#i am so jiggly. so so so jiggly!!! and i love it!!!!

[housecow]

the little slap sounds my belly makes on my thighs and fupa 🥺🥺

[neverendingford]

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[nkogneatho]

"𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄"

—a/n: self-indulgent because i hate my belly sometimes. so here you go. feminine terms. body dysmorphia.

sometimes you hate your jiggly fat body, and you wonder if you're even worth for someone like toji who has the most perfect build.

when toji comes out of the shower, your eyes oh so lovingly scans his body. how his muscles flex when stretches his arms. how the towel hugs his lower abdomen, offering you a sneak peek of his happy trail, his v-line making you gulp air. wet droplets raining from his hair, grazing his sharp nose, trailing down then getting lost in his cleavage. wait cleavage— god! his tits.

"watchu starin' at naughty girl?" toji walks closer and pecks the top of your head.

"just admiring how perfect you are." you shoot a smile at him that he melts at. you've been dating for so long that it doesn't take toji more than a second to recognize something bitter about your mood even when you are portraying the oscar worthy smile.

"spit it out. what is your little brain cooking again?" he says playfully. you hesitate but you know he won't give up till you tell him.

*sigh* "it's just...you're so dreamy. your body..." you squeeze his bicep,"is so perfect. and look at mine. do you never hate how it looks?"

toji starts chuckling out loud. a pit forms in your stomach waiting for him to clarify his reaction with words.

"are you joking? y'know you look like a goddess, right? and i am not saying this comfort you. i mean it." he sits down next to you at the edge of the bed. "wanna know a secret?" you nod.

"i hate my body." you gasp. how? why? "it's true. i became strong to survive. to become valuable, because i was told that i am useless with no jujutsu powers. soon it became a necessity because i was scared and i needed to protect myself" he grabs your hand and places them between his palms. "i love you and every cell of your body." toji rests his hand on your belly.

"i am jealous of you because your body was nurtured with love. mine was fueled out of fear. i worship you so don't hate my temple."

you tear up at his words. he is right. the grass is always greener on the other side.

"toji, my love. if you ever hate something about yourself, don't worry. i'll love it for you."

[hyukalyptus]

yes, please — soobin x fem!reader | est. relationship. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. idol!soobin, nonidol!reader, chubby!reader, jiggle, talks of his abs, reader wears lip gloss, tiddylover!soob, slight exhibitionism, kissing, pet names (baby, love, good boy), some choking, mouth covering (with a hand), dacryphilia, cunnilingus, fingering, licking, soobin tastes sweaty and reader likes it, unprotected sex (pls don't do this), soft dom!soob, nipple play, spanking, creampie, lmk if there are more. notes. smut under cut. wc. 3.2K

“Can you stop?” you ask Soobin sitting on the couch across from you in a small dressing room. Still catching his breath and wiping sweat off his forehead from the concert, he runs his fingers through his damp hair.

“Stop what?” He asks, not looking up from his phone.

“Stop being so pretty.” You bite your lip. “You’re driving me crazy.” 

Flashing you a knowing smirk, he asks, “Am I?” He leans forward on the couch, his hand sliding up your thigh feels like someone poured oil on your body and lit a match. The squeeze he gives it is especially too much, making tingles run throughout your whole body. Meeting his gaze, your faces are inches apart from each other while you noticeably glance down at his lips. Those perfectly pillowy and pink and heart-shaped lips that always beg to be bitten and kissed. 

“Well, you were when you were wearing that pink sparkly, velvety thing, but now��hm,” you lean back, crossing your arms. “I’m not so sure this is doing it for me,” you say, looking over his post-concert black t-shirt and shorts—which, let’s be honest—is doing it for you. He doesn’t wear shorts often, but when he does, your tummy does backflips. 

“You know you love this outfit,” he smirks, rolling your chair closer to him. It takes everything in you to keep from wrapping your legs around his hips right then and there, but you're not giving in yet. Well, not fully. You can’t stop your fingertips from gracing his thigh. “I know you love my thighs.”

That jerk.

His eyes roaming your face, he lingers on your lips, but still. You’re not giving in. Shrugging, you nonchalantly lean back against the chair, crossing your legs. 

“Fine,” he chuckles. “If you really don’t like my outfit, then,” he shrugs, unlocking his phone again. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help you." Crossing one leg over his other knee, his shorts ride up, exposing his thigh. Deliberately moving his t-shirt to the side, he exposes his collarbone, making your breath hitch.

He thinks he’s so slick.

“I know what you’re doing,” You roll your eyes. “It’s not gonna work.”

Refusing to look at you, he says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.” His voice is sweet as honey despite his obviously evil intentions. Maybe not evil per se, but certainly not sweet-as-honey intentions. 

“Hm.” You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes floating across his broad shoulders and collarbone. You practically salivate thinking about the saltiness of his skin after shows. The muscles in his arms are more defined from performing and his veiny hands are screaming at you. You just want them around your neck. 

As you stare at his hands, his fingers stop tapping the screen of his phone. He peeks at you through the hair that fell in front of his face, but his eyes quickly shift to his phone screen when he notices you looking. Resting back against the couch, he takes a deep breath, scrolling through his phone again.

“It’s kinda hot in here, huh?” You ask smugly, lifting your sweatshirt off, the thinness of your tank top barely covering your bare chest and hard nipples. Stretching your arms above your head, you push your chest out, catching his eyebrows raise, but he’s not giving in either. 

No matter how tempting your full, bouncy, and jiggly your tits are. No matter how absolutely squeezable they look. No matter how much he wants to feel your hard nipple against his tongue. 

He’s not giving in. 

Walking to your tote bag in the corner of the room, you bend so your ass faces him, your jeans hugging your curvy hips perfectly. You search for your lip gloss before gliding it over your lips, completely ignoring how obviously he’s ogling at you. 

Damn, those lips would look so pretty wrapped around his cock, hm?

Looking over your shoulder, he changes his attention again, acting like he wasn’t staring at you.

“You okay, babe?” you ask. He presses his lips together, exasperating. He looks so cute when he’s flustered. All blushy and smiley and dimpley. 

Striding over to him, you rake your fingers through his hair, tracing his jawline, swiping a thumb across his perfect bottom lip. His mouth stays open by itself as you say, “You seem kinda…feverish.” His breath is heavy again, his eyes looking up and down your body, tracing every bump and curve.

