#flabby to chunky

[bitchtits1]

Swimmer lets himself go

Declan was a semi-pro swimmer who competed for his college's team when he was just 19. His coach made him keep a very slim figure, but despite never admitting to it he always knew he wanted more. This picture was taken in February of 2019, when the swimming season was coming to a close and he was already excited for his annual offseason bulk, although he always kept it clean and cut back before the beginning of the next season. This offseason was different though - he couldn't hold himself back from fast food and became less motivated to cut back, and his physique when the season started again in September showed that.

He was softer and he knew it, but he thought if he sucked it in the whole time no one would be able to tell. He'd obviously forgotten at times, though, given his teammates and opponents kept pinching and poking his new flab. He found it weird, though, because despite the fact he knew he should feel embarrassed and motivate him to loose weight, it just made him lust for it more.

Over this time he bought new, less revealing swimwear as not only were his speedos getting small for him but any new ones he bought ran the risk of sliding straight off his round ass at any minute. Despite this, the new jammers he bought would only last him a couple weeks at best before ripping when he got them on in the changing room. It was at this point that his coach took genuine concern for his eating habits as his results were reflecting his weight gain, to which he promised he'd start eating better, not meaning a word of it.

He returned from the Christmas break not having stuck to the promise he made his coach, yet again with another pair of jammers. At this point whenever any of his teammates saw him they'd always grab a chunk of his flabby stomach or tits, and he'd need to run to the bathroom to rub one out whenever they did. That January coach finally pulled him from the team, stating that his round body was holding back the rest of the team's scores. He was disappointed at this but knew it was coming as he couldn't even finish a race without getting out of breath...

#exjock #fat #gay #hunky to chunky #men getting fat #first pounds #beginner belly #flabby #ex jock #gaining #dirty bulk #bulking #let himself go

[softgurlfriend]

my gain!

#weight gain #chubbi belli #chubby #chunky #getting softer #weight gain girl #flabby #chubby belly girls #soft feedism #getting bigger

[iatetoomuch93]

Holy crap these AI bot chats are a lot of fun to role play with. Below is a Screen record of one of the chats I started in the Jarvis AI app. Hopefully y’all like it as much as I did.

#male feedism #gaining fat #fatboy #malegainer #chunky #flabby #gained weight #fat belly #fat #gaining weight on purpose #roleplay #ai #gainer fiction

[hugebellyfan]

arm flab 😅

#belly expansion #big belies #fat belly #fat piggy #fatty #looking for a feeder #chub #bhm weight gain #bhm wg #bhm fat #flabby #overhang #chunky #pudgy

[chublubtub2]

Who knew abs were so squishy and grab-able!

#chubby guy #chubby #belly pics #getting out of shape #out of shape #dad bod #fat belly #chunky #flabby #pudgy tummy #soft tummy #pudgy belly

[light-driftwood-metallic]

Does anyone know the source of this photo? Or if it's part of a larger set? Any info would be very much appreciated.

#Gloves #Flabby in a Hot Way #Beautiful Eyes #Personal Favorite #Mystery Girl #Black Opera Gloves #Mystery Girl 1 #Favorites From Olde Tyme Tumblr #Big Chunky Gloves

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hear me out I am very high from a edible rn but HEAR ME OUT DUDE

so we all know Chris Evans and his absolute slutty build like cmon he literally was nicknamed the human dorito bc slutty waist

Anyways thinking about that one promo pic of Chris in the cap suit with his back turned to the camera and his ass is just perfect ANYWAYS FR THIS TIME

Thinking about stucky but not like dating but Bucky being obsessed with Steve’s absolutely slutty figure and once the two get close to being fully retired Steve gets bigger as he slowly grows accustomed to taking it easy for once. but not exactly just fatter everything is the same but somehow softer and bigger. His thighs spread out more when he sits his chest is massive not quite defined pecs but far from being flabby moobs they’re just huge, his abs are long gone but he doesn’t have a round gut (Atleast when he’s empty) and the best part that makes bucky go crazy is his love handles , ass, and thighs, all perfectly packed together in one big package that makes Bucky lose his shit. Steves ass has nearly doubled but it’s still a perfect bubble butt, and his thighs have filled out enough to close any gap that might’ve occurred even when he has a wide stance. (Think those really chunky frat boys that manspread and their thighs are still somehow touching) BUT Steve’s suit and most of his wardrobe hasn’t changed so his clothes just accentuate his assets. His thighs and ass taking up most of the room in his pants and they perfectly leave Steve’s bulge completely on display almost like a gift from god to Bucky. Anyways I’m sure if you did add to this you’d be able to express that better than I could! And if you don’t THATS ALSO COOL (pls by no means feel like you have to answer this right away )

