#wg stuff

[420faggyactivities69]

I've just been lately thinking about getting stuffed silly by a friend

Imagine you're just sleeping over at your friends house

He loves to cook and makes a ton of your favorite food

After you stuff yourself there's still so much food left

And said friend grew up with the "no leaving the table until everything is gone" mentality

So even though your pants are already digging into you he fills you plate again

And again

And again

At one point you start to protest, stuffed to the brim, feeling like you're about to explode

But instead of letting you go he'd just sit on your lap and force feed you every last bite

This would repeat every time you come over

Him stuffing you beyond full

And it wouldn't be long before you start noticing some changes

They'd be subtle at first

Your high waisted pants digging into you a little more than you remember

A shirt getting a little snug around your middle

Nothing to be too concerned about

But as time goes on the changes would get much more noticeable

In a few months you'd stand in front of the mirror and see a slight ring of fat under your chin

You'd lift up your oversized shirt and for the first time you'd really notice just how big your muffin top got

Your once slender thighs now a gapless, thick tree trunks

But at that point it would be too late

Your friend would continue feeding you at every chance he'd get

And your belly would continue to grow and rise like a dough

Until one day, after a particularly big stuffing

You'd try to sit down on the couch

The hem of your once loose pants lost under the hang of your belly, squeezing it so much it hurts

And once your plush ass would finally touch the couch

The button would just fly right off

[fat-house-cat-vibes]

Getting to play wrestle with your feeder, your weight on your side but your so much slower now and get out of breath so much easier now versus your feeder. Either way someone ends up straddling the other either seeing your dazed feeder as they realize just how fucking heavy they've made you or you below them and listening to them tease you and either way you'll be panting and so out of breath

[bread-baskets]

here's something new - I've been playing a lot of Cyberpunk recently and my brain has been working overtime on weight gain related scenarios the entire time. Like, you're living in an (arguably) dystopian society, BUUUT at least food is abundant, right? Here's a few things I've come up with over the past few days:

Waddling around Night City, and your full figure completely blending in due to undoubtedly skyrocketing obesity rates, with hyper-processed foods being the norm, especially so in urban areas.

A corporate CEO, or even just a well-off manager, keeping somebody as their trophy partner, with every penny (or perhaps, eddie) that comes into their wallet immediately flying out of it to buy food for their increasingly large partner. They have access to only the best for their partner, spending money on rare organic foods and real meats. After all, what's the use in over-indulging if the food isn't of a good quality?

A gang leader opting to use their gang to steal vehicles transporting food rather than valuable cargo, pawning off the vehicles to cover expenses, and keeping all the food to themselves. The gang slowly grows larger in both numbers and physical size, leaving the police bewildered and their waistlines very, very full.

New, untested cerebral cyberware going haywire in a successful merc's brain, causing their appetite to become insatiable almost overnight, and them being powerless to stop it.

There are probably plenty of lore inaccuracies here, but let me have my fun ok?!?!

[love--bites]

I work at a pizza restaurant and get about or slightly over 50% off of all purchases, and all I could think about today was this scenario where we get a new employee who is pretty fit and maybe even loves to exercise in their free time. I slowly start to encourage them to eat more of the "messed up" orders that they give us for free in the back, and when they seem like they want more but are hesitant, I'll just encourage them, "One more can't hurt!" Soon I start to buy them pizzas on-shift. It starts with just our one-slice specials, but as their love for pizza grows, so does their appetite. I order then two slices, then three, then four, then whole entire pizzas. Slowly but surely, they'll notice their brand new work shirt isn't fitting the way it's supposed to and even their pants seem a bit snug. When they first bring it up to me, I'll just say it probably shrank in the wash because "my shirts do that to me all the time". I'd be lying, and part of them would know it, but they'd continue with their new bad eating habits anyway. Over the course of only a few months, I'd watch them quickly balloon to an almost unrecognizable size, and as they become increasingly more aware of their gains, I'd simply keep encouraging them to eat more. "Why deny yourself the pleasure? Pizza's good, especially our pizza!" "So maybe you've gained a few pounds, are you really going to let that stop you?" "One more slice isn't going to rip your shirt off, just go ahead and take a bite!" Eventually, I would get them to the point where working is a bit troublesome, in which case, they can move in with me! Free room, free board, free amenities, and free pizza - what more could they ask for? I'll constantly ensure our kitchen is overflowing with all kinds of fattening snack and meal options, and I'll even make sure to keep most of the snacks within arm's reach for them, encouraging them to indulge as they lounge around and wait for me to come home. Soon enough, they won't even be able to get off the couch, and even though they likely didn't notice at first, there was no denying that they enjoyed every second they spent gaining more and more and more.

