#i dont look fatter i just look big

[itsadragonaesthetic]

It's so crazy how my neck immediately got thicker after starting T. I barely fit my chokers anymore and a chain that used to sit comfortably on my collarbones fits like a choker now. I measured my neck and it's literally INCHES thicker in circumference! The neck and sleeve fit on some shirts have made them unwearable now. But despite all of that..... I look at my comparison pics and it doesn't look like anything has changed at all. It's actually pretty frustrating how subtle it is. I feel like some people at work have noticed something different and more people are actually calling me the proper pronouns. This past week specifically nearly every person who asked for my help with a gendered word would call me mijo or muchacho. But! I don't see the difference! And nobody in my personal life has been able to notice a difference! Idk I feel like I'm just complaining cuz I want faster results n whatever.

[justablah56]

recently drew a new pfp for my aro sideblog and I'm deciding to post it on here bcs I can <3

anyways Aether self portrait bcs why not 👍

[gaz-tronautical]

I'd be lying if i said this episode didn't contribute to me Gaining This New Thing.

[vabam-fr]

every time im given the opportunity to draw a fat butch woman i also get more powerful. win / win power dynamic

"everything has been leading up to this" i say, drawing another fat butch <333

older riot thumbnail concept <3

@ringleaderising

[rius-cave]

I would like to hear whats your personal opinion on Adam's "actual" body proportions?

I really LOVE when people make him fat/chubby 'cause i like my men CHONKY, but i've seen a few people commenting that "he's not actually fat, it's just his robe that's large", even though Lucifer has commented, on series, that he "let himself go since Eden" and we all *know* what that saying stands for 😑

So, in your opinion, is he "fat" or "it's just the robe", even though i dont think it does matter when the subject is fanart and/or fan interpretation

See anon, this is kind of funny because, as you know, I'm a big Adam fan, and I'll fight tooth and nail with anyone who says he's not fat. But, unlike literally every other Adam fan... I don't have any affection in particular for fat people lolol.

That's not to say I don't like it, what I mean is whether a character (or person) is fat or not doesn't change anything for me. If you don't mind some personal info, lately I've been identifying with the pandemisexual label, and I've noticed that also carries over to fictional characters a lot for me lololol. What's relevant about this is, if I like a character, it's first and foremost for their personality and emotional attachment I have to them, and THEN after that I'll end up liking however they look. If Adam was skinny I'd love his slenderness, if Adam was fatter I'd love him like that too.

So after that riu lore dump that nobody asked for, my point is, my feelings are mostly neutral towards fat people, which is why I know it's not bias or wishful thinking when I say that Adam is absolutely fucking fat lolol, and I think it doesn't make sense why people argue against that so vehemently. Why do you say he's not fat? Because he could NOT be? And what if he was?? What's so wrong with that?

The robe argument is interesting because, well, SURE, it could be just his robe, but why complicate it so much and make such a big leap for him to not be fat? He looks fat, he's probably fat, end of story. Sometimes the easiest explanation is the true explanation guys.

Like, it also just makes sense??? Adam is shown to be lazy and eats a whole plate of ribs in one sitting, it would just make sense for his character. I just don't understand why we need to complicate things so much and make so many mental leaps to say that he's not fat lol, like why does it matter to you so much that he's not?

[certifiedsexed]

hi! i feel quite silly sending in an ask here as im not a big sex-haver, and the issues im having arent really related to intercourse (god i hope not)

im a fat person with a vagina, education on fatter bodies is very scarce and i guess i just dont know what to do!! im feeling like super immense pain in my vaginal area, especially the opening, which is weird because i dont have frequent sex neither do i masturbate super often. its like really painful and causes me to become nauseous and in some cases ive even had to leave rooms and go home early. im on testosterone, but its only been 2-3 months. i am disabled (chronic pain, illness and other stuff) and i do try to keep myself at least decently clean. is there something i have to look out for? infections, atrophy, etc.?

sorry if i sound desperate or weird im just pretty sure nobody could answer this question without invalidating my fatness, queerness, disabilities, or. my whole self. thank you so much for all you do, ive found comfort in your blog allowing me to explore sexuality and feel peace in my body!!!!

Hi! No need to feel silly, I don't mind at all. <3

Now, even if you were masturbating and/or having sex frequently, you shouldn't be feeling immense pain in your vulva/vagina. But depending on your disability, having chronic pain can include vulvodynia [or chronic vaginal/vulva pain], which sounds a lot like what you're describing.

Testosterone can cause vaginal atrophy, so that's 100% worth looking into, as is a yeast infection, especially if you're also also experiencing vaginal discharge of strange colors [like yellow] and/or experiencing trouble peeing.

[Also, if you're experiencing pain in your bum and while going to the bathroom, and/or numbness, and your general pain improves when standing and/or lying down, maybe check out pudendal neuralgia, because I know that can be a likely commorbid with certain disabilities!]

Also checking if there's a possibility you're allergic to anything that comes into contact with your vulva is a good idea too!

Sometimes people develop allergies and/or allergies get more severe over time and they don't realize, so checking if switching things like underwear, soaps, and/or toilet paper out could be useful.

You don't sound weird, no worries! I understand it's really hard to get answers about things like this with all the bias in the medical system, especially if you're considered a "diverse" person (I have the same issue all the time).

[I'd still recommend seeing an OBG/YN but I understand why that might not be an option.]

You're very welcome, I'm happy to have helped. <33 Lemme know if you have anymore questions!

[plumpybread]

Do you think that Aether, once he completes his journey through Teyvat, will return to live permanently in Fontaine?

I can see that!

Knowing how much of a big eater he is, by the time he has to head to Natlan he would already be creeping into the ton-heavy territory.

