#wideload

[reimoonwuff]

Its Monobutt May and so It was neccesary for me to give my cait self the biggest pear shaped rump possible~

Just look at that big round pear shaped bod~ Truly the ideal shape~

Could be bigger though perhaps~ What do you think? ;3

Enjoy~!

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[fatfantacies]

We unpacked the new scale this weekend. Last weekend Id gotten on the scale only to hear “ERROR! EEROR!” The scale has a 650 pound weight limit.

��.

I cant deny that Ive continued to rapidly balloon I’ve the past 10 months. Some days I feel like im about to explode because I’ve stuffed my fat face so much.

I used to struggle my way off my loveseat sized chair but now I have no choice but to have help. My hips have stretched out stomach is hanging lower than usual. I love my custom made love seat chair but its been becoming rather snug lately.

I know last Christmas my girlfriend and i discussed the idea of me gaining to 700 pounds. I was already an enormously overweight 642 pounds. Ill never forget that Christmas…i was stuffed into a too small Mrs Claus themed mummu when she took me to the junk yard to be weighed. I couldnt believe the number when I saw it.

I remember when I thought I was going to end up staying between 500-525…And the last time I was nearly 150 pounds bigger than Id ever thought Id be. And back last Christmas when they weighed me could no longer fit my fat ass into my mothers little car. They had no choice but to take me in the van, and I was starting to get too fat for that.

I know I’ve gained weight. My mobility is something that im struggling with. My girlfriend loves my enormous double belly and budding tripple chin. She traces my stretch-marks while feeds me forkfuls of pasta.

Ive been eating like an elephant (no pun intended) over the last year. Im probably close to 700 pounds by now.

The new scale has an 800 pound weight limit. I struggled up onto the enormous platform to hear “Hello. Your weight is 720 pounds.”

My girlfriend whistles and pinches my hip rolls. “Wow Porky! Youve really packed on the pounds since we last weighed you! You really are a big pig!!” She giggles my stomach and chins. She pinches my swollen cheeks, while I breathe heavy with arousal; both by her touch and my enormous size. 720 pounds at 5’7!

“Just imagine how big youll be come next Christmas! With the rest of the Halloween candy, the rest of the heavy autumn treats…thanksgiving…Christmas treats,cookies and cakes….Youre going to pop come New Years Eve!”

Did I really want to continue to get even bigger? I was already well beyond ultra sized and entering the size of requiring my own zip code. I dont know if I can stabilise my current weight…or will my piggish desires cause me to swell even fatter until Im eventually bed bound?

I cant wait until Thanksgiving. My mothers favourite insult is to call me a parade float and now my sisters daughter is old enough to understand the words.

She asked me the other day “Whats it going to be like in the parade?” “What parade? “The Thanksgiving one. Grandma always says you’re a parade float or like a parade float so I was wondering if i was going to see you in the parade.”

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #444 - "Learning Curve"

Originally posted on December 31st, 2009

Story - Franco Villa Art - Ed Pirrie Colours - John-Paul Bove Thanks to - Juan Pablo Osorio

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

Later revised and annotated for Transformers: The Lost Seasons

wada sez: Why the connection between Crosshairs and Wheeljack? Per Villa on deviantART: “I just thought they were "related" because of the similar faces and the engineering interests”. Ed Pirrie often takes inspiration from Geoff Senior for his artwork, and this strip is no exception. On deviantART he noted: “I based Wheeljack's robot mode on his design in the War Within comics, only less bulky.” That robot on the very right in the first panel is actually Afterburner, recoloured as an original characters because technically speaking in cartoon continuity Afterburner wasn’t built yet at the point of this flashback! The revised version of this strip would take this idea even further by recolouring Wideload as well, who first appeared in the cartoon’s fourth season. Preview, clean inks and Italian verison below.

