#big inflatable burger

[dailyscug]

[atwas-gaming]

So, I've mentioned it a few times, but "Just a Guy" really made me mad, and I wanna go ahead and go into why. Warning: this post is gonna ramble a bit. There's some opinions, some plot analysis, some character analysis, and some ranting.

Now, first, I realize that Boom Sonic is the most egotistical version of Sonic we've had yet. But I just don't think he did anything wrong in calling Mike "just a guy." Sonic is better at hero-ing than your average Joe (or Mike), and he has every right to say so, especially if saying so means preventing someone from hurting themselves. Which is all Sonic was trying to do. And if the average Joe (or Mike) doesn't like being called "average," well, that's Joe's (or Mike's) problem, and Joe (or Mike) needs to just get over it. AND other people need to keep their noses out of it, as well.

And Sonic was absolutely right: he literally saves the village from Eggman every week (nice subtle meta joke there, btw), and not only does he rarely get any recognition or gratitude, but he often gets taken advantage of in Boom. It's making me wonder if maybe Boom Sonic's over-inflated ego might be the result of a lack of appreciation.

This, btw, is a huge difference between Boom and canon. Now, we know that in any universe, Sonic is highly conceited. But in canon, Sonic's conceit largely amounts to knowing how good he is, and being, perhaps, a little too vocal about it. But canon Sonic has no need to be recognized as a hero (Black Knight and Murder being two very good examples). Canon Sonic is "just a guy who loves adventure," he does what he does and doesn't care what others think of him.

Boom Sonic isn't like that (in fact, most AU Sonics aren't- I'll cover the others when I get the chance). Boom is very sedentary, very domestic. He's limited himself to this tiny island and its crazy townsfolk. He's not able to spread his wings (metaphorically, since hedgehogs usually don't have wings) and go all out. And since freedom is such a vital part of Sonic's character, I think the lack of it has created an emptiness inside him that he has attempted to fill by being more dependent on those around him. Dependence on others requires mutual respect and recognition. And nobody in the Boom-iverse does that.

And the worst thing about this whole episode is that no one actually learned anything in the end. Yes, I know, it's an animated sitcom, character arcs aren't a requirement. But the episode ends with Sonic making this whole big thing about, "Oh, Mike warned me about Eggman, he's such a hero." A simple "hey, thanks, Mike, lemme treat you to a burger," would have sufficed, but Sonic was so beaten down by all the hate towards him over the last few days that he felt like he had to bend over backwards to soothe everybody's ruffled fur and feathers. Quite frankly, Sonic was the only one who did nothing wrong, and he should have been the one receiving apologies, not dishing them out.

[flowerful-doodles]

I've been seeing everyone create really amazing Miku designs based off of their cultures or their countries but I'm a basic midwestern white guy so here are some lazy doodles of Minnesotan Miku (who is just like me frfr)!

Minnesotan Miku lore I just made up:

She goes to the state fair every year and pays like $200 bucks for food she could have gotten at Culver's instead

She hates shoveling but has to do it mid March every year while other states enjoy spring

She doesn't have an accent like in the movies (bc those aren't actually that common in MN) but she sure does say "ope" (that's a real thing we do here)

She loves when her rich friends invite her out to go boating on the lakes but normally spends her summers melting away from the humidity in the Minneapolis suburbs while working retail

Her dad passed down a collection of trucker hats to her despite the fact that he definitely isn't a trucker himself

She goes all out at Christmas time when decorating and loves to go to Menards to buy big inflatables for her yard

One of her hobbies is going to Target dollar sections and trying to get all of the good stuff before the mom vloggers do

She can grill a mean burger but it has to be made on a griddle

[milkcartonsister]

i met pyrocyincal when i was 13 and he tried to inflate me and feed me burgers but the convention staff stopped him from making me big and round but i never forgot that day... i will always be his special little fatfur...

[siryouarebeingmocked]

This is not a rebuttal of the point.

Back in the 90s, the "average gamer" was a kid whose parents bought him games, not adults with jobs. I think that's rather important here.

Many people complaining were not even born when the N64 came out. 

(Which doesn’t make their complaints invalid.)

Also, whether something is perceived as too expensive is not necessarily based on whether the perceiver can afford it. 

