. A loud metallic clanging followed, then footsteps approached and you tensed. They lingered for a few seconds and walked away. There was a grunt and shifting noise as the stranger sat down. A short time after that, you heard the sound of chopping.

Building up the bravery, you slowly peeked around the sheets. You had to stop yourself from ducking back under them. There was a very large man covered in blood, sitting on the floor, chopping vegetables. He was turned so you couldn't see his face, but you could see he had long, fluffy blonde hair in a high ponytail. You could see his shoulders, how broad they were, and how much muscle rippled under the kimono he wore. You shuddered. You were right, he could definitely crush your throat, any part of you, actually.

When your eyes moved from his back, you saw that he was looking at you with piercing, unsettling blue eyes. Fear froze you. You didn't move, didn't say anything. When he turned back to what he was doing without so much as a word, you let the breath you were holding out. It was like he could sense you staring at him.

The man lit a fire in the hearth and tossed the vegetables he was chopping into a pot with some broth. He disappeared for some time again. At least the fire was warming the room. You sat up, holding the thin sheet to your chest with your bound hands, wondering where you were and who this person was that had taken you in. Whatever was in the pot over the fire was starting to smell good. You were so hungry. Your eyes found the scraps of what he had cut on top of the low table. He had been gone so long, and you had no idea when he would come back.

You thought you could inch your way to the table. The sheet tangled around you as you rolled and scooted across the short distance to the table. You were out of breath once you made it there. You had overestimated the amount of energy you had regained from the meager amount of broth you were able to consume. You mustered enough strength to pull yourself up to the table. There were scattered pieces of different vegetable scraps on the surface that you struggled to gather with your hands stuck together. You dropped the sheet you had been clinging to, choosing instead to snatch up the scraps and shove them into your mouth.

The door shut behind you, startling you. You dropped whatever was in your hands and hastily pulled the sheet to cover yourself, still chewing the bitter, raw food in your mouth. You half-turned, enough to see the man, who was now free of blood. His hair was wet and hung down well past his shoulders. He was so massive that you couldn't see the doorway behind him. You knew instantly that he had been a victim of the cursed fruit. His wicked-looking smile covered whatever real emotion he was feeling.

You flinched as he reached for your wrists, grabbing them in one hand. He lifted you off your feet and let the sheet fall to the ground. You shivered when the cold air hit your bare skin. You clenched your eyes shut, not wanting to be aware of what was going to come next or to see him looking at you.

His other arm slipped under your knees and scooped you up, bringing you uncomfortably close to him. Then, he placed you on top of the sheet on the floor in front of the fire, bringing the edges up over your shoulders and around you so that you were cocooned. He put the corners of the sheet in your hands so that you could keep yourself wrapped up.

That was not what you were expecting. You kept sneaking peeks at him while he focused on making food. He had a scruff on his chin that matched his hair. His jaw was strong and his nose was handsomely pointed. He was a little less frightening without blood all over him, though you could see that one of his arms was scarred and his unnerving smile never left his face. Every so often, as a result of the cursed fruit, he would quietly let out a haunting laugh.

The man drew a bowl of soup from the pot when it was done and sat next to you, turning you towards him by grabbing your feet and spinning you on your butt. He put a spoonful to your mouth and you sniffed it, unsure if it was safe to eat. You still didn't know what was going on, and although nothing happened last time, there was no guarantee that he hadn't poisoned or drugged it this time. Maybe his plan was for you to pass out and so he could take you to town and sell you. You had heard of that happening. Though, he was big enough, and you weren't much of a threat, so drugging was completely unnecessary.

He grabbed your chin impatiently and opened your mouth, giving you a spoonful. It was so good that every doubt left your brain and you barely chewed. Before you knew it, all shame had exited your body and you had your mouth open waiting for the next bite before he could refill the spoon. You didn't even care if he killed you at this point. You had a full stomach for the second time in two days, the best you had eaten in your lifetime. This stranger was better to you than any person in your village, who had completely ignored your starvation. You couldn't blame them really. They were starving, too.

After he finished the rest of the meal, he put the pot and bowl to the side and straightened up the bedding. He picked you up and placed you on top. You hadn't seen the blood on his kimono earlier because its color was so dark. He noticed you staring and pulled the kimono from his body. You quickly looked away, seeing that he had almost nothing on underneath. You saw his feet approach and you felt the blanket be lifted from your body. Your knees were pulled up to your chest trying to be as small as possible. You swallowed nervously when he knelt down in front of you. What was he doing? What was he going to make you do?