[stormingnova]

I love how everyone is all "we're servants of Unicron now Brrrrr" and sledge is like "guys my face"

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

Bweh... I really thought I'd gone over this with y'all before... But yeah, I wore those and started to barely fit them. I still wear them occasionally, but they fit decent nowadays

[cdpdoodler]

replayed Guilty Party and this bit from the Zeppelin level made me laugh way too hard

the fact he gives this to you with no interrogation minigame to me implies that he sought you out for this. he wanted to show you his shitty little fake ticket sooooo bad.

[aaronmeterchanges]

Wideload was my very first Transformer as a child. Here's an attempt at drawing him from a couple of years ago!

[reedrfeedr]

let’s see how you like it.

(You don't actually want to get fat, do you? CW: weight gain encouragement, fat stereotypes)

You say you want to be a fat fuck, do you? You say you want a big blubbery body you want to feel wobble with every lumbering step? Are you sure?

You know what, I dare you to fucking do it. You won’t. You probably can’t handle it. You know you’re going to need to re-learn how to walk; fuck, you’re going to need to re-learn how to stand with as fat as you want to get. You know how they say to lift with your legs, not your back, right? Turns out, that’s still good advice when the only thing you can carry is yourself, too. Keep that in mind, fatass, if you’re going to keep pushing donuts down your greedy maw.

Is your furniture even reinforced enough and ready to handle the new, out of shape, pile of you that you want to be? Yeah, I know you’ve jerked off to the idea of breaking a couch under your fat ass, but let’s see you try doing that more than once and not regretting that second lunch you sneak out for every day. Then I want you to come back to me and tell me what a great heads up I gave you that you completely ignored because you think property damage is hot.

And you know what, it is! …the first time. But once you hear that definitive creak-SNAP under you, and you get hit with that sinking feeling that starts with your chest and ends in your center of gravity, those consequences are going to catch up with you just like the ice cream you stuffed yourself with catching up to your waistline. And you’re never going to feel like more of a fat fucking pile of lard than in that moment, your body still jiggling from the force of the drop, your ass only slightly sore from the reinforced padding you gave yourself. You sure you’re ready for that?

Speaking of consequences, you know you can’t wear ‘that’, right? It doesn’t matter what the ‘that’ is, it won’t fit those great big plans you made for yourself. Have you internalized what that means? You don’t just have to clothe the imagined you that exists at the end point of you becoming the massively fat person you imagine (if there even is an end point for you, you greedy pig), you also have to clothe every you in between, and that means looking at least a bit like a slob, with cheap, unflattering shirts marked with grease stains you can’t help but wear until your belly peaks from the bottom of, OR cutting into your food budget. And I think we both already know which one YOU’RE going to pick, tubby.

Dressing like the out of shape, slovenly fatass you know you want to embody isn’t even the only way your social life is going to be affected, either. You won’t have that light, spritely body you ate yourself out of anymore. No, instead you’ll have a slow, lumbering, waddling one, wideload. You better hope wherever you go has reinforced benches (see above) for you to plant your fat ass into after your tanked stamina gets extinguished from hauling the permanent fetish gear you decided to design your life around.

And you WILL have to design your life around your slower, more greedy, more impulsive, less active self. It’s not just the furniture, or the clothes, or the sedentary social life, it’s…everything. The you that fills a doorway, the one that could wreck a buffet? That’s the same you that can’t go a couple hours without stuffing some food in their mouth. The one that needs their partner on board with their fat fuck lifestyle so they can have some help shoveling Twinkies in their mouth because it gets exhausting doing it alone. The same one that forgot how to exercise their moderation and couldn’t slow their own widening if they tried.

But you won’t bother with all that, would you. You couldn’t manage it anyway, shrimp. You don’t want to hear people whisper about ‘that land whale’ under their breath when you waddle into the room. You don’t want to do the mental math every time your heels hurt from walking a few dozen feet on whether the wooden bench you’re moseying toward would hold you. That’s way too much for someone like you to handle, isn’t it?

Or is that doorway filling you the one desperate to make themselves comfortable in their body? The version of you that eats for a family of four, is THAT you?

Go ahead then, make that who you are.

I dare you.

