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I know nothing about Arcane but I see a lot of fat Jayce art on my feed and I agree he's incredibly fattenuppable
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Phoenix timeline for my aa au ! Spoiler alert: he gets fat This was rlly fun to make hopefully Iâll make timelines for the other important characters in the au like Miles and Apollo
Also hereâs the timeline written out to read for anyone who gaf:
COLLEGE (Pre-AA)
250lbs
Saw Miles
Naturally stocky, gaining weight from college lifestyle.
Saw Miles at the courthouse, was inspired to lose weight to become the ideal image of what a lawyer looks like in his mind.
FLEDGELING LAWYER (AA-JFA)
170lbs
Feeling for Miles
Phoenix lost a lot of weight & is now a practicing attorney where he & Miles develop feelings for each other.
DEVELOPED LAWYER 1 (TAT->)
320lbs
Dating Miles (kinda)
After Phoenix and Miles reunite (after his weird fake suicide trip) the two get closer & begin âdatingâ whether they know it or not (they spend all their time together and being affectionate to each other but still have an underlying rivalry that prevents them from feeling like itâs official)
Phoenix started gaining his weight back after solving the DL-6 incident & getting closer with Miles, no longer seeing him as an unattainable ideal of what a lawyer should be like. Dating Miles kicked his weight gain into the next gear, as Miles is constantly getting him food which he eats with no reservations.
DEVELOPED LAWYER 2 (->AAI2)
470lbs
Dating Miles (official)
Phoenix & Miles get much closer after the events of Bridge to Turnabout & solidify their feelings for each other by officially establishing their relationship.
While dating, they both realize that they enjoy feeding/getting fed respectively. Miles feeding Phoenix becomes a regular part of their relationship and Milesâ cooking combined with Phoenix giving up his workout routine lead to his metabolism catching up with him & he begins piling on pounds very quickly.
DISBARRED (AJ:AA)
620lbs(start)-810lbs(end)
Dating Miles
After losing his license, Phoenix spends way more time at home with Miles, therefore spending much much more time eating and with losing his badge, he also loses any drive or desire to appear âprofessionalâ or âpresentableâ which had been holding him back from fully embracing his weight gain and he begins loving the feeling of getting bigger and bigger with every bite he takes. He falls deep into his hedonism and barely-satiable appetite and gains almost 400 pounds
REINSTATED (Post-AJ:AA)
650lbs
Dating Miles, eventually engaged to Miles
After regaining his license, Phoenix decides to lose some of his newly gained weight so that heâs able to do his job more easily. Miles lovingly yet begrudgingly assists him.
After losing a good amount of weight, Phoenix still canât hold off his inevitable ascent to immense obesity. Heâs steadily, while more slowly than when he was disbarred, still putting on weight as he can simply no longer resist the incessant urge to gorge himself any chance he gets.
RETIRED (Post-Canon)
820lbs(start)-1200+lbs(future)
After their retirement, there is no longer anything holding Phoenix back from his insatiable urge to eat without pause and bask in the feeling of growing larger and larger with each passing day, which Miles is more than overjoyed to not only facilitate, but push past what Phoenix thinks is even possible.
Not long after retirement Phoenix becomes much too large to move around normally. He still adamantly waddles wherever he needs to go but also utilizes mobility scooters and sits whenever he can. After not much time, he finally becomes immobile, staying in whatever chair or bed Miles can move him to, and can at last spend every minute of his day focusing on his own expansion, devouring whatever Miles brings him giddily, motivated by the pure ecstasy of feeling his boddy jiggle more and more with every pound he puts on and feeling his husbandâs love put into every bite he takes.
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One of the hottest videos Iâve ever made! Messy verbal pig scarfing down extra fattening pudding.
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Just A Number
âYouâre too young to be so fatâ is something youâve heard all your life. From your youth spent snacking in front of the tv, to your high school years indulging at restaurants or the mall, to your college years eating late-night pizza and junk in your dorm room, youâve always been big enough to get that comment out of people. Parents, friends, boyfriends and girlfriends have all watched your advancing waistline with alarm, worrying about the fact that â no matter how big you had been when they last saw you â you were always bigger the next time.
And so theyâd express their worry to you. These are the best years of your life, theyâd say â you should be getting out and enjoying them, not sitting on the sidelines stuffing your face. Someone your age shouldnât have trouble finding clothes that fit, or such a hard time making it up a flight of stairs that you have to stop halfway. You needed to try and watch the weight a little. Sometimes you wonder how things would have turned out if you had followed their advice.
But you didnât. And so, you waddled across the stage at graduation and into a young adulthood that freed you from even the limited structure of university life. You landed some regular freelance work that paid the bills and let you work entirely from home. And you kept gorging yourself on whatever delicious food you wanted, whenever you wanted it. There was nobody to tell you what time meals were supposed to be, nobody to question your incessant snacking. While other people your age were going out with their friends, traveling to exotic places, partying, and living their lives, you were home by yourself most of the time. Craving. Consuming. Expanding.