He pulled your legs out straight and pushed your shoulders down so you were laying flat on your back, exposed. Your lip started to quiver. Of course someone being kind to you would have a price. You waited for the feeling of his rough hands grabbing you and leaving bruises. Instead you felt the bedding shift as he laid next to you and pulled the blanket over you both. The feeling of his rough hands came, but it was to rub the soft skin of your stomach. He ducked his head under the fabric and half-sighed half-laughed as he laid his head down on your stomach. It couldn't be comfortable with how skinny you were, but the snores that came a few minutes afterwards proved otherwise.

Tears fell over your cheeks. You were so confused. Clearly this was a violent man, yet he was taking care of you. Any minute, it could be your blood covering his skin, no matter how doting he seemed to be so far. He had you bound, and did everything for you. It almost seemed like you were more of a pet than a person to him.

Next

[clearexpertarcade]

Stephen sank heavily into the couch, feeling his full stomach press against the waistband of his shorts. It was a familiar discomfort by now, a tightness that seemed to grow worse with each meal. He’d barely settled in before he found himself shifting, trying to find a position that wouldn’t press his belly so firmly against the unyielding fabric. But there was no avoiding it—the shorts were simply too tight, the button straining against the extra heft he’d packed on over the last few months.

Groaning softly, Stephen tried to control himself, feeling the weight of his swollen stomach pressing down on his lap. “I don’t need to eat—I don’t want to get fat,” he muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if saying it out loud might make it easier to resist. His hands settled on his belly, pressing into the soft flesh, hoping the touch would ground him, reminding him just how much he’d gained since starting college. His fingers dug in slightly, feeling the give beneath them, a tangible reminder of the pounds he’d piled on.

Yet, as he took a deep breath, his pants pinched sharply, digging into his skin with an uncomfortable bite. He glanced down and winced at the sight of the waistband, stretched to its limit and leaving angry red marks across his hips and lower belly. The shorts had once hung loose on him, the waistband barely touching his skin. Now, every inch clung tightly, pressing uncomfortably against his expanding waistline. Each time he sat down, it was a struggle to even pull them up, and buttoning them had turned into a nightly battle he was constantly losing.

With a reluctant sigh, he reached down and began to fumble with the button, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh that now occupied the space where his waist had once been. The button resisted, refusing to give, as if protesting the indulgence of his recent habits. With a quick tug, it finally popped open, and Stephen let out a sigh of relief as his belly spilled forward, freed from its cramped quarters. The sharp pinch of the waistband gave way to a lazy stretch, his stomach spilling out over his lap.

He traced his fingers over the red marks left by his waistband, his touch lingering on the soft, exposed flesh. The sensation was equal parts comforting and maddening—a reminder of how far he’d strayed from the lean, athletic figure he’d once been. He hated that he needed to unbutton his pants just to sit comfortably, hated how every pair of shorts now seemed to accuse him silently with their tightness. And yet, no matter how many times he promised himself he’d cut back, he found himself right back here, too full to think straight, his shorts unbuttoned, his belly filling his lap.

The scent of the food lingering on the table in front of him was intoxicating, the warmth of the greasy meal calling to him, urging him to take just one more bite. He squeezed his gut again, as if that would somehow quell the hunger gnawing at him, the urge to indulge “just this once”—like all the other times. “I shouldn’t,” he murmured, eyes fixed on the food. “I really shouldn’t.”

But before he could stop himself, his hand reached forward, almost of its own accord, picking up the food. He hesitated for a moment, then took a large bite, savoring the taste as if he’d been starving. The flavors washed over him, pushing aside the guilt and frustration, and he sank back into the cushions, chewing slowly, his hand still resting on his belly as if he could feel it growing with each bite.

Every time he told himself he’d stop, that he wouldn’t keep eating like this. And every time, he gave in, his desire to control himself fading the moment food was within reach. As he took another bite, he glanced down at the red marks, tracing them absentmindedly with his fingers, a reminder of how tight his pants had become. There was no hiding it anymore; he’d outgrown his clothes and his control in equal measure.

He shifted again, feeling the fabric bite into his sides, but even the discomfort couldn’t stop him. The satisfaction of the food overpowered the guilt, and he found himself sinking back, feeling every inch of his belly, the soft overhang pressing against his thighs, and the ever-present red marks left by his waistband—a quiet reminder of how far he’d let himself go and, perhaps, how much further he was willing to let himself fall.

