#magic weight gain

[gainingguys]

This guy went from the face of a global dating platform to a grumpy cop in only two years. It all started when he discovered those „magic donuts“ a friend recommended. 🍩

#magic weight gain #instant weight gain #feeder fantasy #gainer story #fit2fat #chubby guys #fattened up

[softartemisart]

temple to a god of hedonism that gradually changes those inside to best live lives of pleasure and feasting

if you visit once, and stay for only a few minutes, you might get out with only a little extra softness on your frame, easy enough to work off. if you stay for much longer, well...

theres a growing hunger in your stomach, despite not eating that long ago. but it's a temple to a god of parties and feasting - there's plenty of food available. the dishes only seem to grow more aromatic the longer you stand near them and, when you cave and try a mouthful, it's unbelievably delicious.

you're so taken with the taste, you don't notice what's happening to your body. your stomach bloats from your gorging, and then softens into a wobbling belly that tests the durability of your clothes, hanging lower and lower towards your thick thighs. leaning over the table for another plate, your ass sticks out behind you, round and cellulite-ridden. your figure is soft, swelling, a picture of indulgence.

and it's not long before the servants of this god come and show you another kind of pleasure. warm hands make contact with sensitive skin and you moan through mouthfuls of rich food. they guide you to a soft chair, lean you back, make sure your every want in this moment is fulfilled. one continues to feed you all manner of decadent desserts. several more attend to your body, removing the remains of the constricting clothes you entered in and then kissing, massaging, rubbing every growing, jiggling inch of you. your chest is squeezed, nipples toyed with. your gut is oiled and played with. once they're done teasing you, one hefts the blubbery mass up while another finally reaches between your legs.

the next day, you wake up in one of their luxurious beds, the most well rested you've ever been. you're free to leave, of course. but as the heavenly smell of breakfast finds your nose, you also notice the new set of temple robes at the end of your bed, inviting you to join their ranks

#art writes #wg text #weight gain kink #magic weight gain #wg kink #feedism fic #wg writing #fat kink #tummy kink #weight gain writing #rapid wg #rapid weight gain #magic wg #this has been half finished in my drafts forever and im being too perfectionist about it so it's being posted #im more of a visual artist then a writer so im always iffy on things like this i guess!

[shrubberylogistic]

Waking Up Fat

Dawn’s warm light filtered through the curtains, and Lily slowly roused from her slumber. With a sleepy stretch, she lifted an arm, then her back, attempting to sit up. Her body pulsed with a clammy heat, fixed and unresponsive.

Lily tilted her head, mouth dry. Her eyes fluttered open to the ceiling. Something felt funny. Groggy and disoriented, she gently nudged an elbow over the pillow, reaching for her phone. Her arms were heavy.

Too heavy.

Something was up. Lily’s heart raced, her senses ratcheting. Something wasn’t right. She craned her neck, trying to rouse her legs. Gravity strengthened its welcome. The bed creaked beneath her, and it took all of Lily’s strength to crunch her palms, pressing, hoisting a shoulder to the headboard.

Her movements were wearsome, stunted - strapped down, somehow. Lily felt through her bedsheets, under and around. Layers of sloth shifted with her soft, cumbersome frame. She thrust the duvet off, looked down, and froze.

Her body had ballooned, languid and overwhelming. Lily stopped breathing. Her belly loomed - an immense mass that flopped half way to her knees. Her legs creased together where her bedtime shorts had burst open; too tiny to contain her new curves, the few pink scraps left faltering around a snapped, sunken waistband.

A panicked gasp left her lips. Lily shuffled free, kicking her sweaty covers, her hips spilling to the edge of the mattress. She stroked chubby, fidgeting fingers over the contours of vast, foreign curves. Summoning every ounce of strength, she swung her colossal legs over the bedside. The floor trembled as she stood, gripped by arousal, stunned by the pressure on her muscles. She wobbled unsteadily for a moment before grabbing the dresser for support.

Gazing at herself in the mirror, Lily whimpered. Her face, once delicate and angular, was now round and bloated, framed by a cascade of unruly hair. Her pyjama tee was a strap of twisted, fraying threads, banded around her heaving chest. Lily clapped a flat palm to her mouth, blushing. Every movement was an effort. Her breathing came in frantic, laboured wheezes.