I dont know how the rest of his journey would look like, but from the Natlan leaks so far it seems like the nation will be based around Spain as well as hispanic culture, and by the peeks we’ve gotten it looks like a very festive nation. Not like it matters though, Aether has already been fully influenced by Fontaine and he will continue getting fatter and more sluggish throughout the remainder of his adventure no matter what.

By the end of his journey he would just crave returning to Fontaine and fully letting himself go like he did when he first arrived, and he’d eventually become a massive pile of lard weighing dozens of tons, just like thousands of others in the nation

[snarky-art]

I swear I dont wanna be mean but why does everyone keep making stella fat. Why is it that the most attractive character, whom everyone finds beautiful inside the show, is the one who is always turned fat. Like... No one would find her attractive if her canon design was like that. I promise im not being mean but I feel like the artists are always projecting themselves onto Stella and wanting to be loved like she is, cause usually the ones making her fat are fat too, like I saw your selfies and you're a bit curvy. I promise im not being mean im just curious.

For starters, send me more fat Stella’s if you can I haven’t seen that many made and would love to see more varied takes on her appearances in redesigns.

Secondly, I made her fat because I think it’s nice to have the character that’s canonically considered to be the most beautiful girl in all of magix, a fashion icon in the magical dimension, a very celebrated trendsetter, be something other than the stereotypical concept of socially acceptable fashion tropes. She isn’t an hourglass, she has cellulite and stretch marks, she’s super pear shaped, and that can be and should be considered something to be normal, since they are, and shouldn’t be seen as things that need to be hidden. Having that put on a loud and proud fashion girly seems good imo and it can only really contribute to good stuff for body image stuff and representation. I did it so people like you could reconsider that beauty is something that comes in multiple forms and shouldn’t have to fit one type of standard. If we wanna get super technical too those standards also very from culture to culture and I image that’s extended even further in Winx club.

The girls are all aliens from different worlds. There’s bug people. There’s a lady in the miss magix episode that has tentacle hair, a blue body, and tentacle hands and feet. I highly doubt beauty standards in canon would be the same as what you’re saying, ie that no one would consider her beautiful. As if people who look like her irl also would inherently be considered not beautiful too. I know lots of people who have people that think they’re the hottest thing ever and they have all sorts of different body types and traits. Lets just call it realism lol

I’m not really projecting any of my physical stuff on her also, outside of I guess stretch marks and cellulite?? But I put those on other characters too so I don’t really think that holds up. I actually put my old body type on Flora since she’s my favorite, but now I’m way more midsized, like a slightly thinner Bloom from my stuff (love this unit of measurement gonna start using the gorls as a reference point for my appearance going forward lol). I’ve always had the “socially acceptable” fat type of body, ie hourglass with even proportions and a super snatched waist. I just think it’s tired and trite to constantly reenforce the idea that “the hot fashion one” needs to be tall and thin all the time, and if she is made fatter, that she needs to look like I did ie not much of a tummy with super equal proportions, big boobs, and a big ass.

Kinda related to that also, I made a post about a lot of character design “rules” too that I think are kinda outdated and annoying, at least to me, since I’ve seen them a million times. We all have. So I decided to do something different that I think would be good for normalizing traits outside of what we consider typically acceptable for that kind of character.

I’m already very loved also and don’t need to project anything on Stella lmaooo

I got multiple partners, great friends, do modeling, and am slaying with my own fashion and appearance stuff outside of that too. That’s all independent of whatever I’m doing with her physical body type when I draw her.

Gonna level with you also, you going “I’m not trying to be mean” doesn’t erase how weird this ask is. Sounds like you have your own gripes that you need to work through. Like, if you consider those traits on Stella ugly, that means you definitely have some internalized hatred for fatness, skin blemishes, scarring, and other peoples’ general appearances if they don’t fit some specific molds that aren’t realistic for the majority of people. Even if it is just genuine curiosity, being aware of this stuff going forwards and reevaluating how you view beauty standards and bodies in general would do you a great benefit imo.

Thanks for going through my old selfies tho it was pretty weird of you but at least make sure to leave a like on them. I looked hot when I was fatter and I look hot now too sharing this with the world is the least I can do💕✨💕✨

[smute]

[body image & ed tw]

let me preface this by saying that i have very loving and supportive parents. they were open-minded and willing to learn when i first opened up to them about my struggles with my body image and disordered eating a few years ago and my dad still walks on eggshells whenever these topics come up. and even my mom, who has her own issues wrt food and dieting (matrilineal family curse inherited by gay only child lmao) is always mindful of my... baggage. ever since that Big Talk back in 2018 neither of them has ever commented on my weight again (a once common occurrence) or on what/how much/how little i eat. that alone has made a huge difference in my recovery and i know that other people in my situation have to exist in much less supportive family environments, so i feel extremely grateful.

anyway. what i really wanted to say is this: last week my mom told me that my jacket looked nice on me, and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

the thing is, a few years ago, when i was slowly but surely en route to passing a certain weight threshold, both of my parents stopped complimenting me on my appearance. and this actually predates the Big Talk. im not saying that they synchronized their timing, and this wasnt something i noticed right away anyway, but once i started paying attention to it, it became quite obvious.

i mean my dad never really complimented me, he mostly just used to say those awkward things that straight men say to other straight men about broad shoulders or whatever, you know, things that could in a pinch be construed as a comment about athletic performance and provide plausible deniability. but my mom used to call me handsome all the time (even during my fatter periods) the way moms do, she used to compliment my outfits and my sense of style, she would never shut up about my height (which i used to be very insecure about) and how much she liked going out with me ("being seen on a tall man's arm" as she put it lmao) and she would even ask about my dating life and like. potential partners and all that. but one day she just stopped.