He whispers your name.

“Yes, babe?” Bending over, your shirt hangs off your chest, giving him easy access to look at your bare tits being deliberately pressed together by your upper arms. 

He swallows hard, looking up at you through his eyelashes and stutters, “You, uh, you dropped your phone.” God, he loves your tits. Always have. Always will. They fill his big hands beautifully. They taste delicious. They bounce gorgeously when he fucks you in missionary. 

“Ah, thank you, baby,” you smirk, picking it up, showing off your ass again. He slides down the couch again, blowing air out of his nostrils. While he reaches for a water bottle on the coffee table, you plop back down in your chair. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure,” he says, inching closer to you, clearly puckering his lips. He knows how much you love them. He even goes so far as resting an arm above your head, pulling his shirt up to show off his toned stomach. Geez, he really is being obvious today. 

“I just wanted to say,” you start as he attempts to slyly move his shirt up, exposing more and more skin. “I can see what you’re doing.” Pulling his shirt down with an eye roll, you continue, “Anyway, as I was saying.” He stretches, rubbing his tummy— “Are you trying to seduce me with your tummy?”

“You’re the one that loves my tummy,” he says, holding his hands up.

“It is really cute,” you giggle, your cheeks turning rosy. 

“Cute?” He asks, fake offended. 

“Sorry, sorry. It is really sexy,” you correct yourself, tracing a finger over his muscles. “So you are trying to seduce me?” You smirk. Opening his mouth to say something, nothing comes out and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Well, you were trying to seduce me with your booty.”

“You were doing it first with your—” you say, pulling your tank top to the side to expose your collarbone.

“And what about your oh, Soobin, it’s so hot in here,” he mimics your accent, stretching his arms above his head, pushing his chest out. Then he pretends to put lip gloss on with an imaginary applicator. “You look kinda feverish,” he says, making kissy noises.

“You’re the one who threw your thighs at me!” You giggle. “You know you have dancer’s legs.”

“Well, you threw your boobs at me,” he says. “You know you have…boobs.”

Rolling your eyes, you say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I did not throw my boobs at you.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah,” you smirk, your gaze lingering, eyeing each other up and down. “Do you wanna have sex or not?” He looks at you innocently, his eyebrows barely raised.

“Yes, please.”

“Then get over here, boo,” you giggle, holding your arms out to him. He stands from the couch, swiftly locking the door. Striding closer to you, he lifts you into his arms, running a thumb over the apple of your cheek before pressing his lips to yours.

Those perfect lips you’ll never get enough of. They’re soft and smooth and mold perfectly to yours. They were made for you. 

Holding you tighter, he slowly turns both of you, pushing your back against the door roughly, a gasp leaving your lips. His hand snakes into your hair, pulling your head to the side to trail his lips down your neck. Pushing your shirt up desperately, your chest is exposed, his mouth immediately finding your nipple. 

Crouching lower, he kisses your belly, a warm, fuzzy feeling flourishing inside while his lips linger at the top of your jeans. Unbuttoning them, his nails dig into the squishy part of your hips, dipping his fingertips into your waistband. Pulling your jeans off your legs, he throws them behind him.

“Aw,” he chuckles and you look at him questioningly. “These are cute,” he says, running his thumb over your lilac panties covered in tiny blue butterflies, complete with a little bow on the front. Your cheeks turn bright red.

“Soobin—” you exhale. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” he smiles,  glancing up at you from between your legs, kissing you on the outside of your panties, your hands pulling on his hair. “They’re really cute.”

“Please, babe…” you whisper.

“You’re begging now?” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You have to be quiet.”

After pulling your panties down, he flicks his tongue over your clit while you rush to cover your mouth to muddle your moans, your eyes squeezing shut. Sliding a finger inside you, he chuckles at your desperate attempts to stay quiet. 

Fuck, he gives such good head. And he knows it too. He knows how much this drives people crazy. How good he can make someone feel with just his mouth. 

Licking his finger clean, he reaches up to squeeze your tit, forcing a grown out of you. Someone walks right outside the door, and you panic, glancing around the room. Hands suddenly restless, his tongue never stops flicking your clit, drawing you right back in. 

Trying to control your movements and noise, your back arches and little whimpers sneak past your lips. You can’t help it. He’s way too fucking good at this. 

There’s a knock on the door. You gasp quietly, covering your mouth again and look down at him. He holds a finger up to his pouty smile slicked with your wetness and  he shushes you, your heart racing. They knock again, but his tongue returns to your clit, making the challenge of staying quiet impossible.

“Soobin?” The person outside says, jiggling the door handle, your breath shallow at the thought of them walking in on you. He ignores them, squeezing the widest part of your hips, increasing the pressure of his tongue.

Pulling his hair to force him to look at you, you raise your eyebrows, tilting your head toward the door. Standing, he whispers, “It’s fine. Just stay quiet, okay?” Pressing his lips to the sensitive skin right below your ear, his breath on your neck sends shivers down your spine.

It takes everything in you to admit this, but you whisper, “I think you should go.” Your chest heaves, but he just shakes his head, covering your shoulder in sloppy kisses, relief running through your veins. 

It’s his decision at this point.

“At least fuck me against that wall,” you point your head in the direction of the wall across you. “I think it’ll be obvious from the outside if you fuck me against this door.” 

He chuckles, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Lifting you into his arms by your fingertips, he presses you against the wall opposite of you, massaging your tits. Attacking you with his lips, your chest warms and your shoulders relax at his touch. He pulls away from you, tugging at your bottom lip, making you giggle with him, fingers fumbling with the waistband of his shorts. 

He pulls his shorts down to his thighs, gliding his hard cock over your pussy. Your arms instinctively snap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as you sink your teeth into his shoulder.

“Call me crazy,” you sigh, looking into his heavy eyes, glancing down at his swollen lips. “But you always taste so good after shows,” you whisper, dragging your tongue across his collarbone, his chest shaking with his chuckle. Tongue covered in his sweat, salty and mineraly, and absolutely delicious. 

