#stretchmarks🥴

[drewcent]

You mentioned not being able to get up after a stuffing. What about not even being able to sit up?

It's been hours upon hours of endless stuffing. Drinking so much melted ice cream and shakes towards the end is what really does it. You'd shifted forward a bit just to lay back, hoping the change in position would stretch you out a bit more and, somehow create more room. And it did, a little.

But then you were stuffed beyond your capacity.

Those gorgeous stretch marks look so very red, almost angry. You rub circles on the side of your belly that towers before you. But even gentle rubbings ache, they send shooting sensations through you. You're too full, way too full. You think maybe you could get more comfort if you changed how you were sitting.

But you can't even do that, can you? Your gluttony has beached you here on your own couch. Trying to sit up is nearly impossible. Your belly is too bloated, too stuffed, heavier than it's ever felt. All you can do is wait beneath the consequences of your own actions. You probably moan and groan as if you regret it but, really, as soon as you feel a little less full, you'll fix that.

On and on you'll stuff yourself, won't you?

Even if I had some self control left in me.. I think it's all gone after reading this.. every time I stuff my fat swelling belly I want to get a step closer to being unable to lift my heavy stretchmarked gut on my own 🥴

[the-kr8tor]

7 TIMES THE WHEEL ROLLED ONTO ANGST AND EVERY TIME I WAS LIKE NO I CANT SUBJECT THEM TO THAT YET ITS NOT TIME. I gotta let your hearts heal before I break them again >:) (Also- what was your opinion on South Arcade, if you listened to it?) Daily Hobie HC! Venturing into a little bit of an insecurity here- hip dips. Hobie will defend them to the end of his life. Trust me. He'll often be holding you by your hips, his fingers splayed over the area with his ring finger seeming to always be falling just into where the skin of your hip dips into the bone. If you try to point it out to him, Hobie will just nonchalantly give you his 'its a resting place for my fingers' excuse, a small smirk tugging at his lips knowing how you feel about it. After all, you shouldn't be insecure about something you can't control. Even while you guys are cuddling, his hands will drift down to your hips, lightly rubbing slow circles just above where it dips, before settling his hand/fingers on it, claiming it to be his little holder for when he gets a little fidgety while holding you. If you're wearing ANYTHING low rise, he'll have a brief short circuit whenever he goes to hold you at your hip dips, and you can definitely tell whenever it happens as his fingers will just ever so slightly twitch. However, with your permission, he'll still hold you by your hip dips, his thumb resting on the edge of your low rise clothing. Not to be a perv, but to be able to poke you whenever he feels like being playful. If you had expressed about being insecure about it originally, he would definitely hype you up whenever you would wear anything that defined it or low-rise. Hobie would also make sure you knew he adored every single part of you, including your hip dips. Just like stretchmarks/scars/etc, sometimes he'll just absentmindedly trace over them, finding it a little cute how they seem like small skateboard dips, and when he means he loves you, he means all of you. The good and the bad, the things that society considers 'unattractive', all of it. And you love him all the same. -🐦‍⬛

I'm starting to think that there is an actual wheel for daily hobie hcs 😲 (the wheel currently wants us to hurt apparently)

I've only listened to danger but I like it so far! They remind me of 2000s music for some reason (in a good way!)

DAILY HOBIE HC!! 🎉

'it's a resting place for my fingers' HOW CHEEKY!! 😍😍😍🥰🥴

Oh to be held like that 🥹🥹🥹

Yeesss I stand by the fact that Hobie would love you through your insecurities ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ he'd love you for who you are ❤️

The skateboard dips gave me an idea. You know those deck techs? The lil skateboards for your fingers? Yeah he'd get one and 'skate' all over your body lol

[inflateftm]

Not a request. But it be sooo cute to see you become a career surrogote. Get pregnant over 9 times, carrying twins and triplets over the years. Becoming basically a incubator for people that cant conceive. All while you get bigger and bigger with each pregnancy. Maybe becoming a dad yourself. Just having a constantly swollen, massive, and stretch out tummy. Maybe at one point in your surrogote career you get to carry quadruplets!

I mean, it can count as a request 🤣

The joy I'd give couples and the joy I'd have carrying more and more babies. Womb as well as well as the skin on my abdominal area getting challenged by unusual growth,stretched and decorated with pale rose colored stretchmarks ♡

And oh how I would love to be uncomfy and groan when the small ones decides to let me know that they're awake and healthy but twisting and turning in my belly.