If my local takeaway charged £20 ($26 USD) for a burger, I can afford it, but that's still way too much for a burger.

 It’s doing logical backflips to shoehorn in your beliefs.

Inflation is usually caused by government money printing, not capitalism.

Also, two of the big-three game console companies are Japanese. So are many game developers. 

Are you just assuming (your idea of) American market forces are just as relevant?

[dailyadventureprompts]

Expanded universes really are the final frontier of franchise based storytelling aren't they? The ultimate sign that the brand managers have finally squeezed out the artists and twisted things into a state of maximum profitability.

Crossovers and callbacks can be fun, continuous crossovers and callbacks make the story into a slurry. Canon and what if's and reboots all ground up and served in a trough for the undiscerning consumer to mire in. It's bland, it's exhausting, it's pointless.

Big companies and studios are risk averse, and the profit seeking wisdom steers them away from niche works of art and towards wide appeal content. Why risk money on a movie/game that only a fraction of people will love when you can spread that engagement out across a dozen different products that are just good enough to keep people invested in your extended universe, whether from genuine fandom or just cultural fomo?

Marvel feels ubiquitous as Kleenex doesn't it? It's always there in the movie theatre/store, slightly cheaper offbrands right beside it. While individual works within the marvel universe might be genuinely good in their own right their quality is secondary to their purpose in perpetuating the brand and keeping it relevant.

People like familiarity, and if it's a safe bet for you as a consumer to have a pretty okay time in exchange for your hardearned dollars then it's a safe bet for the investors to receive their quarterly returns. It's no mistake that Disney, the company that owns Marvel does most of its business in theme parks: entertainment on an industrial scale. Just like their movies the rides are made to give you and everyone else who bought a ticket a scientifically optimized amount of fun and then move you along so that that the next batch of riders can have an identical experience.

It's value production as efficient as an assembly line or slaughter house, completely atomized and divested of any trace of the individual for the sake of maximum profitability. The figured out a way to sell you your own fandoms like they sell you happymeals, endless iterations of a product just this side of bad but convenient enough that you never need to go without.

I don't blame anyone for liking things, just like I don't blame people for wanting a quick burger in the middle of a long day. Our minds need entertainment just like our body needs calories, and profit seeking conglomerates exploit that need as they always have. What irks me is the fact that even outside of the commercials I feel like I am being sold something, like the movies and games I actually enjoy are being supplanted by feature length billboards that only serve to advertise the next instalment. The desire to find out what happens next is a powerful thing in media, and that desire is being exploited by expanded universes the same way it's exploited by DLC that contains the "true ending".

You can tell it isn't sustainable.. McDonald's is so inflated in price it's competing with actual restaurants, the gaming Industry guts itself with layoffs every quarter, and Disney's competitors are producing entire movies and tv shows only to destroy them for tax befits. The cracks have been showing for a while but I have no idea what shape the landscape is going to take after the dam gives.

[superfast-jellybitch]

I've been seeing some....odd takes about the Watcher situation, and as a huge fan of Puppet History, I have really only one thing to say about it:

Worth it.

If you're really struggling financially to keep up the production, to the point that you're making the rash decision of starting from the ground up on an entirely new platform with no consumer rapport, why bring back a series that is, by its very premise, exorbitantly expensive?

The extra $6 a subscriber that they were banking on (Which, let's be real, even with their "Everyone can afford it" attitude, they had to have known that not all 3 million subscribers would have paid for it) isn't going to the art. It isn't paying for the studio or the employees or the existing Watcher content or brand.

The extra money is so that Steven Lim can afford to bring back an already costly show at a higher production value than the original Buzzfeed production, which was already needlessly expensive to begin with. Whatever's left over might go to Watcher.

Additionally, I think of all the Buzzfeed originals to revive, Worth it has to be the most tone deaf in this economic climate. A large big mac meal at your standard McDonald's drive through is $9.19. Federal minimum wage is $7.25 an hour. It is no longer entertaining to watch people spend money you could never dream of having on a Michelin star restaurant. It is even less entertaining when you're the one funding it.

I agree that Watcher should be fairly compensated for the content they produce. I agree that something probably needed to change in the business model to help bring in revenue. Hell, I don't even disagree with charging fans something for new and upcoming content that we've previously received for free.