Holding your leg in his arm, he uses his other hand to cover your whimpers as he slides inside you, not giving you the usual opportunity to adjust to the feeling of him. You simply feel too good right now. But of course—

“Feel okay?” He asks under his breath, always ensuring you’re having as good of a time as he is. He still refuses to move his hand, only looking for that gentle nod you give him. But he can’t resist kissing you.

Moving his hand from your mouth to your cheek to pull your face closer, he presses his lips to yours again, kissing your furiously, moaning against your lips.

Pulling on his hair, you whisper, “If I’m not allowed to moan, you’re not allowed to either.”

“Fine,” He chuckles. “No moaning.” Thrusting into you deeper, he circles your clit with his thumb, making your head reel. You gasp, biting your lip to keep the no moaning deal you just made. Pressing his forehead to yours, your shared breath on each other’s lips, his thumb moves to circle your nipple, the teensiest, tinsiest moan leaving your mouth.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he shushes you again and you roll your eyes, your hand snaking into his hair, gently tugging at it. As soon as he’s gotten used to not moaning, you pull his hair hard. Gritting his teeth, he hisses, making you giggle.

That would usually draw out an embarrassingly pathetic, utterly sexy moan from him, but— “Aw, you’re being a good boy and controlling yourself tonight, hm?”

His smile drops, his eyes turning dark as he pulls out of you to turn you around. Quickly pushing your chest against the wall, he thrusts inside you again.

“Fuck—” you start, but he shushes you harshly. Looking over your shoulder, he eyes your body up and down, thinking about something, but you just don’t know what. Pulling out of you as quickly as he pushed inside you, he turns you back around and lifts your leg to slide back into you.

“I need to see your face when you come,” he says.

There’s an edge to his smile. Your leg that’s still on the ground shakes from holding yourself up for too long, your head is spinning, your chest is on the verge of exploding.

Then he wraps his fingers around your throat, pressing your neck with your fingertips gently, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The pleasure is too overwhelming. How deep he is, his hand on your neck, your tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. All of that paired with the fact you’re not allowed to make any noise is killing you. The corners of your eyes start to burn.

A few tears stream down your face and he slows his movements, loosening the grip on your neck, looking over your face, noticing the sparkle of pleasure in your eyes, the satisfied smile on your lips. He whispers in your ear, “Do I feel that good, baby?” You nod, pressing your hand to the outside of the one around your neck, silently telling him to tighten his grip.

He picks up speed again, kissing your tears away.

“So good,” you say, managing to keep it at a whisper as your eyes squeeze shut.

Reaching a spot deep inside you, you grit your teeth, your head falling back against the wall, pulling his hair harder than you ever have to let him know how close you are. Lifting your shirt frantically, his tongue finds your nipple while you rub your clit in circles, desperately chasing your orgasm. 

The fire in your stomach builds faster and faster, sparks flickering all the way to your toes. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his, touching your foreheads together.

Your walls clench tighter around him while he covers your mouth with his palm, his deep, dark eyes meeting yours to tell you to come.

He finally pushes you over the edge, coming hard around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Muscles tense and aching as he fucks you through your orgasm, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your entire body. 

Catching your breath, he moves his hand to let you smirk at him, his eyebrows furrowed, still focused on chasing his own high.

Burying his face in your neck, he kisses you over and over again, steadying your breath, a low groan coming from his throat. Lifting up to look at you, he says, “You feel—” But before he can finish his sentence, you cover his mouth with your hand.

“You gotta be quiet, baby…” you giggle as he drops his forehead to your shoulder.

“Come here,” he whispers, pulling out of you, bending you over the armrest of the couch and you shake your ass for him. He gives you a loud spank and you turn around to narrow your eyes at him gritting his teeth and eyes widening. “Oops.”

Pressing your lower back, he pushes himself inside you, legs shaking underneath him. He reaches the speed you know he likes, gripping a handful of your hair, holding back his moans. The grip he has on your ass tells you he’s close. 

Whispering little encouragements as he chases his high, his hips stutter against your ass. With a few final thrusts, he says your name, twitching and bucking his hips as he finishes inside you. The tight grip he has on your flesh releases as he comes down from high high. 

Slowly sliding out of you, he lifts you so your back presses his chest, kissing your shoulder.

Turning around and resting on the armrest, you pull him closer as his chest heaves, catching his breath. He presses his forehead to yours, his breath gracing your lips before he gently pecks them, warmth bubbling in your stomach, rushing to fill your body. 

Swaying side to side, he kisses your forehead. His eyebrows furrow, pressing his lips together, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs before he asks, “You okay?” 

“Of course,” you answer, pecking his lips. “Why?”

“You were crying.”

“Yeah,” you giggle. “Because it felt so good. I thought you knew that?”

“I thought so,” he nods. “I was just making sure. It did kinda scare me.” He pouts.

“Aw,” you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry.” He smiles, shaking his head. “Thank you for choking me, babe,” you say sweetly, trying to lighten this slight awkwardness. He’s still a bit unsure about you crying, but he knows it’s one of your things. It does turn him on knowing his cock brings tears to your eyes, but it can still be a shock sometimes. 

“Thanks for pulling on my hair,” he says, turning to pick up your panties and jeans. When he hands them to you, there’s a glimmer in his eye that makes you feel like the only person in the world that matters. You love that he can do that. That he can make you crumble underneath him to the point of tears, then look at you and tell you he loves you without saying a damn word.

After getting dressed, he’s gathering his things, singing songs under his breath. You hug him from behind, your arms wrapped around his waist. 

“You were so sexy tonight, babe,” you say, laying your cheek against his back.

“I know,” he says proudly, wrapping his hand around your forearm. He turns around, looking down at you with the cutest, sexiest eyes. “Thanks for coming everywhere with us. It has been so much fun having you at all our shows.”

“Ah, really?” you giggle. “I was worried I was kinda getting in the way.”

“What? No, of course not,” he says. “You’d never be in the way.”

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Full

I can hardly breath. My stomach hurts. I’m so full. I ate too much. I cannot imagine getting up from the couch. My belly weighs me down. I feel so groggy. 

I have to focus on my breathing. I’m so thoroughly beached all I can do is cradle my fat, blubbery gut spread over my lap. It’s dominating my evenings recently. It demands I feed it until I can’t think straight. 