THIS HAS VIBES 🤤🤤

You know what kind of vibes? Exhibitionist Captain America vibes from this post by iwritetheweirdstuff

And I assume you're talking about this photo, which I nabbed from forchrisevans

Okay, shit...

Now you just have me thinking about chunky but still super fucking muscular Steve. I’m going off the rails over here, biting and clawing at my enclosure. I don’t think this rambling is actually totally related to your original idea, so just know I love your original idea!

But this reaoly gets me because Steve would be such a fucking classic MAN. Yanno? Big and heavy and robust. He looks like he could take Bucky in his big, beefy arms and rip him apart. He’s healthy. Hefty. Rippling muscles hidden under this layer of pudge.

Yum.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead. Warning for weight gain, muscle chub talk, tight clothes, Bucky being a little creepy by drooling over Steve before they're an item, etc.

Before gaining weight and when he was wearing the title of Captain American so tightly that it was suffocating him to the point that he was unforgiving of himself, never good enough as Steve Rogers, Steve was like a Thoroughbred. A racehorse, smooth and lean, with a single objective. Win. But now that he’s looser with the title and deciding what he wants for himself, more often calling himself a nomad than going by Cap… now he’s gruff, ignoring the rules (ignoring them even more than he did before, which is saying something for a troublemaker like him), and he’s like a Clydesdale. He’s a tank.

A fucking beast.

When he’s running, you get out of the fucking way because of all the mass behind that force. If you let him collide with you at full speed, full force… it ain’t pretty. His feet pound the ground. Jesus wept. These days his chest, belly, and ass shake when he runs, even when his big, big body is wrapped tightly in all that deep, navy-blue Kevlar. The sight just destroys Bucky.

Bucky can’t fucking fight next to him anymore when they’re called in for Avenging every now and again, half-retired as they are. It was bad enough when Steve was that Thoroughbred, rippling lean muscle and a shiny, bright blond head of short hair. Always distracting Bucky. But now it’s worse because Steve is a Clydesdale with this heft to him and his dirty blond hair and dark, thick beard. He’s even letting his body hair grow in, and it’s all Bucky can do to not faint, landing face-first into the deepening cleavage between his robust pecs, inhaling the musk of him. Every time Steve grunts with the effort of punching or kicking or tearing some offending villain to pieces, Bucky swears he feels faint. He has this completely involuntary feral reaction to the burly man he’s become. Hunky. Stocky. Ripped. Hefty. Whatever fucking word there is for the built he’s got going… it makes Bucky’s mouth water.

Of course, Steve’s still only two inches taller - 6’2” to Bucky’s 6’0” - but suddenly he feels a whole foot taller, and he feels twice as wide as Bucky. Those broad shoulders are only made wider, reinforced by the extra protein he’s eating, thickening his muscles and adding soft pudge; his pecs are still high and tight but even more… they’re swollen almost, added to by an irresistible layer of fat that Bucky has the primal urge to bite; the abs he had once upon a time, defined enough to use as a washboard have softened, especially after a hearty meal like a good lumberjack’s breakfast or a caveman’s dinner, just, these big plates with plenty of meat piled onto them, which turn his stomach into this drool-worthy curve, a little belly that sticks around until he somehow manages to digest it all; that fucking ass made even rounder and more shapely to the point that his pants all strain across it, his sweats especially, nearly splitting down the middle whenever he gets out of his comfy recliner; his thighs, oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, they’re ripe, rubbing together and trying to bust outta his jeans, his sweats, even his Captain America uniform.

Bucky has it bad.