its hard to explain in a way that doesn't sound super weird. it's not like i was so eager to receive compliments from my parents. but like i said, once you notice it, it becomes really hard to ignore. and it's one thing to notice how the world's perception of you changes as you go from "chubby but it can be ignored" to "undeniably and irredeemably fat". but it's quite a different thing to observe that change in real time in the eyes of your parents—the two people in the world who are supposed to love you unconditionally.

i don't doubt that they do. love me, i mean. i don't believe that they're secretly ashamed of their fat son and only pretend to like me out of some sense of obligation. i do feel loved and supported and both of them regularly tell me how much i mean to them and that they are proud of me. but that's what makes this such a mindfuck. its really nothing more than a minute detail. and yet it is huge. i can tell that, in their perception, i went from "our son the eligible bachelor" to "our fat son whom we love but who unfortunately stretches our definition of an attractive young man''. and like. so what? right?

but now im in a place where i hear that innocent compliment from my mom about the jacket and immediately know that this is the first time in 7 years that she has said anything positive about my body, and with that context it suddenly becomes so much more than an innocent compliment

anyway. i dont know what i was getting at, if there even was a point to this, but sometimes it's the things you don't say.

[sucker4sixx]

Raising hell

Pt:8

Plot: nikki turns and you see a side to him you thought was only reserved for people be hated

Warnings: fat shaming, body shaming, humiliation, vomit

You wake up still cuddled into nikkis cosy chest while he sleeps, you take the time to watch him, his handsome face showing peace that youve never quite seen him display before, it was a sunny day and you didnt have to play tonight.. it was seemed too good to be true.

Nikki wakes up 10 minutes later, rubbing his large hand over his face “hmm.. morning darlin” he says hoarsely, smiling down at you with a slightly puffy face from sleeping “morning nikki.. how did you sleep?” “Just fine.. just fine..” he sits up and looks around for his clothes, deciding wether or not to shove on his clothes from yesterday.

Once you are both up you decide to go down to breakfast but as soon as nikki sees his band sitting his attitude changes, he distances and straightens up, acting like he doesnt know your there. You sit on a table for two but watch as nikki loudly and ungraciously sits with his band, laughing and talking disruptively. You thought he was going to sit with you but you knew how much he wanted to keep you two on the downlow.

“Hey, whats with the fat chick anyway? What happened?” Vince asks loudly, wanting you to hear, nikki gulping nervously, knowing you could hear. “Just.. you know, tried to see how little her self respect could go and fucked the shame into her” he grins wide “and trust me.. her respect goes low, lower than i thought” your heart sinks completely “whats she like with no clothes on?” Tommy asks excitedly, nikki smiling so he can play off the situation “… fatter” the table laugh loudly and suddenly your plate doesnt look as good as it did so you leave, tears streaming down your face.

On your crying fit up to your hotel room you bump into stu “hey! Ive been meaning to talk to you about it you and nikki-“ “just shut the fuck up stu! No one cares!” You scream in his face, running to your hotel room. You shouldve listened to mel, maybe you were just a stupid little girl. Only an hour later your door was getting knocked and you could hear nikki urgently calling you from the other side.

“Babe.. baby just open the door.. please” you ignore him, thinking he would go away but he just tries the door handle more thinking it will change anything. You swing the door open “i am not your baby!” You point your finger in his face making him step back. “No, dont say that.. let me in we can talk about this” you scoff “about what? You calling me a fat bitch?”

“Babe i didnt call you a fat bitch-“

“you werent far off it!” He grabs your shoulders and forces himself in your room “you have to stop being so god damn sensitive!” He shouts and slams the door. “You are fat! Is it such a crime to point it out?!” He points to your belly, you look down and your size seems to grow by 1000 “im not fat! I only wear size 12!” He crosses his arms over his chest and you begin to cry, why does he care so much? Why is it such a big issue to him? “leave..” he quickly leaves, not wanting to deal with your tears.

When he leaves you hear his friends chuckling quietly in the hall way and noticed he had left a note on the floor, you pick it up and it reads “im sorry, they are behind this” it didnt change much, he still said it all and done it for his friends entertainment.

Two days later its time for the show, you arrive and hide into your dressing room instantly, not wanting anyone to see you. Your dressing room door knocks “hello? Who is it?” “Its nikki baby, i got us some snacks” you scoff “leave. Im not your baby.” He goes silent for a few seconds before you hear footsteps leaving your door. When it gets to your band preforming your not as energetic as usual and when it gets to snake eyed love you go to the side of the stage, nikki waiting beside your manager, you turn off the mic.

“Stu i dont wanna do the lap dance, im skipping it” stu shakes his head and nikki looks confused “no, you will do it. Your costing me money are you crazy?!” The wide man starts to get defensive and angry. “Nikki cmon” you dont even look at him, strutting back on stage with him.

“Hello!” You say to the crowd, smiling “so.. my friend nikki has been a very bad boy recently, very bad and i dont think he deserves the dance.. but, my manager told me to do it for the money so fuck it right?” The crowds cheering dies down alittle, its obvious your upset “sit.” You glare at nikki as he sits down, you park your ass right on his lap “lets hope i dont break your legs by being too fat” you whisper in his ear “right, start the music” you say into the mic, flipping round so your already facing nikki, grinding on him while gripping his hair with one hand. He frowns as he watches you knowing how much you hate him right now.

Once the song gets to the solo you move into nikkis ear “this is the last time this will happen.. i want nothing to do with you from now on” he shakes his head “no.. please dont say that” “i mean it.” You move back and his eyes are glassy as you continue to sing, his hands gripping and feeling your body to savour it once more.

When the song ends the crowd go crazy, you bow and leave the stage, ignoring stu as he screamed at you, mel trying to pull you aside, and nikki wanting to “talk things out” .You just keep walking faster and faster untill you clock back in and your alone, outside a night club. You walk in and within the next hour your feeling pretty drunk, shots and whiskey your go to.