But if this was really about them hurting to keep their company afloat amid rising production costs, they would not be advertising a new series where the cost that we as the consumer do actually get to see onscreen is the equivalent of (this is specifically taken from Buzzfeed's "Worth it: $4 burger vs $777 burger video", where the estimated cost of the food alone is $2,397. Not including tips to waitstaff, other items purchased, and assuming they did not feed Shane. Also not adjusted for current inflation or price gouging) 260 large big mac meals at McDonald's.

[danayey22]

rayman and the gang hanging out at a beach!

Wowza! Rayman and the gang are going to the beach for a summer party!

rayman just comes in and have fun! He gets some ice cream, ate it and then jumps into the sea with an inflatable pool flout while drinking diet pepsi lol

since globox he has kids (and the oldest) hes prob the one who would take responsibility and insist on taking the payment to everything

barbara doesnt know about relaxing and modern stuff, so she just go to the playground and have some fun while the mothers and children give her a look, the gang felt bad and they joined in hehe.

murfy just brought a metal detector and a shovel to bring jewellery and wants to win big.

oh yeah he also stole someones burgers and fries from mcdonalds thinking its his order (he didnt even order he knows what hes doing)

[sanders1665]

A brief history of time

Way back when, some clever cave-dweller—call her Grog—picks up a jagged rock and thinks, “This’ll make slicing mammoth way less of a chore.” Boom, first tool invented, because Grog's not about to wrestle dinner bare-handed. She’s the original gangster problem-solver. Soon, her crew discovers fire, hooting like they’ve hacked the universe while toasting their first crispy critter. Fire’s a big deal: it cooks, it warms, and it makes Grog's cave the coziest spot in the Stone Age.

Fast forward, and humans get chatty, scratching doodles on cave walls like they’re pitching the first art gallery. They’re swapping beads, shells and rumors, living their prehistoric influencer dreams. Then some genius decides hunting’s a drag and plants seeds instead. Hello, agriculture! We trade roaming and sight seeing for villages, then cities, complete with nosy rulers and tax collectors. Writing pops up, because we need to track who’s hoarding the best goats and how great our God's are.

Empires start flexing—think towering pyramids, endless walls, and bathhouses where folks bicker about chariot parking. The wheel rolls in, making it easier to lug grain or chase rivals. Swords get sharper, because nothing screams “negotiation” like a pointy stick. Brainiacs start philosophizing about life’s meaning, while traders barter silk, spices, suspicious foodage and the occasional plague that clears half the map for urban renewal.

Things get wild for a stretch—knights clanging, rumors cause human barbecues and castles under siege like it’s a medieval soap opera. Someone invents exploding powder, and we immediately turn it into a fireworks-and-war combo. Then humanity hits the gas: books get churned out, painters slap masterpieces on ceilings, and explorers sail off, claiming islands like they’re calling dibs on a poolside lounger.

Steam engines chug us into a smoky factory age, where we make everything but free time. Electricity lights up the night, with bulbs and wires turning villages into neon jungles. We’re zipping in cars, soaring in planes, and arguing over who gets the window seat. Smart folks crack atoms, stroll on the moon, and invent pills so restless leg syndrome doesn't keep us up all night. Computers shrink from room-hogging beasts to pocket toys, and the internet weaves us together, mostly to inflate our egos and be judgemental armchair critics.

Now, in 2025, we’ve got robots mopping floors and drones dropping burgers at our door. But humanity’s grandest, most facepalm-worthy creation? TikTok. Forget fire or the wheel—this is our masterpiece of idiocy. TikTok isn’t just a social sharing app; it’s a social engineering machine, a digital puppet master that thrives on conformity and imitation. It’s like humanity said, “Let’s build a platform where everyone copies the same dance, lip-syncs the same song, or reenacts the same prank involving a cucumber and a confused cat.” The algorithm’s a sorcerer, serving up endless 15-second dopamine hits that scream, “Do this! Be this! Blend in!” Billions scroll, mesmerized, churning out carbon-copy content to chase likes and viral fame. It’s a global stage where originality is pushed down the well, and the reward for aping the latest trend is a fleeting pat on the head from strangers. Grog, with her humble rock tool, would look at us, sigh, and mutter, “Y’all invented this with all that evolved brainpower?”