If he weren’t so focused on trying to not let his animal out, growling and just fucking tackling Steve to the floor, he would feel terrible for how much he’s sexualizing his best pal. It seems no matter what he’s doing, Bucky’s caveman brain is thinking about how to best peel him out of his too-small clothes. Too tight when he was lean with rippling muscles, barely any body fat on him, and especially too fucking tight now when he has this delicious extra give to him. He looks like a size two sausage stuffed into a size one casing. Bucky curses his wardrobe at the same time that he would fall to his knees and thank it with his hands pressed together, praying to it. He wants to be there for the day that Steve busts out of it after a heavy, hearty, indulgent dinner.

‘Cause, listen, Bucky’s spank bank is just overflowing these days:

When the most recent battle is done and Steve bends over to pick up a fucking massive slab of concrete, he unintentionally gives Bucky a front-row seat to his thick ass. His curves barely fit in his uniform these days. Honestly, Bucky doesn’t know how he puts that godforsaken, tight-as-hell uniform on by himself anyway. And he doesn’t want to think about it. Not in public! The only way he can imagine it happening is with Steve naked save for a jock strap, alone in his room. First, he steps into the legs, then he works it up his calves, getting it to his thighs where it gets stuck. He’s outgrowing it. It’s a tight fit, but he still fits for now. At least, he fits when he shimmies and wiggles into it. Better than a damn stripper. Moving his body in this unintentionally, totally sexy way. Wiggling. Pulling. Squirming. Even jumping while he’s at it, pulling hard at the thick Kevlar, his biceps bulging - they’re bigger than Bucky’s fucking head now - grunting as he holds his breath, sucking in. Sucking in! His chest expanding without his pudgy, starter belly going anywhere, stubborn and jiggly.

Whenever he bends over, he gives Bucky a show, really. It doesn’t matter where they are...

When he’s bent over looking at the leaky pipe under their kitchen sink, his waist filling more of the open cabinet than it once would have. While he’s down there, his shirt rolls up over his soft little hips, the new weight just beginning to accumulate there. The start of what could be real love handles someday.

When he’s looking through the bottom drawer of the fridge, doing a head count before they head out for groceries. He’s not dressed yet, though, so he doesn’t have a belt to hold his pants up and his sweats slide down the shelf of his ass, displaying just enough of his asscrack for Bucky to feel starved, meaning he’s extra grumpy at having to wander around an overcrowded store. Shoulder to shoulder with strangers. Hungry and horny.

When he’s drawing on the couch and he accidentally lets a pencil fall onto the floor, so he has to get up, but, oops, it looks like it must’ve rolled under the couch so he gets even lower. Onto his knees and forearms. Searching blindly for the pencil… blind to Bucky’s eyes, perving out on how his thighs touch from the back now, his legs getting just as thick as his ass is. And it’s thick.

When he’s doing stretches on their balcony in the morning, breathing in the fresh air, doing some cat-cows, and inadvertently displaying his new belly that’s still rumbling through last night’s dessert. A classic, couple 'a slices of pie and ice cream. Too much pie and ice cream judging by how distended his belly looks.

When they’re getting some of their energy out now that they’re not constantly going out and avenging, half-retired, by sparing with each other in the gym. Sparing, kind of wrestling, too. They’re not trying to be tactical about it, they’re just having fun, being big kids, reminiscent of the days when they’d pull the mattress off the bed and start to play fighting on the floor. But they aren’t kids and Steve isn’t so much smaller than him, so Bucky doesn’t have to focus on finding that perfect balance of holding back just enough where it doesn’t seem like he is but he’s also not at risk of pushing Steve’s frail body too far. Now they can really whale on each other. Which is fun… until it isn’t. Because Bucky is laughing and sweating and actually starting to feel tired, and then he’s pinned, and he’s choking back a moan, sweating harder. Steve is on top of him. Steve is crushing him. Steve’s big, hot chest is against his back - Bucky can feel how he’s sweating through his skintight white t-shirt, his thick pecs squishing against his shoulder blades. Steve’s delightful, chubby, little belly is slotted perfectly into the small of his back. While fighting, Bucky’s shirt has risen up, and apparently, Steve’s has done the same, despite how firmly it had been clinging to his soft middle the last time he dared to sneak a peak because now their sweaty, hot skin is pressed together. Steve’s hairy tummy is tickling him, making Bucky want to squirm. He wants to moan. It’s a good fucking thing he’s face-down with Steve on top of him. He wants more than just to squirm and moan, he wants to hump the floor like an animal because with Steve’s tits pressed to his back and his belly squished to his back, it aligns his crotch right up against his ass. Bucky can feel Steve’s dick on his ass through the thin layers of their sweatpants and underwear. He can feel how heavy it is. And he’s thinking about how Steve’s dick probably blushes a dusky pink and gets wet at the time and how it probably curves a little and gets so thick when he’s hard and… this is where Bucky dies because Steve readjusts himself, making it worse by spreading his killer thighs to either side of Bucky’s legs, practically grinding into him, trapping him between his watermelon-crushing thighs. “Had enough?” Steve teases him with a shit-eating grin. God. Only if the fucker knew.

