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Ace the Fox
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wererodi.bsky.social
Graham and Patch are no strangers to road trips. Adventurous. Relaxing. And in Patch’s case — a little too indulgent

And now, there’s just a little too much ‘yote for the car — hope Graham’s got the strength to pull him out!

Comm for BeevStuscemi on FA
Graham, a muscular and overweight hyena, uses all his strength to try to pull out the much much bigger Patch, a now morbidly obese coyote, who is wedged in his little coupe. It’s sunset, so lots of warm colors
August 12, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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doughygaymer.bsky.social
2 weeks of art block, was worth this imo :3
April 26, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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bigsillyfun.bsky.social
fatass bunny time
February 19, 2025 at 5:48 AM
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largerfolks.bsky.social
Content warning: fat fetishism, solo, immobility, breathless. >1,500 lbs

Another short for you horny bastards :3

#fatfur #fatfetish #fatkink #feedism #fatsmut
You’ve craved this. Rain falls outside. You can hear it tap against the window. You can't turn your neck well enough to see. You're lucky enough to be angled towards the electric fireplace your caregiver has turned on. It's pleasant. But you have so much insulation already, you’d probably be sweating no matter what. It doesn't matter. You're used to it. You close your eyes. Feel the exquisite heaviness of it all. It feels like home. Your breaths are deep. They have to be, for someone your size. In. Out. In. Out. Every moment like this is bliss. And right now, a rare moment of calm… it's really something. It lets you think for a while. Really contemplate how far you've come. Walking? That's far behind you. What lies ahead? Eating. Eat and eat and eat… You're so obese it's all you can do. All you can do is lie here and eat. Listen to your feeder and eat. Enjoy the way you’ve gotten so huge, and eat. That's so hot. To know you’ve passed the point where you can do anything else at all. You can remember days when you spent most of the time sedentary but you still had to move. Those days are gone, baby. Now it's all sedentary. You can't get up. Your fat anchors you here. You're so huge. You can feel your heart thumping excitedly, blood rushing to your long-unreachable libido. It's so hot. As soon as your caregiver gets back you know they're going to feed you. They'll keep it coming, more and more, and you’ll just slip into a mindless haze. Binge. Glut. But for now? Now you're so aware of how anchored to this place you are. The way your belly spills off the mattress you're perched on and spreads across the floor. Your weight? You can't even guess. It has to be more than 1,500 pounds now. It has to be. “Hurff… haff… fuck…” The sound of your own wheezy voice is deep. More is what you need. It's what you've always needed. It's all you can do now. Grow.
February 14, 2025 at 9:54 PM
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largerfolks.bsky.social
CW: #feedism #fatkink #fatfur #fatfetish
embarassment, degradation, morbid obesity, encouragement, sweat/messy

NSFW

You got Praise earlier today... and now you get Degradation.
For those out there who enjoy that ;3
“Holy fuck…” You lie there. Beached. Pathetic… too fat to stand anymore, forced into calling someone you used to call a friend in your college years. You didn't know where else to turn. You’d told them your door code, the same one all your delivery drivers already know. Sent them a cryptic message about really needing help. “How the hell did you do this to yourself?” You wheeze weakly before your bewildered friend continues, not giving you the time to answer. “This is really, really not fuckin' normal. Your space is littered with trash, I had to wade through take out boxes to get here.” “I… hurffff.. have a person come clear them… whhhurfff… every couple days…” Your friend is still so taken aback. “Every few days?? When's the last time you could clean for yourself? Even stand?” You try to lift a doughy arm, the soft fatty wings hanging off your deeply buried triceps dragging across your plump side rolls and massive chest. “I dunno… couple weeks?” Wheezing heavily, you look away from your friend's gaze. You haven't had the strength to look them in the eyes yet. “...maybe… hhhhurpppp… a month.” “You’ve been sitting on a broken couch for a whole fucking MONTH, stuffing your face?!” Somewhere deep underneath all that fat you’ve gained, your libido pulses. You have. You’ve done all this to yourself without help… wrecked your waistline. “We used to do track and field together! What the hell happened to your self respect?” The friend steps closer. They let the question hang in the air for a moment. “I ate it.” You find yourself saying. You look into their eyes indignantly. “I did this… huffff… huff… because it's hot.” “....” The friend is silent. They close their eyes, and all the sound in the room is taken up by your immense breaths. In, out. In… out. “I didn't know what the hell to think at first. But - I can't deny it. It is hot.” Your cheeks flush, the mood in the room changing instantly. “Seeing you here… like this…” Their eyes are examining your figure again. There's something else there. A tinge of lust? “There's something that's just… so right about it.” Feeling a trickle of sweat run down your flabby back makes you shiver. Cautiously, you speak. “You can…” You hesitate, hoping you’re reading the mood right. “...touch, if you want.” Their hands slowly press into your soft lard. It feels good. That touch is affirming. They think it’s sexy too. “....this shit is insane…. You’ve made a fat fucking hog out of yourself. I bet it was embarrassing to call me. To have me walk in and know that I’d see you like this.” Your face feels so hot with the mixture of embarrassment and arousal… You were desperate. It was getting more difficult. The help you hired wasn’t enough. “You called me for help. And I’m not gonna help you rebuild your life. Not gonna help you walk again, or leave the house…” “Y-you’re not?” You sputter. “Don't leave me to fend for myself, it's hurffff… been hard enough for a month!” “No, I’ll do better. I’ll make sure those weak, pathetic fat legs of yours never do anything but sit and grow bigger… smothered under your growing doughy mammoth of a gut, you slovenly hog...” Their hands are groping your fat. It's heaven. Their words cut deep too. It’s hot. So fucking hot. This is total feedist fantasy shit right here. “You're going to get fatter and fatter, but now you're not just doing it for yourself, you’ll be doing it for me, too.” You might just orgasm right fucking now. Your hips buck into your fat, grinding against your fatpad… “Holy fuck…” You moan. “Please…” “You can bet on it…. Fatter, and fatter… I’m calling for more takeout.” At the mention of takeout you cum. Getting fed for the rest of your days… Now you have all the help you’ll ever need. You can feel it in that hazy, lard-addled mind of yours.
February 22, 2025 at 3:05 AM
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largerfolks.bsky.social
Slosh - another weight gain (obesity) smut miniature story.

