Been a while since i stuffed my gut in my car 😏

I seriously can't believe how much of a pig i've been this past month. I just can't get enough fast food. This is from when I went out to find some clothes and before I went in the store I picked up 4 burgers and a large coke and finished it all in my car in the parking lot.

I think you know what happened next 🙈

so right after dead/lock became dri/ft, I'd imagine he wouldn't have eaten often (blame rigorous training, constant missions, and generally low fuel) and almost immediately binging once he finds out what foods he loves while living with rat/chet. Rat/chet is totally on board with this, pretty pleased to help his patient recover, getting him as much food he wants and when he wants it. Getting to massage his aching, gurgling, bloated belly and knead his big, soft thighs is a bonus that he loves

of course, dri/ft doesn't mind either, and once he realizes how much ratty likes it he eats more to make him happy. eventually his thighs and belly get big enough that he can barely sit up, waddling wherever he goes in rat/chet's hab as all that jiggly fat scrunches up and wobbles

! Brief mentions of past ED, body image issues, depression!

You were always really skinny. Years of self hatred and depression so bad you couldn't even make yourself a meal left you dangerously underweight.

After finally getting on hormones though, that has changed. You were no longer paralyzed by your mental state, you got a will to live back, and you even started liking your body more. Time once spent rotting in bed was now replaced by hanging out with friends.

Of course, when you're having a good time with friends, it's only natural to order a pizza or two and maybe some fries. A popcorn or chips on movie nights, ice cream and sweet drinks on hot summer days, hot chocolate, gingerbread and other Christmas treats during the holidays....

Slowly your body started to transform. First you just played it off as hormones doing their own thing, you've been told that fat will redistribute mainly to your belly, it's no wonder why it's not as flat as it used to be. After all, you're still stick thin, right?

Weeks turn into months and slowly you change more and more. Your voice deepens, beard starts to grow, your body hair thickens... But that body hair isn't the only thing that's getting thicker.

You don't notice it, of course, you're far too deep in denial for that, but your once bony legs slowly start to resemble more of a tree trunk than anything. Your once pronounced ribcage gradually gets covered with a small layer of softness. Your tummy starts pushing over the hem of your underwear a little bit.

One day though, you find an old pair of pants that you used to wear all the time while in the closet. A simple pair of ripped black jeans from the men's section that you convinced your parents to buy. They were slightly oversized and still had chains hooked to them from your emo phase.

It's been so long since you wore them, and you always loved them, so why not wear them again, for old times sake?

You start putting them on, but something is not right.

They're not oversized anymore.

In fact, you're having trouble even getting them over your ass.

You struggle to button them, the softness of your belly getting in the way. You suck in as much as you can and they finally button. You breathe out, relieved that it's finally over, and look in the mirror.

To your surprise, you see a completely different person than you expected. Your mind works overtime as it tries to explain how can this be you, after all, you know what you always looked like in those jeans. It's the first time you REALLY take a good look at yourself in over a year and that's when it finally hits you.

The hem of the pants that were once loose on you is now covered by your muffin top. Your thighs no longer have a gap between them, in fact, they're rubbing together, and spill out of the ripped parts like a dough. You turn around and see your ass. It's so much bigger than you expected, barely contained by the fabric. You lift up your arms and can't believe your eyes when you see them jiggle a bit. And the final cherry on top - you look at your face and for the first time see the small developing double chin underneath your beard.

Taking it all in, your hands start to wonder. You squeeze and grab all the pudgy parts of your body that you were previously unaware of. Your wide hips, thick thighs, soft chest, jiggling arms, and most importantly, your belly.

It's all too much. Your head starts to spin and you feel light headed. You sit down on your bed to prevent falling, but when you do, you feel the pants dig even more into your tummy. You fall forward in slight pain, but when you do, the pain and tightness suddenly disappears. Looking at the ground, you quickly figure out why. A button falls at your feet and you feel your belly ever so slightly resting in your lap

Maybe it's time to update your wardrobe, don't you think?