When Natasha adopts a new, abandoned kitten that she’s named Liho and they go over to play with him at Tasha’s apartment and Steve decides to grin like he does, always breath-taking, his smile the sweetest, most affectionate thing as he lifts Liho up above his head like Simba in the Lion King (yes, they’ve caught up on that modern pop culture reference, thank you very much). Bucky nearly goes cross-eyed, staring at his pecs. His t-shirt clings to his round, heavy tits. With his arms up, it forces his pecs to move up, too. High and plump. Bucky can see every detail of them, he can see every breath he takes, making them heave, and he’s almost able to pick out the tiniest creaking groan of the seams of his shirt screaming under all that pressure. Tasha doesn’t bat an eye, at the treatment Steve is giving her new companion, she just squeezes past Steve in her kitchen (is the apartment that small, or is Steve that big?), flicking one of his hard nipples. The points of them are obvious through the straining, thin fabric. She refills her mug with coffee but she doesn’t take a sip until she reminds Steve that if he wants to see how much more comfortable running can be, he only has to say the word and she’ll show him the magic of sports bras. Everyone can see that he needs it, and he might as well embrace it. They can even get matching ones if he wants. Her smile is razor-sharp, teasing. Bucky nearly chokes on his tongue, imagining the heavy mounds of his tits hoised up higher, giving him even more cleavage than he normally sports. Guh. Bucky wouldn’t survive.

When later during that same day, Steve decides he’s going to lie down on Natasha’s couch as they watch a movie - some Russian production that Tasha’s been telling Bucky about forever (he’s hardly paying attention and it’s Steve’s fault that he’s going to have to watch this again, on his own, during one of his sleepless nights when he can pay attention to it) - and Liho decides that Steve’s his favorite. So, he wanders back over to curl up on his soft chest and belly and starts fucking kneading his plush chest and belly like it’s the comfiest, fluffiest pillow ever. It probably fucking is! And Bucky can’t blame the kitten for purring so loudly - despite Steve’s and Tasha’s amusement at it - Bucky would be no better. He spends the rest of the evening biting the inside of his cheek and trying to banish all the mental images of his own hands kneading and squishing and groping those tits until Steve’s blushing, his mouth open, eyes heavily lidded, sweat beading at his hairline, begging Bucky to move on and touch him somewhere else, anywhere else! His nipples swollen and so hard. Irrestable. Bucky would indulge him… sort of. He would move on. But he’d have to give the same thorough attention to his soft belly, his growing hips, his thick thighs, and his fat ass. His body deserves to be pleasured until he’s out of his mind.

When Steve’s loose and warm, they’re hanging out in some back-alley sports bar in Brooklyn for a game, watching the feed on TV, downing beers and greasy bar food with Sam and some other guys from the VA, and a sip goes down the wrong pipe so Steve has to pound his chest with a closed fist, ending up not coughing but belching loudly. For everyone else, the sound is covered by the rowdy cheers filling the crowded, dimly lit space. But not for Bucky. For Bucky, Steve is the only thing in focus. Steve, with his looser fit shirt disguise, blending in, his baseball cap tugged down low on his forehead, shading his eyes, his beard grown out, thick, and… Bucky can’t take it. His body. The way his belly scrunches up when he sits down, bulging out further. The way his throat moves when he chugs from a long-necked bottle. The way his pecs jiggle when he jumps up excitedly, cheering loudly, and the similar way his belly wobbles at the same time. The way he groans at the end of his beer burp, voice rough from yelling all night and soaked in hoppy, malty richness. The way his thighs spread out over his bar stool, expanding, stressing the seams of his jeans. He’s taking up so much space with his broad shoulders, excitable hand gestures as he talks, and his manspreading. Yet, it’s still not enough. His thighs fill out his tight, dark-wash denim so well that even when he’s manspreading, his thighs still touch. Bucky aches to curl up in his lap and kiss him, feeling his beard tickling his face. He wants the heat of that big, big body underneath him. He wants to feel the hot line of his erection when he grinds down into him - their stomachs pressed together, Steve’s heavy with bloating, greasy, fattening bar appetizers.