Kicks getting stronger along with the weight increasing over the months🥴🫣

(I would make sooooo many videos of every pregnancy I'd be blessed with 👀)

[eggluttony]

Okay what if Eggman started getting more pear shaped we know all his limbs are belly thin in comparison what if the weight stared going to his hips, thighs, and butt (and maybe even arms) instead of just his belly making him more curvy

Yeahhh that's super hot 🥰 With his change in fat distribution from classic to modern it could shift around again in time and affect him in new places. Him eventually thickening out more in other areas, looking even fatter and wider than ever as all the fat finds more new places to store when he piles on the pounds is so fun. Looking so huge and wide and fattened up and plump everywhere really suits him 💕

His love handles getting really thick and his hips looking really wide is sexy, his model in the games seems to have that effect close up and it's what I like to call his middle-age spread but we should go wider. And his butt getting so much fatter and wider to the point it really sticks out far further than before and his ass cheeks are round and thick. And him getting wider plusher arms and legs and thick wobbly thighs. 😍

When he sits all his fat spreads even more. His belly proceeds so far it looks close to reaching his knees and rests on big thick thighs, squishy love handles spill, his hips are so wide, his butt so big it's in the way of sitting back fully in his seat. His arms are too chubby for arm rests and his butt, hips, and belly are too wide for the seat. His bigger softer tits rest on top of his wide belly. His cheeks are fat and he has a big double chin. 🥴

He looks so massive and curvy and wide from every angle. Everything is plump, soft, and squishy, wobbles and jiggles like thick jelly, and sags heavily. He keeps getting stuck in seats and doors from being so wide as often as breaking them and he can't fit his clothes not even just over his big fat belly and tits, he can't even put his fatter arms and legs and butt in. The waist area on all his clothes can't cover his new width!

Everything wobbles and jiggles so much when he moves and his fatter legs and heavier belly makes him waddle more. When he looks in the mirror, he sees all the deep dark stretchmarks much lower down his belly, butt, thighs, arms, everywhere. It all forces him to acknowledge how they've all really expanded and how much he's blowing up bigger as he keeps growing and more fat keeps sticking to more places.

Being wider and heavier and the struggles can be embarrassing and he gets tired and breathless much easier. But he feels so warm and cozy being so soft and fat, it encourages him to stay comfy being lazy and lounging on his fat ass, even though he still can't stop being greedy and stuffing his face. His body really starts to show the fatass he is even when he isn't seen eating because he's gotten so big!

I approve of Dr. Pearman who looks so fat and expanded and wide from every angle with his big plump butt sticking out at the back, wide hips and love handles spilling out at his sides, and fat belly and big tits proceeding him at the front. And him having cute chubby arms and thick wobbly thighs. 💘 So soft, flabby, cuddly, and heavy with a huge body that jiggles a ton all over, that would be such a dream god 🤤💜💖💕

[flintenweib]

me and a friend at the pub: *talking about beauty standards, also mentioning stretchmarks*

my coworker out of nowhere: stretchmarks 🥴 you know, I like older women and stretchmarks are my kink

me:

[drewcent]

I wonder if after the next 100lbs gained those stretchies will finally spiderweb over your whole torso.

Betcha need some cocoa butter rubbed in when you’re massively stuffed, with help to push you further. Those belly rubs do help release some of that gas and buildup. Making you even fatter, and a well moisturized skin has more stretch too😈 Legs splayed and belly resting heavily near your knees, or at least it feels like it, you can barely see you ankles with how much fat is in your view.

