imagine a fat taur right now

The thing about becoming a taur is realizing just how much more of you there is all of a sudden... oh, and some extra legs.

Plus some extras 🩷

Getting w i d e

Imagine if you really could make a milkshake, one that could be easily drank in one sitting, packed with enough calories to fatten you by the second.

If you could literally FEEL your waistline slowly spreading out with each passing moment. Feel the tangible sensation of your pants tightening against an ass noticeably wider than it had been ten minutes ago.

If you could feel your breasts filling out your bra, OVERFILLING your bra, by the time you were taking down the last mouthfuls of the drink.

A single drink dumping 50 pounds if not more on your body, and the only thing stopping you from doing it again within minutes is prep time and a warning on the gain shake mix that says not to exceed a once-per-week usage.

That kind of thing is awesome to me for obvious reasons, but I think it's frightening for the aspect of impulsivity. It's easy to convince yourself to DRINK that kind of thing when you're all worked up, but maybe when you're more leveled out you wouldn't want to do something that hasty.

Maybe you're horny enough that, just to fulfill an indulgent fantasy, you drink too much too quick. 50 pounds giving way to 100 pounds, or 200, or more. It gets you off, but once that haze clears you realize you're immobile if not close to it --- you didn't consider the repercussions of more than doubling your weight in minutes.

A large share of my enjoyment of WG is in fictional settings just because it's those long-term consequences of actual gain that scare me conceptually, but at the same time, applying the rules OF realism to an otherwise unreal scenario can hit just as hard.