She was massive. Not an inch had escaped change. Lily rubbed her eyes, balking at her reflection. Her slender cheekbones had gone. Her neckline had vanished. She had gone to bed slender, shapely, poised and assured. Yet clear as the crisp sky that stretched above the neighbourhood, she’d woken up a quaking, panting blob, shorn of most what she’d been wearing. Her hefty chest hunkered as she peeled off her shirt, casting a marvelling glance at her adopted form. A deep relish, a groundedness, filtered through her stretching, timid skin.

Lily giggled. Tensing her toes, she gingerly made her way to the bathroom, her footsteps resonating throughout the house, thudding on the hardwood floor. She bit her lip at the swing of her gut, quivering at the way it gently kneaded her thighs. The scale was a challenge to see beneath her paunch. Steadying herself with a shaking hand on the sink, she quietly stepped on, scanning the display and confirming her thoughts with a gulp.

350.8 pounds.

Disbelief rallied, engulfing her. Lily let out a moan. A turgid heat took the space between her legs, her mind spinning, her heartbeat soaring, her feet tingling. She was lardy, for the first time in her life. She was a whale. She rested her belly on the sink and let it drop, hanging in a long and lazy curve that filled the bowl to the taps.

Lily crossed her throbbing fingers. Her face was a picture of intense, awestruck wonder. She knew there was more to discover. The simple act of showering felt like a Herculean task. Lifting a huge leg into the tub, she spread her stance, struggling to balance while she twisted the tap. Hot water flowed down her bulky form - a comfort she clung to as she dreamed of the big, wide world outside. She dried her body and towelled her hair, squeezing her arms into a gown that clung to her like a second skin.

Downstairs, preparing the most important meal of the day became an ordeal. The staircase was a heart-stopping descent, knuckles white with every crunching, undercalculated step. The kitchen was a maze of limitations. Wide and ungainly, Lily struggled to stretch for the cupboards - too big-bellied to climb up on the counter like she used to. Every step, every task took longer.

She watched helplessly, beholden to urges as the cereal box slipped out her grip, spilling across the floor. Her ass clipped the cutlery drawer, wobbling as she seized on a knife and fork. Fishing four thick slices of bread from the packet, she was in minutes munching woozily through a clutch of syrup strewn pancakes and slices of peanut butter on toast, smacking her lips, perched precariously on the edge of her old kitchen chair.

Lily took a long draw of milk from the bottle, head in her hand. Even the motion of eating felt different. Her stomach gurgled, and she found herself groaning, turgid and stiff. Lily swallowed a burp, doggedly reducing her breakfast to crusts and crumbs, slurping and inhaling. Sucking her fingers, she gave her belly a friendly pat. She was still so hungry. Reaching for the remnants of the cereal in the box, she took a pudgy fistful, then another, and another, cramming them into her mouth in peals of indulgent bliss.

The thought of ordering in struck her like a thunderbolt…

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[soft5ku11]

A comic to properly introduce Prof. (Austin) Maple. He is absolutely the guy to run to his discord friends in a crisis - for better or for worse...

If you want to know exactly why this is happening to him, take a look at the original character plan I made when designing him here.

#my art #fat art #weight gain #weight gain art #male weight gain art #mpl tag #fat belly #instant weight gain #magic weight gain #yes that is professor magnolia from galar. yes she plays minecraft. yes she prefers to play on peaceful. #no i do not know why pike queen lucy is here either and i also dont know why she uses tone indicators #girl dresses as and works/lives in a building that looks like her fave pokemon shes got that good good autism yk i can see it for her <3

[softcitrus2345]

And over a month later, here's prompt #17 XD 17. Curse - Hugo receives a curious gift from an unknown source

Seems like he doesn't mind the results of his curiosity, though he's definitely gonna have to cancel classes for the day until he figures out how to get back to normal-

I actually did some research on runes for this prompt, I thought it would be interesting if the "curse" was intended to be a gift for the person receiving it- >;3c

Here are the runes I used for reference ;p (and here's the source I used too)

Now that I finished this huge prompt, hopefully I can get more of them out a bit sooner TTwTT

#feedist kinktober #softcitrus hugo #ssbhm #chubby centaur #male weight gain #instant weight gain #magic weight gain #immobile fat #*dies* #This took FOREVER but I'm happy with how it turned out ;;w;; #I'm just glad I can finally share this #I've been sitting on this WIP for weeks now-

[fakeversacepurse]

which evil witch do i have to piss off to have a curse put on me to gain to 500lbs no matter what i eat and as fast as possible thank u x

#fat piggy #magic weight gain #gaining fat

[greenlotusleaf]

What if you were a knight, and you were on a brave mission to rescue your princess from a terrible dragon. The quest is perilous, but you had to volunteer: you've always been secretly in love with the princess, though the difference in your station means you can never be together.