The bigger I get the more I need a pair of hands to to keep pushing more food inside my belly while caressing my sensitive stretchmarks 🥴

[sugarpopss]

ARF ARF ARF GOD UGH he’s so kitten UGH THE sensitive hidden stretchmarks the smooching Bruce being a responsible medical provider 🥴😳💦💦💦

hi cal! i love your page sm. i wanted to request more chubby bucky (i’m so obsessed & haven’t seen him in a min) also make sure to take care of yourself and have a good day/night 🩷

HI!!!! Sorry I’ve been such a spazz and awful about my page and askbox I’m in my new era blah blah but YES! CHUBBY BUCKY! Thanks for the well wishes I’m trying to practice ~self care~ and ~time management~ mwah mwah much love. So let’s say this just in the same universe as Poolside Blues!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: body dysmorphia, obsessive thoughts, negative body talk, Muscle chub Buck, Bucky’s shit self esteem is saved by sunshine gf, holiday weight gain, Bucky being a stubborn mf, switch!Bucky, reader has empathic projection, horny texts, body worship, WE LOVE SOFT PARTS AND STRETCH MARKS ROUND HERE, teasing, sub space, daddy kink, pnv!sex, cuddles and fluff, Bucky is just a big cuddly tiger kitty

“Bucky if you stare at the scale any longer I’m going to break it. Holidays are over, you can get back to being in the gym twenty-five eight.”

Bucky eyed his petite girlfriend, frowning from the doorway to the bathroom. He palmed his stupid fucking gut and sighed, he actually had to suck in to see the number! This is why Bucky hated the holidays. Besides being cold. James Buchanan Barnes very much disliked the cold, one could assume why.

He could handle the residual un-moveable pudge leftover from Hydra’s ever consistent tinkering with his bodily functions. But then it all started with Halloween. Wanda and his girlfriend loved to bake. So he’s getting force fed cookies. Then they need to decorate, go to functions, give out candy. No time for gym.

Bucky grumbled and stepped off the scale, padding to his closet. He grumbled more, “Stupid turkey holiday.” Great yes, the holiday known for feasting. Pumpkin spiced everything in his vision. Bucky had a weakness for pumpkin, his ma made good spiced bread. He took a short vacation with his lovely little angel to the mountains. He tried to rationalize that hiking and marathon sex would make up for the amount of food he had ingested.

Tony Stark of course had a grandiose Thanksgiving celebration. Bucky tried to keep it light, he did, he really did. But every refusal got sad eyes or downright offense. The former winter soldier was belly up by the end of the night, all gym plans out the window.

Christmas fared no better. His best gal absolutely adored Christmas. It was the first holiday she’d experience not as an asset to Hydra, just like Bucky. So instead of RUNNING or LIFTING, the Brunette was shopping and ice skating. He’d already gone up a size in clothes December 3rd to be exact. Bucky correctly guessed he would go up another post-Christmas.

He’d whinge and rant to Steve, the blondie listening and telling Bucky to chill— it’s not like anyone thought it was bad. Bucky exasperatedly shouted, “I’m like a goddamn balloon! I don’t need to be on missions like this! I’m going to Bruce, jerk.”

“Punk.”

Bruce didn’t help either. Just said once he got back into a routine it would come off and he’d be at his regular weight. Refused to give Bucky Ozempic either. Some kinda doctor he was, his patient was obviously distraught.

“Are you dressed yet?,” she hollered.

“Give me a second!,” Bucky pouted.

He was going to pout today. Go to gym, get anger out, and pout. So he shimmied on some catastrophically tight basketball shorts and the biggest shirt he could find. Luckily it covered him up. May or may not have been a panic buy. Bucky cursed some more sitting on his bench to lace up his shoes, stupid gut getting in the way.

Red faced and irritated he snarked, “Happy now princess? I’m going to the gym, nothing is stopping me, I will be going to work out.” She grinned and watched him grab his bag, slapping a round ass cheek on his way out. Bucky shuddered at the wobble. Her familiar rasp rang out, “Nice ass baby! Go get em!”

He was too old for this. Technically his girl was ten years his junior if you took off the cryogenic time. He loved her dearly, always bubbly, somehow remained optimistic after all she’d been through. But the little freak liked Bucky’s pudge, loved it. Always grabbing up on it.

Bucky took the stairs to the gym. He needed it. The brunette thought with a smirk that if he had a nickel for every time he had to remove her hands from his ‘handles of love’ he would’ve been a millionaire back during the Depression. He grimaced at the feeling of his chubby tummy and thick thighs.

Finally. He’d made it. Gym time.

Not a soul in sight, Bucky could just relax and get his frustrations out. With a fuck-ton of a cardio and some toning exercises— really didn’t need any muscle to bulk him out more. He felt a bit peaceful for once, a strange bravado coming over him. The soldier stretched his unused muscles and did a bit of breathing exercises.

