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Kink Thought of the moment:
As much as most comics and art tend to ignore it, being made fully aware of your surroundings -By Force- thanks to how big you're getting (Be it fattening or inflating) is one of the strangest, strongest appeals to me.
The environment is just as much a toy in the moment as I am the air pump or food cart is.
~w~
Anyone got any fun thoughts to add to this?
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Things I wanna hear, especially if it's after I've already been convinced to stuff myself silly at dinner:
"Gods, you're such a -fat blimp-. And all good blimps need to be properly blown up. I'm getting the pump and hose, I'd say don't move, but I think the meal you just had has you pinned anyway."
Horny thought:
Inspired by this post
Someone regularly chugging fortify carry weight potions to maintain their mobility, unable to keep from gorging themselves to the point of skin-strain, until one day, one morning after a day of binging, they realize,
They've gotten too fat to bring the potion to their mouth anymore.
Get me so fattened up that I can barely even shuffle one foot past the other, feed me so much that I look ready to blow apart at any moment, cheeks straining, mouth forced open by still unswallowed food, and tease me for being so helpless while you gently push at the food in my mouth.
~///~
Man I wish I was rich enough to afford a handful of combination maids/butlers and caretakers, with thriving wage.
Especially if they're the kinda aides who happen to also very much want a barely mobile blob of a boss that they can tease and fatten all they want while still doing their jobs.
~w~;;;
I may be their employer, but it is quite clear to all who look at us as a whole, especially on restaurant outings…
They're the ones who are actually in charge, especially once I'm fat enough to outright REQUIRE their help.
If I wanna keep getting that help, I'll need to keep growing for them.
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Old Post, also September 2022:
Fatten me up into a straining, creaking ball of lard, so massively overfattened that the simple act of breathing threatens making countless new stretchmarks. So overblown that the lightest of touches, softest of breaths across my skin, leaves me whimpering and heaving... ~w~
Just trapped in a room, unable to pick myself up off whatever mattress I was last on, too big to even fit through the door if by some miracle I did get to my feet.
Completely at my feeder's mercy, having gotten so fat so fast that I'm already tightly packed -before- breakfast.
Even with the best lotions available, I'm still getting too overfull just trying to keep my stomach from feeling like it's consuming itself as my feeder continues to blow me up like the ready-to-burst lard balloon they always wanted, a new angry red line every so many gulps.
Oh, to be so rapidly, massively overfattened that my every shallow breath, every attempt at lifting so much as a finger, every morsel pushed past my lips, every touch from my feeders as they admire the fruits of their hard work leaves my body creaking, groaning, visibly thrumming with pressure. ~w~
Alright, folks…
I'm gonna need you all to really work together on fattening me up. I gotta get so big, so fat, so HEAVY, that the mere THOUGHT of standing up by myself leaves me too winded to properly even lift my arms…
And then I'll need some of you to make me stand anyway to get more food.
