SoftJigglyPrince

Hard to get a good angle on my own, but I hope the sounds of me panting and grunting from just heaving myself around in bed makes up for that 🤭

(cw: heavy breathing)

Hope everyone out there is staying cool! Throwing together a directory of my writing from the first half of this year to keep things organized and hopefully help anyone find anything they might've missed. More ramblings and writing-related stuff under the cut!

Longer Stories

Eating Himself Out of Office ((SS)BHM WG): A heavy guy gets a lot heavier when he gets an office job; the third part has him gain to immobility. Posted in a first, second, and third part. [13k words]

Checkup (POV, Healthplay, Teasing): A gainer and their feeder attend a doctor's appointment together. [1k words]

Pet-Sitting (SSBHM, Pet Play): A woman stops in to feed and check on her friend's very, very fat pet guy. [1.5k words]

Reframing the Problem (BHM, Stuckage): A gainer trying to escape his own waning mobility doesn't get very far. [1k words]

Caloriemaxxing (BHM, Teasing): A gainer takes some time to consider his choices on a grocery shopping trip with his feeder. [1k words]

These and more of my longer writings are also on my DeviantArt!

Shorts

Under 500 words, usually second-person/POV narrative with a gently teasing tone:

New Year, New You: Start those new, fat habits January 1st! Eat Your Hesitation Away: Don't think, just take another bite. The Squeeze: Moments when you really feel how big you are. Blameless: It's definitely not your fault you're getting this fat. Sizing Up: You've gotten a little big for your clothes... again. Hungry: A long-forgotten sensation at your size. Gone: What have you lost with all this weight you've gained? Too Big: You're never really to big (for me). Funnel-Fed: The sensations of efficient calorie consumption.

Enjoy! I'm always eager to hear you've enjoyed something :)

There's more nerdy/processy, rambling stuff below.

Can’t you feel how much bigger you’re getting?

You didn’t used to need me to unbutton your pants halfway through dinner, letting that thick glob of belly ooze out into your lap, streaked with angry stretch marks from how much you’ve been gorging…

Your clothes barely fit, haven’t you noticed?

Shirts are getting swallowed up into creases and rolls, straining tighter and tighter as you stuff yourself through every meal, snack, and treat. Your thighs are strangled by your underwear at this point, riding up and pinching in when you dare to take even a few lumbering steps…

Doesn’t it feel like everything around you is too small?

You’re starting to outgrow chairs, finding yourself spilling over the sides and getting embarrassingly wedged between the arms. Feeling the walls of the shower getting closer and closer when you scrub yourself down…

You can’t hide how much you love getting bigger, can you?

We both know that feral, insatiable state you reach when my hands run along your expanding body, affectionately grabbing and wobbling every extra handful of flab you’ve caked onto yourself. Love handles, belly rolls, that double chin — all grown to be squeezed and praised…

How much bigger will you get for me?

Don’t worry about your sides brushing the doorway.

There’s always a bigger size when these clothes get too tight.

Just eat. Force another couple bites down for me. Cram a few extra calories into that overstuffed belly of yours.

You’re going to gain and grow until you’re feeling squeezed under the weight of your own greedy, overfed body, aren’t you?

Until you’re so swollen with fat and food you can’t think about anything else.

Let me dispel this silly idea that you're getting "too big".

You can never be too big.

Sure, you can get too big for your favorite shirt. You can get too big for your once-loosest sweatpants. You can ware holes in your jeans and rip the seams of all your underwear. Nothing you own can fit anymore.

But there's always a bigger size, so you're not too big.

You can get too big to fit between armrests. You might spill over the seats of certain chairs. You may crack the frame of your couch and hear worrying creaks coming from your bed frame.

But there's always something lower, sturdier and wider that you can splay across, so you're not too big.

You can get too big for you car. You might push the seat back as far as it can go and find your belly is still pressing on the wheel. You may struggle to push your overflowing sides out of the way enough to buckle your seatbelt. The suspension might strain to one side as you plop into your seat.

But there's always the whole backseat for you to grow into when I'm driving, so you're not too big.

You can get too big to climb a whole flight of stairs. You might have to take a break after every few. You can get out of breath walking from your car to the store. Your balance might not be what it used to be. You might realize you're panting and breathless from how full you are after a big meal. You can feel your sides brushing the doorframes as you make your way wobbling from room to room at home.

But there's always the option of staying nice and comfy and relaxed on your bed, so you're not too big.

You can get too big to reach down and tie your shoes. You might need the occasional hand getting up after you've eaten. You've can have a few folds and rolls that you aren't able to scrub down without some help. You might need to ask to be rolled onto your side when you're too heavy and full to maneuver yourself.

But I'm always here to help you, aren't I?

So go ahead. Grow until nothing fits you. And you don't fit into anything. Move less. Depend on me more.

FAT *ER* FRIDAY

"You've been looking at it all afternoon."

"Have I?"

You nod.

I rest my hand against my stomach without thinking.

The fabric rises and falls with every slow breath, warm from the sun.

"It's softer than before," you whisper.

I smile.

"I know."

For a moment, neither of us says anything.

Your fingertips barely brush against my hand before pulling away again.

"You notice every little change now."

"No."

I look down one last time.

"You do."

And somehow...

This is what the end of a month of gaining looks like. Propped up in bed, a pie tin on my gut, looking bloated and puffy.

I did not even feel full after that pie.

.....wiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.........