#hyper fats

[envihellbender]

Martin washing a barely mobile John

Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathon Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Content: hyper fats, extreme weight gain, kink but make it fluffy

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“Martin, as flattered as I am I’d appreciate it if you stopped leering at me and helped me undress,” John scolded, but when Martin looked up he said it with a fond smile on his adorable fat face. His chubby cheeks almost covered his eyes and his thick, plump lips contorted into a beautiful grin.

“Oops, sorry,” Martin said in response, a mischievous smile saying he wasn’t in the slightest. He helped John pull his black and white striped t-shirt over his head, pulling against his fat as it kept getting caught and swallowing and letting out a sharp breath as he was hit with the smell of John’s sweat from his wet rolls and his damp clothing. The scent made Martin gasp and his cock tightened a little on instinct. John’s chest heaved as he became exhausted from lifting his arms so much.

“Need a minute, babe?” Martin asked. John nodded, his lips parted as he managed to get his breathing under control. Martin waited patiently, the next part required the most exertion from both of them so he didn’t want to go forward until John was completely ready. Luckily, they had safety bars installed for John to put most of his weight on to, but it still required more heavy lifting than Martin was entirely used to. He was getting better, his biceps getting more defined these days than they ever had in his life… but helping to steady his six hundred and fifty eight at last count pound boyfriend was a different matter entirely.

“Okay, I’m ready,” John said taking a deep strained breath. He rested his bloated huge hands on the two reinforced bars and slowly lifted himself up. Martin aided him by resting each hand underneath John’s overgrown biceps. After that Martin got on his knees. He let out as a gasp as he lifted John’s gut and got a mouthful of the heavy sweat, the musk always made Martin’s mind become something akin to a warm, pleasant static. Like a mixture of an old television and a warm fire. He swallowed and tried not to focus on how much he desperately wanted to fuck himself on John’s folds. He went to unbutton John’s trousers and discovered the burton had burst from them anyway, meaning he just had the task of pulling down John’s trousers and underwear. His fingers brushing against his behind, and thighs. When they got to John’s knees, Martin shuffled backwards so he could see John over his stomach.

“Okay you can sit down now.”

“Thank God.” John almost fell backwards onto the bench, there was a loud crash but nothing broke or creaked. The workmen weren’t wrong when they said it would withstand up to three times John’s weight with ease. Martin removed John’s trousers, underwear, and socks. He gathered the circus tent size clothes and bundled them into the washing basket. He couldn’t suppress his grin and his hazel eyes darkening in lust as he took off John’s glasses and saw his naked body. He adored seeing how the fat sagged downwards, a huge pile of adipose all being weighed down by gravity.

“Comfy?” Martin asked, John nodded and closed his eyes as Martin turned on the shower, the water against John’s skin aroused him even further, making Martin’s breath shake and his lips dry. He got closer, washing John’s hair, his fingers brushing against fat bloated cheeks and neck rolls. He gently pushed John’s head backwards as he rinsed his hair, before massaging face scrub and face wash into John’s cheeks. With every roll Martin lifted and scrubbed underneath of, every chunk of adipose he scrubbed into cleanliness, his cock twitched and almost screamed for attention the entire time.

“Mm. Nearly done,” Martin said as he was rinsing off the soap from John’s body. As he did, an adipose ridden hand rested on the small of his back and pulled Martin as close into his wet body as he could.

“You’re getting your clothes wet,” John pointed out. Martin giggled and grinned.

“Tell me about it.”

“I- that’s not- I wasn’t talking about your penis!”

“Penis is not a sexy word,” Martin teased.

“I was- I was just thinking you could… undress maybe,” John replied, his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Martin pulled his Chainsaw Man t-shirt off over his head and discarded it. He had never felt attractive and small before, but next to his handsome, almost immobile boyfriend he felt like they were the most beautiful couple in the world.

[saydesole]

Healthy Foods

[wrayet]

running out of treats is completely unacceptable with a dragon in the house

[fatfurfoof]

hyper butted wolfe

her own couch?!?!?!?