(I was exhausted and falling asleep writing this, so my apologies for any typos or if things don't make sense lmao; I will edit this in the morning)

[buttermybiscuit]

The lovely sight of a skinny feeder’s unknowing growth. How their once lean, even fit physique fading into the all so familiar softness they once felt on their feedee’s frame, their fingers sinking into the blossoming plush. It was an inevitably in retrospect, one can only proselytize gluttony for so long before it’s temptation enraptures their mind, even if they do not realize it as the sweet taste brushes against their tongue, and they finish things they did before. The influence of gluttony could hide behind the loosened waistband and sized up shirts for only too long before the facade cracked. The indent of their belly jutting over the rim, the battle against their butt to pull it over, the chafing of their thighs, their shirt riding up as they walked, an unfamiliar feeling in their stomach. They pressed their fingers against their chin as they questioned it for the first time, only to feel something they had never had; a developing double chin. They saw themselves in full for the first time, how they had filled out. How unfamiliar their body was. They didn’t know it, but they were too far gone to turn back. They’d let themselves go too far, and grow too fat. There was no turning back.

[programmingandmass]

16. office AU setting!

16. office AU setting.

Graduation into full time work for Chihiro should have meant the flowering of his programming talents to their best application. It should have meant the transformation of his accomplishments from virtuosic tricks to the actual improvement of the lives of others. It should have been, but that didn't happen.

That wasn't so bad, though!

To tell the truth, Chihiro didn't like the idea of starting his own business. He wanted to do something he was good at--work on projects, not lead or direct them.

He also didn't necessarily want to work on anything important in a team environment. Chihiro obviously wasn't conflict prone, but he didn't want to take instructions from someone he almost certainly knew better than. This meant that if Chihiro was doing anything important, he would do it on his own at his own pace.

Yet bills still had to be paid.

So it came to be that Chihiro took an entry level position. Something undemanding. A job like that in software where Chihiro lived was like a unicorn, but he didn't necessarily appreciate that aspect. What he appreciated was that he could have his own cubicle, work there all day, and then go back to his own apartment with his own work. He was very busy, but much of it was thankfully confined to a routine.

Thankfully.

Like he was wherever he went, he was beloved in his office. As such, he was frequently left sweets and snacks at his desk by doting coworkers. Chihiro didn't realize that this was actually a curse, like his day job itself. Not literally, of course, but figuratively. Office workers are like ants in the sense that they crowd around large accumulations of sugar and food. They're like bees in the way they proliferate sweets among their surroundings.

Chihiro, the delicate flower he was, never stood a chance against their attentions.

Every day would alternate between some occasion, no matter how obscure, or a "just because." All sufficient excuses to leave treats and offerings at Chihiro's otherwise sparse workspace. He would graciously accept all of them, and eat them too. He was ignorant of an important principle: one can accept food but not eat the whole thing.

One does not grow fat on treats alone. A whole hour of lunch was probably too much for Chihiro. Eager to participate a little bit with his coworkers, but a little unimaginative, he would go out to lunch at any of the local cafes and fast food places every. Single. Day. That is what really adds up.

Replacing clothes was one thing. The move to XS to S felt natural, even something to be proud of for one who had a complicated relationship with his own petite stature. S to M, normal enough. M to L, a little bit disconcerting. Then the X's came back. Not only that, they started to multiply. That's when Chihiro truly became concerned. Yet the treats didn't slow down, neither did the lunches.

The fruits of all this came on a day like any other. Chihiro rolled out of bed to the sound of his alarm, dangling his pudgy legs over the edge to collect his breath before pushing himself to a standing position.

Then, he waddled over to pull on his clothes. It was all feeling snug again. That made him wince as he fastened each button on his shirt. He didn't even want to know which X he would graduate to next. Something had to put an end to this. When he got that finished, his breathing had already turned into a pant. He glanced in the mirror. Nothing looked like it was tearing apart at the seams, at least. Still, the sleeves of his shirt hugged his heavy arms, and his second chin hung over his collar.

An energy drink was his breakfast every morning. He would sip from it pensively on the train to work. He had to sit down on the train, his legs just couldn't stand for that long, but he was never happy about it. He could always feel his wide bottom extending over the division between seats, his gut shaking in his lap. He could also spy the occasional dirty or pitiful glare. Before his stop, he would always brace himself and grab a nearby rod, tugging to get himself upright so he can squeeze through the aisle and out of the car. He would pant "sorry" and "excuse me" with every breath.

Stairs were a no-go, so the elevator would take him to the floor where he worked. Then he would start his progress to his cubicle. He wore his cardigan more often now. He would start to sweat at this point in his morning "exercise" and that did a better job of hiding it.

He sat at his desk, squeezing his rump between the arms of the chair. It creaked ominously beneath Chihiro's girth, but he tried to pay it no mind, instead booting his work PC. The chair's sighing was the signal that he arrived, and so the first of his coworkers came.