Bucky’s spank bank is over-fucking-flowing as Steve starts putting on weight and if Bucky didn’t know better, he would think Steve is doing it to him on purpose, teasing him, trying to get him to jump his bones 😏

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #weight gain #stuffing #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #chubby steve #alcohol consumption #tight clothes

[blimbo-buddy]

Warrior cats are fat - a poetic rant

Leaders can be fat - their minds honed to guide the clan, or their hearts burning to lead, or their claws to shred the enemy. They watch and assess and can be fat.

Warriors can be fat - curves and rounded bodies, thick with fresh prey and the warm sun. Their muscles lay dormant beneath, and their blows are just as keen and sharp, and they can be fat.

Medicine cats can be fat - they sort their herbs, and touch the stars, but do not hunt, save for cures and signs. Their pelts shine like the moon, their eyes ever knowing, and they can be fat.

Apprentices can be fat - kitten fluff at their flanks, chubby on their cheeks, flapping on their primordial pouches. They are eager to learn and grow and they can be fat.

Queens can be fat - weight from holding life within them, the best of prey to nourish the next generation. Rolls to snuggle their little babies, to hide the precious treasures should danger come, and they can be fat.

Kittens can be fat, waddling their first steps, their milk-filled bellies dragging the ground. Kneading fur as they fall asleep, they can be fat.

Elders can be fat - the long seasons have marked their pelts with scars and faded fur patterns, all visible as they lounge. Their well deserved pampering is here, and they can be fat.

Warrior cats can be fat. They can be lean, muscled, broad shouldered, rail thin, sleek, short, tall…

and round and chubby and curvy and flabby and chungy and chunky and oversized and FAT

-bows-

This is the kind of thing they read off at a massive church and each delivery results in people within the crowd to fall to their nears and begin sobbing their eyes out

#blimbo rambles #ask #wc

[sterekchub]

What if, alfas get moobs? That's it, that's my idea.

I'm here for it! Scott getting bitten and starting to panic that sure- he looks a lot more fit and has those supernaturally-toned abs, but suddenly he's got a solid C-cup jiggling up and down as he runs. Derek with his black shirts stretched TIGHT across a flabby chest. Doesn't hurt that with Alpha powers comes a huge boost in appetite.... And naturally when Scott asks for the solution- the only thing he's told is either get used to it...or get eating. Nothing like a solid chunky gut to even out those moobs....

[ask-fet-toy-chica]

*shoots Chica in the rear with a fast acting fattening dart, giving her chunky drumsticks too flabby to chase me.*

Huh! Guess you’re not bulletproof!

#the expandable animatronic #huge butt #butt expansion

[sugarrollart]

Fat people in pure joy

Fat person dancing when their favourite song comes on, swaying and shaking their wide hips and moving their flabby arms around, their body’s weight just creating a vibrating rhythm of its own

Fat person jumping up and down and getting winded when their fav game or movie gets a sequel

Squatting down and straining the seat of their pants to pet a cute dog or cat

When a fat person hears a really good joke and they let out the biggest laugh they can muster, a deep belly laugh that makes their whole body wobble and jiggle

Life is full of little moments of happiness, and those happy moments are even better when it’s a cute fatty living their best chunky lives 💖

[bigfatbob4you]

Fatten me up, baby...

