arisgettingflabby

[arisgettingflabby]

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[arisgettingflabby]

Imagine your otp

“Wow, aren’t you sure you haven’t gained some weight?” Character A asked as Character B huffs, hiking up theirs pants as far as they’ll go before sucking in their stomach and buttoning them. “No. I don’t know what you mean.” Character B said, aware that they have a huge muffin top that was overlapping the waistband and eating the button as they put a sweater over it. “Fine.” Character B sighed. “Maybe I have gained some weight. But it’s only because you’ve been taking me on so many dates.”

[arisgettingflabby]

i remember when you first started. just wanted to try it out, eating whenever and whatever you craved. thought not much would happen, that your metabolism would adjust, compensate. that not a lot would change, your clothes would still fit without much consequence. this was just a fun experiment in letting go

i remember how the weight snuck up. we... sort of forgot about your experiment, it becoming background, just part of the routine of our days—that is unless you got a big meal, ordered a feast for delivery that slowly became more of a regular occurence than either of us realized. it was just so natural, the way food disappeared around, how decadence and indulgence fit you. until your clothes stopped doing the same and it didn't stop you, if anything it made you want to eat more

i remember when the pudge on your stomach began to press against your shirts. then slightly hang over your waistband, the fat still new and only beginning to settle. the denial that you were barely even chubby. then, your belly starting to peek out when you moved a certain way, then slipping out of its own volition. then when it couldn't be contained at all and you had to size up

i remember where you grew the quickest: your love handles, your belly, your arms, your thighs, your chest, your hands. when your double chin showed when you smiled, when it stayed even when you weren't, or became more pronounced whenever you ate

i remember how your meals gradually grew in amount, how it became harder to make you full, keep your hunger at bay, always having just a little more each time. when regular-sized meals turned into snacks, when snacks became something you munched on as a reward for stuffing yourself so well, you rubbing your belly to make more room with your pants straining and your gut hanging out

i remember your first set of stretchmarks. your second. your third. every single one of your popped buttons in private, especially in public when you just couldn't help yourself. the way your seams strained, then would one day burst or something would finally refuse to cover you or close. and the piles of outgrown clothes that are still so hot to see you try and fit into

i remember when you realized what you've done to yourself, how out of control you are. the look of your pure hedonistic bliss on your face, the moans of pleasure as you rub your gut and say you'll never eat this much again, only to then do it again the next night or just a few hours later

i remember when you thought this wouldn't lead to anything big and now, look at you

you are big

[arisgettingflabby]

describing someone as "lardy" is like. indulgent and sexy i think

[arisgettingflabby]

Reminder : Bellies are meant to be fat

[arisgettingflabby]

series of photographs where the person’s tummy visibly gets fuller and fuller and covered in more and more lipstick kisses

[arisgettingflabby]

Hey, I just saw your post, and I have to say it seems obvious you're going to keep getting fatter.

I mean it's cute that you're acting like you don't already know it yet. You came to this fetish once, indulged, put on a few pounds, and tried to walk away, but you were never able to get back down to your old weight.

Now you're back because you can't help yourself from wanting more. That first time ruined you forever. You lost your cute, petite body, and you couldn't get it back. You never will. But something amongst the shame and embarrassment felt good. Beyond just the free indulge in good food. The feeling of being over-full The growth and new softness. Something indescribable. Something got stuck in your head. Now you're back here because you realize you need more. You need to see what it feels like to really be chubby, and then you'll need to feel what it's like to really be fat.

Gradually, you're going to ruin yourself. For now it's just 10 extra kg, because that won't be too much, just one more little experiment to get it out of your system. But by then 20 won't seem so far off... then 30... and so on. And you know - even when you try to shove it to the back of your mind - that the more you grow, the more you'll need to be satisfied. The more food it'll take to get that hedonistic, oddly-erotic, fully-indulged feeling that kept you from losing any weight. Each new milestone and you'll be deeper into the inescapable gluttony. You will never stop wanting more. You've already been ruined. Stop pretending you have any chance of being cute and skinny again. Just enjoy being the pig you've made yourself into.

[arisgettingflabby]

Soft feedism is so underrated. It's the act of loving and spoiling your partner so much that it becomes visible in the extra flesh spilling from their body. All that matters is their constant satisfaction, that they eat, drink and smoke to their heart's content, transforming into a hedonistic blob. There's so much more to fondle and squeeze, extra ways to physically pleasure them. They become so comfortable from constant overeating, satisfied with a full belly and a warm tightness in their gut. It's like the caretaker dynamic dialed up to 100.

[arisgettingflabby]

I'm really into the softer aspects of feedism rn. The idea of making sure that your partner or friend or loved one is well taken care of, super comfortable and able to let themselves be soft, encouraging them to indulge and enjoy pleasurable things like food and rest. Showing someone love by cooking for them, buying them food, and encouraging them to eat more than they strictly need because life is short and should be enjoyed to the fullest extent. Comforting them when their tummy hurts from eating a bit too much. Telling them how amazing and beautiful they look as a result of that care and indulgence.

