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.

aw, you’re full? that’s cute. maybe you should’ve thought about that before you went and stuffed your greedy little mouth full of that whole pie i just made. maybe if you had a modicum of self-restraint you wouldn’t be so full now, would you? if you’re so greedy, you’re gonna have to finish these other two pies i made, since you obviously can’t control yourself in front of food. you’re such a fatass, are you seriously drooling right now? does the idea of being so full that you can’t even stand up, literally being pinned to your chair by your own gluttony, get you turned on? you’re gonna eat all this, and you’re gonna like it, i’ll be the judge of when you’re “full.” if you still have room to suck in, you’re not full. maybe next time you’ll think twice before touching what isn’t yours. or maybe you’ll eat it just because you’re that fucking greedy that you can’t help yourself, and you know you’ll just get more food as a punishment, won’t you?

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

spooky szn is coming up so lets talk about spooky little feedees taking full advantages of all the sweet treats available

- finishing one of those gallon size bags of “fun size” candies. keeping bowls of them around the house so they always have something to snack on as they laze around the house

- baking them sheets of halloween cookies and having them be your personal taste taster. did you leave the cookies in a minute too long? oh well, i guess they’re just gonna have to eat them so they don’t go to waste…

- having to go on a last minute shopping trip for halloween costumes because for some reason their outfit they picked out at the beginning of the month just doesn’t seem to be fitting very well anymore. maybe it was all those pumpkin pies…

he had a hunch, but in order to prove it, he’d need to put it to the test.

it hadn’t been the first time he’d caught her staring when she thought he wasn’t looking, but it certainly was the first time he’d found her staring at his stomach in particular. he couldn’t say for sure, but he could’ve sworn he saw something akin to desire in her eyes.

after that, he’d started to notice the little things. things that before wouldn’t have aroused any alarms, but now were all going on his list he had titled “evidence that my crush might be into my belly??” in the notes app on his phone.

like the way she’d always “accidentally” have too much of whatever treat she had brought with her when they were together, and the excess always ended up on his plate. an extra square of brownies, a couple extra muffins, two cups of iced coffee instead of one. not that he’d ever decline it, though. not when her desserts made him want to moan out obscenities in the middle of the lounge they were in.

now, he just had to prove it. secret glances and overly generous, caloric gifts weren’t enough. he had to have undeniable evidence before he’d believe it, so he had arranged for them to meet at an buffet diner that she had mentioned in the past, hoping to put his theory to the test.

she showed up and they went up to the counters, and he went about filling up his first two plates, throwing a glance over to her as he sat down. he held back a grin as he saw her eyes fall down to the full plates, then dart down to his middle, where his belly was concealed by a baggy hoodie he had thrown on. if all went as planned, that hoodie wouldn’t be at all baggy by the time the night was over.

they talked as they ate, and he’d barely noticed he had finished both plates until his fork scraped the empty bottom, and shook them both out of their reverie. he barely had time to react before her she stood up, offering him a smile, telling him she’d go get him another plate. he couldn’t find the words to formulate a response before she was off, and what the fuck–

so she was into it!

once she was back, he dug into the next plate with vigor, chatting along as he ate, but noticing that she hadn’t made herself a plate, and seemed content to sit and watch him eat. it made him squirm in his seat, along with the first notes of fullness that were starting to creep up on him. he let one hand fall to his belly, and he watched her eyes follow. he slipped it under his hoodie, and placed it on the crown of his belly where it had begun to feel tight. her eyes followed the movement, gaze held firm on his belly as he rubbed it, not able to hold back a quiet groan that fell from his lips.

he got up and grabbed his next plate, eating a slower pace this time around, the feeling of fullness ever-present now. she seemed to be unable to sit still, legs rubbing against each other, squirming in her seat almost as much as he was, and he was almost giddy with the thought.

by the time he was finished, they had fallen into a comfortable silence, but her eyes stayed drifting between his belly, which was now filling out the space of his hoodie, the overfull curve of it obvious under the thin material, and his face. he wondered if he could take this a step further, and with a glance around the restaurant, he let out a small moan, watching her eyes widen at the noise.

“i’mreally fucking full, can you give me a hand? or better yet, do you think you could just–rub my belly for a minute, please?” he tried to give her a pleading look, but he didn’t even think he needed to, because she was already crossing over to his side of the booth, her hands falling to his belly. she looked up to him, once, and at his nod, slipped her hands up under his hoodie, already massaging into the warm flesh. god. if this was his reward for stuffing himself silly every time, he could definitely make a habit out of it.