Second person

CW: NSFW, fatpad sloshing, play and teasing.

#fatfetish #feedism #fatkink #fatplay #fatfur
Your fatpad is big. It's the biggest I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t tell at first, because your belly hangs so low that it obscures your pelvic region entirely…. But when I helped you pull down your oversized sweatpants it was absolutely WILD to see how much pork you were packing down there. Now, with it here, sagging low, all I can say is… “Wow, what a fat fuck you are…” There's admiration in my voice. It's why you invited me here - I'm an enabler. You’ve done great on your own, but imagining what we can achieve together had us both squirming in our seats. Mine, an average computer chair, and yours, a reinforced bariatric one, rated to 800 pounds. I promised to help you break it under your fat ass. For now though, I’m helping you up onto the bed so that you can lie on your back. Can't have you standing too long, those thick legs of yours already protesting having to stand for so long. You’ve told me you want me to explore. See what we're starting with… Squeeze your fat and tease you for letting yourself go. You’d assured me that there wasn't anywhere that was off-limits. I am so fixated on that pad. And for good reason. As you lie there, I can't even see your face from this angle. Your belly, tits, and that lovely, heavy pillow of flab make up the whole scenescape of you… “You're so obese… it's just breathtaking…” I say, tracing a paw from your side down to the center of your overhang. I lift your belly, the mass sagging out of my grip. “You really do a great job… huff… making me feel like a beached whale…” You wheeze a bit, catching your breath. “I want you to play with my fatpad…. I haven't felt paws down there in a long time.” I am so happy to hear you say that. That massive soft lardball under your gut has had my attention from the very beginning… I press my paws eagerly into your most sensitive and heavy mound of chub. It feels so good, the consequences of your constant glutting molding to my touch. And this is all just what you’ve done to YOURSELF. On your own… I am going to make sure you grow… I squeeze. I press deep. You moan… I’m sure your buried libido is in heaven right now. I push your belly further back. The thing is so damn big that it’s been covering a good amount of your fatpad even now. That's hot too though. It's good to have more to dig through… And I just HAVE to see how much bigger this is when I lift your belly away. I smirk seeing it all… so damn plump. …Llift that doughy mass and slosh it back and forth. “Aaaah… oh… bbbbhhurp… fuck… hurff…” “You're such a whale…” I say, stimulating your lardy undercarriage. “And now that I’m here, you’ll barely need to ever move…. Just eat. And you’ll grow fatter…” Slosh “And fatter…” Slosh slosh slosh “And even fatter…!” You're gasping for breath now, and your hips are weakly trying to hump into my paws as they grip your fatpad. “I need it… hhhuuff… so bad… hrrrrk…~” You slowly, breathily come to a stop, collapsing into the bed, the frame creaking… Your fatpad is so deep I can't even tell whether you’ve finished or just exhausted your energy. I lift and push, looking underneath, to that deep spot... So buried in fat. And wow… you did finish~. This has been divine…. I’m only too happy to help clean you up and start to prep a meal. A big one… fit for a king among gainers~. It's royal treatment for this pet from now on.
February 19, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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gulfofotter.bsky.social
This is old, but the scenario still kicks my ass.
December 28, 2024 at 8:06 PM
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omnicomm.bsky.social
Commission for @largerfolks.bsky.social #fatfur #fatfurs #obese #immobile #morbidly
November 22, 2024 at 9:25 PM