*Lumbers up behind you, lifts up his sweater, and lets the flabalanche smother you.* <3

Gnollhud and Gnollkawne Gnollbuddies, I second this. <3

The aftermath, right before I move on to the next feast.

...or rather, have the feast moved to me. That might be easier to do at this size.

Mouthwatering... <3

Nah, sorry, just a what if thought. No plans. Just dreams. X)

Honestly kind of flattered if this piece is soft goals for you, big guy. X)

Glad you enjoy, Sugarboy did a fantastic job on it, as he always does. <3

Coyotes at their softest...though he'd like to get softer, sometime. X)

Oh, bringing "snacks" (for yourself or otherwise) is encouraged. I'd be happy to have someone I could properly lean on at this size.~ X)

You're welcome to uh, climb up and test just how soft this "mattress" is.~

Well, now that you mention it, they are starting to feel a bit snug. Guess I didn't need to borrow a belt to keep 'em up after all. And to think, I thought I bought 'em a size too big when I got 'em...

*gut bumps an overbloated ott* X)

Nah, man, don't you remember? I burst my belt, and couldn't find one my size. You graciously offered to let me borrow one of your old ones. One you had grown out of a while back. So glad you held onto it for so long, considering it hasn't been able to fit you for a while now.~

What you need...

Is for me to return your belt. Thanks for letting me borrow it, Big Guy.~

Okay, got this out of my system. Rare that I'm ever in the mood for TF, Size-gain, AND a bit of mild reality warping at the same time. But here you all go. I'll leave your feeds in peace now.

Whatever the reason, the why didn't matter. You are who you are, and what you are is big. And more relevant to the present, you were hungry. And those two plates of dessert that you piled high a moment ago weren't going to eat themselves.

So you sit down, and hear the bench groan beneath you.

You've been the biggest in the family for a while now. Your sheer girth at least double the next largest member, not to mention the extra couple inches in height. A quirk of genetics, some say, though most attribute it to your very sumptious and nutritious diet, to put it politely.

You lumber slowly back to your table, each step ponderous at your weight. Doesn't help with a gut that hangs down to your knees, and being multiple feet wide. Your multiple cheeks and chins wobble as they pool over your shirt collar as you look down and give yourself another confused once-over.