Being frozen in place as the forest warps around you, disorienting you

Fungus-like faeries appearing from the ring, bodies woven from mycelial strands, their grasping hands reaching out to you

Your clothes being broken down and decomposed away by the hyphae as the faeries surround you

The faeries touch you, mold you, bringing you into position on the forest floor

Mushroom-like appendages sprouting all around you, growing against your holes, rubbing your skin, tips already eagerly dripping sap

The bodies of the faeries fluid around you, acting almost as one big organism of pleasure trying to explore as much of your body as possible

A mushroom appendage grows into your mouth, dripping a sweet sap that warms you, and leaves you pliant and gently buzzing with sensation: you suck greedily

Your hips are gripped tightly as another mushroom appendage finds purchase in your slick cunt, rapidly expanding inside of you to fill you in ways you never thought possible, dragging you trembling to the precipice

Moans barely escape your lips as the fungi surges into your willing holes, filling you completely as the faeries chitter with pleasure

More fungal appendages grow from the bodies around you, seeking stimulation, rubbing themselves against sensitive meanders like the bend of your hip, or nuzzling against your neck. Some sporulate, filling the air with a heady haze as the fine spores float on the air

The fungus in your cunt trembles before spilling sticky glia-like cum deep inside you. You whimper at the loss of sensation as the fungus is retracted only to be filled by a different faerie

A cluster of fungi erupts at your loins, multiple phallic mushrooms suddenly thrust into both your soaked cunt and your tight anus

Intense waves of pleasure rush over you as these mycelial magnums pound you deeper than you've ever been touched before, the hyphae expanding to fill every single crevice within you

Away with the faeries, you have no way of knowing how much time passes as the faeries fill your holes over and over again, glia and spores coating the forest floor within the faerie ring

You wake up naked, sticky, and feeling stretched. The mushrooms of the ring have withered, and you're almost disappointed your time away with the faeries is over

I want them not to feel disgust or shame I want them to feel envy.

I want them to want to be me, to live a life of endless ecstasy and love, to be spoilt and pampered and loved to levels they cannot comprehend. I want them to want to be with me, to yearn to feed and please me, to worship the avatar of pleasure I am becoming.

it’s important to remember you can be healthy AND fat. fatness or gaining doesn’t have to be unhealthy and a lot of fat people are way healthier than underweight people!!!

i know in fantasy a lot of us talk about unhealthy effects but i also don’t want people to feel like you need to punish yourself or hurt your heart to gain how you want or that by being fat you will be making yourself inherently unhealthier!!!

fat phobia is preached to us from the time we are children but it’s so important (ESP in this fetish/kink) that we are constantly checking our own biases. taking care of yourself can and does happen at any weight.

i get a lot of messages where people seem to think that gaining here means only eating absolute trash and never working out again. That is so valid if that’s how you want to do things but you can also grow a beautiful body while eating a variety of foods and still taking care of your cardio.

(but of course it doesn’t make anyone better or worse if they are heathy, just hate how people in and outside the community view fatness as just a product of pure gluttony and not also as something beautiful and natural)

mmm, we’ll it’s definitely been on my mind lately. I’ve really been into fancy clothes and expensive tastes lately so I’m gonna give something a go.

Edit: this was way more than I intended but here we are I rly hope this is good.

maybe we’re out at a fancy restaurant, a place we’ve really been looking forward to because of the decadent menu and robust wine selection. I’m in a sleek dress, a compliment to your fitted suit - a little more fitted than the last time you wore it. The fabric is tight around your thighs, the button hanging on for dear life, highlighting how thick you’ve gotten for me lately. The jacket hugs your sides and I know you couldn’t close it if you tried. I chose a fancy place tonight for this reason exactly. I wanted you to look as indulgent as the food we’re about to eat.

I order multiple courses and a bottle of wine for the table, pouring you a glass and pushing my empty one to the side. Someone will have to drive tonight, after all, and I want you to be able to have a good time tonight. You drain a glass before the appetizers get here, digging in eagerly. I grin and refill your glass; watching you so excited to try all the food we had coming was so charming. 

You work through pastas, soups, main courses with braised beef, rack of lamb, butter poached fish, mashed potatoes and roasted veggies. You wash it down with glass after glass of wine, giggling as you pretend to swirl it in your glass before taking a sip. I eat my fair share of the meals, but then leave the rest for you. I notice you slowing down and take in your face, cheeks flushed from the half bottle of wine sitting in your likely full belly. You give me a lazy smile, stifling a burp and shifting in your seat to accommodate your bloated middle.

“Getting full, baby?” I ask, and you nod, fingers trailing down to rub your stomach. The buttons on your shirt are straining and you keep letting out deep burps behind your hand. I feel heat in my face and almost can’t wait for dessert before I take you home.

I help you finish the main courses with a hand on your thigh under the table, inching higher with each bite you take. You moan softly around each bite and I’m sure it’s from both the flavors and the arousal pulsing through you. You lean back in your chair and burp, hand pulling at your waistband in an attempt to make any extra room without actually undoing your pants. I kiss your cheek and whisper “good boy” in your ear before flagging the waitress and getting the check. I can’t wait for dessert.

I push one last glass of wine towards you and you gulp it down, eager to get home now that you see the hunger in my eyes. You get up and sway slightly, chuckling as you lean against me.

“I think I really overdid it.” You groan and place a hand on your stomach, as if that will help you steady yourself. “But it was all so delicious.” You feel so warm and pliant against me and those pants leave nothing to the imagination.

I eye the restrooms near the back, a set of one room men and women’s restrooms tucked in a hallway under lowlight. I wonder if you can feel the waves of arousal coming off me but when I make a split second decision and tug you towards the bathroom, you chuckle and pull me closer.

“Whatever you want, baby,” you say, voice hot and heady in my ear.

It's not just about being fat. It's not just about sex. It's not just about eating lots of fattening food. It's not just about gaining weight, or ripping clothes, or getting stuck in small spaces.

It's also about respecting fat people. It's about loving your body. It's about being unashamed of yourself in public, and feeling sexy, and having a good time. It's about being able to cuddle and snuggle and feel safe with your partner and know that they'll still love you in the morning.

And there's no need to justify this either. Having a fetish isn't non-consensual objectification or treating people like shit. It's not shameful to have sexual thoughts. It's not shameful to have non-normative sexual thoughts. It's not shameful to have sexual thoughts that focus on specific aspects of bodies. It's not shameful to have a fat fetish.

it's getting cold out so it's only natural to want to eat bigger meals, making sure you have enough energy to keep you warm and power you through the day. sweet porridge with syrup and berries, thick soups with plenty of freshly baked buttered bread, casseroles or stews with dumplings for dinner, apple pie and custard for dessert... all the comfort food is yours to be had.

a few extra pounds as a result? pshh... I promise you can hardly tell with the thick sweaters and hoodies you don to stave off the seasonal chill in the air. besides, it's your job to be my personal heated cushion. your softening body is very good at keeping me warm, and so I reward you with even more lovingly crafted home cooking. don't waste energy thinking about numbers, of how many calories or how many pounds - just be good and eat up for me