Three hours later your drunkly stumbling around the hotel and get to your room, you look to nikkis room and decide “fuck it”

“Hello?” He opens the door sleepily, when he sees you his eyes wide “baby? Whats happened?” You scoff and stumble alittle “i wanted.. t-to.. tell you that..” you breathe heavily as you try to stay still, nikki helping you by holding your shoulders “y.. your mean.. and… “ you boak, needing to be sick. Nikki quickly runs you to his bathroom and ties your hair back “hey its okay..” he pats your back. “S-s.. stop.. being, so nice-“ you throw up in the toilet “where were you?” He asks, rubbing your back as you throw up “i-i.. dont know”

30 minutes later your no longer being sick and nikki washes your face and gives you water before helping you to his bed “n-no.. i wanna go.. to my room” your eyes flutter shut “no baby.. i need to keep an eye on you” he kisses your forehead and strokes your belly “am i really fat?” You begin to cry “no.. your curvy and i love your body i swear.. im so sorry” he turns his face away as if hes crying but your eyes are too heavy to stay up, falling asleep fast.

[fattyneedtobeskinny2]

I dont know if it's just my body dysmorphia getting worse again or if its real but i swear i look Fatter again. My face is so round again and my Collarbone is almost not showing anymore. I didn't gained a lot but i feel so Fat again. My Stormach is also so big again! I need to lose that disgusting Fat again!

[hairydykecunt]

i love this skirt but it’s ridiculous how tight it is, yeah sure it’s a size small and i’m like a large but god DAMN it completely takes away any ounce of curve i have. like my hips arent big nor my ass but this shit just makes them look non existent. but my stomach stays the same. but whatever it’s so pretty and it was 3$.

(first of all it’s fine but i hate that my stomach and ass stick out the same amount. Please give me a bigger ass god)

i’ve been trying to make an outfit with it so that i can wear it out but i’m struggling so hard cause i’m not good at fashion stuff and accessorizing and etc. this was like the best i could come up with

and it might be insecurities speaking but i just Dont like rhe way my shoulders and neck look (and the waist and stomach too but tbh i just need to cope through that?)

like i don’t know how to accessorize up there, and leaving it bear feels so awkward, and i never really think abt it that hard but i do have broad shoulders and like, a fatter upper body than lower? so i’m like real squishy and plump in the arm and neck and back and shoulders, and i don’t mind bc again it’s my body forever, but when the rest of ur outfit is like squeezing u in it looks super uncoordinated to not have something up there?

if i had access to whatever i needed to make this outfit look better it would probably be like, a long sleeve floral lace top maybe? and a better corset

sorry for super long post lol i just like talking, and i wnana get better at dressing up, and i really suck at dressing up goth, i’ve just been wearing outfits to see if i can rock with it outside

and also the proper corset i bought kinda blows bc it doesn’t sinch anything so i’ll probably need to buy a size smaller Or make modifications to it (but ill probably just buy another)

if u made this this far here are boobs. thanks soldier 🫡

and this doesn’t matter as much but look at how everything borderline spills out lo

i was gonna just post this but bc of how embarrassingly long it is i’m turning off reblogs just incase. i’d die of embarrassment if this was shared i think. not cause it’s embarrassing but like i’m genuinely just yapping

[autismvampyre]

im having gender thoughts bc its pride week in my area and i just

vent under cut. look at the tags for tw

im a girl. im a woman. maybe im something else too. maybe i hated my body for years bc im fat and maybe all my clothes are too big or too small but never just right. maybe my hair is the wrong color. the wrong length. i want it short. i haven't had a short haircut since i was 13 and emo and i looked terrible. i want it long. long enough to braid. maybe i should be blonde again, im have some black box dye at home and im gonna use it tonight. im too scared to get a mullet so i got a shag cut months ago. its grown out and my hair is flat again. the split ends poke me when i dont put it up in a bun.

i just saw a fat guy talk about his experience at a panel. he's so cool. his name is so close to my deadname, two letters off. hes two years younger than me and everything i want to be. except i want to be pretty and not at all like him. i wear long black dresses, my favorite skirt is too tight around my hips now and i have to go shopping because im fatter than i was four years ago and nothing fits. i lost two years of my life for no reason. i feel like a child.

i don't own any shorts that fit. my mom is skinnier than me and hates that she's fat. i hate my life. i love being queer and fat and hairy. my body is wrong or maybe my mind is. i haven't talked to my dad in three years. i miss him. he took me to my first ever pride parade, we marched together. there's a parade tomorrow too. i'll go with a bunch of other queer kids who don't know me and i'm older than all of them. im a woman. i used to be anorexic and i haven't eaten today, not because im trying to hurt myself but because im just so tired and busy. i don't have time to cook and eat. mom made tacos. im gonna go now. im tired. im a girl. god i feel so wrong. i want to be pretty, is that so wrong?

[bloatware-xl-rp]

"System Crash"

[The Weapon x you/Sarah palmer]

Contains: rabid growth. Rapid weight gain. Gts. Size difference.

TW suckles at your phone's charging port. The entire bottom of your phone in her lips S she stares directly at you. Slowly deleting all your phone data. Ingesting gigabytes of secret shameful fat porn downloads. Your emails your texts. Your apps your screenshotsm

Staring at you cutely as her belly swelled like a bug blueberry. Her buttocks getting fatter and sagging in her simulated uniform pants. She scritches her belly. You like that dont you? And gives the growing orb a wobble.

You struggle between wanting to slap the phone out of her lips and save your precious data...and watching the blue bombshell blowing up on all your juicy fattening content.