After your long and dangerous travel, you run up the stairs, reaching the lair at the top of an ancient, ruined tower. The starlight though the missing roof lights the massive pile of golden treasure with an otherworldly gleam. No dragon is in sight.

But wait! Lounging on the pile of stolen treasure is a huge, swollen figure. You step forward cautiously, hand on the hilt of your sword. Then, a cloud uncovers the moon and in the new light, you see the figure is not a dragon, but a vast, bloated woman, wearing nothing but gold jewellery.

At your approach, she turns heavily on her bed of gold. There's a clink and scrape of coins as the motion of her enormity sends bits of treasure cascading down the pile. Her gravid belly is impossibly, obscenely round; each dimpled, wobbling thigh is wider than your entire body. Each swollen breast is as large as most pregnant women's bellies ever grow, and as she rolls over to face you, they flop down beside her, leaking milk that runs in thin trickles down her body, moistening the treasure beneath her.

You are stunned at the sight of her like this, so she breaks the silence. "My brave knight," she intones, jiggling as she speaks. Broad, golden necklaces ripple over her enormous breasts and down into the vast valley of her cleavage. You know you should look away, sparing her royal dignity, but you can't. You've often imagined her body, bared for you... but that was before. The princess was slender, then. Now? Your body is flooded with a mix of conflicting feelings, but lust is still among them. You feel yourself growing weak with it.

"My brave knight, I knew you'd come for me." You are mesmerized by the way her hand rubs lazy circles on her enormous belly. You kneel and lower your eyes, as is proper with royalty, but you can't stop yourself from flicking little glances back up, astonished. "It's unfortunate, my champion, that despite your bravery, I cannot return with you to the castle. Not anymore. But...." Coins jingle, and you realize the princess is slowly spreading her vast thighs, opening for you. "...If you still wish to be of service to your princess, I can give you one final quest, of personal urgency."

You've dreamed about this too many times. You couldn't possibly refuse her.

Kneeling reverently before her, you kiss her delicately, at first. You crave to see the look on the princess's face, but her enormous, swollen belly blocks your view, leaving you only her gasps and sighs and pleas as encouragement. Her hugeness, her heaviness, is a new kind of regality, and it mesmerizes you, drawing you in like gravity. You pleasure her more fervently, as if possessed.

So absorbed in your service, you don't mind when the princess twines her fingers into you hair, holding your head in place between her thighs-- why shouldn't she command her most devoted knight thus? You don't even notice the spreading shadow of wings over you, or hear the quiet landing of the creature behind you over the sound of your princess's words of encouragement. When the talon moves with exquisite slowness, shearing through the straps of your armor, you are frozen with fear, but your princess soothes you, begs you not to stop, to grant her relief.

When the dragon enters you, hot breath on your back, the princess shudders in ecstasy, crying out your name like you always imagined she would. When the dragon fills you, floods you, she strokes your hair, praising your bravery and steadfastness. When the dragon departs, wordless as it arrived, its seed spilling out of you in a molten gush, the princess sits up with a great effort, bends over you, kisses you chastely on the forehead. "Now you cannot return to the castle, either, my perfect knight. Now you must stay with me...."

As the princess pulls you up beside her onto the bed of treasure, you finally understand. She lays a plump hand protectively on your still-toned belly, many rings glittering, as she smiles a peculiar smile. She gathers herself onto all fours, swollen breasts pressed together between her fat arms, overripe belly dragging on the bed of coins, as she retrieves gold bangles and chains to adorn you, all far too loose.

You don't even mind the coins digging into your back as she climbs on top of you, crushing you into the treasure heap. A pulsing warmth rises within you, and it's more than just your desire. "My valorous hero is going to be so irresistible," she muses. "Now I must give you a reward befitting my *greatest* knight...."

#belly expansion #preg kink #belly kink #weight gain kink #breast expansion #lactation kink #rapid pregnancy #magic pregnancy #magic weight gain #magical weight gain

[big-n-beefy-inc]

Comm for a Twitter user!

