Your fate is sealed. With each reblog you will grow fatter. There is no reversal. Caution to those who are unsure. DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A SUPERCHUB HOG….well then reblog to cast and never go back.
“Hey guys! Jacob here, today I’m starting my weight loss journey!” Jacob tugged at the hem of his blue hoodie. It wasn’t unwearable yet but it was clinging to his, recently developed, soft belly. He put his hand on it as he continued, “This morning I weighed in at 192 pounds. Which isn’t too big but definitely my heaviest weight as of yet and I wanna keep it that way!“
Jacob had dark brown hair, light tan skin, and was about 6 foot tall. He was soft, had some muscle but not much. Jacob had played some sports growing up and had generally kept fit throughout high school and college, but since post-grad and getting a desk job he had softened up significantly.
“I plan to watch what I eat, cut down on processed food, and work out 5 times a week! This excess chub should just melt off of me and I will be lean again in no time!! I will update you guys on how it’s going soon!”
Jacob turned off his phone and set it down as he thought to himself, tomorrow, I’m starting the diet tomorrow.
Current weight: 192 lbs
Weight gained: 0 lbs
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This story is in part inspired by art made by ExtraBaggageClaim on DevientArt
When you’re struggling with yet another shirt that has given up its struggle to contain your thickening middle and I give you a squeeze and say, “There’s just more of you to love,” I mean it.
I love watching buttons stretch and strain over your expanding frame, proof you continue to grow. When yet another fastening gives way and your belly surges forward to spread your thighs apart, I’m reminded of how much softer and wider you are now than when we first met. I think of tracing all those bright new stretch marks gently with my nails, my fingers finding their way around folds of flesh that weren’t there last month.
The jeans you wore on our first date don’t fit anymore. You can’t even pull them up over your widening thighs although the last time you tried, I couldn’t help but grab your ass and sigh as my hands sunk deep into all that new fat.
You eat more now - more often, more plates, more calories - and then there’s even more of you to love.
More weight to press down on me.
More flab to fondle.
More soft, sweet dough to nibble and knead.
My thighs have to spread even wider to straddle the expanse of you and your belly rises up brush against me even when you’re flat on your back. More cushion for the ride, at they say.
The best part is, we both know there will be even more of you soon.