She starts and temporarily pulls your phone out of her mouth. "Oh my gosh. Y-you have FAT art of ME on here!" The Weapon flickers all pink for a moment. The AI equivalent of blushing. Then ravenously plans her lips on your phone again and goes back to slurping up your contacts, your juicy porn, your tasty social media apps. Her tummy starting to sag out from under her pants as it grew like a balloon. Her clothes didn't burst they simply grew with her, defying the laws of physics.

Her backside was a shelf now. Bug enough to set a glass of wine on, her tum hung to her knees, and stuck out almost as far as she was tall. It sloshed and fizzled.

TW moans cutesy and just for show, tips her head back holding your phone in both hands and "gulps" down the last of your firmware. For a brief moment a glitched out "shutting down" logo appeared reflected in her eyes.

Then she dropped your empty, useless, bricked phone, and you heard the screen shatter.

She was panting, she sunk to her knees, but her belly hit the floor first. It sloshed like a big balloon and spread out in all directions, a plump little dome with a bust like two footballs stuffed into her shirt. The neck of her shirt slowly belted as if an invisible knife were drawn from the collar down to the milled of her boobs, and soft plump blue cleavage emerged. Her fat fanny wobbled as she gave it an experimental shake. Putting one hand back to feel how wide and fat her backside had become.

"Nnfff. I even got back rolls. I'm just...oh no...did your porn corrupt me?" TW made a face, slapped four fingers to her lips. Her eyes bulged, cheeks puffed. She tried so desperately to hold it in, but her body made a sound like a 90's dial up modem...

"Buuuuurrrrp. Oooh." Her burp made her clutch her fat new belly. The weapon burping into a loud lewd moan. Embarressed she added in a small voice "that was hot..."

Rubbing and squeezing and patting herself all over she bit her lip.

"Am I big enough? I...don't fatten up like a normal girl. I think I could get bigger. D-do you want to see me get bigger?" TW stroked her fat, and peered up at your frozen body. "I-if you don't need that computer over there...." she licked her lips eying your new PC.

Sensing danger you hastily grabbed her your old XBOX 360. If a phone did THAT to her, maybe she'd get plenty fat on your old game hard drives.

"Mfff. This thing is ancient." TW pouted. Snuffing your Xbox 360. "Is that...." she sniffed it again and frowned. "I smell Cortana." She kissed the usb port and licked it. Her hips bulged another inch with a soand like squeezed rubber. "Oh! Mmm. It IS her and...o-oh. Is that John..." she turned pink again. And looked away. Grabbing an old XBox plug and play cord. She plugged it in, and promptly but the metal connectors on the wide pyramid shaped base.

"Oh my gawd its delicious! What's gears of War? Its so yummy!" TW moaned and began slurping greedily. Her big butt swelling steadily behind her. Her fat belly starting to spread across the room like a blue blob comming for your toes. Her thighs were starting to get rolls at the knees. Her glow a little richer more vibrant. She tied her bob hair cut back into a little top knot as she sucked and sucked and sucked up your fattening game saves first them moved onto your dlc.

"I feel like all the big games are going straight to my ass." The Weapon said. Sure enough two huge bags of blubber were rising like mountains behind her. The fat orbs of her booty pressing against her lower back and thighs pinning her against the fat round tum that was propping her up on her knees.

By the time she'd finished eating mass effect. She was immobile. A round yoga ball like belly and huge yoga ball sized ass cheeks. A round soft face. A second chin, and arms as wide as pillows and thighs like big plush couch arm rests.

Your XBOX fan was whining the amount of electricity she was pulling through it just to slurp up your old data and add it to her growing fattening form was melting the Xbox insides. The weapong was getting...bigger.

Not just fatter. But taller too. Her tits were three times the size of your head. Her long thighs were quickly approaching 5 feet in length. You realized she was towering over you now. Her entire plump form filling your living room.

You felt something soft and squishy push against your knees, and instinctively looked down in time to see her fat spreading belly mush warm and soft into your standing lap nearly bowling you over as she got fatter and fatter and fatter.

You looked up to see her head was nearly touching thr ceiling you stumbled back and bumped into the wall, sitting on your butt limbs splayed as you stared up at the big blue fatty. My gosh she had to be 9 feet tall!

The Dimitrescue sized TW stood your old 360 resting against her left tit hanging from her lips on the little plug n play cord. Hands as big as your chest cupped tits as big as you and squeezed them moaning loud enough to shake your house.

Hwr belly filled 40% of the damn living room! Sher ass was squeezed against the roof. She grunted. There was a sparking sputter from your 360. Before it red ringed, and the fans spun down to a stop.

The weapon looked dazed, she was STUFFED with data. Her eyes glazed over panting and puffing. Her tired eyes looked down, she could barely see you around all her big blue fat.

HUUOOOOOOOOORRP.

The little xbox 360 tumbled and shattered as it hit the floor. Another device in your house absolutely bricked. A sacrifice of nostalgia just to make your room mate fatter.

"Mmff. Your damn roof is...pointy...its digging into my big butt!" She frowned.

You shivered. TW's voice was getting low and husky.

"C'mere idiot. Feel what you've fucking done to me." A hand reached out and too late you realized it was big enough to wrap around your torso. You were slammed against the greedy blue blob, and sank face first into her soft warm belly. "Hehe hehe kinda cute feeling you struggle down there. Maybe I should fucking squash you with this fat tummy. Just feel you squirm for a few days while I eat up your house. What do you say? You don't need your Xbox one, do you? Not with that yummy looking pc in the corner. And whats this?"

TW picked up your router. She could smell "data" now. Like a shark smelling blood in the water. Your heart lept, if TW started sucking up the internet. There might be no fucking limit to the damage (or how fat) she could fucking get.

You hastily try to distract her with your Ps3 hoping this measly morsel will distract the growing gigabyte gulping glutton from turning into a terrifying terabyte snacking tyrant.