Never trust magic cards, anything could happen 🪄🎈

#male weight gain #male wg #male wg art #my art #weight gain art #belly kink #bloated stomach #bloating #chubby art #feederism art #belching #magic wg #magic weight gain

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I am... fully obsessed with the magic doll story you wrote. Is there any possibility one day getting an expansion (heh) that included other aspects of the ask, like getting Bucky drunk or making him horny and cum from a distance?? Sorry, I had no idea I would like it that much 👀

This magic doll

I'm not sure how much this expands on the original idea, but... I just blacked out and came back with this, so 🤷🏻‍♂️ have it 😂😂

(Also, tagging @bnb-atnite because she went feral for that story 👀)

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink. Mostly rapid and magical weight gain, some vague dubious concent vibes but not really, etc.

I’d like to think that Steve likes to take his boy toy out on the town, showing him off, the media thinks they’re dating, but they don’t know that this pretty, young twink is Steve’s toy. Paid for and still pampered by Steve’s wealth.

As a result of Steve taking him out to the most lavish, expensive dinners, showing him off, alongside Steve’s need to keep his reputation (relatively) controversy-free… Steve has to unstuff the magic doll when they go out for the aforementioned high society vanity and practical reasons. For vanity, paparazzi would ruin them (as hot as it would get Steve) if Bucky waddled out of their building, thighs not only rubbing together but spilling out against each other, all that fat jiggling and forcing his legs further apart than they normally would be when he walks, turning his smooth walk into a wide-legged, ponderous staggering. The whole time he would need Steve to hold onto, his balance so fickle when he’s that fucking big. Steve’s arm fighting to make it all the way around his thick, soft waist and getting lost in between those heavy, overflowing rolls; Bucky’s chubby hand tight on his muscular forearm, clinging to him, complete contrast; Bucky huffing and puffing, his chubby cheeks red and misted with sweat, pure exertion from all that weight packed onto his frame and being forced to walk the short distance from the elevator to the lobby to their waiting, chauffeured car where he needs Steve to help stuff him into the backseat, fighting all his blubber, it’s a good thing that they don’t buckle up in the back because even with an extender… Bucky wouldn’t fit, meanwhile, Steve isn’t out of breath at all, not a hair out of place, nothing but a cocky smile on his lips, after all, with his workout regime he could skip the elevator down from their top floor penthouse, run the flights of stairs, down, up, then down again, and still be fine. But not Bucky. Bucky’s overburdened frame, overflowing with this soft, luxurious blubber, would cause quite the media frenzy, feeding off of him. And God knows there’s enough to feed off of. Steve would get off on it, but he doesn’t do it. For practicality, they can’t leave the penthouse with the magic doll, and subsequently with Bucky so round and heavy, because Bucky can’t move very well when his body is stuffed with fat. When the magic doll - always in Steve’s pocket, ready to be manipulated and played with whenever Steve feels like it - nearly bursting at the seams with so much fiberfill, Bucky can hardly maneuver around the penthouse, much less the outside world. In the penthouse, he knocks stuff over with his shelf-ass, he gets stuck in doorways (and even in Steve’s impressive, huge shower stall), he finds it difficult to waddle more than a few inches before becoming exhausted, he complains about having to use his arms because when he does his heavy, big tits get in the way, and, just, anything that isn’t sitting on his ass, mounding out underneath him like a thick cushion, is hard. So, when he’s so huge, he sits and lets himself be pampered. However Steve wants him, so long as it’s resting, he’s good.

However, as much as it makes Bucky pout when he’s unstuffed, returning to that little twink he was when Steve first bought him, it’s totally worth it once they’re done with their little date and he gets to experience being supersized all over again. There’s nothing like a public dinner date filled with foreplay, knowing that the real fun begins when they get home where Steve can have him to himself and mold his body into whatever form he wants, all for him to play with him. Touch him, fatten him, grope him, spank him, fuck him, even fuck his rolls. Whatever he wants. It’s about what he wants. Bucky is a toy, his needs don’t matter, he’s just here to be Steve’s. And Steve’s going to play with him. Roughly or softly, he’ll play however he wants.

