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Welcome to Fat-and-Happy! a group dedicated to the positive portrayal and acceptance of overweight / plus size / fat characters.

We do not believe in body fascism here at Fat and Happy and we believe that ALL body types are beautiful. There are many clubs on DA for our average or underweight brothers and sisters. This is a place for characters with a more to love.

This is Not an Inflation, expansion or feeder fetish group!

What is OKAY to post here at Fat and Happy

:thumbsup: Original Characters, Fan Art, Fan Characters, Random Characters.

:thumbsup: Anthros are also welcome! ANY character type is! As long as they shop in plus sizes they are welcome here!

:thumbsup: Skinny / Average Characters are more than welcome on the condition that they are pictured with a plus size character be it their best friend , family member or love interest.

:thumbsup: Males as well as Females are more than welcome!

:thumbsup: Every single facet of the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Androgynous, Transgender, Asexual-spectrum is more than welcome here!

:thumbsup: Mature Art Work is welcome but it MUST be submitted into the Mature Nudity folder THIS INCLUDES ANTHRO NUDITY! if you can see anything below the belt or female nipples it belongs in the mature nudity folder regardless of what species it is. naked is an equal opportunity employer. and MUST abide by Deviant Art’s Terms of Service - FAQ #554: Is my deviation Mature Content? Violent artwork can go into featured, but it still has to follow the T.O.S

What is NOT OKAY to submit to Fat and Happy.

:thumbsdown: Characters that are not overweight. This should be obvious but I have seen average sized characters allowed in other fat acceptance groups. Note: simply having, wide hips and/or large breasts or a beer gut alone does not constitute "fat"

:thumbsdown: No Feeder/Feeding- it’s fine for some groups but that is not a mentality we approve of here at Fat and Happy, our goal here is love for bigger / plus size characters to feel comfortable in the skin that they are in, not to feed them ridiculous unhealthy amounts of food until they are blimps.

:thumbsdown: No Pregnancy, Vore, Inflation, Expansion, MPREG. Nothing wrong with it. It just does not belong here.


:thumbsdown: No Photography or Literature. There’s already clubs for Plus Size photography on DA and Literature kind of takes the point out of seeing the plus size character.

:thumbsdown: Extremely Morbidly Obese characters, we like ‘em Big here but there is a limit. Like if their feet can’t touch the ground or they can’t get around without a scooter or a walker. If it could easily be mistake for expansion / inflation or fetish art it will most likely get removed.

Note to all Members

:thumbsdown: Don’t be an Asshole. Give your fellow members the same respect and courtesy you would want.

:thumbsdown: Any racism, Homophobia, Trolling, Sexism or Sizeism are grounds for immediate removal from the club. This includes hating on our thinner counterparts…that’s not what we do here.

If your work breaks any of these it will be removed from the clubs gallery. I will remove any and all art at my discretion. If you feel that I have been unfair in this feel free to note me on my main account - Candy2021 and we can discuss it. I can’t promise I’ll accept your work into the club just because you complain but I will give you a reason why it was declined.

When noting me for any reason always be civil and clear in what you would like and I will do the same.

Please and thank you! And enjoy your stay here at Fat and Happy!

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Hello, group! it's been awhile since our last update indeed.

But some changes need to be made. It has been brought to my attention that fat fetish material has been sneaking into our group. as you know this violates our guidelines. -> fat-and-happy.deviantart.com/j…

I'm not well versed in how to spot fetish art so I cannot catch it all. But I am implementing some new rules to help cut down on this and I hope my contributors will follow suit.

The new rules are as follows.

1.) No longer will images of a characters eating or pictured with food be accepted. I tried to be flexible with this but it has been abused, so I'm just flat out banning it. food being in the image will be judged on a case by  case basis.

2.) No longer will characters in ill fitting clothing be allowed. I realize that in real life it's very difficult for plus side individuals to find affordable clothing that fits in reality. But art is fantasy and in a perfect world all plus size folks would have clothes that perfectly fit their banging bods. make it so.

- to elaborate on what I mean by ill fitting clothing is. clothing that is obviously too small for the individual. things like crop tops and mini skirts are acceptable- but clothing that that digs into the flesh, floods, rips or tears around the body. is explicitly forbidden.

3.) Any mention of the character gaining weight, this includes but not limited to phrases like "If only they could be bigger!", "my how you've grown!" , "only a little more weight" etc.... I shouldn't have to say this as expansion is already disallowed in this group...and yet I have to mention it anyways.