I am sitting upright, in a sluggish daze. I’m too full to lay down comfortably, but so, so exhausted. It’s taking all my energy to just digest all this food, and breathe correctly. Burps keep escaping my lips. Every time I press out more air, I get a momentary relief. I’m so swollen, so bloated, so distended. I’m completely overladen with delicious food. So totally engorged with my failed restraint. 

I keep fantasizing about eating more cookies. Today I added about 32 soft baked cookies of various kinds to my evening feeding. I ate so many I lost count, but some still remain on the table in front of me. But that table is so, so, so far away. 

Leaning forward feels impossible. I still probably couldn’t reach. I just can’t reach past my belly right now. I keep trying to talk myself into moving. Just standing up and getting my cookies. Just a little effort. But I’m too heavy. Much too heavy now.

I keep sipping my drink. I can barely reach it, and it’s running out. I’m thirsty, but I also need to be sure I fill all remaining space. That’s what my belly requires, after all. 

My belly is so warm, and so squishy. It’s like I have a personal pillow attached at all times. A giant, soft, jiggly beanbag just hanging over my waistband, or between my legs, or into sinks. It feels so good when I lift it up and it completely overfills my arms. It spills over my forearms and flops over my hands as I hold the meaty underside. I love bouncing it up and down, and letting it drop. I love how I have a deep, plunging overhang and a thick upper roll beneath my tits. I love how said roll is one of many that are piled up on my sides and connected around to my back. 

My entire torso is covered in a hefty, thick, sagging layer of fat. I’m a butterball, a tub of lard, a fleshy sack of dough. It encases me, buries me, crushes me. It’s no small part of why I’m pinned to this couch. 

I’ve outgrown tape measures, seat belts, booths, and many shirts. All thanks to this gluttonous, greedy, grotesquely overfed gut. It’s in control. I’m just carrying it to its next meal. I’m just making sure the food gets where it needs to go.

It needs to be so much bigger.

[mochistuffed]

Really wish I could be stuffed like this again right now 🥺🥺🥺

I want someone to look at me tenderly, grab my face and spoon feed me a gallon of ice cream. Like I wanna be a fattened up pet so bad, I look so so so cute with a huge tight stuffed tummy.

I started waddling a lil when i’m really stuffed 😅which is almost constantly, and I just love feeling so full and jiggly. Laying back rubbing my aching tummy and letting out little moans and burps as I shake and pinch my flab feels so good. Then the next day I wake up to a jiggly tummy and it’s exciting seeing how belly heavy i’m getting >w< Even when I stuff myself to my limit, my belly jiggles so much at the bottom. It’s so cute, tight and bloated at the top, and soft and flabby at the bottom.

Even now i’m thinking about what to stuff myself on next, maybe burgers, to see if I can eat more than my usual order. Or maybe some soup, so I can have a jiggly liquid filled belly ☺️☺️😮‍💨 If someone ordered food for me, and plopped it in front of me, and told me to finish it all, I would already be sitting in their lap digging in. Then afterwards they could sink their hands on my soft heavy tummy and feel it as I digest everything I stuffed on. Maybe even give my belly a lil slap just to feel how full I am, and then decide I could be stuffed just a lil more. I’d be such a perfect pet to keep this stuffed constantly, like I crave it sooo much. 💖💖

Anyways ohmygod I still wanna be stuffed so so bad 🥺🥺🥺

[es-draws]

If You Gain Faster, Does It Go to Your Belly?

Strap in folks, we’re going to take a deep dive into the Science of Weight Gain™. And for those impatient readers, the answer is…

Yes! Gaining weight quickly does seem to lead to more belly gains

As a precursor, I am not a doctor or medical researcher. I thought this study was interesting, and wanted to talk about it! But please don't take this as advice. Please don't go and gain based on the information presented here.

Let's start with some definitions. What types of fat are there? There are generally two categories - subcutaneous and visceral. Subcutaneous is the fat we all know and love; the soft fat that forms just under your skin, and is most commonly associated with the appearance of being "fat". This fat can form anywhere on the body, and is generally considered to be the healthier kind of fat. Then there is visceral fat, which is fat that accumulates deep in the abdomen behind the muscle layer. This kind of fat leads to a "ball belly" or "apple" shape, where the midsection is rounded but also firm, since fat is under muscle. Visceral fat surrounds organs, and for that reason is generally considered to have higher health risks.

Next, when you gain weight, what normally contributes to where the weight will go? There's a lot of research that shows this is mostly determined by genetics. What foods you eat, what exercises you do, and other environmental factors contribute little to where the weight goes[1]. In general, people tend to gain more subcutaneous fat than visceral fat[2].

So now to the question at hand - anecdotally among gainers, it's said that if you gain weight quickly, it will go to the belly. Is this true?

Turns out, a study has already been done on this very subject.

Let's talk about the Science™

23 subjects (15 men, 8 women) - all of whom were relatively thin (23.6 BMI) - were placed on an "overfeeding interval" of 8 weeks, where they were given 400–1200 extra calories over their normal intake. This was done in the form of ice cream shakes, snickers bars, or boost meal supplements[3]. In particular, this overfeeding period is similar to a lot of the rapid weight gain methods used in the feedism community.

Participants were weighed daily, and body fat was measured at the beginning and end of the study. Body fat was broken down into 3 categories; visceral fat, upper-body subcutaneous fat (fat around the midsection), and lower-body subcutaneous fat (fat around the butt and thighs).

Here are the results: on average, subjects on average weighed 158 lbs to start, and gained around 8 lbs over two months. On average, they gained 1 lb of visceral fat, 2 lbs of lower body fat, and 4.5 lbs of upper body fat.

What does this mean? It means that during rapid weight gain, over half of the fat gained goes to the belly. But importantly, it goes to subcutaneous fat - the fat directly under the skin that we associate with soft, jiggly bellies. Very little went to the visceral fat associated with firm, round bellies.

Anecdotally, this seems to correlate with what’s commonly seen with rapid weight gain in the feedism community. Most gainers, especially thinner gainers, tend to notice rounder bellies when they first put on weight. But this weight also tends to be soft - often times, gainers can still squeeze and squish their midsection, which seems to prove fat has built up just under the skin. Later, once they've gained more or the weight has settled, the fat may distribute more evenly over the body. Again, this is just anecdotal. But the data seems to support what we see!