'Oh, Fujisaki-san, I didn't see you come in! I was at the market last night and they had these on sale, I thought: Oh Fujisaki would just love this!'

She presented him with a package of sugar cookies. Great. He took it, opening it pu.

"O-oh! Thank you... I'll have to put it out in the erm... The brake room, late--"

'Oh no no no no no no no. No. I already got something for the rest of the office. This is yours.'

"That's really sweet..." Chihiro smiled. His coworker continued to stare.

'The cookies are too.' Her gaze was expectant. Chihiro chuckled.

"Right..." He opened the clamp, picked up one of the frosted cookies and took a bite.

'Have a good day!' She left him alone, and he dispatched with the rest of it by pressing it into his mouth. Almost by habit he took a second one by the time the next coworker came. Then the next one. And the next one. Then the one after that.

"Ugh..." Chihiro was already feeling full. He was trying to focus on his work, but the pile of wrappers and packages on his desk was bothering him. He rolled over to it, the structure of the chair squeaking and complaining the way over. Bit by bit, he leaned over to toss each article in the trash.

He leaned back when the mess was clean. That was the end of it. First, he saw one of his buttons on his shirt pop open. The pale, doughy flesh of his belly popping through. He immediately reached forward, but that was a mistake. The chair creaked, then it cracked, and a score of heads popped over the cubicle walls to inspect the commotion as Chihiro landed flat on the floor.

[buttermybiscuit]

There is nothing to fear. Loosen up a bit- you can have a cheat day. Let that food you’ve just been yearning for slip past your lips, enjoy the sweet embrace of the dessert on your tongue. You don’t need muscles, let them loosen up a bit. A little chub won’t hurt you, it’s normal to pack a few on then and again. All natural, and you rock it. Don’t worry about those tights pants, just loosen them up- pop open that button and I’ll make sure you’ll get some that fit you just right! No, no- don’t suck it in. Wear it with pride. It’s you, and you’re absolutely stunning. So don’t worry, enjoy yourself. Let that skinny you loosen up and become the fatty you were always meant to be.

[programmingandmass]

14, 9, 3. Welcome back!!

14. weighing and/or measuring and/or numbers kink. 9. button popping/seam ripping/etc. 3. being in denial about weight gain.

It was out on a walk that Chihiro first heard a tear.

It was something he tried to do often. Yeah. Exercise. That was something Chihiro did frequently. Definitely. He was doing some strenuous walking.

He heard his pants tear at the rear. It was his fault for wearing denim. His fault for washing it. He was so fastidious about his laundry, sometimes he went overboard. Clothes shrink.

By the time Chihiro was home, he was panting a bit. It was a hot day, anyway. He was glad to be in his room, though. A sigh of relief, and he could feel the button of his jeans pressed at his stomach give way.

pop!

It came undone. And then again. Chihiro paused. There it was, the button, on the floor. The waist of his pants hung open, bearing a few feeble ends of strings. What happened?

He could have just got whatever he paid for. Maintenance was the key to keeping a wardrobe for a long time.

Perhaps... He set his hand against his stomach, felt a little at its hang. It was soft. He maybe was a little softer.

He blushed, imagining his guilty purchase. The scale. The one in the closet.

Chihiro had an obsessive streak. When that scale was out, he was on it every morning. It is actually generally reccommended that anyone who cares about their weight should weigh themselves frequently. Every day if possible. This is to see how it fluctuates, to hopefully develop an understanding and expectation.

When Chihiro was checking it every day, there was no fluctuation. Just a single, steady, constant trend. He was being obsessive, though. It probably would fluctuate, but he wasn't going to get that. He just had to ignore it and understand that would come. Beyond all reason or hope.

He tugged off his pants and sat down on his bed with a sigh. It creaked. He had to prevaricate for a second, kicking plush, pale legs before he was up and digging through the closet. There it was. At the back. He blew dust off of it and turned it on. He stepped on it, peered over the dome of his belly. His heart was pounding. His face was flushed. He saw the readout calculate and calculate some more...

ERR.

[jay-faraway]

Some family doodles I made, including @pupcheerioss fankid (Panini)! (I love his fankid sm she's so adorable AAAA)

This is my fankid Hazel when she was just born :]

Grilled cheese family hell yea

[buttermybiscuit]

That wonderful feeling, oh how I need it. Your bountiful body pressing against me, my fingers supply kneading through every sweet addition. Your smile welcomes each touch to remind me that you are not just growing- you are made to grow, because you enjoy it. It’s a sensual feeling, a carnal need. Your smile is softer than it was before, but everything about you is. The way you carry yourself may be heavier, but isn’t your mind lighter? Leaving behind those burdens we give ourselves, fitness and maintaining some idealized form. That’s not our problem, only enjoying the life we’ve been given. So come on, eat up and enjoy every delicious morsel that life gives you.