Heehee delivery boy go BWOOMPH I was inspired to draw chonk Amari so here yall go XP

Amari's the kind of guy to eat absentmindedly while he does other things, and doesn't realize he's finished until he reaches for more and comes up empty handed

Sometimes he forgets he's already eaten because he's been so busy handling food he can't remember what he ate vs what he had been delivering So he gets more than he needs

And being a delivery driver means he sits around in his car most of the day soooo… yknow.. Those gains just kinda crept up on him-

He's not much of a fan FAVSIGKJDS (also I decided to color him in for ref purposes so here he issss!)

(The timeskip in question referring to him in the "Dirty Bulk" comic-)

The other legends are trying not to bring it up, but fuses beer gut is getting out of hand

If you’re into the eroticism of violence I would highly recommend the first Vamp vs. Raiden fight from Metal Gear Solid 4.

Pants and shirt problems.

OK, HEAR ME OUT THO! I promise it goes the WG rout!

(T/W for mentions of WL)

A character who normally eats all the time and loves food doesn’t want to admit they’ve l*st weight but they clearly have.

Their partner worries because this isn’t like them at all and one day the character finally admits they have, in fact, lost too much.

BUT!

Then, their partner’s all like, “Just relax and I’ll care of your problem” and caries them to their bed or couch and just stuffs them with food till they’re even bigger than before!

And the whole time they’re being kinky about it like,

“Good boys finish their food”

“Make me!”

*Breaks out the funnel*

Idk it just gets me every time!

I love fat so much, it’s unbelievable. I love fat on me, I love fat on others. I love being talked into getting fat. I love talking others into getting fat. I love intentional wg, unintentional wg, tight clothes, stretch marks, hanging bellies, muffin tops, and just about everything else that comes with obesity.

Funny how there something so much hotter about wearing underwear thats hidden by your fat gut and thighs than not wearing underwear at all?

And tight clothes? No baby, let me fuck you in that tight button up. Your pants will rip soon enough, just keep eating for me. 😌💕

whoopsie, Dri/ft’s eaten a liiittle too much… ;)

(also finally got Tumblr on my ipad, I can finally post good quality digital drawings)

Here’s a doodle and a little wg fic! Bc. Like I’m a fiend, what can I say? (Warning not really proofread, cannot guarantee quality) also ignore his face, i was way more focused on that 🍑

Includes: unintentional wg, button popping

Nag.ito looked down at his absolutely ruined uniform and sighed. He was relieved at the least that he was already home. He’d be mortified if he had subjected a single Ultimate to a sight like that.

Ma.tsuda had warned him of the various symptoms of his dementia. Some symptoms he’d mostly brushed off, like ‘compulsive overeating’. Another mistake of his, as is par for the course. He knew full well that his appetite had changed lately, and yet it still hadn’t clicked in his mind. He hadn’t thought it was -that- much. However, the popped buttons of his blazer and pants proved that he was wrong.

He had just been eating lunch on a bench outside when his luck struck. He was chugging his first Dr. Hopper, the second sitting right beside him, and right as he finished it, his blazer button flew off. It was embarrassing for sure, but it would’ve been fine if it had ended there honestly. Instead, the button ricocheted off of an adjacent bench and pierced the second can next to him. To avoid getting covered in the soda spraying out of the punctured can, he quickly stood up. But apparently, standing up so fast was also the limit for his pants, as his other button went soaring. The icing on the cake was when that button bounced off of -something- and smacked him right in the forehead.

Of course, he’d had the good luck of not being seen when he left to go home to balance out some of the bad luck, but he still felt ashamed. To think, he’d let himself go -so- far that he’s destroyed a uniform he didn’t even deserve in the first place! Now he’ll have to ask for a replacement, further wasting their resources on scum like him.

Sighing again, Nag.ito took off the blazer with a bit of effort. He hadn’t noticed before how tight the sleeves had gotten until now as he tried desperately to free his arms. But he was thankful that at the least, the sweater he was wearing beneath it was stretchy enough that taking it off was a simple process. He began trying to get his slacks off but quickly realized that this endeavor was much harder than the blazer. He had to suck his stomach in just to be able to grab the waistband and then had to shimmy his legs back and forth to get it to budge at all. Bending down to pull them down further, he began panting. It was quite pathetic that he was already getting out of breathe just taking his pants off, but typical for him. He eventually had to lay down on his bed to wrestle them past his thighs and off completely. After that intense struggle, he remained laying on the bed for a moment.