With total freedom from a schedule and your last reason for even limited physical activity gone, the creeping tide of weight gain over the past few years turned into a flood. The snacking, meals, grocery deliveries, and takeout orders became constant. You would look like a completely different person to someone who had gone a couple months without seeing you, packing on fifty pounds or more from season to season. Eventually, your friends and family gave up on trying to save you from what was increasingly looking like an unstoppable force, propelling you faster and faster toward destroying yourself.
I suppose for normal people, thereâs never an age where itâs expected someone will be too fat to leave the house. But itâs your mid-20s, and here you are. You spend eighteen hours a day on the couch, pinned beneath a flowing belly the size of a bean bag chair and two bulbous titties connecting to the massive rolls of fat under your arms. Laptop perched atop your wobbling stomach, you try to type with sausage fingers youâre even starting to have trouble bending, taking breaks every few minutes to rest your bloated arms.
As they fall to your sides, the fat on your biceps â bigger around than a healthy adultâs waist â puckers, flowing over the layers of rolls bulging from your abdomen. Your forearm fat shifts down toward your hands, making an impressive roll around your pudgy wrist. You try and shift a little to get more comfortable, wiggling your tremendous butt and shapeless legs around to try and resettle yourself. As you take up most of the couch now, thereâs not much room to change positions. Instead, you stretch, wiggling the toes peeking out from the distended blobs of fat, now hundreds of pounds in their own right, that pass for your legs.
Shocking as those legs are, they can still support you during your labored, stumbling trips to the front door a couple times a day. Here, you collect the tens of thousands of calories you have to put away to keep you in this lard prison youâve built for yourself. But you donât think of it that way. You see it as a treat. After all, you just did a full-body workout lumbering to the door and back; why shouldnât you reward yourself for keeping up with your fitness?
Except that nobodyâs fooled by whatâs going on here â not even you, on those rare occasions when the delusion lifts and you get a lucid look at your situation. Thereâs nothing normal about a twentysomething eating themself to the size of a California king mattress. Thereâs no excuse for being too heavy to waddle out your front door, ignoring whether you could even still squeeze your outrageous bulk through it. And all those admirers on the internet â talking about how sexy you look, how much they want to feed you, how theyâd love to see you even bigger â are all really thinking the same thing.
They would push you to your limit if they had half a chance. Forget being able to waddle to the door; they want you so blown up with lard and full of food that youâre not rolling over without help. They want you a wheezing, blubbery mess with so many rolls, folds, blobs, and bulges covering your body that youâre almost unrecognizable as a person. They want to see you reaching pathetically across your expanse of fat, trying to get the feeding tube thatâs slipped away from you, and looking at them pleadingly for help to restore the sickening flow of calories into your ruined body. They want you to end your twenties as a fat cow, insatiably feeding and alarmingly obese, eating yourself to death.
And theyâd probably tease you by telling you about their day out of the house, and all the things that they got to do that a half-ton bariatric patient like you can never hope to do again. Fit in a car. Go shopping, mobility scooter or not. Literally just be outside without having countless amazed stares and snarky comments from all the people, shocked at seeing someone in their twenties who already weighs as much as five or six people. Shame those are off the table for you, theyâd say; guess you better eat some more to make yourself feel better.
Youâre not quite that big â not yet, at least. Your weight may be wildly out of control compared to most people your age, but even so it takes some time for those bad eating habits to reach critical mass. Give it a few years, though. Even if you manage to get a handle on your rapid expansion, thereâs no chance youâre losing any weight. Youâre too used to living this way to give it up. That number on the scale will keep creeping up, slowly but surely. Youâll be reminded of your inevitable fate by how your clothes feel like theyâre slowly constricting, squeezing your belly and rolls tighter and tighter; how it feels like someoneâs turning up gravity on you a little every day. But you canât pin this on your clothes or the laws of physics. You only have yourself, and your gluttony, to blame.
You didnât get this big, this fast, without wanting to on some level. And as long as that something is there, driving you, you wonât be stopping. So make peace with the fact that you have just a few more years, at most, before youâre too big to be anything but someoneâs fantasy feedee. You may as well have another bite, another helping, another meal. Because age â and weight â is just a number, right?
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Thank you to everyone who has supported me recently as the scale I was trying to get arrived today đ„ł
I was 430lbs when I was 16-17, but as of today I'm currently I'm 608lbs đ„”đ„
After setting it up and weighing myself multiple times I found out my actual weight for the first time in 10 years. I wasn't able to weigh myself with normal scales during this time because I would crush them đł
Definitely need you feeders out there to help feed me and make me grow even more đ©đŠ
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Some doorways are a real tight squeeze these daysâŠ
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I'd love to use one of you as a footrest, another one of you as a cock sucker and cock rest, a couple of you as neck nibblers and kissers and one to make out with me after a long hard day at work, all at once. All my guys on and in me all at once for life.
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Oldish Hidai and Noboru art. Every now and then they pop up in my head
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