[cazort]

This is absolutely wild.

A Tesla owner, who happens to be a data analyst, noticed that the Odometer on his Tesla was increasing suspiciously fast. He started taking meticulous records of the amount that he was driving, and he noticed that the car would record a whopping 70 miles on the odometer for every 20 miles he actually drove.

This caused the odometer to reach 50,000 miles long before he had driven anywhere near that amount, which Tesla said made the warranty "expire". He then tried to put in a warranty claim for $10,000 in work on the suspension, and they said it wasn't covered. So he sued.

It's undisputable that the Odometer on this particular car is wrong.

The big scandal here is the potential allegations that Tesla may be doing this intentionally on a large scale. If so, this would have severe implications. If this is true, not only would Tesla be skimping on its warranty service for all Tesla owners, but, because a car's resale value is determined largely by its mileage, all of the used Teslas sold on the market would be undervalued, meaning their original owners lost a great deal of money when selling them.

One Elektrek commenter wrote: "...I know enough former Tesla employees to think the accusations are plausible simply based on company culture..."

Looking at the totality of Elon Musk's behavior, this is totally the type of thing I could see being true. And if so, it's going to be yet another death blow to the already sinking ship that is Elon Musk and Tesla.

[nwarrior777]

having a very sims 2 moment right now - my life quality check is "can i eat cheese?".

if i don't have money for cheese i am sad, if i don't have money even on that melting brick of cheese-like-thing it's bad times. if i do have money for chedder/gauda and can make my version of mac&cheese things are reeeally good and i am happy happy happy. if i can make cheese + meat baked thing it is some celebration happening. and if i have like a big brick of chedder/gauda, like, man, it's succes and i won life. a oh, having * tasty * melting cheese is also wow

burger inflation coefficient, nah, i am on "can kris eat cheese" happines level measure

* i meant big mac index, how i spelled three words of thee wrong in it

[shoku-and-awe]

Not a Fukken Uh Burger—it’s a Fukkura Burger! With ふっくら referring to the bun, meaning fluffy or soft and full. As in 膨らむ [ふくらむ], to swell, inflate, expand, or get big.

[septusuki]

Even if Shiraishi An was a feedee, she was still Kirtani Haruka’s friend. Even if she was a waddling, greedy landwhale, she was still Haruka’s childhood friend. The same childhood friend she’d watched gradually inflate with fat over the course of the last few years. The same childhood friend she’d been teased, winked at and hip-checked by as soon as she so much as glanced in her direction. One thing was for sure; An adored her new size. She’d used it to practically abuse Haruka no end of times, throwing her fat-filled belly into her face, or leaping on the far smaller girl’s lap whenever it was available and piledriving her with more than two-hundred kilos of university freshman. Regardless of how many bruises she’d sustained thanks to the over-excitable, beyond overweight girl, Haruka was proud to call her her friend. Her best friend. Her biggest friend, for sure.

“An,” Haruka began, looking across the fast-food diner’s table at a girl with a portion size five times hers. Haruka had finished her food ten minutes ago, and An was still munching proudly through her third burger. “An.” She repeated, sighing as she remembered that An needed to practically have her ass slapped out of her gluttonous reveries whenever she really got into her eating. Sinking back into her seat and staring at the slowly expanding burger-pig, Haruka surrendered whatever she’d been about to say. Instead, she mumbled to herself. “If I was that big, I couldn’t stand on stage, for sure…” She lamented, watching An’s flabby cheeks swell with meat, cheese and carbs for the hundredth time. With a near-orgasmic groan, An swallowed the motherload of masticated calories, then patted her fat belly.

“I don’t think you could — UNfghh — shtand, full shtop!” An garbled through half a mouthful of food, rubbing her reddening belly as it strained under the weight of her sheer mass. “If you were ash heffy ash — Ulp — me!” There was far more than an iota of pride to what she said. She patted her tummy with every syllable, lifting her crop top’s hem until she could readjust the band of her titanic sports bra. “Unfgh… That’sh better…” She moaned, sloshing back and giving Haruka a generous peek at her sweat-stained black bra.