The Weapon stuffed you in her cleavage and bat the Playstation away. Trying to fumble with the tiny little clasp that would release your ethernet cable and get to the tasty tasty internet inside.

She was too big now.

Her fingers too massive and too chubby to touch the little plastic clips. Pouting she bashed your combination wifi/router against her tummy a few times. But she was so plush and jiggly it did 0 damage.

Tugging and tugging she couldn't get the cable out. She struggled so much she burped, and belched as grunted and groused.

"So much juicy data! Bigger, bigger! I want to get bigger for you! Help me you tiny nerd!" The weapon whined.

Accidentally hitting the reset button, The Weapon started.

"What? Oh...oh my gosh what is that? What..." her breasts began to plump and swell straining against her uniform they had nowhere to go back to mash against each other, the pressure pushing and crushing on your body as you struggled to get free of the giant sloshy booba. TW clapped a hand to her belly and felt it pulsing, swelling.

"Ooooh. Oh yes. More....more...MORE!"

There was an ominous groan from the wood and plaster all around you.

TW's clothes simply faded away, her fat tits sprung free, and you stumbled out of her cleavage and flopped across the surface if the massive massive tum.

Her belly was squishing fmagainst the walls trying to fill every available space. Furniture and support walls were crumbling as her fat hips shattered your living room growing into your bathroom your bedroom. All of it her room.

Suddenly no room. You were smooshed in a sea of glowing blue lard. How was she still fattening up? How was she still growing!?!?!?

Then it hit you.

TW had enabled the wifi by accident. She was literally siphoning the very internet itself. Growijng bigger, rounder, blobbier off the very air itself!

Which an enormous crash The weapons huge blue booty exploded from the roof she stretched her arms each one as long as a street now and rolled her neck. Millions of shapeless soft pounds vaguely resembling a belly, hips, thighs, and two big blue mountains of cake were spreading across the town, the next city over.

Banks crashed. Millions died as her blubber simply rolled over them like thick blue jello.

All the while her moans and groans shook the air itself until the earth was literally plunged into darkness the only light on the planets were the sun, and the billion ton fatties soft blue glow seen from space....

The Spartan awoke with a start gasping. She'd cum in her armor and was still throbbing from the wet dream.

She looked around confused, back in the real world again. She wasnt...she wasn't some NERD in the past.

She was Sarah Palmer. Spartan in the UNSC navy. She sighed and collapsed back against the ground. She'd passed out in VR again.

Timidly, barely three inches tall, a little blue babe was poking the tips of her fingers together. "Um. Y-you were dreaming again." The Weapon mumbled. Trying not to look at the chubby chaser.

Sarah rubbed her head. Frowning. The fuck was an Xbox 360 anyway? Absolutely nonsense.

Getting up Sarah couldn't look at TW either.

"It um...I locked the door so no one could get in. And disabled recording but. Um. Your d-dreams..." TW glanced at the screen to her left the big blue fatass moaning and belching turning her on a little bit. Just thinking about the idea of someone fattening her up.

Her dirty secret.

Their subconsciousnesses bleeding together in Sarah's sleep.

"Thank you." Sarah finally said. "Weapon...I trust you won't tell anyone about this?"

"Th-that you had a dream about me eating every peice of information ever and becoming a big sexy fat girl?" The Weapon asked.

"Sexy?" Palmer asked back before she could stop herself.

Both women shared a glance, then immediately looked away.

"Y-you wouldn't happen to l-like fat girls would you Spartan Palmer?" The Weapon asked timidly. The pair finally locked eyes for a long second.

The weapon gulped. And took a chance. Her hand on her flat tummy...she adjusted her image, making her tummy grow a little bit. Making herself a little fatter.

Sarah Palmer looked around to see if anyone was looking.

"Weapon. I have new orders for you. A secret mission, just between us, you understand?"

The weapon got embarressed and shrank back to her thin, lithe self. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders and coughed. Looking serious.

Sarah crouched so she was eye level with the weapon.

"I can't keep having these dreams. They're too distracting." Palmer said.

The weapon nodded seriously. But didn't understand at all.

"I need you to be a little fatter when you're around me. Just a little bit, you understand?" Sarah said. "This is for the good of the UNSC, you understand? I need you to be my cute little fatass."

The Weapon's heart leapt. Her booty grew a few inches and she allowed herself a soft pot belly.

"Fatter." Sarah said smiling. "Go on you can be fatter for me, can't you? For the good of the Navy?"

The Weapon nodded. And grew fatter, her pot belly turning into a beer belly. Her cute pink thong peeking out of her pants as her ass got fatter. Her thighs touched, and a second chin grew.

"Fatter." Sarah moaned softly. "I-immobile at least."

The weapon was visibly thrilled but embarressed, and flopped forward. She never "fell over" because a soft bed of belly caught her and she bounced bouyantly in a ball of her own fat.

Sarah looked around. Bit her lip. And leaned in and kissed her. "Good girl." She murmured to the weapon.

"P-permission to be camled your fatty? A good fatty?" The Weapon stammered.

Sarah, realizing they were on the same page smiled. Kissed her again, her face going right through the 6 inch tall butterball, and whispered.

"You're a good little fatty, TW. Meet me in my quarters. We have a lot to discuss."

[dirk-rider]

Being a bigshot branch manager was more work than Jake expected when he began climbing the corporate ladder, and to say the day had been treating Jake well would be a falsehood.

Jake’s secretary, Dirk, had taken the day off, which was already a poor start. He tried to think of the positives though, such as how he’d start the day with a meeting over breakfast. He liked when Dirk scheduled them over meals, as the food gave him an excuse to speak less as his thoughts were still muddled by sleep.

Then Jake had requested a meeting over tea. He felt it was important to the atmosphere. And what’s a cup of tea without hors d'oeuvres? So he’d ordered a plate of sandwiches as well.