There are still some things this study does not answer. There's no data published on biological differences, for example. There are almost double the amount of men compared to women in the study, and AMAB folks are known to gain more upper body weight compared to AFAB folks. We do not know if these participants are gaining in different ways. Also, while subjects were on average at a healthy BMI when the study began, we know that BMI is a flawed metric. It does not mean they were all thin. Some may have been overweight, or may have gained weight or lost weight previously. These factors might also contribute where weight is likely to settle, and we cannot infer from the published data alone.

And though this study shows that gaining weight quickly will lead to belly gains, it doesn’t answer why. For this I have a theory, but that will have to wait for the next installment of the Science of Weight Gain™.

So there you have it! If belly gains are what you’re searching for, gain and gain quickly! But be careful… once you start, it may be hard to stop. And soon you may find that your newly-formed belly is just the start.

[1]There's research showing sugar-dense and high-fat foods leads to more visceral fat gains, but proportionally this is very small compared to genetic or sex factors.

[2]AMAB folks, in particular, are more likely to gain visceral fat.

[3]This study sounds like a feeder's dream and it gets my blood up just reading it. How do I become an official Science Feeder™?

[hohhie]

if you fatty- i love you

At first I denied the fact that I love fat people. I was afraid of my tastes, but now that's in the past. I'm here for all of you, my beautiful fatties, to know that I love you all with all my heart! however, there are certain things that I find super sexy: 1. Softness (jiggly fat, tummy jiggle, and cellulite LOOKS AMAZING! I AM LITERALLY CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!) 2. Femininity (Some guys are self-conscious about their feminine figure, but it's PERFECT! I REALLY LIKE A GUY'S BODY WITH BREASTS AND WIDE HIPS; I also like a bit of a waist definition) 3. Lower belly (that soft, jiggly fold at the bottom of your stomach makes me fall in love) 4. Double chin and chubby cheeks (do I even need to say that it's so cute?) 5. Fatty in tight clothes (You seem to have outgrown that shirt, but wear it more often, so it's easier to see the results of your life with me) 6. and nothing makes a fatty look better than a smile; be happy, healthy and loved! know, fatties, I love you!

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Hi darling!

Ahn it's okay if this isn't your cup of tea, and please discard if so. But I ahn I wanted to shyly ask for thirty weekends for a Fem!Reader who's a introverted and is insecure about her body and scars ?

With soft Dom! Gentleman lovely Nanami Kento and numbers 3 + 5 + 7 + 21, please?

Thank you so much for reading this, and I am so glad I found your blog ! It's awesome! 💙

Hello pretty! 💜Since it's your first time here, I'll do it, but please no more than 2 prompts per ask next time. Not that I don't love a good challenge, but this one took me a while to cook up. 😅 I hope you like it. I'm glad you found my blog too! Hope you have a great experience here! --------

"I love you so much." Kento's large hands pet your hair reassuringly as he kisses you, before gently coaxing your clothes off. You shiver as he slips your blouse off your shoulders, air hitting your heated skin as you lay curled against him.

You loved him too, trusted him so deeply but can't help shy away from him when it came to your body. Scars from a past you had worked so hard to bury and walk away from. You wished they didn't manifest on your skin like they did, but there was little you could do to hide them. They criss-crossed and zig-zagged across your body, dipping onto your cleavage forming patterns.

Insecurity clouds your brain and you pull away, upsetting the kiss, trying to hide your chest, only to startle when Kento grabs your wrist. He places a kiss on your palm, then kisses and nibbles his way up your arm, sending tingles through your spine all the way down to your toes.

"Don't cover up." The command, murmured so gently against your skin almost made you weep. He continued kissing up to your shoulder tenderly, and your walls start coming down. "Don't be embarrassed. There's nothing about you that isn't beautiful."

He gathers your hair firmly in one hand and pulls back until your head tilts at an angle, looking up at his face. "I got you," he whispers against your trembling lips before covering them with his, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, tasting you. His other hand possessively squeezes the jiggly fat of your stomach, feeling like he could spend eternity just touching and kissing every inch of your soft body.

When you don't resist the pull on your hair, he lets go, thumb ghosting over your hardened nipple as he licks the column of your throat. "Good girl...letting me love you exactly how I want..."

You whimper, feeling desire build in your belly, your sex clenching and throbbing with need. “Please teach me,” you whisper to him as his hand dips lower and slips between your wet folds, finding the little bud with ease.

"Teach you what?" his voice is low and husky.

"How to see myself the way you see me."

Send me a prompt!

[mr-tsuyo]

i love the style of that 3d render of your character! may i ask how you animated the outline and made the whole thing pixel-y? :0

Very glad you asked!

There isn't many tutorials on how to make this kind of stuff so I am totally glad to be the first one.

BLENDER 2.5D TUTORIAL

First of all

Get your model ready and steady, that part is what I ain't explaing, however if you want it to have these colors, you will have to put this nodes in your texture shader

`[ This is for her red jacket, the lower nodes is for her primary colour and the upper nodes are for her shadows, which also has some extra nodes to give it a comic texture. ]

Quick reminder to give the model some lineart yourself to the parts that don't form its sihlouette, for example her shoes.

Now for the lineart, first of all make sure you have created a black Emissive material and that it has Backface Culling activated

After that go to the Modifier Properties and add a Solidify modifier

Make sure to Flip the Normals, set the Material Offset to where the Lineart material is, and adjust a little bit the Thickness of the mesh, then you will get some natural good-looking lineart like hers.

Now, you could easily be satisfied like this, but now we are going to make it feel like each frame is a new drawing by making her model lineart jiggly

First of all create a Displacement Modifier and give it a cloud texture

Make sure to lower the strenght and midlevel, otherwise it will look like this

Now, create an Empty Plain Axes and go to the Displace modifier, change the coordinates from Local to Object and focus the object on the Empty

And thanks to this adjustments, if you move the empty around, it will create a slight jiggle

Now what we want is for this empty to automatically move around without you having to do anything

Create a new screen and go to the Graph Editor section

In here we will be making the empty move with a modifier

Select the empty and press "I" of Italy and select Location, this will create a keyframe for the empty that we will be able to manipulate

Go to the Editor and ONLY SELECT THE Z POSITION, and then go to the Modifiers tab and add a Noise modifier

Make sure to adjust the Scale and the Strength so that it looks more proper for the jiggle effect, make it look like a rollercoaster!