[arisgettingflabby]

Do me a favor and close your eyes for a moment and imagine a world where you let yourself gain 50 pounds. Really try it. I’m serious. What do you see?

For one, you’d get to eat a lot more of whatever treat you’ve been craving lately. No need to limit yourself, you’d be free to have two of it, three of it, 10 of it, a whole bowl of it, three whole bowls of it, who knows. Maybe that treat for you is maple bar donuts or maybe it’s cookies or maybe it’s ice cream. The point is.. wouldn’t it feel sooo nice to be able to fill up your tummy with as much of it as you wanted without a care in the world? Or maybe you could care a little bit, like about how good it feels to have a stomach full of your favorite treats. How satisfying it feels to not have to control yourself, to be able to eat to your hearts content.. How it makes you wet, knowing that full, stuffed feeling is gonna make you a little bit softer tomorrow.

You’d also have changes like outgrowing your clothes. Probably more than a single size. If you don’t have much of a tummy to start, you’re bound to gain a good bit of perfect plumpness around your midsection, along with everywhere else of course. Your thighs will press together, your tummy will rest in your lap, your tits will swell up more than you thought possible. You’ll have small little things happen to you, almost like life is teasing you for your gain — your growing belly or ass will knock things over, you’ll suddenly find tying your shoes is harder than you remember, or maybe it’s more difficult to reach around your your expanding waistline when you’re trying to get yourself off.

So ya know.. just think about it. Wouldn’t indulging feel so great? I think you’d be really happy being able to eat whatever you want and not having to worry about it. I bet if you just ate whatever you crave that you’d start gaining without even trying. You don’t even have to worry about it, even think about it. You just.. eat. Anything. If you want it, have it. Treat yourself. Make yourself happy — stuff your stomach and get as fullllll as you possibly can want. I know you want to.

[arisgettingflabby]

Summer is fun because so much of your wardrobe is loose, stretchy, light-weight, and then suddenly you have to wear jeans for the first time in a few weeks and...oops. How did that happen, baby? How did you eat your way up a full size already? When did you go from, "I just bought these last year" to "I just bought these last month"? Actually, I don't care when it got this bad, little pig. Just do it again.

[arisgettingflabby]

Love the concept of someone who's just noticed they've put on some weight. Their stomach feels just a bit softer and looks slightly bigger. They wanna address it or make a change, but they're so hungry. They couldn't possibly make an informed decision on an empty stomach. Better sort out that growling before anything else....

[arisgettingflabby]

had they known back then that they were going to be stuck inside their home for the better part of the year, they probably wouldn’t have bought this nice outfit right after christmas. lockdown had gone into place shortly afterwards, and they hadn’t gotten the chance to go anywhere in it. So instead of wearing it out to business meetings or dinners with friends, they put it away with the rest of their work clothes in the back of the closet, to hopefully be pulled out at a later date. 

for the first few months after lockdown went into place, they were busy trying to  adapt to the changes it brought into their life. since most of the restaurants were closed, they spent a lot of time learning to cook for themselves, looking at recipes online and old cookbooks their mother had given them when they moved out. instead of having dinner with friends coming over to visit, they spent most of their meals in front of a tv, watching netflix or youtube to pass the time. they paid no mind to the button up that was living in the closet, unworn and unused. 

when their boss decided that they would start conducting meetings over video calls, they figured that maybe the sort wouldn’t go to waste after all. they pulled it out of the closet and tugged it on, frowning at the tightness of it around their shoulders. it strained slightly across the back, material pulled tight on their arms, but they figured it was from the yoga they had been doing in their months at home, and shrugged the worry off, buttoning it and sitting down in front of the computer. when they bought the shirt, they had planned on pairing with a nice pair of slacks or some jeans, depending on the situation and the level of formality, but since the camera only captured their top half, they slung on some sweatpants, ignoring the way they were clinging awfully tight to their thighs. 

a month later when they pulled the shirt on for another zoom call, they noticed that the gaps between each button were exposing a bit of skin, the fabric pulled tighter across their belly. it wasn’t like that before, was it? last time they had worn it, the shirt had fit fine, if they ignored the tightness across their shoulders. now, their belly button was starting to show between the pulled apart pieces of the shirt. when they sat down in their chair for the meeting, they grimaced at the way the lowest button strained across the bottom of their belly, fabric pulled tight. they tugged the shirt down, ignoring the slightly uncomfortable sensation until the meeting was over, when they were able to unbutton it and throw it aside, sighing happily.

doing work from home meant constant snacks, and since their boss had begun to allow them to turn their cameras off during meetings to eliminate distractions, they had started to eat while on calls, keeping a bag of something next to their keyboard at all times. they still wore the shirt, in case she called upon them out of the blue, they wanted to still look presentable. but more and more often, they had to tug it down or adjust the shirt as they sat and worked, it had been getting tighter and tighter every time they put it on. they had checked the tags for washing instructions, but they couldn’t find any, so they didn’t understand what the problem was. at this point, the bottom button wouldn’t even meet most days, and the others had begun to stretch further apart every time. when they finally took it off, the offending shirt would leave red marks across their belly, almost the same color as the angry red marks that tracked up and down their sides and lower belly. if that wasn’t bad enough, their pants had somehow gone through the same shrinkage, the buttons on them refusing to meet, the zipper going down on its own. even their sweatpants, which they had lounged around in most of the time the first few months of lockdown, were uncomfortably tight on their belly. 