When Nag.ito regained his breath, he got up and went to his bathroom. He stood in front of the full body mirror and looked at himself -actually- for the first time in probably years.

What he saw was a far cry from his emaciated ghoulish-looking younger self. Instead, he looked more like an overstuffed sausage, really. His arms were soft and thick with a slight dimple forming above his elbow. His chest was also soft and two fatty mounds had accumulated over his pecks. His once striking collarbones were significantly less sharp and pronounced. Even his pointed jawline and hollowed cheeks were transformed. He now sported big round cheeks and a slight double chin when he moved his face in different angles. Moving his gaze down further he saw the area that had changed the most. For most of his life, he’s been able to count each one of his ribs because of how thin he was. But now, not a single one was in sight. In fact, his once flat stomach now hung over his waistband and covered part of his pelvic area. His straight hips had become curvy, with sizable love handles that he unconsciously began to grab. Those curves sloped inwards a little to meet his now thick thighs. Arguably one of the places that the fat had gone to most. His thighs pressed together when he stood in a straight neutral pose. He had to spread them out a few inches before they no longer touched one another. Following the line of his legs, he turned slightly to look at his ass. He’d never really had one before, at least when he’d been nothing more than a skeleton. But much like his thighs, it was covered in doughy flesh that seemed to hide any semblance of his bone structure underneath.

He was… fat.

He had never seen himself look like this before. It was bewildering and a bit exciting. Nagito was surprised that he had somehow not noticed all of this weight gain … but he’s never been the vane type. Nor the type to look in mirrors.

What was even -more- surprising is that he definitely didn’t mind the weight. It was certainly an improvement to his starving rail-thin body. He no longer looked like he was just a few steps from keeling over. If anything, most people would berate him for not walking more at this point. Not that he has any intention of doing so; exercise has never interested him and even with the newly acquired bigger body- he refuses to do it.

Which probably means, unless he cuts down on eating as much, he’s likely going to keep getting fatter. He looked back down at his stomach flopping over his waist and gave it a squeeze. It was soft and heavy in his hand. Shockingly, he’d even describe it as pleasant, despite it being his body. He couldn’t say he minded if he got bigger. It didn’t matter to him, he didn’t care enough to put effort into losing weight. Plus, it could be interesting to see how his body changes. Maybe he could even be useful to the Ultimates he had been insufficient in helping before like Hanamura-kun and Andou-san!

Fave tropes: wg as recovery/character finally getting to be safe and happy, jocks getting fat after an injury or after retiring from their sport, accidental/unintentional wg that character ends up embracing!

Jocks who humorously compare how out of shape they are today vs what they were like before they put on all the weight in sort of a "haha" but showy/proud way. Oh Neptune.

I really like unintentional wg. Like it can really cute and maybe a bit healing-especially during the holidays. Like after the stress of work and school, someone can finally relax with their family and eat. Food is healing. And then they find that everything is a bit snugger or their belly juts out more, or it gets a bit harder to button up their regular work pants after the holiday.

yes !! eating as healing is the best. nourishing your soul and your body through good food and finally letting yourself rest and recover 💖💖 a lil tummy as a result of happiness and acceptance and self love is the best kind of tummy!!!

basic info post!!

💕20y/o from south carolina

💕she/her bi trans girl, hrt for 4 years :D

💕300+ lbs (80+ in a year)

💕never deliberately gained until recently, just addicted to food, tentatively getting fat on purpose

💕love animals, dnd/rpgs, animal crossing and baking!

💕dms open and asks very much encouraged!! im all ears

minors, terfs, swerfs, homophobes, fatphobic people and assorted bigots dni

into: soft/hard feedism, unintentional weight gain, teasing, praise/worship, wg denial, contrast, minor slob, out of shape, secret feeding, loss of mobility

sometimes: death feederism, health deterioration

not into: mutual gain, instant gain, feet, inflation, vore

Okay but unintentional or intentionally misleading advice for weightloss is VERY good for wg stuff...

Giving you purposefully awful advice so you end up just as big a blob as they are

Or

Convincing you that what they're doing is healthy and that every grease covered meal or mountain of dessert is actually a proper diet. Obese wheezing fatties drenched in sweat at the gym hardly doing anything but being deluded into thinking their star athletes...