And now, if you did everything right, your empty will be moving up and down and all around by its own

WHICH also means, the model displacement will follow the path of the empty to create that jiggly effect we crave so so much

However...

The model is indeed jiggling, but it's doing it the wrong way, we are trying to make it look like a cartoon not a gosh darnit gelatin

So to make it jiggle the right way we are going to make its noise feel more STEPPED

Go back to the modifiers of the Graph Editor and add a Stepped Interpolation, and make sure it has a Step Size of 5

And now we finally get the choppy jiggle effect!!

Now you can play around the Displace and the Noise to make it more or less jiggly

But nonetheless, if you followed the tutorial right, you will be gifted with the perfect looking 2.5D effect!!!

Now you can go ahead and try to fool everyone into thinking a 3D animation is 2D

And before we wrap up, one more extra for the one who asked how this is made,

We are going to make the render feel pixel-y!

Go to Render Properties, make sure you are using Eevee, and in Sampling put the Render on 1 and the Viewport on 0

Then go to Output Properties and you can do two things:

1) Change the X n Y to a size lower than 1000 px

2) Change the Resolution % to these numbers (8, 16, 32, 64) This way if you wanna do pixel art you are more accurate

For this render I used the 1st option

And last but not least, in the Output Properties make sure you save your files in the right way with these settings

THen render animation, make an image sequence with all the pngs, and TA-DAH

You get a pixel-y 2.5D animation!!!

Thank you so much for checking, I hope this is useful for anyone who wants to do this stuff, if anyone has any questions don't be afraid to ask, I may have explained some stuff badly.

Anyways have a very jolly day

Tsuyo OUT

[beatrixstonehill2]

"What is up, my beautiful people? Madison here, notice anything different? I'm sure you did.... yes my voice is deeper. Bet you can probably guess why. The speculation on discord was 100% right, I'm detransitioning! Woot! My roommates convinced me. We were all showering together and, like, they said my boobs are really pretty but they're right, it's pathetic that I only have a three-inch cock. They tried to suck me off for fun but all that estrogen made it so flaccid they could barely help me get it up. They asked me if I ever thought about detransing and stop pretending to be a girl. They showed me lots of detrans videos and it really changed my mind.

Like I totally get it now that I'm just a boy who fantasizes about being a big-titted slut. Like all my opinions on how girls should behave come from porn, basically. I'm just acting how I wish girls would act! So, I feel kind of silly living 'as a girl' for so long. Like I can't even get my cock hard. It's great I forced my male body to grow a set of Hentai tits any normal girl would reduce in a heartbeat but I basically can't even cum because of my estrogen addiction? Enough's enough. I'm so happy my roommates brought me to my senses and convinced me to detrans! I know, I've been dropping some big hints in the Discord, like asking how much T a trans girl should take if she wanted a really big cock and didn't mind going through male puberty. Some of you thought I was just trying to get a big dick but a lot of you knew what was up.....

Sorry to anyone who really loved my girly content, try-on hauls, bikini vids, my many dancing and bouncing vids, and of course all the vids of me getting ass fucked at the club, usually in the men's room, fittingly enough. So my roommates have laid out a masculinization plan for me! No shaving at all from now on, especially once my facial hair and chest hair come in. No masturbating, no matter how horny I am, I have to fuck real girls and not just fakegirls/femboys. I having to work out and take this protein weight gainer stuff they bought me, so I bulk up. I have to throw out my girl clothes and make up starting today and only wear boy clothes. I have to keep my hair short. Any girls I see with big tits, a fat ass, or a big pregnant belly, I have to catcall and compliment, or just hit on them and make a lewd remark. If they get disgusted or slap me: good! I'm a man, I need to start being honest about how horny and perverted I am. I need to grope and touch at least ten women a day. I'm allowed to pump my cock like I'm jerking off but only if a girl can see me do it like I'm jerking of to them, but I'm not allowed to cum unless it's in a girl's mouth, her tits (but only if she's tit fucking me), her pussy or ass.

Unsurprisingly my roomates also expect me to get them pregnant once my sperm count returns to normal, saying I 'owe them' for having to watch a perverted boy with estrogen-fattened man boobs strut around all day in dresses and bikinis. Not a bad trade, but I can only imagine how needy they'll be once I'm totally detransed. Oh, and last but not least my breasts are getting removed live, right here on TikTok tomorrow morning! So if you ever wanted to see my big jiggly boy tits get mangled and chopped off by my roommates, who are both med students with a pretty good track record doing surgeries like this. They gave each other breast reductions last year, going from a G-cup and a JJ-cup to an A and B cup! So I trust they'll get my big fat tits off in a jiffy. I'll miss them, but I have to remember that's just my pervy boy brain wishing I was groping a big pair of tits, not that I actually want to have a pair myself! And soon enough I'll be fucking big-breasted sluts all around town like the man I'm meant to be! Can't wait! ❤️"

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

This is an oddly specific request but could I ask for headcanons with Kafka and a reader who’s on the curvier side? Like I’ve got DDs, I have wider hips, and like Kafka I have abs but only if I suck in my stomach. So I guess I feel very seen and validated by his body type??

Sfw/nsfw is fine, and feel free to delete this if it’s too vague. I hope you have an awesome day! ☺️

MDNI under the cut, please and thank you!

A/N ::: I woke up at 4:30 this morning and am falling asleep as I write this lol. Proofed as well as I could for the remaining brain power I have.

Anon! I LOVE this so much. And oddly specific requests are fine with me. It just means I have more to work with! I hope you like this and that it meets all of your needs =).

Always had a soft spot for women with more to love. And you've only made these feelings of his grow in intensity.

Can't believe YOU are interested in him. Sure, he knows he's strong and relatively good looking (my god, he deserves the world) but only recently has he started to feel really comfy in his own skin.

Respects the hell out of you for being so confident in your body.

Never tires of seeing you walk around in your bra when you get ready in the morning.

Has trouble focusing on his breakfast when your tits are looking so much more delicious than what he's trying to eat.

Has given up on finishing his food more than once to take a few well-placed bites of you.