[imjustudders]

It's impossible to tell how long you've been in that basement. The days seem to blur together, to the point where not even sleep properly serves to mark the passage of time. You usually pass out after He breeds you, after he ruts into you like the livestock you've become, and there's no way of knowing just how long you're asleep for.

You used to hold out hope that you'd be rescued one day or that, at some point, you'd be able to escape. But you know now that both of those things are absurd. After all, your udders have gotten so big. Too big. They're massive, huge, too big to even get your arms all the way around them. They weigh more individually than the entire rest of your body, and that's when all the milk has been drained out of them. When you're fully engorged, swollen to the point where you feel like you're about to burst, the idea of lifting even one of them seems ludicrous.

The worst part is how much you're starting to enjoy it. The sensitivity of your huge, swollen teats is higher than ever; hooking you up to the milking machine is tantamount to edging you, filling your mind with so much pleasure that it breaks in half. You can't think. You can't worry. All you can do is play with yourself, humping against your own hands, and wait for Him. Your master. Your owner. The man who rewards you with his cock every time you Moo for him. He fucks you. He breeds you. You feel your body stretching to his shape as he pushes his cock inside you, your body instinctively knowing which muscles to tense to draw him as deep inside you as it can. You need his cum. You need him to breed you. Your higher thoughts are slowly being eroded away until all that's left is the singular need to be a good fucktoy for Him and earning his load deep inside you.

this is basically 80% of my biggest fantasies so tysm for this ask i very selfishly got off to it twice before i posted here

[sketchydrawgonartist]

so like...

big paws?

[dilfcherricola]

I think there’s also a conversation to be had about how people think androgyny is waify and thin and wolf cuts and eyeliner. like some people are butch. some people have crew cuts and body hair and tits to the moon. or beards and hourglass figures.

i feel like everyone is all uncomfortable seeing people who are androgynous in a non tiktok kind of way but thats most of the androgyny i know! i know normal people who arent put together 24/7 who are androgynous in sweat pants and sundresses and first thing in the morning. there is more than one way to be androgynous and it isnt always a choice.

[chubunited]

Completely random question, and apologies if this question is a bit too presumptive, but isn't fat fetish art fatphobic? Because it drives common stereotypes about fat people, as well as objectifying them? I read off of a blog post for a fat activist blog, and became curious on the perspective of a fat fetish artist.

Honestly i think this is a great question when taking into account this stuff. Personally, as a fat person I find the celebration and attraction to my body type to be fulfilling and self-affirming. This is a me thing, but personally i dont consider my attraction to fat people as a fetish, more just a preference in attraction.

I think it’s unfair to label all fat attraction as fatphobic, that seems reductive to me. Are there people in the community who are fatphobic? Absolutely. But i think the attraction to those body types and fatphobic behavior are totally separate.

I think that if someone whose fat finds that kind of depiction and attraction uncomfortable and/or doesnt want that kind of interaction with this community, thats 100% fine. But i think its important to realize the difference between ‘this is actively oppressing people’ and ‘this makes me uncomfortable’. It needs to be recognized more often in discussions like these. Especially considering what one person finds restrictive, others may find freeing and empowering. No two people are going to have the same experience in that way.

I hope that answers your question!

[nocofamilyau]

so much for his day off, eh? (1/8)

[13uckaroo]

Hyper space heft. 🚀 Sketch sequence for @/CommanderWyn on Twitter.

[aibigbois]

A mountain of a man

[deepgardenzero]

Henry is really packing it on

[bunnybelliii]

hungry 🤤

ft the crumbs from the bag of chips lol 😭

[sketchydrawgonartist]

join me for *more* webfishing!!

jeez, webber's getting bigger...

code: NKJ1T

[mintmeat]

20 - Corpulent

The surprise meeting was a shock to both of them. Not an unpleasant one, they were glad to see each other, but Vaughn was not used to Gauntlets new figure, and Gauntlet was not used to overshadowing Vaughn's size at all, let alone being at least triple the mass!

featuring a cameo from @yuckybusiness2 's Vaughn thank you for being a part of the adventure!!

[wadefoxie]

Sun's out! Thanks to GrayGuava for this!