If you have any personal issues with these changes you are welcome to question them but they will not be changed. and if you have a problem with that you are welcome to leave the group.
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PffedUp Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2022
Lydia Loses Control Pt.2- A Queen's Binge “Holy - booooooourp! - shit, I haven't been this drunk since college!” Penelope watched gleefully as her petite boss slammed back just her second beer… clearly, she didn't go out partying all too often. The typically up-tight woman was wasted, and the two of them hadn't even ordered their food yet. It had been two weeks since Lydia had started “tasting” Penelope’s baking, and it was starting to become noticeable just how much she had been overindulging. Her hips were wider, squeezed tightly into her black skirt, her ass jiggling as she walked. Her tits were perkier, pressing up against the buttons of her shirt, slightly peeking out. Her face was slightly plumper, and her belly had an added layer of fluff. She was far from fat, but she was no longer skin and bones. Her extra small outfits were no longer able to contain her expanding frame. Lydia had her hair down, which Penelope still couldn't believe was as beautiful as it was. It swayed as she bobbed her head, slightly curved inwards around her nape and resting gently on her collarbone. Her brown eyes were glassy from her drunkenness, and her usual intensity was replaced by an aura of aloofness. Penelope was thrilled to see that her boss was already showing signs of losing control. The waiter noticed the two ladies sitting with their menus closed and made his way over. “Can I take your orders, or do you need a little more time?” He asked politely. Lydia swung her head to look at him. “Yesh - I mean, yes, I’ll just have the cob salad-” Penelope cut her off. This was the moment she had been waiting for. “Well, you know about the Queen Bee Challenge, don't you boss?” She asked slyly. Lydia looked at her, confused, so Penelope elaborated. “The Queen Bee Pizza? It’s huge and spicy with tons of toppings, drizzled with honey. That's where it gets the name. Anyways, if you eat all of what they bring you, the meal is free!” There was a glimmer in Lydia’s eyes for a moment, but she shook her head. “I don't think that would be wise, Penelope. We have to be back at the office in an hour, and it’s entirely - hic - too much pizza for me either way.” Lydia insisted. However, Penelope leaned in, whispering to her drunk boss. “Come on… we both know that you can pack it away. I'll even help you. What’s a pizza between two friends? Nobody has to know. Let loose a little.” Lydia furrowed her brow, pondering the invitation to pig out. The dealbreaker, however, was that whenever she was drunk, Lydia had a special weakness for pizza. She had told this to Penelope, who had in turn orchestrated the entire situation. So, unsurprisingly for Penelope, her boss shrugged and looked back up at the waiter. “Screw it! Lay it on us!”– HOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPP!!! BAURP!! URP- BRAAAAAPPP! hic- UUURP! Lydia was thrown back into her seat by her enormous belch, her hands covered in honey and cheese. Her face was a complete mess, as was her button-up. There were sausage bits resting on her thighs and on top of her cleavage, and on the table in front of her was an empty pizza pan. “I can't believe - hurp - we ate that entire thing!” Realistically, Lydia had devoured most of the pizza. Penelope had been shocked by her ability to fold two slides together, roll them up into a cylindrical shape and greasily glide them into her small mouth and down into her gut. She ate in a flurry of burps, hiccups and grunts, food flying in all directions in her wake. It was a true display of gluttony, and Penelope had a front-row seat. Lydia lazily wiped her hands on her napkin, which directed Penelope's attention towards her boss's bulging belly. It was inflating slowly out from under the table, gently spreading Lydia’s legs as it fought to make room for itself. It was still mostly trapped under her taut skirt, but the top of it was spilling around her waistband. Her slob of a boss finished wiping herself off and began to lean forward, stomach groaning as she did so. “Well, Penelope… that was fun, but I think it’s time that we head back to the office…” Lydia mumbled. Penelope was sad to see the binge end but knew that she was right. PLUNK! Both women were surprised by the waiter, who slapped another full pizza on the table… except this one was even bigger. “Um, you've got the wrong table, I think.” Penelope said nervously. The waiter checked his notes. “You’re the Queen Bee Challenge?” “Well, yes but we already finished ours.” “Ma’am, the challenge is to complete all five sizes of pizza. You just finished the small… you still have the medium, large, extra large and Queen size to go!” Both women turned pale. “So what if…” Lydia tentatively replied, not really wanting to hear the answer, “... what if we don't eat them all?” The waiter grimaced, clearly aware that the women didn't know what they had signed themselves up for. “You… have to pay for all of it, ma’am. 350 dollars… each.” The two women looked at each other. The concept of Lydia having any more food was comical, seeing as her belly was bloated to the size of a soccer ball. Penelope had not wanted to show it, but the two slices she had eaten were sitting heavy in her stomach, which was pressed tightly against her waistband. She reluctantly began digging for her wallet, but to her surprise, Lydia stopped her. “Deal! Lay it on us!” The bulging boss declared. Penelope choked on her words. “Boss is that really… I mean you can’t possibly-” She began. “I don't want to hear