Can't get enough of your ass, especially when you're bent over something in the kitchen. Or the bedroom. Or the bathroom. Anywhere, really.

Comes up behind you and starts to rub your hips, squeezing and pulling at you, whining because he doesn't want to wait until later to have you all to himself again.

You've let him indulge in his fondness for the softness of your body more than once.

You're nearly convinced that he likes what he's doing to you more than you do.

The way he reacts when he's eating your pussy, moaning and pulling your body closer against his face, his big arms wrapped up under your thighs and his hands almost turning white they're gripping the fat of your legs so hard.

It's like he's possessed, unable to control himself.

And when he fucks you, his abs bulge and flex as he slams into you, his cock hitting all of those spots deep inside of you, driving you mad.

Does his best to let you cum first.

When he finishes, sometimes he'll pull out and cum all over your tits, stomach, ass. Any part of you that he's fixated on at that moment in time.

Has had trouble deciding and almost ruined his own orgasm - luckily, there are only beautiful parts to you, and he was able to finish anywhere.

He's never had a preference for where he puts it before, but with you he just seems to really like to cover you in his cum.

Provides world-class aftercare.

He offers you anything he can think of that you might want or need.

Warm washcloth to clean up a little? Sit tight, kitten, he'll be right back.

Hungry? Where do you want to eat? He's famished, anything you want sounds great to him.

Thirsty? He's already walking his chubby, jiggly naked butt down the hall to the kitchen for a glass of ice water for you.

Tired? Great, so is he. The two of you have curled up more than once to take some quiet time for just you.

He's got you covered for anything.

So grateful to have someone so loving, patient, and caring in his life.

Fights (playfully) with you about who is luckier: You or him. But he never backs down that he's the clear winner here.

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[enigmasandepiphanies]

one of the best realizations I have had as I have grown up is how amazing it is to show up for the people you love, unashamedly and unapologetically. show up to their classical music productions when you don't know anything about that kind of music, their chemistry club meetings when you are a literature student and don't know anything about chemistry but your bestie is doing cool experiments with copper sulphate, the very alluring blue portion you were tempted to drink in school cause it looked so magical. show up when they wake up from a long nap and have missed dinner and are feeling shitty, make them maggi and get them their fave chocolate. show up when they rant about animal documentaries excitedly and listen when they tell you the plot of jujustu kaisan at 4 am during exam week. take a walk with them at 11 pm in night because they told you you have no classes tomorrow so come down (it's their emotionally suppressed way of saying I miss you). cuddle with them to sleep because they are scared of thunderstorms. make them an art piece and write them a love letter for their birthday to show them you love them so much and you will never stop probably and that scares you sometimes but their presence will reassure you always. I know you know that they know that you love them but when you gift them your "an incomplete list of things you love about them" in your shitty handwriting they will smile and cry and choke you in a hug for 5 mins, it will be a smile spilling out of the sun and it'll be so worth it always. reply to their messages of hey "your name" except your name gets weirder and weirder cause they are bored and miss you and wanna talk and even if you are busy and tired , do return some of their affection with a small message that yes, you missed them too even though you are too tired to express. give them your fave drawing and you'll see how they have hung it up on their cork board in their dorm room. tell them to spam their earring collections and marvel over their strawberry earrings. send them a video message when they send you their jiggly caramel pudding video because omg they can cook now and you are so happy for them that you want to portal through the phone and hug them (you're gonna give them a recipe notebook for their birthday). let them rant on the phone while you fold your laundry, it's manageable mostly.

there are days when you can't show up and it's okay and they'll understand, most people who love you do, they should. but gosh, putting in effort in any relationship isn't that the best thing? because they are not just worth your love, the point of worth never even comes cause they are the very meaning of love. because God remember what Miyazaki said when you love someone you inspire each other to live and grow even when you recognize how hard living is. growing is difficult but you love growing with them.

I used to think I love people too much but you know what they love me too much too. so when someone asked richard siken what do you do when you love someone too much he said congratulate yourself. and today I am congratulating myself cause I know the loves of my life are doing that too.

[heavycreamy]

dear everyone

I took a pretty big break from my online feedism community after getting a little overwhelmed, but I'm missing everyone, and the excitement of it all, so I'm considering posting more regularly again, buuuut, sadly I've lost weight and am not quite as round and chubby and jiggly as I was when y'all last saw me.

I suppose I'm asking, is that okay? Will y'all still be interested in a slightly slimmer version of me? (For now, anyway... I'm pretty sure the hungerrrr to grow will return, haha)

Much love everyone xx

[sappho-made-me-do-it]

I want to spend my Saturdays at the mall with you. Going into different stores as you watch me try on different dresses. We go in and out of stores holding hands, laughing. Teasing each other. You find me by the necklace area and sneak behind me. Hugging me then softly but firmly choking me whispering into my ear “there’s no better better necklace for your precious neck than my hands.” as you let your fingers caressing my neck and my tits as they fall down. You kiss my neck, hug me tight and tell me that we still haven’t found the one. 

After trying out a couple more dresses you see the dress. A perfect black floral mesh layered over a soft lavender satin dress. Shoulders exposed. Legs exposed. Tits tightly squished together. You look at me with wide open eyes, devilishly smiling at me. Eyes turning very hungry. “Come on, I’ll help you get out of it.” You grab me by the arm and pull me into the changing room. You grab my chin kind of squeezing my cheeks tilting my head up towards you and pushing me against the mirror almost immediately as we close the door. Kissing me softly telling me how much you love this dress on me. How it adjusts on my ass so well while getting a handful of it, slapping it. You  keep me quiet with your kisses, making me swallow my whimpers and almost escaping moans. 

