Fatman

Am I a chub yet?

you know where to watch the full vid!

The jeans are struggling

Not weird at all and definitely doesn’t make me uncomfortable, because you asked so nice here’s a little pic

January 16, 2026 - July 16th, 2026

Even in the hospital, you couldn't help but spoil your son. He had always been a big eater. First to the dinner table, first to finish his plate, first to ask for seconds and thirds and fourths... Saying no to him truly broke your heart. So, when he asked, you had always given.

You bought him ice cream when he popped his first pants button. You ordered takeout when he broke his first chair. You cooked a hearty meal when he reached 2XL, 3XL, 4Xl... And when he needed bariatric transport to reach the hospital, you had folded and bought him a cake.

You knew that look. The one that screamed, "Dear God, what have I done to myself"? Every gainer goes through it. It might be a ripped pair of pants, failing to tie your shoes, a stranger's lingering glance on your heavy frame... You reach that point where you question every choice that led you to your current state. "Is this my will, or the whim of a fading kink?". It takes you three seconds of doubt to answer that question: you want to be fat. It's the reason you eagerly weighed yourself every morning through the first 20 lbs. It's the reason you started ordering a second, third, fourth entree every night out. It's the reason you hold dearly to every outgrown item, a physical measurement of your progress. To define it as a mere kink, a "fattening fetish", is a grave injustice to your very identity. For you are driven by more than pleasure, greed, gluttony, lust, approval, or even acceptance.

You are fat for yourself.

Setting the scene…I’ve been such a good feedee the last month or so.. Eating every large meal you’ve made me and seemingly snacking all the time inbetween. In the last week you’ve even noticed you had to increase the potion sizes to really fill me up.

What you used to serve me snd has to give plenty of belly rubs and kisses to make sure it all went down now fanishes without complaint. A true sign that my belly is growing bigger at your hands. After a particularly big meal you casually mention that you think I’m getting bigger… running circles around my big stuffed belly… Teasing me a little in that cute flirty way that only you can.

Suggesting you help me waddle over to the scales to check in on my weight I have a better idea thinking you’d prefer to feel it more hands on as I playfully over power you and pin you under my belly smoothering you in your own creation.