it! Shut up and - hicoooouuuurrrppp! - eat up… that's an order!” Lydia demanded with gusto, ripping a belch before grabbing three slices of greasy pizza and cramming them into her mouth. Penelope reluctantly took a slice of her own, and the waiter saw his cue and rushed to deliver the three other pizzas. Lydia simply gorged herself. She leaned forward onto the table with her elbows, snatching and stuffing any slice that happened to be in front of her. Long strands of cheese were strung along her thighs, and toppings rested on her expanding cleavage. She burped like a foghorn, hardly taking time to excuse herself before she dug back in. Her fingers became slick with grease, and her face was littered with crumbs. Penelope tried to pitch in when she could, eating two slices per pizza, but her boss was simply guzzling the fatty meal. After the first pizza, Lydia shoved the pan aside and began pigging out on the large without hesitation. She had four slices at once, two per hand, and threw her head back to slide the folded food directly into her pie hole. Her throat reached maximum capacity, but Lydia didn't seem to care… Penelope was in awe over her apparent lack of gag reflex. Lydia stuck the tube of pizza into her mouth and used her palm to push it down, and it slowly descended into her gaping gullet. For a brief moment, her entire throat was full of pizza. Her belly only groaned louder the more she stuffed into it. After the extra-large, her enlarged gut had fully emerged out from under her button-up, the extent of her bloating clear as day. She huffed and puffed, her overblown stomach rising and falling as the final pizza was placed in front of her. Lydia reached behind her head and tied her sleek hair into a tight ponytail. She leaned forward, back arched, folded the entire pizza in half, and then rolled it up like a huge newspaper. Then, without warning, she crammed the entire spicy pizza between her red lips and began to slide it down her throat. Inch by inch, the engorged woman deposited the cylinder of dough and cheese directly down her slim neck, which bulged like a boa constrictor. Penelope watched in shock as her boss threw her head back and used both hands to lower it into herself, her stomach lurching forward and beginning to inflate with every gulp. It began to press firmly against her shirt, and eventually burst the bottom three buttons. Bang! Bang! Bang! Finally, with her entire face caked with grease, the brunette dropped heavily into her seat, trying to cover her mouth but nonetheless released a rumbling- BHU- OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!! Penelope sat back as well, quite full herself. Her boss, however, was stuffed as tight as a thanksgiving turkey. She allowed her hair to spill back over her messy face, taking quick, sharp breaths as she moved. Then, both of her hands fell to her belly, and Penelope watched as Lydia literally shook the burps out of it. In a series of belches and groans, her gut deflated just a little… only to be re-filled with the stream of pizza still descending down her throat. “How…” Penelope asked in wonder, “...did you do that?” Her boss gave her a drunken smile and shrugged, unleashing another- BRRRAAAAAPPP! “Well… if I - hic - have to be honest, I'm actually quite - HOURP!- good at this thing. I used to be - HURP - OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPP! - a competitive eater.” Ooooohhhhh… Penelope thought to herself. That makes sense. “I don't know why I gave it up, it just didn't fit the lifestyle I wanted. The big suits don't like anything that looks like…” Lydia struggled to find the words before simply shaking her hefty gut and slapping her protruding ass. “Gotta keep the twins in between the buttons if you know what I mean.” Lydia continued, squeezing her tits together. Penelope bit her lip, trying to remember why she hated this woman. She was incredible! “Well… if you want to keep that old spark alive… which by the way, suits you quite well… we can keep these outings between us. Maybe even after hours? I still need some baking tests, so if you ever feel like indulging yourself… let me know?” Lydia pondered the offer, her sloppy hands leaving cheesy streaks along her taut, snow-white belly. Penelope couldn't help but love how fat her boss looked with her buttons burst… how gluttonous she looked with food covering her and her hair let loose across her face. She loved how Lydia was holding her gut like she was pregnant, soothing the growling, rotund blimp with soft strokes. Man, would it ever be nice to have somebody do that to Penelope own bloated stomach… Of course, she still hated Lydia. The goal was still to obtain ultimate revenge. But seeing the woman across from her, her gorgeous face almost hidden behind her giant belly, nearly overflowing from her overindulgence, made her think that the experience might have other benefits as well. “Sure, Penelope. I’ll - OOOOOUUUUURRRRRPP! - take you up on that.”...
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PffedUp Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2022
