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pigjolt · 8 hours
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I’m back on my shakes 💪🐷
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s0urdoughs · 2 days
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inspired by this post
it starts happening every so often: a cup of heavy cream before bed.
graeme had mentioned it helped better than milk for sleep. matty gave it a go and it worked! something about the thick, warm liquid settling in his tummy made matty’s eyes droop. each cup of the stuff made him sleep like a rock. so of course he starts asking for it more often, eventually begging graeme to add something sweeter to cream to improve the taste. a tall mug of rich and creamy hot chocolate soon becomes part of the routine. he’s learned if he can drink it fast enough he can feel the warm cream slosh around in his stomach while he settles into bed. it’s been a few weeks now and all it takes is three big gulps to finish it off.
one night after downing his nightly cocoa, matty asks,
“hey babe? do you think these pants are getting tighter?”
graeme looks down. the elastic band of matty’s plaid pajama bottoms digs into his waist, leaving a small muffin top and pair of love handles.
“why do you say that?” graeme asks as if he wasn’t the one with his hands all over that growing, cream-filled belly every night.
“i dunno…i just feel like this—” matty lightly jumps in place, gesturing toward the jiggly layer of fat around his waist. “—wasn’t here a month ago.”
a tinge of pink spreads across graemes cheeks. “nah.” he smirks. “they must have shrunk in the wash or something.”
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420faggyactivities69 · 3 months
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I have always been into feedism. The big, soft, jiggling tummies just always did it for me and after gaining weight on accident I decided fuck it, why not join in on the fun.
After all, I have a lot of self control, I can always just stop and loose the weight if I don't like it...
So I stuffed myself for the first time. And the second time. And the third time. And soon enough eating because I'm bored became the standard. I didn't notice it at first but slowly I was blowing up.
My clothes started to fit more snuggly than they used to, my thighs started touching, stretch marks appeared on my hips, what was once a flat tummy now had a considerable softness to it.
It made me horny beyond belief. Days off were spent doing nothing but stuffing myself silly and masturbating. On all fours, a pillow under me and between my legs, and the image of my body fattening up stuck in my head.
One day, I was doing just that. I layer there, on my knees, fat ass sticking out, playing with myself after a big stuffing. I came harder than ever before, the waves of pleasure making me curl into myself. And that's when I felt it. My belly slapping the top of my thighs for the very first time.
After riding out the orgasm I stood up to looked in the mirror and saw it - my, still bloated, belly had an ever so slight line where it was pushing out from my body. I sat back down onto my bed and finally noticed that my belly was actually starting to sit in my lap.
I felt so proud I celebrated with stuffing myself even more. After that day it became really hard to restrain myself around food. I ate anything and everything that came in my general vicinity. I'd eat a meal big enough to feed an entire family while fondling my growing belly and I'd still get a snack afterwards.
I was on cloud nine, my body was plumping up so quickly, I could actually feel the fat cells multiplying after every meal. I couldn't get my hands to stop rubbing my softening belly at every chance I got, I couldn't stop putting on old clothes that used to be oversized only to watch the buttons on them pop off, I could stop GAINING.
One day I was trying to actually cook for once and my back started aching. I felt the sack of lard pulling on my back muscles and my legs vere hurting from standing up for so long. Heaving and plopping my belly onto the counter to rest my back I told myself
"okay, maybe I got a little too fat. I had my fun but now I should really loose some of the weight. I mean, it won't long, after all, I have a lot of self control..."
So I finished cooking the meal, or something that was originally meant as just one meal, and took only about a third, thinking that I'm just gonna finish the rest some other day. I also promised myself that I'm starting working out tomorrow.
Of course, that didn't last very long. After finishing the meal my belly felt completely empty and within half an hour I went back to eat the rest. Needless to say the working out routine I planned got forgotten as well.
So I just kept my old habits up and denied even weighing that much. I mean, the scale must be broken, I'm not ACTUALLY that fat, and again, I have a lot of self control, if I REALLY wanted to, I can just work this extra weight right off. And so I kept gaining. And kept gaining.
