maybe just one more bite?

"it's not even worth going in," he whines. he had collapsed on the couch immediately after coming in the door, now half out of breath and working with chubby fingers to free his gut from his tightly stretched buttonup and work pants. his spouse comes over, carrying a beer and his first plate of the night. "thank god, i'm starving."

they immediately finish unbuttoning his clothes for him and work on rubbing his gut. it's already swollen--he must have stopped for food on the way home.

"i'm so sorry, honey," they coo, pushing back his hair and planting a kiss on his cheek as he starts inhaling the food like a starving man. "it's okay. you're home now, big boy."

he lets out a groan. "fuck, this is so good." his spouse giggles in response, continuing to rub his fat.

"i'm glad you like it. i'm so glad you're home. i made lots of treats for--"

he doesn't hear them. "it's not even worth going in to the office. i hate it," he complains between bites and labored breaths. "every time i do, they just comment on how big i've gotten. they call me fat. can you believe it?" he lets out a quick belch, and his body jiggles. "sure, i've gained a few pounds. but i'm a married man now. it's not like there's anyone i'm trying to impress." he reaches around and grabs his gut, lifts it and lets it fall back onto his lap. he pats it once before continuing. "and it's such a chore. i'm tired by the time i get there, and then i'm so hungry all day long i can barely get anything done." he pushes the now empty plate towards his partner. "i'm still hungry." he turns on the tv.

"of course. i'll get you another plate." when they return with a plate piled higher than the first, they sit down beside him and resume rubbing his gut. "poor boy," they lay their head on it, looking up at him, watching as he shovels food past his thick double chin. "you shouldn't have to work so hard."

"i know. thank god i have a husband/wife who knows how to treat their man. something nice to return to."

his partner smiles up at him. at their man. big and thick and needy. growing fat off of their cooking, addicted to their attention.

poor boy. it's so unfair.

So hot! 🔥 🔥 🔥

Not gonna lie. Being asked to stay home and get fatter for my fat obsessed provider is a thought that's crossed my mind more than once.

Waking up as a trophy husband and being left a list of foods to eat or food already laid out for me, I have to eat before you come home every day. I'm sending photos to help on stressful work days, letting you know I've outgrown my clothes, and maybe go for that managerial position because this chair is creaking under my increasing weight and will need to be replaced if you keep feeding me like this.

Here... I ate everything you asked, and i had to let my belly out to breathe 🥵 your trophy is growing so much soon it won't fit behind this table. Are you sure you wanna feed me more when you get home?

Tubby territory is the perfect way to describe it.

I was always polite and careful with her when she was gaining weight for me because I didn't want to push to hard and turn her off from gaining, So it made sense she would do the same for me when we switched roles.

I never set out to become more submissive. It just went that way with her taking more control as the feeder, but she was always gentle about it. She became even more doting when she started referring to herself as 'mommy' once I started getting quite chonky. I thought it was quite cute, so i went along with it, and it turned she really liked it.

She started saying things like "mommy needs to look after you" while tugging down my shirt over my belly peek or "mom's knows best" when dishing up large dinner portions. It was cute and funny, but I think it allowed her to release some more controlling tendencies that were coming to the surface she definitely didn't have before.

She even started saying the cringe phrases like "Are you mommies big boy or not" when cramming me with food, which felt a little forced. But very genuine when she says "mommy needs some sugar" after rolling me onto my back and, well... getting her sugar lol

Shortly after... yes, 'shortly' after... because she knows her moves up there, I took this pic while she was cleaning herself up, and I was still rolling in the bed, lol

So I guess no is your answer, I never intentionally set out to be submissive, and I dont know if she wanted to be more dominant, but she's definitely stepping into the role. I have wondered if that's one of the reasons she wanted to stop gaining because she prefers being on the other end of the power dynamic?

one of my favourite hobbies is photographing @cryptidmothmen as he sleeps

officially cracked 350lbs!!

Cover photo courtesy of NAAFA Newsletter, 1979. Vol. VII, Issue No. 2 & 3.

Fat Rights? Fat Chance! A History of Fat Liberation In The United States From 1967-1974

by @fatliberation

During the height of the Vietnam War, two months before Woodstock, one month before the moon landing, and just two weeks before the Stonewall Rebellion took place merely twenty miles away, another thread of U.S. history was quietly being written. On June 13th, 1969, an engineering student with no prior experience in political organizing and his fat comrades gathered in Westbury, N.Y. and ratified a constitution for a new human rights movement that was deemed shocking, laughable, and entirely unheard of.