Haruka abstained from staring, although she was tempted. “I didn’t know you were listening.” She chuckled, turning away from An and shrugging her shoulders. “I-I didn’t mean anything by it.” Crossing her arms, Haruka was reminded starkly that her own chest was tiny in comparison. She had the same make as An’s bridge-like bra, but hers was perhaps a dozen cup sizes smaller. An gleefully put on sizes that Haruka didn’t even know existed until her best friend had boasted about them to her.

“Nope!” An didn’t let Haruka get off so easily. She leaned forwards as far as she could, until the pasty flesh of her belly was pressed against the sauce-stained table. “You totally just imagined yourself at my size, didn’t you?” She sneered, running a finger in a circle along her flank. “Two-hundred and thirty-nine kilos of Kiritani Haruka~!” She jeered, up-to-date on her weight to the very millisecond. An always intently insisted on pointing out every kilo of fat on her body. She took another munch of her third burger, still rubbing her plappable belly with one hand. “Two — Unnfghh — fawty!” She moaned, adoring the fact that she was mostly definitely buttering up by the second.

Haruka shivered, despite the warmth of the diner. “I was not.” She growled back at the fatass as she slathered over her fourth burger, stuffing it all into her gob as she gobbled her way to a quarter-ton. “I would never picture myself at your… Size.” Haruka couldn’t possibly do herself such a disservice as thinking about what she’d look like as a pig the same size as An. However…

“Then what about Minori?” An gleefully interjected, wearily standing up and letting her belly smack onto the table with all the force of the three or four burgers she’d just devoured. “Hanasato Minori-chan, as fat as me?” With two eyes sharper than any other spot on her obese body, An leaned forwards. “Unnhh… Hawuka-chan… i’m sho full…!” An moaned, imitating Minori’s voice to a tee. Rubbing her huge belly with both hands now, An squished her fat rolls and hiked up her straining jean-shorts. “Uhn… Minori-chan, too fat to stand on stage…!” She laughed, sitting down with a fwhomph that somehow made her sound even bigger than she was. An’s hips took up every inch of the two-person diner seating, her overheated shorts sticking to the seat’s leather with a cloying, desperate glue.

“N-No!!” Haruka squeaked, her brain already infected with the images. It was far too late for her, she was already imagining it; Minori as a growing idol. Minori, eclipsing two-hundred kilos. Minori, blushing as her oshi obediently measured her obese body. Haruka shivered again — but this time, for an entirely different reason. “An…!” She scowled, blaming all the insidious images on the fatass of a friend sitting opposite her. “Now you’ve done it…”

“Hehe, done what?” An winked, knowing exactly what she’d done but wanting Haruka to say it, nonetheless. She tossed on the Minori voice once more, as easily as breathing. “Haruka-shama! I-I’m not that fat, right?” She keened, before digging into her burger again. An guzzled a barrel-full of coke, then licked her lips shamelessly. “Idols’re meant to get fat, Haruka-shama…” With a slow moan, An let a small cloud of sticky, meaty gas rise from her mouth.

“Of course not…” This time, Haruka imagined an entire world of fat idols. At the very least, an entire group of them. A plump, round group of fat idols. The thought made her tremble, in the worst way possible. They’d be greedy, fat and irreparably wide. They’d show off their growing tummies at every concert, squidging and playing with eachother’s blubber as they inevitably expanded. They’d be some of the biggest girls in Tokyo, and they’d be named More More Tummy. “Well,” Haruka swallowed, and looked at the meagre meal that passed for a part of her rare and precious ‘cheat day’. Forcing herself to stay thin was an exercise in embarrassment in itself. “M-Maybe…”

[grand-zammy]

Games of Bluey I-P

(sourced from the Bluey Wiki)

In the Bed and the Little One Said - varying from 3 to 4 players, one player must be the "little one". This game is played/followed along with a song: "There were four (or however many are playing) in the bed and the little one said, 'Roll over, roll over'. So, they all rolled over and one fell out." Once only the "little one" remains in the bed, they sing "There was one in the bed and the little one said, 'Good night'."

Keepy Uppy - one or more players try to bounce a balloon to keep it airborne and avoid touching the ground.

Knight game - player(s) pretend to be knights protecting their kingdom from various threats.

Letter-writing game - One player lies in the second player's lap, while the second player pretends to use them as a typewriter. Then, the first player pretends to be the resulting letter and the second player pretends to put them in an envelope and stamp them. The first player then pretends to be the reply letter arriving and the second player "reads" them.