And kept gaining.
And kept gaining...
Until my entire body jiggled with the slightest of movement. My enormous belly hanged halfway to my knees, a heavy sack made entirely out of pure fat. Big, shapeless, cellulite ridden thighs always touched, and the friction of them chafing against each other made it harder to walk. My head now always rested on a big double chin that wobbled every time my hand with sausage like fingers bought something up to my mouth.
I was in deep, and I knew I really needed to start to take it seriously. Attempt after attempt was made to loose the excess weight, but it always bought even more lard on my body. I couldn't stop shoving food down my throat, no matter how much I tried. I became unrecognizable to the people who knew me and loved ones started to get concerned about me.
But of course, I was too proud to admit that I got too fat actually couldn't help myself. In my mind, I was still in the "slightly chubby" phase.
And even I DID get too fat, I have a lot of self control, I can always just stop and loose the weight, right?
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chuubykate24 · 3 months
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it's just a bit of bloating😅
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gothicglutton · 3 months
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a list of things that have recently happened which are forcing me out of denial
my favourite shorts, which used to be too big, barely fit my thighs
I can no longer sit comfortably in chairs with arm rests due to how much my thighs spill
not a single pair of my jeans from last year fits, none of them
I'm so easily out of breath now
the fact my belly jiggles constantly
I'm literally always fucking hungry
on the topic of hunger, I pretty much only crave unhealthy food now
I have gone up 2 cup sizes
and last but not least, I'm so obese I've started to waddle a bit
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teddy-bear-lover · 9 months
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It started off slowly. Just a little extra here and there. A few snacks after work, a little extra added to your plate at meal times, the odd drink in the evenings. You didn't even notice that little extra padding finding its way onto your body. You just kept adding more little helpings of food into your daily routine until it became normal to eat thst much. Your jeans started to feel a little tighter, but you brushed it off. They were getting old anyway, the material had probably just been washed too many times and was losing its stretch.
You let me bring you treats and snacks for when you finished work. You learnt to head straight to the couch and let me bring you a variety of treats for you. You would spend your day excited for what snacks I would give you each that evening. You enjoyed being looked after, knowing I would pamper you with these little indulgences. Eventually, you started to crack throughout the day, too. You could only go so long at work thinking about whether I would bring you cookies or cakes or milkshakes home for you that evening before you made yourself hungry. Suddenly, you'd find yourself in front of the vending machine, or at the nearest cafe face to face with a plethora of pastries.
More and more of your day would be spent thinking about food. You'd start to eat more for lunch, choosing to go out and buy yourself something rather than bringing your own food like before. You liked the freedom to be able to go out and choose a fresh sub or pizza or burgers at lunch. And your orders only started to grow with the rest of your body.
Even when you ripped your jeans you didn't notice any changes about yourself. The material had already lost its stretch from age, it's no surprise it wore so thin that it broke. You didn't realise that they were actually just struggling to hold in your growing form.
It was only when you went to the store to replace them that it finally hit. When you tried to pull on a pair of jeans and realised that your regular size wouldn't make their way past your thick thighs. And when the next size up wouldn't button. When you finally found a pair that would fit you, you took a moment to really look at yourself. To look at the soft jiggly layer of fat you'd added to your body. To see your thickened thighs and your wide hips and that soft belly starting to hang down over your waistband. That's when you finally noticed the effect of all of those treats.
You came home and I gave you a box of doughnuts straight away. You looked at them, and then back at me then said
I think I've put on a bit of weight....
Before taking the box and eating every single doughnut.
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oodlezsinbin · 10 months
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I'm a frequent denial enjoyer. Just like Pax.
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dankeyes · 1 year
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Been a while since i stuffed my gut in my car 😏
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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 🙈
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plushempress · 5 months
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what do you -mean- by saying I’m “supposed to be able to see my feet”? are you implying I can’t? that I haven’t for a while?
jeez. next you’ll say I can’t do a sit-up, either. how would you know? i’m absolutely fit and slim, can’t you tell?
god.
the nerve.