So, their date is foreplay in the form of Steve buying courses and courses and courses of expensive, fancy food that come in tiny portions that Bucky always swears will never fill him up, only to sing (pant, really) a different tune in an hour when the plates are still coming and he’s not so sure he has any more room. If not for Steve demanding that he keep eating - he paid for it, didn’t he? Bucky isn’t sure if he’s talking about the food or Bucky himself. Jesus Christ, that’s hot. - claiming he wants to have to hold him close to his side when they leave so the cameras don’t catch that Bucky’s popped at least one button off of his shirt, the pressure of his swollen belly just too much for the expensive cloth and thread. And if he doesn’t pop a button, if he doesn’t finish all his food, well, maybe he’ll have to go to bed without an orgasm and without all the fat he so desperately wants to be packed back onto him, addicted to how soft he’s grown (ha) used to being under Steve’s pampering care.

So.

Bucky eats.

He eats and eats and eats, always moaning at the rich tastes of the decadent foods, easily letting Steve continue to fill his wine glass until he’s satisfied with Bucky making a pig of himself in public. Stuffing his face. The evidence is clear on his body - his belly distended into a tight, pregnant-looking globe.

In the bathroom before they leave, Steve slaps his tender gut a handful of times, weakening Bucky’s knees until he’s leaning against Steve’s chest, panting hard, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a whimper as he feels all the food inside him shift and churn, he’s so full and Steve’s being so mean. The burn of his slaps is barely diffused by his tight, tight shirt. The smacks are just to make him focus, though, Steve knows how dumb his spoiled toy gets, and he needs a reminder to suck in as much as he can while they walk to the car. Keep up the reputation. Then, once they’re inside, he can let his greedy belly bloat back out. Nearly moaning into his collar, practically drooling on him, Bucky nods and struggles to right himself.

They stumble through camera flashes into the car to go home.

Bucky whines and moans through the car ride, Steve’s heavy, hot palm resting possessively on his starter belly for the night, the bulk of his body close, leaning into him. His lips are pressed close to Bucky’s ear, whispering about how he can’t wait to watch this chubby belly swell into a real fat gut and… hmm, y’know, maybe he can’t wait. Maybe he’ll pull out the magic doll in the interior pocket of his suit jacket and start puffing him up right here. Wouldn’t that be fun? He could give Bucky huge, big tits again and then force him to walk from the car to the doors of their building with them wobbling and spilling out of his shirt. Wouldn’t the gossip rags have fun with that? Talking about how this tiny little twink went and got himself big, mommy milkers… or maybe, maybe he should stuff his ass, make it huge and give everyone in the city, hell, with Steve’s business being a household name, everyone in the country something to jerk off to. That big, fat ass.

Bucky is panting. Forget foreplay, this is… it’s midplay? Just play? It’s so much more than simple foreplay to get him riled up. He's past riled.

His belly is stuffed to the point that he might burst and he’s so hard in his slacks, his belt biting into his waist, that he’s achy. He wants Steve to play with his dick right now. He doesn’t care that he’s pretty sure Steve wouldn’t do any of that, and he’s just talking. He doesn’t know 100%. And he could. Bucky is his to play with. He could do whatever he wanted to him. If he wanted he could take his clothes and make him do the walk of shame up to their building, streaking with his stuffed, glutted middle bulging out in front of him like Steve’s fucked him so good, so often, that he’s defied the laws of biology and impregnated him despite his lack of uterus.

Steve caresses his tender middle, dragging his fingertips just hard enough over him, that he shudders. A soft, “please,” comes out in a whine.

Steve just nips his ear, hushing him.

Bucky swears that he nearly dies, his heart pounding so hard in his chest, on the way back to the penthouse. He’s too turned on. He’s gonna explode. Anticipation and fullness are so overwhelming together.

Once they’re behind the heavy, solid wood door of the penthouse Steve stops dragging him along, possessive but also reasonable because Bucky’s not sure how he’s still walking, he’s not even that heavy, he’s just too turned on, there’s nothing going on in his head. So, Bucky stops in his tracks, Steve goes to the kitchen for… something, meanwhile, he sticks to the door, leaning against the cool surface, trying to catch his breath.

It doesn’t hit Bucky that it’s intentional on Steve’s part until, oh, God -

He’s squirming in pleasure with the tingling, stretching feeling of his body expanding. It’s magical. Literally. But it feels magical, too. It’s so much better, after a break of being back in his “normal” body, he’s fucking dying here, feeling himself balloon right back up. It will never get old. It’s tight and tingly, his skin fighting to keep up with the pure lard that’s exponentially filling him, almost like the sensation of pins and needles. So, so intense. It’s hot like fire spreading through him. It’s such a stretch that it takes his breath away, he feels like an inflatable parade balloon. Fuck, he’s about to be the size of one, too.