Library - players set up books around the living room to be checked out, read, then returned; players may also draw library cards and host a "Toddler Time" read-aloud for plushies.

Living ping-pong - two players play ping-pong with another player pretending to be the ball.

Magic - players pretend to use magic with others players/people playing along.

Magic Asparagus - player points a spear of asparagus at the other players and shouts the name of an animal, whereupon the other player must pretend to be said animal.

Magic Xylophone - players have to freeze and unfreeze upon hearing a note from the xylophone.

Make-believe barbecue - player pretends to cook/prepare food for a barbecue (sausages, burgers, salads, etc.)

Mum School - players pretend to be a mother to one or more prop children while the other player judges their "parenting" choices. At the end, the judging player tells the "mother" whether they passed or failed "Mum School".

Musical Instruments - player uses another player as if they were an instrument (drums, piano, etc.)

Musical Statues - players dance to music and must freeze when it stops; whomever is still moving after the music stops is out.

Nail salon - player pretends to run a nail salon where they do nail care & apply nail/toe polish.

Octopus - one player assumes the role of an octopus, and another assumes one of a fish. The fish has to evade the octopus guarding its treasure through any means possible; once done, the fish must escape the octopus' lair.

Pass the Parcel - players pass a parcel around and unwrap a layer of wrapping paper. The winner gets the prize under all the layers (either with many mini prizes or one BIG prize.)

Penguins - this game involves sliding on the wet, smooth surface on one's belly in the manner of a penguin.

Pet Bird - hold the air into an inflated but untied balloon and lets some out to make squeaking sounds made by the "bird". Release all of the air to send the deflating balloon flying around chaotically, declaring, "Go free, birdy!"

Pet Feet - one player treats another player's feet as if they were pets, teaching them tricks and taking them for "walkies."

Phones - two players pretend to have a phone conversation.

Pig Hunting game - two players pretend to hunt a wild pig.

Pirates - players roleplay as pirates on a hammock swing, another player rocks the swing to simulate things such as the ocean moving, and a narrator narrates and makes decisions for the game.

Playground lap - one player runs a lap of the playground and the other times it, occasionally throwing in an obstacle.

Pretend to Bathe in Dirt - exactly what it sounds like.

[wowwowokay2]

Shelby, part 1/?

Shelby was looking to make extra cash and had decided to try producing content. First they were going to do their research. They looked up online what they could possibly do, coming across one video saying: “-if you actually want to make money you need to find your niche. Don’t stick with the mainstream because that’s what everybody does. Find the kinky people, explore your own kinks, to ensure it’s enjoyable for you.”

Soon enough they came across the idea of stuffing and inflation. They figured it was something they could do, and they were very athletic so they had no worries about working off any stuffings. They made their first few posts for free to gain a following, and then announced ways their followers could support them on a subscriber basis, but that their open account would also continue.

After a month and a half of creating content, they had gained four pounds. It wasn’t a lot, so they weren’t concerned, but they had noticed some comments from followers who wanted them to gain weight. At first they brushed aside the comments without a second thought, but then Shelby began thinking about it themself. They were certainly intrigued, and and they were loving the food and stuffing. However they had also only recently begun making content and they worried and losing the small following they had gained thus far. They decided to to test the waters and ask, making it clear that they would only do it if there was interest and if they could still earn cash comparable to the little they earned now.

Not long after, Shelby received an anonymous message. An admirer who wished to help them gain, and they were offering big bucks, mainly in the form of direct food deliveries, but cash as well. At first Shelby was skeptical, so they asked this admirer to send an order and they would stuff themself live. Because they didn’t believe it would really happen, they listed off a huge order that came in at a high cost. When the bags of fast food arrived they were flustered, but set out to keep their word. Shelby set up the livestream and began working on the order. One large fries, one burger, a large pop, two burgers, a second large pop, they kept going. It took them hours but they managed to stuff themself with three burgers, two large fries and two large pops. The admirer forwarded their praise, as did several other followers.

The next evening, just after they arrived back home, more food was at their door. Shelby cautiously examined the bags and saw that while it was a large amount of food, it was not enough to stuff themself sick. Checking their messages, Shelby saw that the admirer (who they had nicknamed the ‘Feeder Fairy’) had sent tips on weight gain.