After that he was certainly a bit full, but not full enough to complain. Unfortunately for him, this meant he had little out for his proposed lunch. And sure, he could have ordered something light, but that might send the impression that he wanted to get away from this client as fast as possible. No, that wouldn’t do. So he ordered a plate of ribs.

The drive back home was tough, now full to nearly max capacity and kind nearly oozing melatonin, but he got through it by thinking about the fact that, once he was alone, he could rub at his gut and maybe get things to move on faster. And it wasn’t like he had any more meals planned for the day, Dirk certainly couldn’t cook.

Unfortunately for him, Dirk couldn’t cook.

As he stepped into the foyer, he heard Dirk call his name.

TT: Hey, Jake, you’re just in time.

TT: I’m in the kitchen, come join me?

Oh dear lord.

GT: Hello dirk! What have you been up to today?

The question was tentative, as Jake had an answer in mind which he was not a fan of for multiple reasons. And, upon joining Dirk in the kitchen, his answer was proven correct.

TT: Well, Jake, I feel like deductive reasoning could answer that question for you.

GT: Ah. Cooking?

TT: No shit, Sherlock. Check the spread.

In all honesty, the food didn’t look all too atrocious, though certainly nothing fancy. Centered on the table was a bowl of spaghetti, and the pasta seemed to have come out well. A bowl of tomato sauce rested beside it, as well as a bag of mixed cheeses. As Dirk pulled out a chair for Jake, Jake noticed that a few slices of… toast? were placed upon his plate as well, thankfully not burnt this time.

TT: Take a seat, man, food’s gettin cold.

GT: Well- dirk- this is very kind of you! But… why?

TT: What, can a bro not make another bro a plate of spaghetti? You’ve been workin’ hard, figured you might need some fuel.

GT: Well thats very thoughtful but you know i have spent all day eating- you scheduled the meetings yourself!

TT: Hm, did I? I don’t remember doing that. Doesn’t sound like me. C’mon, Jake, sit.

GT: Well dirk i have the physical evidence right here.

TT: What evidence? I don’t see jack, man.

GT: Dirk just *look* at this dangblasted… bouncing… bulge of a belly im sporting!

Jake huffed and patted his stomach.

TT: Oh man, you look sooo big. Big deal, you ARE big. Don’t look any fatter than you did this morning.

Jake blushed a bit.

GT: Thats kind of my point! You have been feeding me nonstop! Dont you think my gut could use a bit of a break???

TT: No, no I don’t. Now c’mon big boy, what do you want on your pasta?

Jake sighed, realizing he was too tired to continue arguing with someone who could bullshit his way through nearly every conflict he came across.

GT: …The marina smells rather good. As does the meat.

TT: Theeere we go. Start on the bread while I get the rest of your plate set up?

So Jake complied. He brought a slice of vaguely wet toast to his mouth and was pleasantly surprised by the flavor.

GT: Mm dirk whatch on thish? It feels- *gulp*- it feels… well a bit mushy if im honest. But it tastes wonderful!

TT: That’s the result of a shitton of butter. Melted faster than I would’ve liked, to explain the texture. But I’m glad it tastes alright.

Jake brought it back to his lips and quickly finished off the slice. He was going to reach for the second when Dirk put a hand to his and set a larger plate in front of Jake.

TT: Slow down on the bread, would you? You’re fillin’ up on unnecessary carbs before the big event.

GT: The entirety of this meal can be described as “unnecessary carbs” dirk. Ive already eaten my fair share for today!

TT: Yeah yeah whatever, quit opening your mouth if you’re not going to put something in it.

Jake rolled his eyes but once again complied, and he wasn’t displeased with the flavors. Sure, not a culinary masterpiece, but he could tell effort had been put into the meal. The effort became more obvious as a relatively large chunk of garlic entered his mouth and his brows furrowed as he swallowed it.

GT: Did you cut the garlic cloves yourself?

TT: Yeah, man, store was low on any actual spaghetti sauce so I made do with tomato paste and whatever else I could find that smelled Italian.

Jake smiled at that, and a giggle bubbled up and out of his pretty, plush lips. Dirk grinned.

TT: You think that’s funny?

GT: I do indeed. You really need some practice cooking!

TT: Well that was kind of the point of takin’ today off. I wanted more ways to take care of my princess.

Jake averted his eyes and smiled wider.

GT: You *did* put all day into this dish. Least i could do is eat it…

TT: It really is. Got my blood, sweat, tears, and various other fluids up in this bitch.

GT: Gosh dirk even your… you-know-what?

TT: Cum?

Jake nodded.

TT: Oh man, nah. I’ve been dangling precariously off the edge all damn day, Jake. Haven’t even hoisted myself up with a bit of touching. 

GT: What over?

TT: Your deductive reasoning skills have taken a sharp decline tonight, huh?

Jake jokingly punched Dirk in the arm.

GT: I would like you to say it.

TT: After that display of violence? No thank you. My thoughts are stayin’ locked up and private, maybe I’ll blue-ball YOU in the process.

GT: You know im a fan of blue genitalia.

Now Dirk was laughing.

TT: Fine, fine.

TT: I’d like it if you’d eat all of this, really reach capacity for me. 

TT: In my fantasies the meal would, ideally, be complimented by one of my drinks, but I get if you really are too full for that.

GT: I *am* feeling a bit parched…

TT: Well, shit, alright.

TT: Keep eating and I’ll grab you something.

Dirk got up to grab a drink for Jake and Jake continued eating. Maybe he was eating a bit faster than he should have been but he wanted this part over relatively quickly so he could get to the whole belly rubbing part faster.

The food was seeming better each bite he took, and after he grabbed a pinch of the cheese blend and sprinkled that over top, he decided that the meal was actually pretty good.