I want to wake up to the sound of the door opening, hearing you giggle as you walk toward the bed carrying enough breakfast for half a dozen people. You look so cute, and you know I can’t resist you. “Do you expect me to eat all of that?” I ask. You smirk. “Of course, sweetie. You’re still skinny. We need to fix that. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you finish EVERY. LAST. BITE." And good to your word, you do. After a month of our weekend breakfast feasts, I'll step on the scale. "40 POUNDS IN A MONTH?" I'll exclaim. "How did that happen?" I'll ask, as if the answer is not obvious. You come up behind me, struggling to get your arms even halfway around my burgeoning belly, tracing my new stretch marks with your fingers. "Silly boy...did you think that our breakfast feasts wouldn't leave a trace? But don't you worry...this is just the beginning..." Good to your word, I maintained that gain into the next month, then the following month. Weekend breakfast became an all-day affair, the end of the week that we both looked forward to. We'd start on Friday night, then we started taking Friday half days. We moved from solid food to liquid, as you filled up my gut with all manner of delicious faty creations that you whipped up. In no time at all, I'd gone from a chunky 200 pounds to 450 pounds, and a whole new wardrobe. Nothing from my past came even close to fitting, though we'd trying things on now and again just to see how fat I'd gotten. You made sure to buy clothes a couple of sizes up -- "room to grow," you'd say with a sexy little smile. Before long, I'd crested 500 pounds, and we both took off two weeks to celebrate. Little did I know that you took off an extra week, to prepare, and boy did you ever. I'd already turned into an obese flabby glutton who was constantly snacking, but for two weeks, you kept me at the edge of stuffed, constantly topping me off, rubbing my belly, doing whatever you had to do to either make more room or convince me to eat just a bit more.

And I loved it. As much as you loved me fat and loved fattening me, I was equally enraptured. I wanted to get bigger, fatter, to add more blubbery to my belly, to make my moobs five times larger than your boobs, to get my calves, much less my thighs, to touch. I hadn't seen my feet in ages, and I didn't plan to see them every again...

When the week was over, we made a promise -- that every night, after work, I'd eat everything you put out until YOU were full. After a year, well, the results -- the results were incredible. We'd added over FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS of lard to my body. There wasn't a part of me that wasn't soft and covered in flab. To move any part of my body was to set a small earthquake of blubber in motion. As I waddled to the scale to confirm the 700 pounds plus that I now weighed, you stopped me, looking into my eyes, and kissed me, hard and deep. "Beg for more," you whispered. And just like every night, I smiled, and said the three words that are the foundation of our relationship and our love. "Make." "Me." "Fatter."

#iso ffa #iso female fat admirer #iso female feeder #male feedee #feedee goals #female feeder #make me fatter #feedee fantasy #weight gain #feedee dreams #ffa/bhm #relationship goals #belly goals #moob goals #jiggle goals #contrast goals #blubber #grow my belly #make me enormous #make me obese

[writingraven]

Describing Characters

Body Types

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- agile

- ample

- angular

- average

- awkward

- barrel-chested

- beefy

- big

- bony

- brawny

- broad

- bulbous

- bulging

- burly

- busty

- calloused

- chubby

- chunky

- coltish

- compact

- corpulent

- curvy

- dainty

- defined

- delicate

- dimpled

- distended

- droopy

- elongated

- fast

- firm

- fit

- flabby

- fleshy

- flexible

- frail

- full-figured

- gangly

- gaunt

- generous

- giant

- heavy

- hourglass

- hulking

- hunched

- husky

- lanky

- large

- lean

- limber

- lissome

- lithe

- long-legged

- muscular

- nimble

- paunchy

- petite

- plump

- plush

- pot-bellied

- puny

- rotund

- rounded

- scrawny

- sculpted

- short

- shriveled

- skeletal

- skinny

- slender

- slim

- slinky

- sluggish

- soft

- solid

- spindly

- spiny

- spry

- square

- squat

- stacked

- starved

- stiff

- stocky

- stout

- strapping

- stubby

- stunted

- sturdy

- supple

- swift

- tall

- teeny

- thick

- thin

- tiny

- toned

- trim

- underfed

- undersized

- voluptuous

- willowy

- wiry

- withered

- wobbly

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Writing Notes

- make sure you’re not being fat phobic! there are words with negative connotations in this list because they can be useful when describing unlikable characters, but make sure you know how and why you’re using them

- someone’s size affects them constantly so do not have your big character able to squeeze through a tight doorway or a short character reach the top shelf with ease or something like that; just keep size in mind throughout your writing — it’s something that has a tendency to slip through the cracks of stories

- but also size does not change personality; do not make it a main character trait — there is more to a person than their physical appearance

#writing #story ideas #writing tips #character traits #character #writing characters #characterisation #characteristics #physical description #descriptions #writing description #creative writing