standing in front of the mirror, they sucked in a breath and went to try and button the jeans, only for them to not meet. they exhaled, a hand resting on the crest of their belly. they turned to the side, seeing how the seams of the jeans strained on their thighs, and the way the material clung to their ass. their belly rounded out with the exhale and they couldn’t take their eyes off it, and in a moment, they had grabbed the shirt and were tugging it on. curiosity spurred them as they watched themself button up the shirt, watched their own struggle as they tried desperately to get the shirt to button over their belly. by the time they were done, two buttons had refused to close, they could barely move their arms from how tight the material was, and the fabric was pulled so tight it was almost translucent. was that really it? had they really gotten…fat? with a shudder they realized their arousal at the sight, they had truly eaten themself out of their clothes without even realizing it. 

[arisgettingflabby]

he had been excited at the prospect of finally getting out of his hometown, going away for college and starting his own, new life in a different city. but as the year came to a close, he was even more excited to have a reason to go back home for a few weeks and visit friends and family.

freshmen year had been hard on him, the stress of his job and a harder workload from his classes had resulted in several stress-induced binges, and frequent late-night runs to the nearest available fast food restaurant. all of that had taken a toll on him, and more specifically, his waistline.

he hadn't put on too much weight, but it was definitely enough to be a shock to any of his old friends when he would see them again. he had always been slim, thinner and more gangly that all of his friends; even in the beginning of his freshmen year, he had been the smallest one in his dorms, but after a couple months, that had changed. that dreaded "freshmen fifteen" had quickly turned into a freshmen twenty five, by the time the school year came to an end. now, his entire body was softer, face a tad fuller, stomach soft and pliant under his fingers, hips taking on a bit of weight.

the first person to comment on it was his mom, who picked him up from the airport. she held him at arms length and gave him a once-over, before pulling him into her arms and telling him she was glad he didn't starve to death at college. the pat she gave his belly made him splutter, but warmth filled his chest anyways.

the next reactions he received to his altered physique were from his two closest friends. he had promised to meet them for dinner at their apartment, and the look they gave him when they opened the door almost made him laugh. they scanned his body, taking in all its changes, before inviting him in. one of his friends lead him to the table, while the other went to the kitchen, asking if he was "eating for two?"

the family reunion dinner really saw a lot of reaction, especially as he filled up his plate a second time. uncles laughed and clapped him on the back, telling him he was growing up to be a fine young man, while aunts poked and prodded at his belly, pinching his soft cheeks, asking if he had a special someone in his life that had him growing so soft.

it became a game, during dinner, to see how much he could put away. bets were thrown out on how many plates he could finish, drunk family members cheering him on as he eagerly took the food handed to him, enjoying not only the delicious meal, but the feeling of love surrounding him.

when he finally caved, leaning back in his chair, his belly felt tight as a cord, skin stretched over the mass of food he had just crammed into his belly. his eyes fell shut as he listened to his family members cheer and discuss who won what bets, while he idly rubbed at his overly stuffed belly, mind drifting to wandering when dessert would be served.

[arisgettingflabby]

soft weight gain is the best.

your partner knowing you’re a little stressed recently so they start baking your favorite treats and bringing them to you when you’re not feeling the best, just to see a smile on your face.

(those sweet treats start to add up, but who’s complaining?)

coming home or waking up to fresh, filling meals because they know you had a hard day and don’t feel like cooking. them always adding just a little more then necessary to your plate, because nothing makes them happier than seeing you full and blissed out in your seat, a sated look on your face.

taking you out for romantic dates at restaurants they know you love and treating you to whatever you feel like, and however much you want. not judging or laughing when you order seconds, then thirds, then a dessert just to top it off. they even hand over their leftovers to you when you scrape the bottom of your plate, grinning because you haven’t look happier than you do right now.

coming up behind you while you’re standing around the house and admiring their work, one hand slowly drifting under your shirt while they press a lazy kiss to your neck. something about your new softness entrances them.

they can’t ever keep their hands to themselves now. during movie night, they lay their head on your soft belly, content to slowly drift off to the lazy sound of your stomach digesting and the occasional crinkle of wrappers as you snack on the candy they had gifted you.

them loving you no matter what size you’re at, and just appreciating you for who you are. they love you in your entirety, and if you gain a little weight? well, that’s just more for them to love.

[arisgettingflabby]

Noticing your partner is getting fatter because every night when you go to bed, you wrap your arm over their side and gently brush your hand on their stomach, feeling it give in and squish more each night. Eventually, you're just grabbing handfuls of it as they doze off completely full, and you feel their sloshy belly digest all the calories you forced into them, turning it even softer and jigglier for you.

[arisgettingflabby]

I dunno fam I just love thinking about people eating food that’s so delicious they don’t want to stop and then feeling heavy and sleepy and then getting loved on while groaning softly because they feel so good