Amber's Bulging Burger Belly Revenge Amber hated her job. She flipped burgers, which seemed like it would be at least a little bit enjoyable, but in reality amounted to staring into a wall of heat for 8 hours a day. Her boss was a complete bitch, and would thunder around the restaurant while yelling at the teenage workers to put their hair nets back on (even though the chubby woman's jet black hair would routinely be down) her black and white striped employee’s skirt bursting at the zippers under the pressure of her giant hips. She wore black lipstick, too much eyeliner and always seemed to be eating company food. That's what pissed Amber off the most… the hourglass of a lady glutting away on snacks that she and her coworkers were prohibited to touch. Amber was a trim young woman. She was a normal height and weight, although her chest bulged out against the twin buttons on her uniform, often hiding burgers directly below her on the grill, they were so plump. Straddling her breasts was her soft, straight, deep red hair, which she freed from her hairnet every time she got the chance. Her face was very sharp, her nose pointed, with a dash of freckles. However, her ass was flat as a board, much to her dismay. Her striped skirt barely stayed on, needing to be belted firmly to her waist. It was halfway through a shift on a hot summer's day that Amber finally snapped. She was busy flipping burgers, as usual, her hair in tight pigtails in an attempt to cool down. For whatever reason, her boss was on a mission that particular afternoon, and upon spotting the busty redhead’s hair decided to sneak up behind her and surprise her with a scolding. Unfortunately, as she stood behind Amber, preparing to unload, the girl turned around with her head down and bumped right into her boss. One of Amber’s rotund tits made contact with the fries that her boss was eating, trampolining them over the counter and into the deep fryer. The machine began to froth and leak all over the counter and linoleum tiles, sending employees running for cleaning supplies. The boss, however, simply stared at Amber, who watched the mess unfold in complete shock. The fat cow of a woman unloaded on Amber, spitting as she spoke and even cussing her out once or twice. Amber stood and took it, still shocked about what had just happened. Finally, her boss stopped her rant, tugging her skirt down her girthy thighs. “In all of my years working at this restaurant, never have I seen a girl as incapable… as ditzy, as you. Always late, with a terrible attitude… and now you destroy a multi-hundred dollar piece of equipment?” At this point, Amber was growing incredulous. “But it was hardly my fault! If you hadn't been standing right behind me, I-” Her boss cut her off with a porky finger, turning red and preparing to scream…until her face twisted into a smile, a cruel idea popping into her head. “Well, since you hate wearing that hairnet so much, I’d say we should move you to a time where nobody will have to watch you shed into their burgers… you can work the night shift from now on!” The night shift sucked. It wasn’t just flipping burgers… you worked the drive-thru as well, on top of being the one to close for the night… at 4 AM. On top of that, there were barely any customers, so you would be bored senseless. Amber resisted, but it was final. Her boss had put her foot down. Defeated, she collected her things, preparing to return for the evening. However, just before she left, she saw her boss smugly walk over to the kitchen and snatch two greasy burgers off of the grill, taking greedy bites from each. At first, Amber was incensed, watching her boss pig out on her hard work… until an idea of her own began to develop, a deep, deep hunger for revenge growing in the slender girl's heart. – Mmm - hic - So… OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Fucking -hurp- good…. BRAAAAAAAAAP! mmmmmm - hic - yeah, fill my greedy- urp - belly. Amber sat in her boss's office chair, wrappers littering the floor and table around her. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail, her face stained with sauce and sesame seeds. Her legs were spread-eagled to make room for her newly bulging belly, which sloshed and churned as the increasingly greedy redhead devoured her fifth burger of the night, chasing it with an enormous extra-large sprite. She crammed the greasy food and fizzy drink down her thin gullet, mindlessly gorging herself. Her gut was rising like dough as she did so, ballooning up towards her tits and out from under her shirt like a blimp. Amber was devouring the food out of pure spite. She had decided that if her big, fat boss was going to binge on company food all day, she was going to help herself to triple the servings by night, grilling herself burgers, left to herself due to the absence of customers. Something had shifted inside of her… she was gaining satisfaction from her incessant consumption of fatty food, thinking of how much money she was costing the company just by pigging out to her heart’s content every single night. By the end of the shift, she had overblown her stomach out of her tiny skirt, creating a wonderful feeling in her expanded midsection. There was… pressure between her ass and her panties, a new feeling that she was beginning to enjoy. Letting her hair down, Amber sat down to complete the last two burgers she had prepared herself, guzzling them down in the messiest way possible, stuffing and bloating her engorged stomach until she was left with nothing in her greasy hands, and released one more thundering belch. Overwhelmed by her gluttony, and the feeling of screwing her company over, Amber decided that the next night she would fill herself up even further. And fill herself she did, gobbling as much food as she could at every chance she got. She would walk around the restaurant with her growing belly exposed, allowing it to bloat as far as it preferred. There were three sizes of burgers at the restaurant: the baby, the brother and the mother burgers. In her first week, she was stuffing herself with 10 baby burgers over 8 hours. By her third week, she was packing herself full of 7 mother burgers. She quickly decided to cut her hair to shoulder length, which let her be as slob-like as possible during her feasting, exposing her freckled ears and slightly plumped cheeks. She also stole a new size of uniform... it wasn't just her belly that was swelling. As she was usually focused on her round, sexy