God, he already felt lighter. Maybe. Maybe he would take a picture and see if the camera made him look different. Bucky’s therapist already hammered him about his ‘body dysmorphia and negative self-image’.

Taking a peak about and tying his hair half up, Bucky propped the camera at a flattering angle and yanked off his shirt. He refused to look in a mirror for the holidays unless he was clothed. Fiddling with the inane controls, the man finally had the thing on a timer. He pulled off his shirt and tried to pose, straighten up his back again.

The flash went off and he ran to the phone, hit send, then sat down on a nearby bench to look fully. The brunette had to keep his ‘body positive!’ thoughts at the forefront. His chest and legs looked good. Face didn’t look too puffy thanks beard.

Disgust picked the earlier bravado up and hulk smashed it. Buck’s eyes were glued to his rounded belly and fat hips, a muffin over those horrid shorts. There, oh my god, there were stretchmarks on him? Bucky never had stretchmarks! Not the red kind! But there they were— mocking him. Ragged lines on his hips and sections of stomach.

He deleted the picture, feeling horrid. He should run more. But not before the pings blowing up his phone. She was strange and texted in 5 different messages that could’ve been sent in one singular text.

“Babbbbyyyy omg you’re so hot”

“Fuck, I’m getting all flustered in this debrief.”

“Look at that pretty body. Wanna lick those pretty stripes, tiger.”

“I’m so horny lmfao get your ass back to the room in 30. I’m gonna fucking ride you so goddamn hard.”

Bucky blinked a bit, feeling himself perk up. He still was a overblown balloon, but at-least the weirdo he loved enjoyed it. “Tiger huh,” he murmured, scratching at the sensitive marks. Bucky had a time limit now, snatching his gear up and stuffing it into a bag, hustling down the stairs to his room.

“Hey Buck,” Sam’s voice was a blur as Bucky entered his room. He smirked a bit hearing a muffled, “Weird ass.” The super soldier kept his mind on the prize— getting the daylights fucked out of him by his girls. Nope he wasn’t going to pay attention to the chafe on the inside of his thighs one bit. Okay...maybe he’d powder the area after the shower.

All he had to do was wait now. Wait. Not get nerved about his very naked body. He felt like a pile of exposed lard but it’ll be okay. Yep. Bucky would be fine. Pussy would fix his problems. As long as she played nice and didn’t tease. That rendered Bucky into a teary, babbling mess. Either he was always a masochist or Hydra made him into one but God— sometimes when she got mean he saw stars.

The door busted open, Bucky feeling relief at her grinning face. She gently closed it behind her, stripping easily while throwing her panties at him. He caught the material, moaning softly as she growled, “See what you did to me in the middle of that debrief? Had to cut it short my pheromones were so bad.”

Bucky inspected the panties, eyes fluttering at the slick wetting the cloth. He gripped and inhaled, hand flying down to soothe his cock. A lithe body crawled to the end of the bed, the soldier flushing as she seated herself in between his thighs. Keeping him in fucking missionary, her manicured nails spreading him a bit. He gasped, body jolting at the exposure.

Her perky tits heaved as she groped at his thighs and slid down to get handfuls of his round ass. Bucky threw his head back and moaned, “W-What are you up to?” Earlier mentioned pheromones were making his body keyed up and sensitive, pupils likely swallowing up blue eyes. She leaned forward, taught body against his cock.

“Mmm- I don’t know really. You just looked so delicious,” she kissed his belly and cooed, “I know you’re upset with yourself right now, Buck, you’re fucking gorgeous. Holiday weight or not. But I’ll even go to the gym with you, know I’ve been a distraction.”

Bucky slurred a name, hands reaching for her waist, she was so sweet. He sighed, “I enjoyed you as my distraction, best disss-traction everrr. Fuck you’re makin’ me horny babydoll.” She crawled up his bigger body to plant a kiss on Bucky’s swollen lips before sliding back to her place. His cock leaked when she giggled, “I know, poor baby’s all achy for me. But I wanna do something first.”

She slid palms up and down Bucky’s muscled arms, soothing him a little. Then the she-devil gripped his chunky love-handles and shook, watching with poorly-disguised glee. Bucky whined, “Baaaby, stoppp, it’s awful!”