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.

look at you, baby. so full that you can’t even touch yourself, can you? i bet you wanted to, the whole time you were stuffing yourself, every time you took a bite you were craving the feeling of your hand on yourself. but you didn’t, did you? you probably wanted to wait until you physically couldn’t anymore, to test your own limits, right? which came first, the overwhelming need for release, or your belly being so full you couldn’t swallow another bite? how long did it take you to realize you were too full to even attempt to touch yourself, that any little movement would send an ache through your belly? did you enjoy the thought of being pinned to your seat, unable to touch yourself because of your own gluttony? let me take care of that, for you, im sure you’re just desperate for release at this point.

a feedee loving how fat they are, and flaunting that shit.

going out in public wearing their tightest clothes, absolutely reveling in the attention it gets them, from onlookers and their feeder alike.

their feeder, who practically worships the ground they walk on, ever doting on their feedee, making sure their hand is never without some form of drink, their other holding a snack, all on the way to pick up their next meal.

making sure to show off how their outfit clearly doesn’t fit, especially after a large meal, when their shirt has slid up over the swell of their round belly, their pants just barely containing it.

making exaggerated groans and complaining of discomfort so their feeder will rub their belly, even though they’re still in view of the public, neither of them care, too focused on how to best make room for more food in their gut.

do you want me to fill you up, love? is that what you want? for me to keep you swollen and full? do you like when i bend you over and fill you up, promising to that soft belly swell and grow even bigger? how often do you think of me breeding you, making you my perfect little overfed, fucked full toy? does that turn you on, thinking of yourself that way? thinking of yourself, belly rounded into your lap, constantly being pumped full by me, until you can’t tell what’s your own indulgence and what’s my doing? 

oh how i’d love to have you splayed out in my lap, rutting against my lap, your overfed and overstuffed belly round and taut, sloshing at the jostle your movements cause. i’d keep you there, begging for release until you’re whining and almost incoherent, arousal spun so tightly in your gut that any little touch could send you spiraling over the edge. when you’re just about to sob out of pure pleasure-pain, i’d let my hands fall to your belly, rubbing down the sides of it, caressing the soft underside, just a hairsbreadth from where you really want me to touch. your hips would thrust again against my thigh, pushing your aching belly further into my hands. you look so beautiful like this, a work of art. if i could keep you like this all the time, overfull and drooling with the haziness of your arousal, i would.

I caught myself on camera breaking the wood in the box spring for my bed

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

I carry this sack of fat, every second of every day. It’s so heavy and so big. It’s hard to walk, breathe, sit, stand. My back and neck are always hurting from carrying all this weight around my waist. It’s only going to get worse the fatter I get. The more lard I pile on this already gigantic belly, the closer I get to being immobile and the closer I get to just eating day, not working, becoming a permanent fixture in the house. Never leave and become a storage unit for jam-packing more and more with lard.

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

I just stuffed my gut

2 chilidogs w/ everything

1 large chili mac w/ everything

1 large fry

1 large chocolate malt

I feel HUGE. It’s the first time in a very long time I’ve stuffed myself this full. My belly feels so stretched out. It hurts I’m so full. I can feel that my stomach is overflowing because my chest hurts from the pressure. I need someone to force me to eat more and rub my belly. It hurts so bad

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

Am I fat enough?

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

See I have fat stored in other places too.

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

I like the thought of someone really skinny or someone really fit stuffing me every day.

TW: Mean feedee?

They feed you what they wish they could eat. (The skinny one is afraid to be fat and the fit one works too hard to waste it on fatty foods) they go to the store before they come home from work to your fat body wait for them the way they left you. They pick up so many good foods. They love going to the store hungry now because they know they will more likely pick junk food for you to eat. They don’t have to try to resist temptation when choosing your food. They can buy whatever they would eat if they could.

They get home carrying large amount of bags, setting them down to get the second trip of bags. They are so hungry they can’t wait to feed you to fulfill some dark twisted way of binging without binging themselves.

They eat a small health meal, you had been sat down at the table in front of 20+ plates/containers of food. You can’t eat until your feeder says to so you just smell and your huge belly is growling. Your feeder starts to bully you.

“How can you even be hungry? You’re fucking huge, your body doesn’t have enough lard to feed off of? Greedy fucking cow.” They stand up from their seat and walk over to you.

“Did you notice I left the ice cream out to melt?” They almost whisper

“Yes I did.” You are sure you know what’s next.

They pull out the funnel and before you know it they are pouring the half gallon of chocolate ice cream down your throat. After you’ve swallowed the last of it, you can’t help but whimper because you’re already full.

“oh no honey, look at all this food, you’re not even close to done eating, so you better open up and make room, you were so hungry your big fat belly was growling just minutes ago.”

They always start with dessert it just might be part of the temptation, not waiting to wait, they pull a dozen donuts up to your belly that is bulging over the table now.

“Go ahead and eat these, all of them, I want to just watch.” They snicker

You pick up a donut and start eating, you know you have to whether you think you can eat more or not, you will be.

“I can’t believe you eat like this. Every day. Must be nice to just laze around eating and being fed all day. Just like a pig. You’re a fucking disgusting pig and you can’t do anything to stop yourself. Even if you tried you’d always be fat. I’ll always be here to fill you until you’re overflowing.” It sounded like a threat but you knew it was loving. Before you knew what happened the box of donuts was empty.

After being stuffed and teased about it your feeder helps you waddle back to bed. They run your belly and tell you “You’re such a good piggy.” Whispering sweet nothings.

Then they edge you for an hour while your stuck pinned to the bed by your huge belly.

Before both falling asleep to do it all over again tomorrow.

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish