#johnnybelly

my secret long term mutual gaining fantasy is to breed somebody who has thick, childbearing hips, knock them up, and watch them put on pregnancy weight. their wide frame already big enough to carry the extra mass. them eating more and more to feed an extra mouth and putting on a pound or two each week— until they finally have the kid and are stuck with 70+ lbs of pregnancy weight that they can't shed. and since most husbands gain weight after a kid is born, itd be then that i start to catch up with my spouse's weight gain, piling on just as much in the next months. id wanna get poked and teased for my growing gut as i turn more and more to food to deal with the new dad life. as i pack on the sympathy pounds, my partner never loses their new baby weight, maybe even gaining more in the process. then a few years pass and we get fatter from normal sedentary suburban living, a young, plump couple, but then i impregnate them again and they gain just as much, if not more, than the first time— another 70 lbs or so, and now they're almost double what they were to start, just in fat. After giving birth the second time, they're over 300 lbs, my once-trim spouse preeminently marked by their sheer fatness. They're the fat person in every room they go. This pregnancy, though, I kept gaining along with them— the fat never really stopped piling on after that first sympathy gain, only slowed down, and barely at that. So I put on maybe 30 lbs in the three years of mindless suburban consumption— making me already 100 lbs heavier than my starting weight—which accelerates to another 30 lbs in just the 9 months of my partner's conception, and then another 30 lbs of sympathy weight in the following months. and maybe continuing the cycle of breeding, getting fatter, having more kids: every time i knock them up, they grow massively obese as I wait on them hand and foot, the only thing limiting me my own expanding girth. if they gain 70 lbs per pregnancy, by third birth theyll be 210 lbs heavier in just fat— if they were a trim 160 before, theyre a 370 lb land whale now. Just designed to be bred, get knocked up, get fat, milk their young, eat more, repeat. as they submit as a breedable, overfed housespouse i get fatter and fatter with dadbod sympathy weight... 10 lbs every year and 50 extra pounds with every additional kid...

i love utopian fat future fantasy scenarios so much. give me worlds not necessarily where everyone is fat, but where anyone can get fat,(though surely, the 'obesity' rates have steadily risen with each year, but that's just the pounds packed onto society's waistline in the background of natural population shifts). no, i want a world that where anyone can get as fat as they want. there's the technology to keep you healthy, all the stable and affordable supply of food you could dream of, and accessible and comprehensive infrastructure: reinforced monorails with double-wide doors, bus stops every 200 feet (lest a fatty have to walk farther than that). give me worlds where, if i wanted to, theres the technology for fattening-spa weekend treatments where maybe you leave work on friday stretching out your medium t-shifts, and return on monday 100 pounds heavier, distributed wherever you want it