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pigjolt · 1 month
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My Daddy (@/TheRookBear on X) fed me a dozen fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts over the weekend. Am I taking this doughnut kick a little too far? 😅😮‍💨
Full 8:35 video on Patreon
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fat-house-cat-vibes · 3 months
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What do yall think? Am I getting fat?🤔 I swear I'm still just a lil chubby..right?
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need-mass · 1 year
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what?? I knew I put on a few pounds but this shirt fit the last time I wore it??
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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I've just been lately thinking about getting stuffed silly by a friend
Imagine you're just sleeping over at your friends house
He loves to cook and makes a ton of your favorite food
After you stuff yourself there's still so much food left
And said friend grew up with the "no leaving the table until everything is gone" mentality
So even though your pants are already digging into you he fills you plate again
And again
And again
At one point you start to protest, stuffed to the brim, feeling like you're about to explode
But instead of letting you go he'd just sit on your lap and force feed you every last bite
This would repeat every time you come over
Him stuffing you beyond full
And it wouldn't be long before you start noticing some changes
They'd be subtle at first
Your high waisted pants digging into you a little more than you remember
A shirt getting a little snug around your middle
Nothing to be too concerned about
But as time goes on the changes would get much more noticeable
In a few months you'd stand in front of the mirror and see a slight ring of fat under your chin
You'd lift up your oversized shirt and for the first time you'd really notice just how big your muffin top got
Your once slender thighs now a gapless, thick tree trunks
But at that point it would be too late
Your friend would continue feeding you at every chance he'd get
And your belly would continue to grow and rise like a dough
Until one day, after a particularly big stuffing
You'd try to sit down on the couch
The hem of your once loose pants lost under the hang of your belly, squeezing it so much it hurts
And once your plush ass would finally touch the couch
The button would just fly right off
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chuubykate24 · 15 days
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paint me like one of your french girls ✨
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botanical-feedress · 1 year
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Thinking about weight gain denial, I wanna be someone’s enabler 🤤😈
“Oh your shirt doesn’t quite cover your belly anymore? It must’ve shrunk in the wash. I think it’s still fine to wear out tonight though, we’ll miss our dinner reservation if you spend time changing!”
“I can’t believe your pants button flew off like that while we were out at brunch! Must’ve been some shoddy stitching. I’ll get you another pair sometime, you just wear your stretchy sweatpants in the meantime.”
“Your jacket won’t zip closed anymore? Oh I’m sure you must still be bloated from the big dinner and dessert I made you last night. I wouldn’t worry about it darling. Not much need for you to go out anymore anyway.” ❤️
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teddy-bear-lover · 11 months
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What was that sweetheart? Your shirt is feeling tight? Oh no, I must have put in in the dryer! You know how much it tends to shrink clothes, that must be what happened! All of them are feeling tight? Oh I'm sorry darling, I must have put the whole load in!
And the button from your pants came off? The stitching is always bad from that store! And your belt isn't doing up? Well, I guess you can just go without, right?
It's okay, you just find something else to wear, something nice and comfy, I can buy you some new clothes. For now, I made you your favourite breakfast. You enjoy that and I'll head to the store.
I can grab some snacks on the way back, I'll pass by that bakery you like! I can buy you a box of doughnuts as a sorry for messing up your clothes...
And maybe I can grab some lunch for you too. I'm not sure how long I'll be out, you know how long I can take in a clothes store! You'll probably be hungry by the time I'm back....
What's that sweetheart? You think you might be gaining some weight? Well baby you look perfect to me! I think you should just keep enjoying your breakfast....you finished it already? I'll have to make more for you next time, I forget how hungry you are in the mornings.
Here, I'll make some pancakes quickly before I leave. I'll fix your clothing situation, you just keep on looking after that beautiful body of yours....
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