You turn me around facing the mirror. “Look at you, but most importantly look at your tits, sweetheart. Look how jiggly and squishy they are.” Cupping them and squishing them and making them jiggle. Getting your hands in from behind me and scooping them out of the dress and seeing how they gorgeously weight down freely. “just the way i like them.” You proceed to press yourself against me as you start biting on my exposed shoulders. Both of us heavy breathing. Grabbing tightly on my hips, kinda moving them so i can rub my ass against you. You start moving forward which surprised me and now my tits and my face are squished against the mirror. My arms up holding on to the wall. Your hand finally started rubbing on my thighs and going up between my legs. Rubbing firmly over my underwear. You can feel how wet they already are. Getting desperate by the milliseconds I couldn’t resist to beg with my face squished against the mirror. “Please!” You get your ear close to my mouth. Pulling my head back by my hair asking me “what was that, baby? You know better than to murmur things. Speak up and use complete sentences. Just like I’ve teach you.” I try to compose myself a little, my gathering my thoughts. “I need you to fuck me right now. Please, i need to feel you inside me.” You proceed to kiss my forehead gently and telling me “that’s my good girl. You see, princess. That wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” Girl handling me, you turn me around facing you. Getting on your knees, holding my leg and making it rest over your shoulder. Pulling my panties to the side and making me hold it there, as you almost immediately start eating my pussy and sticking two fingers inside me. All at once. My head was about to explode. I covered my mouth with my hand to try and stay. But…How am i suppose to stay quiet when you feel this fucking good? How am i suppose to stay quiet when you are stopping to bite my thigh while continuing fucking me? While being at it we hear a knock on door. A nice sweet old lady asking if everything was okay. Without losing your concentration you quickly answered “yes, the zipper got stuck but it should give in any second now, thank you. We should be out in any second.” as you devilishly made eye contact with me while pumping your fingers harder into me. “Okay, let me know if ya’ll need anything else.” We hear the lady walking away and it didn’t took me long to combust and coming all over your fingers. “There it is. Finally. Yeah, we are taking this one home.” You said a bit too loud. Kissing my bottom lips. “Come on, lets go home. There’s still many more things i want to do to you in that dress.” You kiss my cheek and waited for me outside the changing room.

We made it to checkout and the cashier ask us if we found what we were looking for…we exchange looks and chuckle a little. “Yes, definitely. Yes.” I respond feeling my face heating up. The lady handed us the receipt saying Thank You, come again. To which you couldn’t resist to respond “oh yeah, she definitely will and very soon too.”

[procyonloser]

He almost stepped in it, before Adam realized the little white glob was alive. He'd been heading home after playing a gig, annoyed at the drummer over some bullshit he couldn't remember, then it caught his eye. It just looked like a lump, a squishy looking pile on the sidewalk that could probably fit in his hand, like an abandoned ice cream scoop. But then it moved, just as Adam was starting to put his foot down, and eyes rolled over the side of it, to look up at him.

Adam cursed, stumbling to the side on the sidewalk to not crush it, before he peered down at it closer. He had wanted to be a biologist for awhile, took classes, but this fucking thing escaped his range of knowledge.

"Hello! Can you help me!" It asked, gooeing closer to Adam's foot, blinking big yellow eyes up at him.

"What the fuck... Am I tripping?" Adam asked himself, crouching down to look at the thing. It reminded him a bit of a Ditto, just a sentient little blob. "How you fuck are you talking?"

"I come from the heavens! I have fallen here, and I need help getting my strength back to return home!" It said, and Adam made a face. Fell from the heavens?

"So, what, I should call you Lucifer or something?" It blinked, before doing the equivalent of nodding.

"Yes, that is a nice terran name!" Lucifer said, as it truly sunk in on Adam that it was saying it was an alien. Adam reached over and poked the body, and found while jiggly, it was firmer than he was expecting, his fingers didn't just sink in. Lucifer made a sound like a giggle, and Adam thought of the Pillsbury dough boy.

"How do I help you get your strength back. You're tiny." Adam asked curiously.

"I'll get bigger, and then I can fly up to my ship. It is hidden from human equipment. But, all I need from you is either your saliva or non-waste bodily fluids." Lucifer said, and Adam paused for a long minute, trying to process what he'd just said.

"... Wait, what the fuck, you eat spit and jizz?" Adam exclaimed, glad no one else was on the street. Lucifer nodded again in agreement.

"Humans produce a hormone in their body that my body thrives on." Adam grimaced at the cheerful attitude the thing had.

"Well, I can't help with one of those. Do you know what being transgender means?" Lucifer stared, not getting the clue. "I am a man with a vagina, not a dick. I can't jizz like a someone with a dick. My best friend though, she's got a dick... But I think she'd rather skewer you than help." Adam hummed, tilting his head, picturing what Lute would do to Lucifer. Probably throw him down the garbage disposal.

Lucifer seemed to take no issue with what he'd said, "that's fine! Vaginal fluid is fine!"

Wait, what the fuck was he agreeing to again? He didn't want the weirdo anywhere near his junk!

"So... what do you want me to do?" Adam asked tentatively, and Lucifer rolled closer to his knee.

"Just pick me up and open your mouth!" Lucifer's eyes reappeared as he turned over, and Adam breathed out, counting to three, before holding his hand out to the thing. Lucifer was warm to the touch, which was a weird sensation in his hand. Solid, but not solid, a bit like a water balloon, but not with quite so much form.

"Okay, but... don't kill me." Adam said slowly, and Lucifer's eyes widened in shock.

"Never!"

Adam lifted Lucifer closer to his face and opened his mouth, revealing his tongue piercing. "Oh, how lovely!"

He didn't know what Lucifer was planning on doing to him, just getting a little saliva? That was gross and weird, but Adam could just ...spit on him instead, right?

Lucifer jumped up, and plunged the majority of his body into Adam's mouth and halfway down his throat. Adam fell backwards from where he was crouching, fingers going up to his face in shock and horror as the weight of Lucifer moved in him. He made a panicked noise as Lucifer began to pulsate on his tongue, pushing and pulling. His fingers tried to wrap around Lucifer, but his body just pushed further inside, until he was almost fully in his mouth, filling it out, and down his throat.

Adam leaned against the rock wall, eyes beginning to roll back. He couldn't breathe.

As quickly as it started, it ended, and Lucifer pulled himself out, and dropped down into Adam's lap, noticably slightly larger than he was before. Adam panted, and found his mouth full of some kind of slime, sticky, and coating his entire throat.

"What the fuck?" Adam asked hoarsely, still in shock. Lucifer began purring, or something like it in his lap.

"I take your saliva, then I create a substance that protects your mouth and throat, and that will trigger your body to produce more saliva. See, totally harmless!" Lucifer said. "The same will happen when I'm inside your vaginal corridor, there's no need to worry!"

Adam felt a shiver run down his spine.