#belly rubs
Got it
Stopped my gaining process. Now I’m back at 84kilos from 90 that I was in the last pic. A little pause is necessary for my body to process all the fat and make it stay
thinking of a scenario where your s/o had taken a bunch of laxatives or had just eaten a bunch of ice cream, and their belly is all nice and round. they lay on the bed rubbing their round belly as it starts to gurgle louder and louder, leading to long and hard growls. they moan after each growl.
you walk in and you can her their stomach growling loudly, so you go over to them and start rubbing it. you can feel all the growls and gurgles under your hand too.
you suddenly start to press and push on their stomach, earning deep churns and gurgles from their belly and moans from them. “d-don’t push too hard..” they say, but you don’t listen and you end up pushing harder, making their laxative/ice cream filled belly growl harder and louder..
*GRRRRGGGLLLRGGLLEEE*
they wince at the strong growl, and clutch their stomach. they blush hard as they see you stare at their struggling and grumbling belly.
Omg I did this it was the worst belly ache ever
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Looking forward to when I take up all the space in the shower
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Can’t wait for it!
Contractions had started, soon his baby would be coming out, but until then, a few more belly rubs to enjoy the firm orb that has been growing for so long.
that’s what happens when you become a football player, you beef up a lot!
I used to be that skinny guy weighing at 123 lbs and now I’m that big beefy man who weighs 298 lbs !!!!!!
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Your girlfriend is a streamer, and lately she has been packing on the pounds. When her fans start bringing up her weight gain, you quickly reassure her that she hasn’t been gaining. If anything - she should gain more! You bring her a calorie packed lunch and watch all her concerns diminish as she digs in.
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Your feedee just finished a large meal and is BEYOND horny! Even though she just stuffed, she’s already thinking about eating more and growing BIGGER! Listen to your feedee beg you to make her larger, she’s DESPERATE to grow for you! She gets so hot and heated that she even strips down and fucks herself before you ;)
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Rosie didn’t show up to your birthday party after promising to attend, and you won’t just let that slide… You invite her to your pool party a couple weeks later and convince her to make it up to you, but little does Rosie know… You expect her to eat an entire birthday cake AND ice cream in her cow bikini!
Come watch Rosie hesitantly accept your challenge and slowly submit to her PUNISHMENT!!
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I wish I could rest my head on my partner’s shoulder while we snuggle on the couch.
As he plays a game he would reach over and rub my large pregnant belly during every loading screen. Sounds absolutely blissful.
I wouldn’t move for hours.~
concept: (soon to be chubby) king and a doting consort.
the king often becoming too wrapped up in paperwork and legal matters to remember when to eat, so of course his loyal, loving consort makes sure there’s always a fresh plate of food on his desk at mealtime. if the king is too busy, they’ll hand feed him, ripping off pieces of thick bread, pushing it past his lips, spooning him bites of rich stew. they make sure the king eats until he’s satisfied and agrees to take a break, to which the consort takes him to have a second dinner together.
pampering their king with decadent desserts in bed, refreshing wine during hot baths, the sweetest fruits hand delivered to them during meetings. everyone can see how well the king’s consort is taking care of him, with his hidden jawline and softening figure, no longer jagged lines and hard muscle. he’s more peaceful, more at ease now that he has them by his side.
the consort tending to their king after feasts, sending him teasing glances during the meal, urging him to try this or that, piling his plate high and giving him an encouraging pat to the thigh as he works through his load. taking him back to their shared chambers and stripping him of the tight garments he’s wearing, massaging away any aches in his belly.
tis the season to gain weight.
that diet of yours was going great back in….september? you were slim, down 30 pounds, and look what happened to you. october came around and you told yourself you could have just one cheat day, right? except one led to two which led to three and then you swore you’d get back on your diet after halloween, a couple pounds could be shed quick.
but then november hit and you kept making excuses on why you weren’t going to the gym as often, why you slept in through your usual morning runs and ate a late breakfast instead. you said once you had all the shopping done for thanksgiving you’d hit the treadmill, but then you couldn’t stop sampling all the desserts you made and then wonder why those jeans you bought back in august won’t zip up anymore.
at the beginning of december you decided it was finally time to get back on track with your diet, except you couldn’t run down the block without having to stop for air, and that’s if you could even manage to get your running outfit on. so you said you’d go get new exercise clothes, but you didn’t and instead you picked up a cake and decided to treat yourself. and you thought there’s no way anyone could blame you for slacking when all the christmas candy looked so good, and you put everyone to shame at the dinner table on christmas day when you finished off seconds, thirds, and fourths before you started to pant. what did it take, six plate fulls before you couldn’t stand up, pinned under your own fat? and those jeans you swore were saved for your “fat” days didn’t last past your third plate of dessert, but you didn’t care, did you?
now its new years eve and you’ve put back on those thirty pounds you worked so hard to lose, plus 20 pounds extra, for good measure. i wonder how heavy you’ll be this time next year.
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.
i want to touch you. i want to run my hands across your belly and your wide hips, and ask how you got so big? i want to watch you squirm and whimper under my touch as i pinch and squeeze every new ounce of fat on your softened body. i want you to met under my touch like warm, gooey chocolate as i hand feed you treats and worship your soft, jiggling belly. by the time i’m done with you, you’ll be so full and so turned on you can’t help but whimper and cry out, begging me to give you the release you need, since you’re so full you cant even sit up to finish the job yourself. i can just imagine what all those extra calories would do to your body, and how much softer you’ll be under my hands next time.
are you sure you need new clothes? we just went shopping last month, babe. have you already gained that much weight? i don’t think you need new ones just yet, i mean those jeans still button, right? if you can button them that means they still fit. that shirt is a little tight, but you can make it work, right baby? so what that it shows off a little bit of your belly, you like that anyways, don’t you? you look hungry, why don’t you sit down and let me feed that belly of yours. we can go get new clothes once you eat yourself out of these.
two best friends who help each other gain weight <3
having little study dates where they pick up each others favorite snacks and spend the night studying and stuffing, until they’re full and too sleepy to continue reading
going shopping together and teasing each other when they try on an outfit that just isn’t going to fit, but still trying to make it work anyways. having to help each other button up tight jeans or tuck in shirts, pull up stubborn skirts or unforgiving button-ups.
sending each other pictures of their meals just to make one another jealous over how many calories they’re about to eat, and how much bigger they’re gonna get than the other one.
having little competitions on who is going to gain more weight that month, whoever loses has to buy them a big dinner to commemorate the occasion. helping each other finish off the giant meal, and laughing at each other as they struggle to pull their stuffed selves out of the seats and back to their car
not to sound like a broken record but there’s nothing better than someone gaining weight because they’ve escaped a bad situation. someone in a stable environment where they’re able to indulge for the first time in forever? being able to eat to enjoy, instead of eating to survive? showing how much they’re healing through the new softness of their body? good shit.