[macadam]

Going to run a worst canon transformers name poll. Here are the runner ups:

Lube, Erector, Valve, Discharge, Spike (honorary), Chromedome, Ultra Magnus, Clench, Thrust, Magnificus, Vroom, Drill nuts, Breastforce (also honorary), Big daddy, Beta, Wideload, Bruticus

Added names: lord imperious delirious, outback, rodimus prime, dipstick, bulge, overload, valvatron, borehole, longrack, enemy, tailgate, sky garry, railspike, shreddicus maximus, joe the micromaster, tentakil, loafer, krok, toaster, deathsaurus, hexadeathimal, guyhawk, killmaster, crankhandle, horri-bull, dirtboss, hurr-gurr, scissor boy, bucket head, flatline, omega spreem

If anyone has any more suggestions please feel free to add it to the comments/tags of this post (or anon me if u r shy). It was surprisingly difficult to gather this list. There isn’t exactly a wiki page dedicated to really bad transformers names, so any help would be very much appreciated.

[toxinoire]

I suddenly got hit with ✨inspiration✨ so here's another Heathers actor au crackpost.

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Kurt: Martha Dumptruck! Wideload- *misses the tray*

Kurt:

Martha: You had one job.

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Heather: Welcome to my candy store~

Director:

Director: Wait, are they shimmying their hips towards Veronica-

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Heather: ccOORRNnnn nnnNUUUuTs-

Veronica: Wait Heather-

Heather: *accidentally drags Veronica with her to the floor*

JD:

JD: *wheezes*

Director: Dammit.

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Veronica: Dear world, believe it or not, I knew about fear. I knew the way loneliness...stung-

Heather: *trying not to laugh because she's supposed to be dead in this scene*

Veronica: *realizes that Heather is trying not to laugh, and now she wants to laugh but has to keep the scene going*

JD: *realizes and tries not to laugh*

JD: *laughs*

Chansaw: *follows*

Director: *bashes head against the wall*

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Heather: I have a new favorite col- *drops the scrunchie*

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Heather: Hey guys we finished filming the scene.

Veronica: *holding up all the "pills"* Anyone wants tic tacs?

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Heather, Kurt, Ram: Too late! He got in.

JD: Knock knock~ *trips through fake window*

Director: AAAAAHHHHH

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Ms. Flemming: Well I put together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.

Veronica: *Winona Ryder voice* Get a job

Director: NOT THE LINE WE'RE USING RONICA

Veronica: That's what she gets for GETTING WITH MY MOTHER

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Veronica: Martha are you free tonight?

Martha:

Martha: Oh shit I missed my cue-

(I had to add a little bit of Flemmingsaw come on)

[adrianicsea]

i don’t like hoffman and i doubt my opinion would be changed much on him regardless but you would think that when the writers for the hoffman cycle were writing FOUR MOVIES WORTH of bitchboy wideload they might have at least tried to like. give him a defined personality or emotional arc instead of him being the human embodiment of this 😐 the whole time

[proxissima]

Fatgum vs Rappa

POV Fatgum:

I was also a dyed-in-the-wool martial artist a long time ago, but this guy seems to be a true weirdo. This villain is a real pain in the ass. If I don't do it right, there will be casualties.

Rappa, was it? You look like a strong, formidable guy. I'd better buckle in for this one! Or I'll get pounded to the bones! I'll hang in there until you can't take it anymore!

Why is a guy like this in this kind of group? He seems to be an outsider whose quirk wasn't registered with the government. I'll go beyond my limits but I must not lose. Still, who is this guy loyal to anyway?

_

POV Rappa:

Looky here, now that's a lot of hero! I'm guessing defense is your forte? You think you can withstand me? I won't let up on you, tubby! Time for a death match!

So, you're also a serious martial artist... Perfect! So you can fight back and absorb my hits! Wouldn't want this beatdown to be too one-sided! Keep trying to counter attack while you're still breathing!

As I expected, you're top class, wideload! There's no one alive who's withstood such a beating from my fists! I can't tell you how excited I am to be challenging a fighter of your caliber!