[wakingpost]

List of the fruits to avoid during pregnancy

Here is the list of the fruits to avoid during pregnancy by the woman. Because this will help the child inside the womb to live peacefully and properly. Have a look at the same and continue reading the article till the end of the same. In order to know about the fruits that are required to be avoided by the pregnant lady.

 1. Papaya

 Papaya contains latex inside it. That can affect the premature compactions inside the womb. This is basically, very complicated and also dangerous for your baby or child inside your womb. 

 However, if you eat papaya in general then it is really very rich in vitamins and iron. It improves the metabolism and bowel movement inside the human body. But the same should be avoided during the time of pregnancy. 

 2. Pineapple

 The pineapple fruit is also not recommended for the pregnant lady because of certain major reasons. It contains some certain enzymes inside it, which creates issues with the texture or shape of the cervix of the child inside the womb. This might also lead to premature contractions or even the miscarriages also sometimes in some women. It is one of the fruits to avoid during pregnancy. 

 Along with the same, it also sometimes creates problems with diarrhea in the pregnant woman. And suffering from diarrhea can be the most uncomfortable and worst thing sometimes during the time of pregnancy. 

 3. Grapes

 Grape is one of the fruits to avoid during pregnancy. It should be especially avoided during the time of the final trimester. This fruit generates the heat inside the body, which is not at all good for the child inside the womb. Consuming grapes during the pregnancy is considered to be problematic and dangerous for both mother and the child inside the womb. 

Along with knowing fruits to avoid during pregnancy. A person should also understand and should know about the food items to be avoided during the time of pregnancy. In order to avoid the complications and stay away from the danger and also to keep the child away from all the problems. 

 List of the food items to be avoided during pregnancy 

 Here is a complete and also a proper list of the food items, which are important to avoid during the time of pregnancy. Have a look at the same. In order to know about the list of the major food items to avoid

 1. Variety of fish

2. big eye tuna

3. marlin

4. Swordfish

5. Mercury fish

6. king mackerel

7. shark

8. orange roughy

9. Gulf of Mexico tilefish

10. All the types of raw food and vegetables

11. Undercooked vegetables

12. mung beans

13. alfalfa

14. clover

15. Radish

16. Smoked seafood

17. Unpasteurized milk products

18. Soft cheese

19. Raw fruits and vegetables.

20. Raw sprouts

21. Salad made in a restaurant

22. Caffeine

23. Canned or packed vegetables

24. Any type of the raw meat

25. Hot foods such as papaya or banana

26. Alcohol

27. Smoking

28. Excess cheese products

29. Bigeye tuna

30. King mackerel

31. Marlin

32. Orange roughy

33. Swordfish

34. Shark

35. Tilefish

36. Anchovies

37. Catfish

38. Cod fish

39. Herring

40. Light canned tuna

41. Pacific oysters

42. Pollock

43. Salmon

44. Sardines

45. Shad

46. Shrimp

47. Tilapia

48. Trout

49. Raw fish

50. Contaminated food

51. Sea food

52. Junk food

53. Undercooked meat

54. Undercooked food

 Pregnancy is a very wonderful period of a woman’s life. But the complications and responsibilities are even more at this time. 

 Read more – foods that burn belly fat

[thefeedingfarm]

The fattening of @thickerthanbl00d:

This case was an example of a story that everyone has heard before. A professional soccer player gets injured on the field and can’t play sports anymore, so they decide to give up on their body and gain a few pounds. This resulted in a fat, gluttonous food whore that was starving to take the next step.

This story is about what happens after that. After they become addicted to gaining. After they absolutely HAD to become a blob.

In dire need of this conclusion, this guest contacted us, requesting “everything we can shove down their throat and all the domestication and dumbification therapy at our disposal”

We happily accepted, seeing someone like this as a challenge that we have to conquer.

Arriving at our facility, we immediately began the process.

Upon reaching their very own seclusion chamber, they were met with a table stacked high with a banquet. Steaks, piles of French fries, a few tiered cakes, fried fish, lobsters with bowls of butter for dipping (or drinking), and of course rolls with even more butter.

We planned to introduce a looping audio throughout the enclosure, pushing her to eat more and ensuring her that she had to become fatter.