gut bursting out of her pants, she also found interest in another asset of hers… her ass. Almost every day it seemed like it grew another few inches, her once loose jeans further filling out in the shape of a pear every time she heaved them over her widening hips, becoming rounder and rounder as she sat on it and stuffed her face. She watched in delight as it jigged, and would bite her lip as her entire lower half would expand like a waterbed every time she sat down, creating an impossibly tight feeling in her waistband. Her gluttony was giving her the bubble butt she had always wanted, and it made her feel hot as fuck. Over the weeks Amber gorged herself full every night, never getting tired of the meaty burgers. To her, they tasted like victory. Her ass continued to thicken, eventually spilling out the sides of any pants she tried to put on. Her skirt began to resemble a sausage casing as her hips fattened up, and her stomach continued to expand in every direction. Most impressive of all was the progressive bloating of her bulging tits, which overflowed through any top she tried to squeeze them into. On multiple occasions, they would burst the buttons on her shirt during her feeding frenzies, as she only seemed to be getting fatter, and fatter, and fatter… and hungrier, and hungrier, and hungrier. By a month and a half of stuffing, Amber was double the size. Still retaining her slender face, neck, arms and shoulders, from behind she simply looked like a redheaded girl with one hell of an ass. From the front, however, her stomach hung right in front of her like a beach ball, constantly stuffed to the brim as she further indulged in her hoglike cravings. She would sit on her boss's chair and completely submit herself to a mountain of fast food, choking as she shoved it down her throat, her stomach making groaning noises as gas bloated her already bulging belly, her skirt zipper releasing as she shifted her haunches during her manic feedings. She would snatch the burgers and fries with porky fingers, shoving them into herself while moaning, eyes rolled back into her head and hair tugged tightly up into a ponytail (making her moan as it was yanked back while she ate) to make way for the gargantuan helpings. Every night she would waddle out of the restaurant and make it to her car, only to gorge on two more burgers and a drink that she took to go. Those were the ones that always caught up to her, surpassing her limit and bringing her close to overfilling, her gut spilling out of her shirt and her tits jiggling as a symphony of burps would erupt from her sauce-covered mouth. BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPP! HOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP! Hic- URP… mmmmm- Hurp! ooooooOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURPPPP! - oh my! She would massage her taut potbelly with both hands, allowing for more burps to be released and her belly to settle so she could drive home. On a run-of-the-mill, normal Wednesday, Amber received a call from her boss, telling her she would be returning to the day shifts. She had not seen Amber since she had demoted her . Amber arrived with a giant hot dog and milkshake in both of her greasy hands. She forced her way through the door, her hips thoroughly too wide for her skirt at this point. Her ass was perfectly round, her tits jugular, and both were inflated to epic proportions. She was not obese, but good God was she ever a plump, pampered young woman. A fat little piggy, living meal to meal... or binge to binge. Her boss couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Amber’s gurgling gut appear from the front door. The redhead waddled over to her, engorged from an absolute feast she had devoured in her car, and stood in front of her nearly bursting from the seams of her clothing. As usual, she wore her hair up and tucked behind her ears, and it was straightened beautifully. Her green eyes were underlined with purple eyeliner, and her lips were masked in a deep red lipstick. She looked like a supermodel who had decided to make a pig of herself; she was still beautiful, only now completely overflowing from her dainty frame. “I - urp - quit.” She simply. “You- you can't just quit!” Her boss protested. Amber shrugged her thin shoulders, making her chest wobble uncontrollably. Her ponytail swayed back and forth from the momentum, and the crests of her cleavage brushed her sharp chin. With a cheeky grin, Amber took her hotdog and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Using just the one hand, she threw her head back and slid the meat down her gluttonous throat in just one gulp, eyes watering as it filled every inch of her slender neck. After inhaling the greasy hotdog, leaving her lips glossy, she leaned towards her boss. Then, without warning, she gave her stomach a large slap. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Amber belched, her entire body jiggling as her stomach shifted, her ass tearing through the zipper of her skirt and her tits wobbling into her face. The freckled, busty girl sighed, hugging her bloated belly in relief. “Ooh. That one needed to come out.” She giggled, taking a chug of her milkshake. She truly had become conditioned to gorging her gut all day long. Her boss looked at her, shocked. Amber gave her one more look, before turning around, her hair swinging over her shoulder and hitting the black haired woman in the face. Her hips, which were now wider than her bosses, popped as she strutted out, and as she used her ass to squeeze her way out the door, she looked back at the incredulous face of her former employer. “The food here - hic - sucks dick anyways.”...
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PffedUp Featured By Owner Edited Apr 9, 2022