Bucky moans, tortured by the sensation and by the fact that he can hear Steve, his footsteps on the wooden floor, chuckling as he waltzes out of the kitchen and further away from Bucky - it sounds like he’s heading for the bedroom, which, fuck yeah, but Bucky can’t move! He’s still expanding!

Heavier and heavier, wider and wider.

It feels like he’s swelling to fill the whole door frame. Like he’s gonna get stuck again! He moans loudly at the thought, there’s really nothing as sexy as Steve coming up behind him to unstick him, teasing him for “letting” himself get so big (as if he has any choice with the power Steve has over him), and then getting his hands all over his body, sinking into his soft, plush fat, grunting with the effort of shoving and shoving, making the parts of his body that aren’t wedged in tight jiggle and wobble in waves until he stumbles forward, dazed from how turned on it all makes him.

Bucky’s still swelling.

What’s better or worse-? Getting fattened in the blink of an eye, suddenly woomph, hugely obese and incredibly off-balance and so aroused, or having it accumulate just fast enough for him to feel his body struggling to keep up, his heart pounding as he knows what’s coming.

“Buck?” Steve calls, beckoning him forward.

He struggles through a few steps, his new weight making his muscles tremble while his mind weakens. He’s shaking. He’s already so close to begging out loud. He just wants more already. He wants it fast. He wants it now! Fatten meeee! Swell me!

Bucky uses the walls and furniture along the way to the bedroom to steady himself, fighting to keep walking when he really just wants to fall to his knees to enjoy the sensation that’s overtaking his whole body.

Swelling.

Filling out.

Inflating.

Bloating.

Shit, it’s so good.

By the time he gets to the end of the hall that leads back to the master bedroom and bathroom, he’s sweating. Steve is standing there, leaning against the door frame, smirking at him, eyes dark as he watches his struggles. He’s holding that fucking doll and a mass wad of stuffing. Bucky’s heart leaps into his throat, his dick twitching like an excitable pet hearing the word “dinner.”

Then -

“OH!”

Steve forces all of the huge mass of stuffing into the little magic doll, making it bulge.

At first, it all settles right into the doll’s belly, the biggest open space available. It’s so much that Bucky stumbles and falls onto his suddenly massively, massively round gut. The thump sound of his impact would be laughable if it weren’t so fucking obscene. He is so excessive. SO fat. The air is knocked out of him. His head is spinning. He’s so fucking turned on. He could come like this. He could. He’s on top of his gut, his legs forced to spread so wide around the massive shape of his gut, and -

A whole long moan that’s almost more like a wail leaves Bucky, emptying his lungs of all oxygen as Steve takes the ungodly huge chunk of stuffing straining the doll’s limits in its tummy and massages it. He smooths the big ball of fiberfill out, distributing it more evenly throughout Bucky’s frame. Bucky can’t breathe. It feels like there are hands all over him, touching him, touching him, touching him, squishing, squeezing, and groping his fat. He feels like a pillow being fluffed. But a heavy pillow. It's so heavy that he doesn’t think he’s ever going to walk again. Guh. How does he ever get used to this feeling between their public outings? It’s mind-melting. With Steve touching him without touching him, his belly shrinks, but the whole rest of his body thickens, evening out, leaving Bucky much chunkier, but on all-fours rather than resting on top of his gut.

Of course, once he’s done massaging him, Steve stuffs him more. Filling the freed-up space.

More.

He makes his body so thick, his arms and legs blubbery and his belly nearly sagging to the floor while he trembles on his hands and knees. To deal with the weight, Bucky arches his back, but it doesn’t help him deal with how turned on he is - if anything, it makes him hornier because he can feel how his thick ass jiggles and pops out more. He could get fucked like this; if he’s not too fat for Steve’s dick to reach his hole yet, he could get fucked like this; he wants to be fucked like this. So bad. He wants Steve to fuck him, grope him, jiggle him, and fatten him.

More.

He’s so fucking spoiled. Weakly, plaintively whining, begging without words as his arms and legs slide farther apart under the still-increasing weight of his body. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee. If Steve keeps pushing him he’s gonna be laying on top of his fat rather than crawling on all fours soon. He’s too soft and weak! Absolutely spoiled.

“Buck, honey-”

Steve’s voice makes Bucky stretch his head up, blearily looking at him through the haze of arousal.