Credit to RageVG on Reddit for extracting the files from the game.

[General Overview]

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

So that's why when I deal with shit I always feel so depressed and my joints get so achy after about half an hour

Real glad my pre med classes covered that they didn't

[transingthoseformers]

For some reason i went through all the G1 episodes' wiki pages twice and categorized all the characters into the ship crews, earthborns, pre-Movie random new people, and post-Movie bots.

Autobots

Ark Crew

Optimus Prime

Jazz

Bluestreak

Brawn

Bumblebee

Cliffjumper

Gears

Hound

Huffer

Ironhide

Mirage

Prowl

Ratchet

Sideswipe

Sunstreaker

Trailbreaker

Wheeljack

Windcharger

Hauler??? (single few-seconds appearance, altmode-only, no name, no lines, could be ignored or pretended to be Grapple??)

Definitely on Cybertron pre-Movie

Elita One

Chromia

Moonracer

Greenlight

Lancer

Firestar

Alpha Trion

Earthborn Bots pre-Movie

Grimlock

Sludge

Slag

Snarl

Swoop

Autobot X (intelligence unclear but was able to go on a rampage)

Silverbolt

Air Raid

Fireflight

Skydive

Slingshot

Appeared out of nowhere pre-Movie

Powerglide

Warpath

Beachcomber

Inferno

Tracks

Grapple

Blaster

Red Alert

Smokescreen

Hoist

Perceptor

Seaspray

Omega Supreme

Skids

Streetwise

Groove

First Aid

Hot Spot

Blades

Cosmos (might've been in space like Devcon)

Other pre-Movie

Devcon (in space)

Skyfire (in coma on Earth long before Ark and Nemesis crashed, lost before The War began)

Movie introductions

Ramhorn

Steeljaw

Eject

Rewind

Wheelie

Hot Rod

Arcee

Springer

Ultra Magnus

Kup (in space, definitely alive before the timeskip preceding The Movie)

Post-Movie introductions

Sky Lynx (came from elsewhere in space, like Kup)

Brainstorm

Chromedome

Highbrow

Hardhead

Cerebros

Cloudraker

Fastlane

Crosshairs

Sureshot

Pointblank

Punch

Pipes

Tailgate

Swerve

Broadside

Outback

Wideload

Chase

Freeway

Searchlight

Rollbar

Sandstorm (from Paradron)

Playback (from Paradron)

(Technobots)

Born after The Movie

Scattershot

Strafe

Lightspeed

Afterburner

Nosecone

The Movie introductions could all have been born in the timeskip for all we know. Same for the post-Movie introductions, who could also have been born after The Movie.

Yep yep, there's a lot of wiggle room and g1's like that

[askthecyclonesurvivors]

MISCHA DO YOU WANT A PET RABBIT THAT'S EXTREMELY HUGE AND NAMED WIDELOAD

I DON'T CARE

YOU HAVE IT NOW

This sh¡t is wack yo

[mettatons-fat-doughy-asscheeks]

📖 Mettaton, but he's in a world of all kinds of infinitely regenerating candy.

*It was a very alien kind of feeling. Most people haven't walked on roads made of taffy or across a field of those sour ropes that took the place of grass. A surreal constructed world with houses, nature, and even lakes of soda. Simply without another sign of life who was using it or who could possibly built it all.

*One bite can't hurt...

*Time began to fly by after that first bite, time and more and more candy that is. A nibble here, a few clumps from the ground there. He started trying anything that looked new that he came across. Despite all the time passed it was only when drops of frosting from a massive cupcake car smeared against his chest that he'd noticed it was bare, that this entire time he'd been dressed in nothing but a tight pair of pink shorts. It only added to that dream like quality.

*Well there aren't any consequences in a dream are there?

*It was a fair way to think about it. Nothing like this could be real. All those flavors were just his processors firing off in his sleep mode providing artifical sensations. So why not experience more of them? Start eating entire chocolate branches off those trees and picking the green apple leaves right off and munch on them after. Stuff his face with handfuls of spongecake walls insulated with buttercream.