Shelby decided to take some pictures of their current appearance, very lean and muscular, and put a daring caption on the post:

“Who wants to make me fat?”

As it turned out, quite a few people. There were questions about whether they were genuine about gaining, and it was something Shelby wondered for themself as well. They confided in the Feeder Fairy that this was all new and they didn’t want to mislead anyone. The Feeder Fairy told them in the end it was their choice to do as they wished.

Soon all the meals that Shelby was eating got larger. They did go to the gym, but instead of four days that week, they only showed up one day, sparking questions from fellow gym-rats.

“I’m trying something new.” They cryptically replied to an acquaintance.

They weren’t complaining though. They were surprised at the delicious variety of foods they got sent to their house. Not only takeout, but groceries as well. The change in direction of their content also received positive feedback.

But most importantly Shelby was enjoying themself, the food and just eating! Their capacity to stuff themself was increasing and they were glad, because that meant they could eat more exquisite food.

They carefully examined their body, pinching the skin around their belly button to gauge any changes. After a few weeks of unrestrained eating, their rock hard abs were covered by a fine layer of fat. Of course, since they were already so fit, this wasn’t anywhere near their end goal. Still, throughout their day, Shelby’s hands often drifted to their midsection to gently fondle their stomach.

Their Feeder Fairy ensured that they were not only well fed, but encouraged as well. Sometimes food deliveries would come with notes of encouragement.

More than a month and a half of time had passed, and soon Shelby stopped going to the gym altogether. They still walked and lifted weights at home, but the intensity of their previous regiment seemed so far behind them. Their stomach was sticking out now, but the thought of themself with a hanging gut made them hot. The idea of sitting down and having a huge, soft mass overflowing on their thick thighs. Even the idea of a softening jawline made them tingle.

They just kept accepting the food from their Feeder Fairy. They were almost constantly eating or thinking about food. Shelby’s waistline began to thicken at an increasing pace. First it was the evolution from hard abs to a more ‘normal’ looking stomach. Then it began to stick outwards, and their hips also began to widen. Soon when they laid down their stomach remained a small mound. The weight of it began to pull down and soon they had a small flabby belly. They were losing their sharp jawline and their cheeks were becoming fuller.

Shelby was elated.

More time passed, month two, three, four, soon a year. Over that time their belly became an undeniable presence. They relished every moment with their hands on it. Pulling it out from their waistband and plopping it onto a countertop. Being almost paralyzed from being so stuffed, and how their stomach could feel so hard and yet their belly could still jiggle.

Their belly began to fold over on itself as they continued to expand. Into year two, Shelby passed 325lbs, and had no intention of stopping.

[nevermindtheweights]

With a confident wink...

"That's a promise, then~ If you can manage that, then you'll have succeeded in ensuring little ol' me..." All of this now said, she completely loosens up as she droops back and gives a deep exhale, her belly practically inflating out further, "...becomes this country's largest living thing. No... The world's...~ Before you tail behind me~"

She licked her lips.

"Feed me...~"

A wink to seal the deal and a confirmation of the future, Alice felt the closest she had ever been to Mari in this moment. There was a surge of emotion and thought that the woman felt but she couldn't quite say what it all was. Frankly, for the moment, it may not even matter. The goal mattered. Mari had always made that clear. It spoken, it was akin to a pact forming between the two. A certainty and promise that their shared intimacy granted them.

On well-timed cue, there was a knock upon the door to Alice's suite. The first batch of the order would of arrived by now. As per stated, the food was to keep coming until confirmation was given otherwise. The typical Mari order. The staff all knew what it meant and Alice was confident her team could keep up with the demand.

The door opened without Alice stirring. Mainly as she had instructed that only a knock be given before they entered. The attending staff member wheeled in the loaded cart that contained the burgers and fries. A grand display of greasy fried food, yet with that fancy Alice Nikari twist that made it a both fancier and tastier! The wafting scents would fill the room as Alice sat herself up to make sure she could grab something off the cart. A big plump Mari Burger seemed like a good place to start.

And so, as requested, she fed it into Mari with a firmness that came from repeated action and intimate trust~

Only fair the boss gets the first burger~