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don’t notice the way you struggle a bit more to button up your jeans before work.

don’t notice the way your shirt feels a lot tighter, how it’s practically become a second skin for you.

don’t notice the way you breathe heavier just walking from your house to your car, sitting in the front seat for a moment just to catch your breath.

don’t notice the way you had to move your seat back this morning, too, because the steering wheel has started to press uncomfortably into your stomach and thighs.

don’t notice the way your first meal of the day has more calories than you should be eating for half the day.

don’t notice the way you stop and get donuts on the way to work more frequently now, so you have something to snack on during work.

don’t notice the way your co-workers are staring more and more often at you, the way your clothes cling to your body, every new pound on full display.

don’t notice the way your shirt has started to roll up while you eat, exposing that soft underbelly for the world to see.

don’t notice the way you eat three times as much as your friends do when you all go out, ordering more and more and finishing off their plates for them, too.

maybe you don’t notice how fat you’re getting, but you’re going to notice soon.

you’ll notice when you try to pull your old favorite jeans on, and they get stuck on your thighs. you’ll fight and pull and try to get them on, but even if you manage to slide them up your legs, they’ll never button across that belly.

you’ll notice when all of your shirts have suddenly become crop tops, sliding up to rest above the top of your belly.

you’ll notice when you get out of breath just walking from your bedroom to the kitchen to stuff your face even more. how a simple few steps make you have to pause.

you’ll notice when the seatbelt cuts into your belly and chest when you move too far in your seat, when it’s a struggle to fit yourself in behind the steering wheel.

you’ll notice when your breakfast order comes out and there’s enough plates to feed a family of 4, and the waitress asks if you’re sure you can finish all that.

(you know you can, you’ve done it before.)

you’ll notice when your two, three, four donuts a day becomes 7, 8, 9, a dozen a day, until the workers know your name and order by heart.

you’ll notice when your co-workers start to whisper when you walk by, asking what happened to you, how could you let yourself go like that?

you’ll notice when your clothes are tight before you even eat, but they become unbearable once you’ve shoved all that food into your face. when you have to unbutton your jeans mid meal, as to not risk losing a button.

you’ll notice when your friends start asking if you need that 3rd, 4th, 5th plate, if you really need dessert after all that food. when they say hey, we’re going to the gym after lunch, do you want to come?

how does getting fatter affect you swelling with juice? how does being juiced affect your appetite?

ps you liked one of my berryfics thank youuuuuuu

wow ok I love this question- there’s loads of great 2nd person fics where you’re already fat and turn into a blueberry they’re so good like the descriptions of having a flabby squishy tummy to a round smooth spherical blueberry tummy is soooo good.

I have a specific fantasy where the blueberry part of the gum doesn’t make you swell up but the tomato soup and the roast beef do 🤤 you don’t change colour the meals just make you verryyy fat like you’ve eaten loads and THEN the blueberry pie comes ughhhh

I’ve also talked about this before but I love the idea of being juiced and still being really big having to haul around a big belly and having thick thighs which would def make you want to eat more 👀👀 and maybe blowing up just a tinyyyy bit more

Where do you think it all went?

All those snacks, those sweets, the leftovers, the second helpings. All gone, aren't they?

It's never any one thing you choose to eat, it's that you eat everything now.

There's never enough for you. There's no planning, or portions. There's just the constant deliveries of food, whatever you've got in front of you, and whatever you're dreaming about eating next.

Your body used to have definition, but that's gone too, isn't it?

Round curves and folds replacing every inch where muscle and tone used to be, soft and swollen and stretched from your chins to your chest to your thighs. Fat bulging and hanging and folding onto itself, your body struggling to find enough places to keep all the extra weight.

Did you notice that your lap is gone?

Before all of this belly started to push its way across your thighs, swallowing up the space in front of you with this heavy, constant reminder of your gain, you used to have this whole void in front of you, just waiting to be filled.

Where did your manners disappear to?

It's never long into a meal before you've tugged that tight shirt up over your belly to rub. You're past taking small polite bites when you eat, it's huge mouthfuls and food-stifled groans as you force in bite after bite. It's deep burps and heavy breathing, it's crumbs on your chest and smears of whatever you've eaten last on your lips.

Your self-control is totally gone, isn't it?

There's no temptation, or hesitation, or concern about your weight. You eat what you want, order what you want, and watch the pounds pile on, feel your body sink into the weight of the gain. It's not an accident at this point, you're chasing the feeling of being stuffed, desperate to grow softer and fatter.

There were points you thought you'd cut back. You were certain you'd feel big enough at the next milestone, didn't you? That the looks you'd get and comments you'd endure would force some reason back into your habits.

But that version of you is gone now.

You've crushed it under your heft, forced it away bite by bite, stuffing by stuffing, pound by pound.

All that's left is this insatiable glutton you've unleashed, and look just how enormous it's making you.

Just think about it your sleeping quarter having built in funnels in eacg bed, never being a few feet away from a snack, feeders flooding the place making sure your stuffed around the clock, tailors constantly letting out your clothes trying hide the damage the food has done to your figure and so much more!

When things change, however, is when your gain starts to stick. No longer able to be brushed off as water weight, your stomach pushes against the front of shirts that once allowed extra room, your jaw softens, and the padding around your rear feels more packed in than anything.

You might be shy at first, surprised to see your changes become plainly obvious, and blush when others point out your gain, but it won't take long for the truth to sink in. You look good and feel good, too.