His voice has softened “-quit playing around and come to bed, baby. I know your tummy hurts after dinner, c’mere and I’ll rub your belly in bed, don’t you want me to make it better?” he’s too good at playing the doting, innocent husband of an overdue wife considering that he’s the one doing this to Bucky, fattening him, driving him insane with too much and not enough pleasure.

With a whimper Bucky tries to crawl forward again, wobbling, his body fighting so hard to do something so simple that’s so hard when he’s so fucking heavy. He can’t make it and he opens his mouth to beg for help, he can’t do it! He’s too big! When -

A truly shameless, obscene sound comes out of Bucky. Before he knows what’s happened and why he’s suddenly so hot and so sweaty and so close to coming, Bucky is going down. He’s suddenly crumbling onto the floor face first, putting his weight on his tender gut and belching through another desperate moan. He can’t take it. He can’t -

Steve.

Fucking! Steve! So mean!

Just barely, Bucky can make out that Steve is holding the doll, not passively stuffing whisps of fiberfill into its body but now rubbing it. He’s rubbing the, the…

Oh, Jesus, just looking at what he’s doing to the doll, and thus doing to Bucky, makes embarrassment riot inside him. It’s so dirty!

He’s rubbing the crotch of the magic doll. He’s pleasuring it! Pleasuring Bucky!

His eyes roll to the back of his head, going limp in stunned arousal.

It fucking feels like he’s pouring pleasure straight into his body through his dick. It’s like being jerked off and sucked off and humping his own fat all at the same time. It’s like nothing else, he’s never felt something so good. It’s melting his mind. It’s ruining him for any other pleasure that doesn’t come from being so gluttonous and out of control.

Bucky can feel himself quivering on top of the cushion of his squished, fat belly. He can feel his dick, trapped where he can’t reach it under all his heavy, thick blubber twitching and leaking. He’s sweating so much, running the hottest fever. He’s wailing, voice breaking, when without fucking touching him Steve jerks him off to orgasm. It’s hot and wet against his own skin but Bucky can’t see it, the dirty evidence is hidden by his swollen body. The whole time, Bucky can feel Steve’s eyes on him, focused and burning, as captivated with him as a cat that’s just spotted an impressively fat mouse, deepened with the sadism of a predator whose only pleasure is unraveling its prey like a spool of thread. And just to make it worse, dragging him through the last twitches of his orgasm, Steve pinches the doll’s belly, undeniably delighted to hear how Bucky’s moans change tune.

It hurts to be groped so hard - his belly is under so much pressure already with him on top of it, and adding to it is… it’s, it’s unbearable. It feels so good. All he wants is to be touched and he is being touched but he wants Steve to actually touch him, he doesn’t want magic, he wants it to be real, and he’s already aching for more. Spoiled. He wants to be hefted into bed and turned over, rolled onto his back where he’s pinned and made into a bloated, swollen playground for Steve to touch, grope, hump, and climb all over. He wants Steve on top of him, grabbing handfuls of his thick blubber, jiggling it, and grinding into it, getting red in the face as he reaches his own high, getting off on what he’s done to Bucky. How he’s ruined and perverted him. How he owns him. He can do anything he wants to him, and Bucky will lick it up and beg for more like the greedy boy toy he is.

Me rn:

Did I realize AFTER I wrote this whole thing that I neglected to talk about Bucky's clothes tearing off of him as he got fatter? Yes. Is that evidence of my brain being horny scrambled? You bet your ass it is 😂

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[chubbydrawer]

*Now available on Patreon* Barley is growing to huge proportions after his significant other enchanted a look alike doll for his amusement! #maleweightgain #fat #chubby #thick #gainer #gainerart #chubart #fatart #bigboy #bigbelly #growingboy #growingbelly #fatter #magicweightgain #rippedclothes #poppingseams #maleinflation #inflation #fatbarleylightfoot #fatbarley

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[xnight-gardenx]

Eggs that get deposited inside you and fill you up all nice but instead of just slipping back out after a few hours or smthn they dissolve get absorbed by your body and plump you up + make your boobs bigger send post

#ovi kink #ovi #magic weight gain #wg #yeah this counts as a late easter post ig #weightgain

[shrubberylogistic]

“What’s happening?!” screamed Layla, giving her belly a shake. Pokey and round, it pooled in her hands in two heavy, podgy rolls. She tucked into my arms, stricken, quivering. I blanketed her, my warm embrace useless to my fears. I had jeans on under the pirate skirt, and they had switch from loose to hugging me down to my ankles. I picked off the button and tried to breathe. A layer of chub jiggled where my flat belly used to be.