Before we could even start she began to dig in, avoiding any plates or utensils, and instead grabbing as much food with her hands as possible and shoveling it down her gullet. Ripping at the steak like a wild animal and drinking the butter like it was quenching her thirst.

Her belly grew and grew, pushing into, then up on top of the table, her stomach groaning and bubbling, crying for her to stop.

But she didn’t.

After just two hours, every crumb was gone, and she just sat there picking her teeth with the carcass of a tbone steak.

Knowing she had to be close to breaking, we pushed on.

Carrying a gallon of melted ice cream and a funnel over to her, she just smiled, leaned back, and opened her gaping maw. Of course we obliged her, inserting the funnel into her mouth and pouring. There was no pause, just a continuous stream of warm, thick paste filling every crevice left inside her until it was all gone. Finally removing the funnel, she let out a heavy sigh and her hands flew to her impossibly stuffed belly. She could barely breathe and had tears running down her face.

We had found her breaking point. She was the most natural feedee we had seen, and we had to take advantage.

As she fell into a food coma, we began with the subliminal messages. So quiet you could barely hear them, but when she closed her eyes it was all she could hear and think. As she slept, a tube was slipped down her nose and into her stomach. From this point on, weight gain shake would constantly pump into her.

Next came the medications. Dronabinal to prevent nausea and the feeling of being full, Dexamethasone to ensure faster weight gain, and Mirtazipine to keep her happy, dazed, and even more excited to gain.

Finally the hormones. HGH to keep her growing as fast as a beef cow, Grehlin to make her constantly hungry, cortisol to increase fat retention, and of course estrogen to give her some real curves.

Now all we had to do was feed her.

She awoke the next afternoon in a confused state, everything felt off and nothing was right, but as soon as she smelled her breakfast everything clicked into place.

She began to beg and cry like a toddler, wanting nothing but to be turned into an immobile object that we could just shovel food into. As a tester, we placed a stack of French toast in front of her. In less than a minute the plate was licked clean, and she didn’t even use her hands.

Volunteer after volunteer brought food to her on platters and in buckets, and for over 20 hours she just ate and ate at an inhuman pace. We could tell that it hurt, that her throat and stomach burned from all the fat, and that she was barely getting enough oxygen between bites. Her body was streaked with very fresh, wide stretch marks that honestly scared us a little bit.

But the entire time, she smiled.

Thanks to the HGH and estrogen, her fat udders began to leak milk down her belly and onto the floor. We saw this as a waste, so we put pumps on her nipples to gather the milk and funnel it back into her.

At this point, the subliminal messaging had reached so deep into her core that she was always mind shatteringly horny, sopping wet from her aching vagina down to her chubby knees. Unfortunately she was too busy stuffing herself to solve this, so a vibrator was taped to her clit and a 10 inch dildo on a piston installed to fuck her as she ate.

The volunteers began to get tired, so a conveyor belt was installed that just dumped food straight onto the floor Into a pile for her to slop through like a pig.

For days this continued until after only a few weeks, she had become the perfect porcine princess.

Her days were just hours and hours of eating and cumming, then 12 hour food comas over and over again. Her mobility was destroyed and she was past the point of no return. Her brain had been broken. She was basically just a very obedient, pampered pet, hence why there are no quotes from her in this retelling of events.

To this day, this specimen continues to be constantly stuffed full and fattened until one day her body just gives up. Currently, she sits around 800 pounds, but we truly don’t know because of how fast she’s gaining. She’s honestly never conscious for more than an hour, and just constantly slurps from a feeding tube down her throat.

So, If this experience sounds exciting to you (and considering you’ve read the whole thing, it definitely does) please contact us so we can begin the process of bringing out your inner piggy!

[were--ralph]

ED survivor here

I've put in a lot of effort towards recovery and finally got to the point where I accepted that, no matter how much I engaged in those dangerous behaviors, I was never gonna be skinny because that's just not how I'm built. This acceptance didn't stop me from hating myself, it just made me realize the disordered habits weren't helping either.

But since following you, it's like every time I start to spiral about my body image and feeling unattractive, I simply think "wereralph won't stop posting about your body type, so clearly there's people out there who would be into you" and it stops the thoughts immediately. So I guess thanks for that? Keep sexualizing those strong fat men for me 🫶

I'm glad my horny posting has helped!

