Fat Fantacies

Alright, arm lovers… I’ve got a question for you! 💪🔥

Do you want to see more of those big, beautiful, soft-as-clouds upper arms on here?

Or should we take it a step further and host an Ultimate Upper Arm Contest? 🥵🏆

Imagine: the thickest, heaviest, most irresistible arms going head-to-head (or arm-to-arm 😉) for the crown.

Would you be in? Would you compete? Or just… sit back and enjoy the view? 😏💖

Drop your thoughts below and let’s see how many of us are truly obsessed. 🍯

Models:

Picture 1: @ssbbwlovelyxxxlondyn

Picture 2: @ssbbwbrianna

Picture 3: Plump Princess

You can't keep going like this. Eating like a pig day after day after day. I know you can feel the effects already. You're struggling to even stand now. I see you clutching your chest more often than ever.

Everyone else has already noticed. Surely, you've seen their faces. The concerned looks from friends and family when they see you, fatter than the last visit. They're nice enough to not mention it, but it's not hard to see how much space you take up. They're probably wondering the same thing I am. "How long do they have left?"

Or maybe you can ignore it all for a little longer. Just enough to focus on finishing lunch.

You struggle to get out of bed and your reward? Struggling to waddle down the hallway to the living room.

You have gotten far to big to be going up and down stairs?

so we had to move the bedroom to the ground floor the upstairs basically non existent to you now.

After you mange to waddle through the ever more cramped hallway you enter the living room and sit on the sofa, your body all but filling it completely. It won't be long before the sofa gives way under your butt or you get stuck in the hallway.

You want to be so fat you are literally helpless to do anything without me. You want to be so fat that walking is a memory; so fat that the only use for your feet is as extra storage for the results of your constant gluttony. You want to be so fat that your upper arms have the size and cushiness of pillows; so swollen that they overcome your elbows. You want to be so fat that even your wrists have rolls; so fat that counting your chins takes both hands. You want to be so fat that your arse acts as your cushion and your anchor, melting over the sides of the king size mattress you call a home. You want to be so fat that your belly surges forward, spreading your legs permanently while making self-pleasure impossible. So fat you are helpless to indulge even that primal need, without me.

You want to be so fat that you become simple. You want your mind to forget about everything difficult and complicated - anything that isn’t about pleasure. You want to forget social niceties. You want to become lost in a constant cycle of gluttony and lust. You want food and sex to be so strongly associated in your dumb mind that even the sight of a meal makes your nethers start to tingle.

You struggle to get out of bed and your reward? Struggling to waddle down the hallway to the living room.

You have gotten far to big to be going up and down stairs?

so we had to move the bedroom to the ground floor the upstairs basically non existent to you now.

After you mange to waddle through the ever more cramped hallway you enter the living room and sit on the sofa, your body all but filling it completely. It won't be long before the sofa gives way under your butt or you get stuck in the hallway.

You're so big now, so gorgeously fat, that there truly is no other explanation for just how you got this big this fast. I bet they can all tell just how much you love it when your belly is so painfully full, when you pop buttons, making a massive pig of yourself.

Every time you move, there is more heaviness to you, a soft sway that tells the story of every calorie we’ve stuffed into your tummy. I love watching the way your skin stretches tight, gleaming and smooth, struggling to contain the sheer size of your growth.

For us, it's normal. In fact, in our world, you could be even fatter. You're really just a work in progress.

But in public? Teenagers film on their phones as they laugh. People mutter insults under their breath and glare.

My instinct is just to love on you in public the same way I do at home. Why wouldn't I?

You need to sit to catch your breath? I'll sit beside you; my hand on your belly, my perverted grin piercing your periphery.

If someone gives us a dirty look? Lucky for us, I have resting bitch face. If anger is my default expression, imagine the intensity when I'm trying to defend my beautifully fat partner.

Yes, in our fetish, there can be a significant percentage of it occurring behind closed doors. But, you can't just lose the weight you've accumulated behind those doors.

You need to live it.

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Most sexual desires can be hidden.

Oh you're into being tied down? Eventually the ropes will be untied.

You're into feet? Everyone has them.

You're into BDSM? Well, okay, there can be scars left behind. But, it's not something you can't hide in public.

But, if you're into gaining and gluttony and fattening. The results of your desire can't really be hidden - they don't go away.

You have to deal with coworkers, friends, family... even acquaintances... who notice how big you're getting. What do you tell them? You're just enjoying your appetite? Your metabolism dropped? Whatever excuse you use, you secretly wish you could just say, "I love how big I'm getting. I'm working towards gaining more. I'm happy."

You also have to deal with buying new clothes as you outgrow your old ones. Do you buy the same things in bigger sizes? Or do you try new styles?

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You have to deal with your world becoming smaller around you.

That booth at your favorite restaurant? You're going to outgrow that as well. Do you adapt, and sit at a regular table with a chair? Or do you decide not to go there anymore?

The doorways off your hallway have become tighter. Do you call a contractor and expand the doorways? Or do you decide those rooms aren't worth going into anymore?

The stores you used to buy clothes from. They no longer carry your size. Do you find another store online? Or do you decide to exist in a natural state in your home? Maybe only investing in a bathrobe?

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The results of our level of indulgence in a fat and gaining positive relationship can't be hidden. And the least I can do is make sure that you have everything you need.

If what we do behind closed doors can't be hidden as you go to work the next day... you should at least be spoiled when you return home.

I will adapt to what you want. I will support you. You will never feel an uncomfortable level of embarrassment if you keep it in mind that you're coming home to me.