hammergirl

It’s 2041. You have issues with the Nutritional Task Force (NTF). They monitor your intake sensors…only 2500 calories a day? You were famished! You’re on house arrest. At least until you finish The Box (a crate with 100,000 calories worth of junk food) by the end of the week.

Making out with your angel girlfriend, and she starts salivating some special milk. A lot of milk. And she holds you tight, to where you can't move. And you can't help but swallow. And swallow. And see little devil horns poke out of her head. And see yourself, softening.

sleeping on a fat tummy, listening to it struggling to digest the thousands of calories you fed it as you fall asleep... 💭💭

You are but skin and bones. Tsk tsk. [forcefeeds you a muffin] This just won't do...you are hurting yourself. [forcefeeds you a brownie] Why do you do this to yourself? [makes you chug a glass of milk] No time for questions. You're safe now. [feeds you another brownie]

Relatively free this weekend (and for the better part of the next week). I am open to exchange art with anyone! I can write you a short story or a script of weight gain encouragement/general praise (maybe even record an audio) for any need. In return, doodle my kitty??

Every morning you find a bag of snacks and goodies from the gas station by your front door. A note reading 'Eat.' You ignored it once, and then found your car keys missing the next day. Conceding, you gave in. And the bags grew larger each day. At least you have the keys now.

Happy 1st Fattiversary to my fat smut posts!

Midas Touch, but instead of turning things into gold, it adds 50 pounds to them

Royal maid that cares a bit too much about your nutrition. Always asking if you've eaten. If you haven't had a "full meal". Gets sad when she hears your tummy rumble. Don't make her sad :( Always insists that "the King orders you to taste my stew". She also may be a witch.

ate 13 tenders from cane's AND had mcdonalds w a bigass dirty coke... rub my belly, somebody, now!!!

I can safely say feeds you 10 pumpkin pies and rubs your tummy

Neighbor who has an obsession with Thanksgiving, pretending like it's Thanksgiving every day. He was big and strong, even with a pot belly. You move in to the neighborhood, and he welcomes you to have dinner with him. And again. And again. And soon your lap is covered.

Friend who invited you to visit their apartment. Friend who asks about the search history they found. Friend who shakes their head, friend who is okay with you. Friend who lets you cuddle up to them like a pet. Friend who slowly shifts their speech into their mother tongue...

Groping you by the belly button. Wobble wobble. You're my bowling ball <3

I'd make a "feeds you 10 pumpkin pies and rubs your tummy" post, but it is so damn hot

Your jock athlete partner who slips you a few too many protein bars. Your jock athlete partner who rubs your belly and kisses it softly as a post-workout ritual. Your jock athlete partner who gets stronger to always be able to bench your weight, no matter what you weigh.