Johanna is a stuck-up fitness girl who rejects overindulgence, judging those around her in order to shelter herself from her own gluttony... until her friend Diane takes up baking. Suddenly, a surplus of sweet treats is testing Jo's ability to contain her lust for food...

How much will Johanna engorge her gut? How quickly until she balloons up like a beachball?? Click the link to find out ;) 

Johanna's Super Secret Sweet Tooth Pt. 1 (These greedy girls are the creations of @figayard... give him lots o love.) --- “Jo! Thanks so much for coming! I'm just finishing a fresh batch! Johanna entered the apartment of her petite friend Diane, who scurried back to the kitchen in order to attend to the cupcakes she was baking. She had just come from class, so she was somewhat done up; her straight brunette hair was twirled neatly into two braids, with a few strands loose at the front. They ran down her slender neck just past her shoulders and swayed as she moved her head. Her sharp, light blue eyes were complemented by some light mascara and her lips were pampered with red lipstick. Her dainty chin, button nose and sharp jawline spoke for themselves. Presentation was always a top priority for Johanna. She wore a pair of her tightest leggings, letting her ass and hips pop. Her shirt was stretchy as to fit over her chest, which jiggled despite her tight bra as she bent down to take her boots off. Diane ran back into the room, oven mitts on and apron flowing behind her. “Hurry up! I want you to taste them while they're hot!” Johanna watched as the tiny girl rushed back to the kitchen, and noticed that her friend's ass was bouncing a little more than usual as she went. Johanna was ultra-aware of things like that, and Diane had always been a bit greedy... Baking might just inflate her ass straight out of those pants entirely if she's not careful, Johanna thought to herself. Not in a mean way, but in a concerned way. One ought to exercise at least some self-control. Although she was only 5’5 (five inches shorter than Johanna), Diane always had the biggest personality in the room, as her wavy, shoulder-length black hair, dark blue eyes, big smile and juicy bottom half caught the attention of many. She was often disorganized and sporadic, so her newfound hobby came as a surprise to Johanna. Nevertheless, she had agreed to test some of her baking, even though she rejected the idea of indulging in fatty, sugary food... she was her best friend, after all, and she could put her rigorous diet to the side for an hour. Take a few bites and do a few extra pushups tomorrow. She followed Diane into the kitchen, which doubled as a dining area. She took a seat in one of the tiny chairs and watched as Diane manically prepared the cupcakes onto a huge flowery plate. With a huge grin, she heaved the batch over to the table and put it down with a clunk. “Here ya go! My very first batch!” Diane announced proudly. Johanna stared at it, the smell of sugary goodness wafting over her. There were 14 cupcakes, of all different colours and smells. 14. Cupcakes. “Wow. Why… Diane, why would you make so much? This is enough to feed a family of five. For like, a week.” Diane shrugged. “Once I started one flavour, I thought 'why not try another,' and then that turned into another, and another, and eventually… well, basically, they're all completely different. In flavour and icing and whatnot.” “Jesus. How long did that take you?” “Not that long." "So you're seriously telling me that you baked 14 different cupcakes in the same batch? Thats ridiculous." "It's not - look, are you going to try them or not? Stop being a tease.” “I'm not being a tease, this is just a lot of food. You know how I watch my diet.” “Who cares about your diet. Look at you! You're trim as fuck! You can take a bite from one of each, surely. You promised…” She said, giving Johanna a pouty face. Despite her iconic prissy attitude, Johanna could never bear to disappoint her friend. “Okay. Fine. You win. But you're crazy.” Diane squealed in delight and pushed the plate across the table Johanna took her time choosing and elected to taste a pink one. She raised it to her mouth, rolled her eyes in disapproval, and took a bite. The flavour exploded in her mouth, sending a warm feeling all throughout her body. She began to salivate as the treat blew every one of her taste buds out into the atmosphere. Johanna had never felt anything like it… it was like an orgasm in her mouth. “Is it... okay?” Diane asked nervously. “Okay?" Johanna exclaimed, her mouth full, "Diane, this is fucking delicious. I don't know if it's because I haven't had sugar in years… or because I missed lunch… or… or because… or...” Johanna slowly petered off as she lost focus, staring lustfully at the cupcake, licking her plush lips in anticipation. No. You said only one bite. But it was as she looked over to Diane, who was leaning forward in excitement as Johanna slowly began to move the cupcake towards her mouth, eyes lit up with pride that made her give in. “If you don't mind… if just gonna…” Johanna cut herself off by shoving the cupcake into her dainty mouth, letting the flavour overtake her once more. She used her whole palm to force the thing between her jaws, letting her devour on as much as she possibly could at once, scarfing it down in a series of muffled grunts and moans. Her braids flew about as she guzzled the cupcake, her eyes watering as she stuffed her mouth to the max. Finally, after quite the battle, she closed her mouth and slid the pastry down her throat. Attempting to salvage any dignity, she put her fingers to her mouth and let loose a small-uuuuurp. Diane clapped her hands and beamed at her friend, who had always been too stuck up when it came to eating. Seeing her succumb to her greedy side was a real treat to watch. All of the fitness and dieting… it gave Johanna an excuse to downplay just how much of a glutton she was capable of being. “Here! Have two! This one is caramel.” Johanna was sold. She snatched it off the plate and tore it in half, taking bites from either side, crumbs falling all around her. She sat up straight, allowing her to cram the food into herself with both hands at the same time. This time, the cupcake was gone in seconds. Diane went to present another, but Johanna beat her to it. “MORE!” Johanna demanded delightedly. She leaned forward and tucked into the plate, taking two cupcakes at once. Greed taking over, she engorged herself with the sweets, piling them into her mouth and choking herself as she forced down huge bites at a time. Her hair fell forward into the plate, and her face was covered in icing, but she was too busy pigging out to care. Her thin neck became so full that you could see the food sliding down her gullet, choking her pleasurably. Her eyes teared up even further, eyes rolled back as she gorged. Cupcake after cupcake she stuffed herself full, burping and moaning as her gluttony seemed to increase with every fatty chunk of food she ate. It was after the 6th cupcake that her belly began to push up against her tights. Her thick ass already filled the pants to their absolute limit, her wide hips tearing at the stretchy fabric as her gut surged forward. Diane watched, amazed as her stuck-up friend’s gut began to enlarge, slowly at first but steadily expanding outwards towards the table. The more she gorged, the more it ballooned, and the more she was forced to arc her back towards the chair behind her in order to give it room to grow. Her abs stretched out into a fleshy white orb, gurgling and sloshing in delight as she glutted herself full. Her tights began to slip down her rear as they were pulled forward, exposing her rotund rump that filled out her seat entirely, flattening like the pillow the more her belly swelled. The tall, brunette beauty binged herself until the plate was empty and then threw her hands towards her gut to give it a slap. In doing so, it shifted slightly, as taught as a drum. Trying to use two hands this time, she covered her mouth with all of her fingers but was unable to stop a rumbling and enormous- HHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP! As she unleashed the belch, her stomach widened forward, peaking over the table from under her shirt so that Diane could see it. Johanna unravelled her delicate braids and allowed her long hair to spill down over her exposed shoulders and pulled it behind her ears, in order to release at least some of the pressure in her body. Her ears were exposed, and they became flushed red, as did her face as she realized just how fucking fat she looked. She was entirely stuffed to the brim, her gut protruding sensually outwards, tights no longer able to contain it, rising and falling on the table as she focused on her breathing. All of a sudden, her chair felt much too small. She tried to sit up, but ripped another burp instead and fell back into her seat, the chair creaking under her new weight. She was stuffed completely to the gills, like a greedy little pig. To Diane’s surprise, instead of losing her mind, Johanna had a satisfied smile under her long hair, which had draped back over her face after the belch. Diane smiled. Her new hobby was going to be as fun as she expected: plumping up her straight-laced friend. Soon, Diane knew she would stop stressing over her looks and start to focus on the fun things. Like gorging herself senselessly. “S-so…” Johanna mumbled lazily, biting her lip as she caressed her overblown belly “after you roll me out of here... same time tomorrow?” Diane watched at Johanna, who sat engorged across the table, rubbing her overstuffed belly, food all over her face and tits, hair dishevelled and covered in icing and a content look on her face. “You betcha, sister. But you'd better bring an even bigger appetite tomorrow… and maybe some napkins too.”...