Layla crouched, pulled - pushed. Her weight settled in the front, slowing around her rear. Her witch’s hat fell off, forgotten, carried by the wind to the gutter before her ample arms could snatch it from the pavement. She stretched, leaning back, carrying her paunch in a fidgeting hand. Her costume was flowier, baggier than mine. But she was shorter. Added inches clung to every curve.

“How’ve I put on so much weight?”

“Sooner we’re home, we’ll know,” I gasped.

*****************************

Take a moment. 😉

Take a look. 😈

Take Me

It’s out now.

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[smorepi]

Fae Queen? Woops! They meant Fat Queen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[softcitrus2345]

I love the "woke up fat" trope so much, it's just fun to explore how the character would adjust to their new body and all the new weight, and how they would react to such a drastic and sudden change- >:3 I also love the aspect of others, like their partner or close friends finding out, and how they react to that, maybe even the now chonky person trying to hide it somehow and it all just falls apart all of a sudden, leaving them and the other party completely flustered- Vanessa is very much enjoying this new development....

#I can't imagine what must've been zooming through 'Nessa's mind when she rolled over in bed trying to spoon her twink ass boyfriend #and grabbing onto this giant warm n squishy teddy bear instead #Must've thought she was still dreaming UFIDSBKGLDSH #T U M B Y #softcitrus damien #softcitrus vanessa #magic weight gain #instant weight gain #male weight gain #bhm #wg

[greenlotusleaf]

So, kitten... can you feel it yet? The little knot in the pit of your guts, just below the navel? I'm sure you can by now... no, you're not imagining it. Pay attention, and you'll feel it gradually intensify. Notice that yet?

I bet by now it's an unmistakable little pressure, isn't it? Something down there, needing space? Can you feel the pressure mounting, pushing outward? ... My, just look at your little belly! You know, it's got a definite little curve to it, doesn't it? Are you starting to get a little pudgy, kitten? Is it getting worse and worse?

You'd better pull up that shirt, so we can have a look.... Oh, wow... aren't you round, now? You're getting such a big belly-- is it heavy, kitten?-- that you look a little pregnant!

Oh, don't act so scandalized! You're clearly knocked up, don't bother denying it. Did you have fun, winding up this way? ... You didn't do anything? Oh, still playing innocent, or just forgetful? ... I hope you're not suggesting I've been spending late nights learning forbidden magic from an ancient book, just so that I could enspell your slim, fertile little body, transforming you lush and ripe with swift-growing life, because *that* would be ridiculous and no one would take you seriously about it, would they, kitten?

So hard to stop rubbing your belly, isn't it? You're getting absolutely massive by now... doesn't it feel so full and round, so heavy? You're positively glowing, you know, with your beautiful dome of a belly and your swelling chest... What, you didn't notice? So distracted by your ballooning belly you didn't even notice your nipples getting so sensitive, your chest puffing up into nice, soft tits? Careful, I bet they're going to be really heavy too, before long. I wonder... if I hadn't said anything, would you have noticed before they started to leak?

But enough, you shouldn't be on your feet now, not in your delicate condition! Waddle on over to the couch, now, and get nice and comfortable while you blow up for me. You should probably slip out of those clothes, too-- if you like them-- while you still can. That's right, struggle on out of those jeans... They look so unbearably tight! Your little ass has gotten so fat, kitten! Look how much it jiggles when I do... *this!* Wow, remember when you used to be so skinny, and your butt was so tiny and firm? Look at it-- it's still wobbling!

Sorry, kitten, weren't you going to have a lie-down? Take the weight off your feet? Goodness, but you're so... turned on by this? You can't even begin to hide your arousal, kitten. You're actually getting off to getting so enormously pregnant? Absolutely unbelievable! You're such a swollen little perv, aren't you, kitten? Go on: squeeze your bloated tits and tell me how much it's turning you on to be blimping up for me. Tell me.

Well, that's lucky for you, kitten, but I wonder how long this experience will remain novel for you. You see, you're going to be my plumped-up, pregnant plaything for quite some time. I'm sure you'll have fun, keeping me nice and satisfied. Because when I start to get tired of your charms, I'll just have to make you a little bigger, won't I?

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