I don't really talk about it much, but as someone who had an eating disorder, it's weird looking back and being like "well that really never really helped" and feeling a little ashamed of it in retrospect. Like now i still do not eat a lot despite enjoying food, i just. don't like eating. like if i can avoid it i will as long as i can, which still isn't healthy but it's about as far as I can go now lol. At the time my mindset wasn't so much "i dont like eating" as it was just severely bad self-esteem, to the point i just felt like i didn't deserved to eat (insane behavior in retrospect, but a side effect of untreated severe depression), and just. went days without eating. There was a point where my party trick was being able to fit in a lampshade and it wasn't really funny as much as it made people realize " uhhhhhh this isn't good lol"

Now I just want a big belly so i can be hot and theres no cheat code so i just. have to eat, even though i still don't want to. I'm in such a weird spot mentally when it comes to eating, like i love big men i love big bellies, im wild about it. but. i do not want to see other people eat. it grosses me out a little, which im trying to work on, but in general it's why i can't get into like gaining/feeding stuff. Like i don't like going out to eat or eating with family or watching people eat on stream. it's so weird

but im glad you're on the path to recovery and me being a wild feral horny little goblin at 3am helps.

[luffysprincess]

a/n: this is v selfship coded. also i know it’s not thanksgiving yet but i had this thought the other night and had to write it down. also i can’t wait for thanksgiving dinner. literally drooling rn thinking about it ᡣ𐭩

“Look baby, I’m starting to show.”

You turn to the side in front of the mirror, your hands gently placed on the upper and lower curve of the bump of your belly.

“I’m at that stage where people are going to think I’m getting fat,” you sigh as your husband finally walks up besides you. Shoyo meets your eyes and matches your sigh, except his is because he’s reached his wits end with you.

“What on earth are you talking about? You’re not fat, princess.”

He gestures to the dining room you two previously emerged from as he continues.“It’s Thanksgiving. We’ve all got food babies tonight. I’d actually be a little disappointed if you didn’t. I worked hard on that creamed corn.”

“And it was fucking delicious,” you kiss his cheeks in appreciation, “but stop changing the subject and just pretend with me, Sho.”

“Pretend what?”

“That I’m pregnant. That’s the fun part about having a food baby, looking at your reflection and imagining you’re three months into your pregnancy.” Your hands remain on your stomach, moving around the food bump. “Don’t I look cute?”

“You are one weird woman,” he mumbles but moves behind you anyways. His arms come around your waist and his hands land on yours at the same time he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You look good pregnant. Very cute.”

“Right,” you wink at him in the reflection of the mirror before you.

“Sexy even.” Shoyo pulls you closer by the hips, enjoying the feel of your ass against his front.

“O-oh.”

It’s like holding you threw him out of his post-thanksgiving dinner haze. Feeling your bump, although not real, had him fantasizing about a world where you truly were pregnant. A world where a mini version of you and him was growing. A world where he put that baby into you. Fucked it into you himself. And now he wanted to make that fantasy a reality.

“Shoyo darling, what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

“Just thinking about you, and me,” you felt him gently kiss the side of your neck, lips dragging downard as he mumbled against your skin, “And me in you.”

“Behave. We’re not home Sho.”

“What if I don’t want to pretend anymore?” he ignored you, “What if you let me put a baby inside you? Right here, right now?”

The controlled front you were putting on was slowly breaking with every word he whispered into your ear. His voice, gravelly and thick with want had your knees trembling. But when he nibbled on your earlobe, careful to avoid your earrings, you almost wanted to take his offer.

That is until Natsu walked out of the kitchen and into the hall looking for you two. Hearing her voice calling you back for dessert woke your conscience up. That’s right. You’re in your in laws house. You absolutely can not fuck your husband against the hallway walls with the family just two doors down.

But Shoyo’s mind has been set, and when he wants something, he’ll get it. It’s how he got you in the first place. So instead of joining your in laws for dessert, Shoyo yells out something about you feeling sick and pulls you out to the car with him.

The drive home is fast and maybe he runs past one or two red lights. It’s not his fault, he just really really needs to get home right now. There’s a part of him that desperately needs to be inside you.

You ask him about the dessert he’ll be missing out on—you know his favorite part of the holiday is the cherry pie and ice cream—but he just waves it off with some comment about how he’ll be having a different type of dessert tonight.

And dessert he did have, because filling you up over and over again just wasn’t enough for him. He had to taste himself from your sweet hole before starting all over again. He was determined.

Tonight he would get you pregnant.