“Think of them as tiger stripes, they’ll fade out when you drop weight,” she dug under where his belly hung a bit and traced at his most sensitive stretch marks. Bucky let out an indecent noise, thrusting up into her sweet touch. The fellow avenger cooed, “S’that feel good tiger? Need some lotion. Pretty boy.”

Bucky outright whimpered when her hand wrapped around his weepy cock, already slick from copious pre. She slowly moved her hand, praising him. Pretty boy, smart, handsome, good, kind, helpful.

He was going to bust a nut before anything happened. Bucky barked, “B-babe, stop! Stop!” Her pretty brows knitted together, hand jerking away as she asked, “What’s wrong bub?” He panted, “Gimme a second, w-wanna fuck you so baaaad.” She gently stroked the outside of thick muscled thighs, padded with love in her opinion.

“Thought I was going to ride you?,” she asked, face beginning to flush.

Bucky shook his head, managing to push himself up to get face-to-face. His soft body filled the tight space between them, making her whimper now. Bucky used one hand to caress the side of her face, the other massaging her pretty tit. Long lashes fluttered, her lips falling open.

Score. He managed to somewhat fumble through the pheromone fog.

Bucky rumbled, “Nuh-uh, all this talk about my body and you don’t want me to pin you down and fill your pretty pussy up? Hm sweetheart?” He punctuated the sentence with a deep kiss, the sweet thing easily giving up to him. It was fun when she played mean but Bucky had more experience— he could play his girl like a fucking fiddle.

“C’mon,” smack, “use your,” smack, “words baby,” smack smack. She didn’t want to stop kissing, sucking on his bottom lip as he pulled away. She blushed, embarrassed on how fast the situation had flipped. His girl whined, “Yeah, c’mon fuck me, fuck me full daddy.” He grinned and laid back, strong arms pulling her atop him.

She squealed, eyes widening. Bucky purred, “You know what to do, Daddy’ll let you on top.” He bit his swollen lip again watching the tip of his clock get swallowed by molten heat, the pair of them shuddering in ecstasy. Her little hands planted on his chest, panting and whining at the fullness. He’d get to work, holding that pretty waist and fucking up into her tight cunt.

It wasn’t long before she was crying out and laying atop his body, gasping, “Y’feel so good! Ah! Soft and oh god s’fucking hard!” Bucky sucked at her neck and thrust into her with downright pornographic slaps. He grunted and gasped, legs wonderfully getting another workout.

He murmured into her ear, a hand stilling all that writhing the poor thing was doing, “Yeah doll? Daddy fucking you good? Feels good to lay on Daddy and get your pussy pounded huh?” She sobbed, clenching and spilling tears on his neck, “Yes daddy! Yes! Don’t stop, fuckfuckfuck, s’rubbing my clit! I love you Daddy!”

Bucky’s eyes crossed for a second. What?

The evil flab that curses his very existence is a free clit rubber? He moaned in delight. Bucky changed their position some to milk out that new fact. Might as well abuse it before it’s gone. His baby was clinging to him now, mewling his name, pussy spasming sporadically. Bucky tilted her head up, melting at her pretty eyes. He rasped, “Come for Daddy baby, know you’re close, let go babydoll.”

He was grinding the tip of his cock into her soft spot while cooing at her. She hiccuped on a sob, the entirety of lean frame tightening down on him. His baby was a lot stronger than she looked. He could feel her core clamp and soak his cock, sending Bucky reeling into his own orgasm with a hoarse shout. He whimpered at the feeling of his balls drawing painfully tight, emptying all he had pent up.

They laid in a pile of sweat and spend, probably love. She was still subbed out, nuzzling into Bucky, only making a soft noise when his soft cock slid out. The brunette guessed it was his turn to return her earlier favor. He felt like the man of the hour. Crazy little kitten thought her geriatric overweight cyborg assassin was hot. Even with the holiday pounds.

So he pressed little kisses, rubbed her back, waxed poetic nonsense of his love for her. Bucky was a lover boy back in the day, just a little rusty, not like his Babygirl was on planet Earth right now anyways. She murmured into his neck with a dopey smile, “Tiger.”

Once again, crazy fellow asset saving Bucky’s wavering self-esteem. How lucky was he?

[lovely-ari]

The view of those stretchmarks makes it worthwhile 🥴💞💕

Oops my belly hang is in your face 🫢

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