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Cynthia from 'mon? She's got a hungry side. Plumpinin incomin

Check it if u want. More in gallery/coming soon.

Cynthia's Growing Gluttony (Part 1) Cynthia could never have imagined that fame could feel so good. She watched as people gazed dreamily up at billboards, drooling over photos of her in her tightly fitting, iconic black outfit. It hugged her curves, her hips popping with swagger and her chest pushing up agaist the thin fabric of her shirt. Her blonde hair would spill over her snow white shoulders, and she would flutter her eyelashes at bystanders while puchering her lips to blow kisses. She was hot, and she knew it. Hell, she owned it. She would strut around Sinnoh, dropping jaws as she and her Garchomp obliterated any trainer stupid enough to challenge her. And the champions arena - oh, did she ever feel alive – defending her throne as the most powerful woman in the world and sending a message that she would be forever with every 10-year-old wannabe that she sent racing out of the building. Obviously, she never expressed this. Cynthia always acted kind and humble, and to an extent, she truly felt that alongside her immortal reputation, she would go down as a friend to all. Perhaps the only ones who knew of her sheltered pride were her Pokemon, whom she would rave to about her brilliance. Her Lucario especially put up with it when they would go on morning runs, of which Cynthia would usually quickly halt to buy poffins and sit on a bench to gloat. Now, hiding a side of her personality was not without its mental toll. With every win, she fought the urge to scream at her opponent to never come back, bow before her ultimate supremacy and hand over their Pokemon to an actual trainer. She routinely bit her plush lip. But deep down, she resented that even though she was larger than life, she was never allowed to parade it. That was until a buffet line was added to the Champion's League, right through the back door of her stadium. See, Cynthia raked in so much dough from trainers that the board members of Sinnoh decided to make a push to be the go-to Elite Four destination in the world. This included new furniture, light fixtures, automatic doors, elevators... but eventually, the building was renovated to perfection. So, to entice trainers to beat Cynthia, it was decided to prepare a banquet party before every champion's battle, just in case the trainer were to win. A bit overkill, maybe, but there was more than enough money to spend. Naturally, Cynthia continued to stomp her challengers. However, she began to reward herself with a celebratory cupcake after every win. She won on average 5-6 times a day. Soon, Cynthia began to eat more. After all, she was alone in the vast ballroom stocked full of greasy meat, a chocolate fountain, pastries, and poffins of every texture and flavour that money could buy. For most, it would be intimidating. But for the biggest woman in the world? Not a chance. The room would be replenished every day, erasing any signs of her indulgence, further inciting her to stuff her face regularly. Cynthia entered the ballroom immediately after her victories, hardly waiting to receive her cash. She would enter, slam the door, and snatch two cupcakes off of the table. With huge bites, she would guzzle both of them inter her small mouth and force them down her slim throat, nearly choking herself as she did so. I earned this, she would think to herself. This food belongs to me, and I will enjoy it as much as possible. Soon, the cupcakes would become appetizers. She would then hit the poffin table, grabbing and stuffing and grabbing and stuffing them in between her deep red lips. Her hair would unravel from its sophisticated curls into her naturally straight hair and drape itself down her back as she manically filled her belly full of the sweet goodness. At that point she would put it up into a very tight ponytail, exposing her elvish ears that would grow red with anticipation while she ate. Mmph... urp... mmmh... ouuuurp... mmph. It sounded like a pack of Munchlax attacking an Alcremie. Of course, she began to fatten up. Her ass was first, filling and stretching the seat of her pants to the absolute limit, the seams sliggghty tugging at the fabric, especially when she would plop down to engorge herself. Her tits rose like soft dough, breaching the crest of her shirts and brushing her chin when she looked down to examine the most noticeable feature: her belly. This was only because her rump and breasts were already prominent... her gut, however, was going from flat to puffed up like a pillow. Her binges would cause it to bloat forward, pushing into the clasp of her belt with a slight pinch, which she would ignore to feast. It began to give her back an arch, as her ass and belly swelled and would demand she either hike her leggings up from behind or yank her shirt down over her tummy. Either way, something she was wearing looked notably small. Cynthia couldn't care less. Soon she graduated from mindless snacking to a full-blown gluttonous meal after victories. Gorging herself on fluffy bread, then double fisting drums of meat and shoving the greasy food into her gaping mouth, Cynthia continued to fill herself out, her hips spreading and her face plumping. She wasn't fat yet, but good god was she ever thick. Gluuuurgle, her belly would protest. But she ignored it and pigged out on milkshakes, freshly made. She would throw poffins into them to get as much into her growing gut before she became full. Finally, she would guzzle a small cheesecake, two cupcakes, and a glass of chocolate milk before throwing herself into a leather chair, which creaked under the weight of her expanding cheeks, and let out a thundering OUUUUUUURRRRRPP!! Her pampered belly would lie on top of