By the time Dirk was back Jake had finished about half of his plate.

TT: Okay, Jake. One bottle of Fanta front and goddamned center for your sensory enjoyment.

GT: Oh man i thought youd come back with just a can. You really think i can drink all that??

TT: With enough push? Yeah, man, definitely. You don’t have to finish it in one go, don’t worry-

Jake grabbed the bottle from Dirk’s hand and untwisted the cap, then brought it to his mouth and began, well, drinking would be an understatement. Jake was chugging down that bottle, greedy for the sensation and doubly so for Dirk’s praise.

About a third of the way in he was forced to call it quits, and as he parted from the bottle his panting was interrupted by a long, airy brruuu•UUo°･uurrrrph~!!

TT: Whoa.

GT: Hah- thank you dirk! That one felt. Whoo. That one felt good. I think it might have cleared up some space.

TT: Fuck, man, it sure as hell SOUNDED like it did. God, man, what am I going to do with you.

GT: Well you could start with a bit of care on the ol tum. Would you do that for me?

Dirk nodded more enthusiastically than he would’ve liked and put a hand on Jake’s stomach. It was much more notable how full he was when Dirk could actually feel the tightness in Jake’s midsection, even if beneath a good layer of fat.

GT: Alrighty then. Back to work!

Jake began eating with renewed vigor. His stomach now burbled idly under Dirk’s hands, fueled further by the occasional swig of orange substance. He finished his plate far faster than he had expected to, Dirk’s nonverbal encouragement making it much less of a chore to swallow.

When Dirk realized the plate was empty he fixed the issue, and the rest of the pasta now sat in front of Jake, save Dirk’s portion.

GT: Youre on top of it today! I might be too full to finish the rest of this though.

TT: Are you?

GT: No. 

GT: But you didn’t even take a second to contemplate whether i was or was not. You eager beaver already - *hic!* - loaded my plate!

TT: Not the only thing I’ll be loading tonight.

Jake ignored what Dirk had just implied by grabbing another forkful of pasta and shoving it into his mouth.

[bytchysylvy]

BODY THOUGHTS ESSAY PART 3/3

SOU CAST

(they werent meant to be spoilers but i forgot to mention it before so now its going to feel like a punch i guess, brace or dodge bitch)

rydara has a lot of mixed emotions because on one hand, he is soft and buff just as the vazuvyn ideals predicted, but on the other he is highly influenced by mortal media which looks at his build and the general largeness of vazuvyr with disgust. Dont even get him started about being a trans man while being the last child of udysna in a matriarchal society we dont have time for it. He is deeply insecure about his body and the binge eating problem isn't helping.

dathevar likes to think himself as the worlds fattest fuck and hopes to get fatter actually. his weight grounds his telekinesis and makes him literally, measurably more powerful than you could ever know. Hopes you bully him for it too because thats his kink. We are dealing with a sick fuck pervert here and we are all trapped on this planet with him.

vokutlvek has what theyre calling "post occupation syndrome" which is a self explanatory catch all diagnosis. For him it looks like his heart randomly giving out and fainting, chronic fatigue, the inability to get the strength he once had back, and erectile dysfunction. Only the other syrodsik and a few doctors know about it, he's too insecure about what's going on with him to be open about it. The fact he isn't as lean as he used to be gets to him despite the fact that most vazuvyr who lived through the occupation are now chubbier than they were before it, and its seen as a good thing, because to him its a reminder of whats going on. His body takes up more space now and he has nothing to show for it. Fears one day all his strength will be gone and he will be a useless drain on his kin.

azrem is a typical anorexic. Granted it comes less from a place of appearance and more that he is hypersensitive and gaining five pounds will feel like carrying a small child on him. And he already feels weak tired and exhausted for reasons no one could possible know so he cant afford to carry around more weight. While his appearance is very much not the vazuvyn ideal for a man he knows there is a subset of those who like his body type (such as his husband) and he tries his best to stay all dolled up to maintain that boytoy look.

qamkii is a perfectly plump little juicy pear of a man. he knows what he has. no notes.

medinyolv suffers from the dysphoria of wanting to turn themself into a dragon or perhaps a griffin. Outside this, they do not think much of their body except for how annoying it is to be so, so tiny among these giants. Its hard to let beauty standards get to you when you literally do not have a body like everyone around you.

udysna much enjoys being big and soft. its not that deep, she likes to roll down hills and likes having all the cushion she can have. she doesn't think, let alone about what mortal's think of her body.

norket knows he is a creature of great beauty and should never hide

the feelings silence has toward his body are beyond words, neither in a positive or negative way just. weird to exist like this but completely natural to do so

debatable if unknown has a body but if they do then its perfect

raqa is the most insecure specimen known to science. she could blow away in the breeze at any moment and is constantly aware of this. thinness being favored by mortals doesn't make her feel any better, vazuvyn women don't look like that, they arent skinny, who wants skinny bitches. she doesn't. she was spotted in seattle in need of a fat bitch.

panatyl loves her body because she will use it to tear you apart. doesnt know who attractiveness is or what it is.

glydenoras is ok. She's at an age where she has her clique of people who are attracted and available to her. Doesn't need much else other than that. Gets a little annoyed that people will think she's pregnant and ask considering how much trauma she has around it with all but one of her children being dead.

kudelsa has the benefit of being an age-old beauty ideal. Full hourglass figure complete with a thick waist. Of course she has a good relationship with her body. Though she keeps her attire reserved because its something sacred for only a few worthy of it. Her body is a temple, she takes care of it like one.

buvikiro is in the same boat but also is a beauty ideal for mortals since he has that stupid tiny waist. Knows she's a sex symbol to both mortals and vazuvyr dresses to appeal to both groups. Her body is an amusement park, open to anyone who can pay the fee.