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My headcanon timelapse for Stephen Stills >:]

When you can’t stop stuffing ’til the sun goes down. Scene from one of my previous stories ‘Deal With The Devil’ given the full-colour treatment.

I'll make sure you always have your favourite snacks around. Go and grab them whenever we're chilling together and open them for you. You'll be so comfy and engrossed in what we're watching that you won't realise that I'm not eating any, and you've nearly finished them all by yourself.

I'll wrap my arms around your body and kiss you all over, telling you how handsome you are and how much I love your body. You'll stop paying attention to how much it's changing, if I still love it as much as before then you can't be changing, right?

I'll always suggest you order more food, or take a second plate of my cooking. You might as well, it's better to have too much than not enough, right? And it doesn't matter if there's enough food for a few people, we can always put it in the fridge for tomorrow.... Or a few hours when you get hungry again...

I'll secretly replace your clothes with the next size up... Or two... Cutting out the labels so you don't even realise. Any time your clothes get noticeably tight on you I'll just blame the dryer. I hate doing laundry and mess it up quite often, but I'll buy you some more and make sure to pick you up some sweet treats to apologise for messing up.

I'll keep you so happy and oblivious to how big you're getting. Making sure you feel loved and content whilst I secretly fatten you into a soft jiggling man. Keeping you too happy and satisfied to even consider you're gaining weight. Spending as much time as possible keeping you sedentary. Bringing food to you, and snuggling up as we prepare for another chill evening, watching tv and snacking. And when you're stuffed full and in danger of falling into a food coma, I'll climb on top of you, kissing you passionately to wake you up. I'll ride you with such enthusiasm you won't even consider trying to be on top. You'll never find out just how much you'd struggle to hold your heavy body up, how much you'd be panting as you tried to thrust yourself into me. You're just too happy to eat and get fucked to register any changes to your body and fitness.

And when you finally notice how much your body has changed, it'll be too late. Standing in front of the mirror, you'll see a stretched, soft belly, newfound moobs resting just above, side rolls poking out, thick thighs rubbing against each other, pillowy arms hiding any of the muscle that was previously there, a soft layer of fat surrounding your rounded face. Before you have time to let the panic set in, I'll come up behind you and wrap my arms around your big soft body, squeezing you and kissing you. Tell you how handsome you are and how much I love your body.

Maybe you'll blush a little bit, at the realisation your body is very different to when we met. No more defined muscles, abs long since melted away. A thick layer of fat encasing them now. Your breathing is laboured as your chest struggles to expand under the heavy mound of fat there. You'll look down and realise you can no longer see past the soft round belly. Stretch marks visible over your hips and thighs and tummy and moobs. Embarrassment burning up as you finally register exactly what you've done to yourself.

But when I offer you a snack all of that anxiety will wash away. You'll smile sheepishly and accept the food from me. Your stomach growls in appreciation as you start to fill it.

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Massive Italian land whale demonstrating how to properly enter and exit the pool.

This guy has been big his whole adult life, but only in the recent 2-3 years has he been BIG.