*I can't help myself here

*His inhibitions slipped more and more with every treat he partook in, and no matter how much destruction followed in his wake he could always come back for more it seemed. Gingerbread neighborhoods, caramel apple orchards, gummy museums? He barely took in the scenery it was all just more treats for him. Treats that never filled him up, instead settling heavily in his middle for moments before melting away his muscle mass into pure blubber. Pecs softened into plump and perky tits that formed rolls beneath his softening arms, melding into the burgeoning layer of backfat he was acquiring. His abs were a thing of the past, replaced by a gut that started round and taught but glurped and slorshed outwards with flab that rolled at his navel forming a two layer cake of lard. His toned thighs joined in with his perky butt in deciding to go soft and flabby, cellulite forming on them both as those cheeks widened into a doorway filling wideload.

*Moooore... Candy.... More.... Sugar

*His thoughts slowed like molasses, devolving into a single minded desire to eat more of the sugary world around him. The damage it did to his figure or the way it made him sluggish and encumbered wasn't even a consideration. Not when he could shovel armfuls of donut innertubes at the citrus soda beach. His perception of time may have been shot before but it was non existent now. He could have been wandering this place for years at this point, sporting a body that would make sense for an all candy diet taken on that long.

*Muh OUUUUUAAAARP gut want wheeeeeeeze more canduh mnfff

*The formerly fit and trim robot had become an unrecognizable behemoth of pure undulating blubber. At 6'6.6" in height it was a real testament to his uncomprising gluttony that he'd managed to make himself wider than he was tall. His bloated lard sack of a gut jutted in front of him, dragging along the ground and leaving a trail of slimy sickly sweet smelling sweat behind as if he were a slug. Flopped atop that double rolled monster were two tits enormous enough to make any woman jealous, engorged nipples pierced by thick candy cane barbells that sank slightly into those puffy areola. Those massive udders were slathered with the colorful remnants of his past conquests, the trail leading upwards to a pancake stack of tirelike chins that head head sank ever so slightly into. His face was truly a testament to just how much of a fucking whale he'd turned himself into. His cheeks spread out over his chins, which themselves pooled onto his shoulders and the mountainous backfat behind him, and even began to slightly encroach into the lower peripheral of his vision. His lips weren't spared either, the usually black pair were slathered in sweet and pillowy like his moobs had been when he'd taken his first bites. Thickened drool flowed from them, sparkling with a mysterious carbonation. His hair was messy, though sill parted neatly, and seemed to have grown a small bit. It didn't manage to hide one of the strangest features on that plump head of his, the fact that even his forehead had begun to take on a small amount of pudge, letting itself he seen slightly from within his vision much like his cheeks. Around his sides his pathetic and nearly useless arms sat comfortably atop an avalanche of lovehandles capped off by a peak of fat sideboob. Following that avalanche down lead to a massive shelf of ass that took up nearly enough of his backside to begin to sag to the ground a lot like his greedy gut had. It of course help up a very impressive cliff of blubbery backfat, enough of it to fondle like it was the front of an avarage fatty.

*Whuh.... That?

*Oh? That unusual. There looks like a person in the distance. Hope they don't get starstruck seeing a famous celebrity in the place like this. If they can recognize him still that is.

EXTREME SLOB CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

*Seeing something new? That called for an investigation. Time for a first step towards it.

*Hnnnngh mnfff FRRRPPPPPPPPTTT

*Of course it's not easy moving a ham planet like him. It requires serious serious effort. And effort with a destroyed digestive system like his meant totally voiding his bowels. Visible smoggy purple farts vented from his bloated slimy donut-like asshole, a signal of things to come. It didn't take long for it to be followed by a torrent of thick rainbow syrup squirting out at amazing force, piling up behind him as he glacially waddled forwards towards the distant unfamiliar thing. That purple pollutant obviously smelled sweet, like fermenting a patisserie. His technicolor waste on the other hand was distinctly more fruity, a Fanta syrup medley. He was like a bloated portable corn syrup factory. And he was in total bliss.