her thighs as she caressed it, giggling as she did so, allowing burps to release by unbuckling her pants. It would enlarge and spread until her feast had all settled inside of it, where it would stick out a good foot in front of her, churning and sloshing. She would lounge in her mess, sauce around her greedy mouth, grease and crumbs on her tits, stains on her clothing and her hands covered in icing from her undignified stuffing. Cynthia loved it so fucking much. She celebrated her unwavering brilliance in a satisfying, enormously rude way while slowly enlarging in all of the right places. Her appetite had replaced her pride, her gluttony not only for food but for pleasure, causing her to win even more games. So she could gorge herself even further. She was testing the boundaries of her tight clothing, plumping and expanding her body. Her love for pigging out, absolutely engoring herself, had replaced her lust for fame. She wanted to get bigger, larger, plumper, fatter... becoming a royal pig that didn't care how much she bloated and stuffed her spoiled little belly. However, she could never have imagined just how big she could make herself after her most titanic and first public meal yet: her 10,000 win celebration.Cynthia never could have imagined that fame could feel so good. Everywhere she went, she watched as people gazed dreamily up at billboards, drooling over photos of her in her tightly fitting, iconic black outfit. She would strut around Sinnoh, dropping jaws as she and her Garchomp obliterated any trainer stupid enough to challenge her. And the champions arena - oh, did she ever feel alive - not only defending her throne as the most powerful woman in the world but sending a message that she would be forever with every 10-year-old wannabe that she sent racing out of the building. Obviously, she never expressed this. Cynthia always acted kind and humble, and to an extent, she truly felt that alongside her immortal reputation she would go down as a friend to all humans and Pokemon. Perhaps the only ones who knew of her sheltered pride were her Pokemon, who she would rave to about her brilliance. Her Lucario especially put up with it when they would go on morning runs, of which Cynthia would usually quickly halt to buy poffins and sit on a bench to gloat. Now, hiding a side of her personality was not without its mental toll. With every win she fought the urge to scream at her opponent to never come back, to bow before her ultimate supremacy and hand over their Pokemon to an actual trainer. She routinely bit her lip. But deep down she resented the fact that even though she was larger than life, she was never allowed to parade it. That was until a buffet line was added to the Champion's League, right through the back door of her stadium. See, Cynthia racked in so much dough from trainers that the board members of Sinnoh decided to make a push to be the go-to Elite Four destination in the world. This included new lavish furniture, light fixtures, automatic doors, elevators... but eventually, the building was renovated to its limit. So in order to entice trainers to beat Cynthia, it was decided to prepare a banquet and party before every champion's battle, just in case the trainer were to win. A bit overkill, maybe, but there was more than enough money to spend. Naturally, Cynthia continued to stomp her challengers. However, she began to reward herself with a celebratory cupcake. After every win. She won on average 5-6 times a day. Soon, Cynthia began to eat more. She was all alone, after all, in the huge ballroom stocked full of greasy meat, a chocolate fountain, pastries, and poffins of every texture and flavour that money could buy. For most, it would be intimidating. But for the biggest woman in the world? Not a chance. Cynthia began to enter the ballroom almost immediately after her victories, hardly waiting to receive her cash. She would enter, slam the door, and snatch two cupcakes off of the table. With huge bites, she would guzzle both of them. I earned this, she would think to herself. This food belongs to me, and I will enjoy as much of it as I want. Soon, the cupcakes would become appetizers. She would then hit the poffin table, grabbing and stuffing and grabbing and stuffing them in between her deep red lips. Her hair would unravel from it's sophisticated curls into her naturally straight hair, and drape itself down her back as she manically filled her belly full of the sweet goodness. Mmph... urp... mmmh... ouuuurp... mmph. It sounded like a pack of Munchlax attacking an Alcremie. Of course, she began to plumpen up. Her ass was first, filling and stretching the seat of her pants to the absolute limit, the seams sliggghty tugging at the fabric when she would plop down to continue her binge. Her tits rose like soft dough, breaching the crest of her shirts and brushing her chin when she looked down to examine the most noticeable feature: her belly. This was only because her rump and breasts were already prominent... her gut, however, was puffing up like a pillow. Her feeding frenzies would cause it to bloat forward, expanding into her belt with a slight pinch, which she would ignore regularly. It began to give her back an arch, as her ass and belly pulled out from her frame and would demand she either yank her leggings up or pull her shirt down. Either way, something she was wearing looked notably small. Cynthia couldn't care less. Soon she graduated to a full-blown meal after victories. Gorging herself on fluffy bread, then double fisting drums of meat and shoving the greasy food into her gaping mouth. Gluuuurgle, her belly would protest. But she ignored it and pigged out on milkshakes, freshly made. She would throw poffins into them, in order to get as much into her growing gut before she became full. Finally, she would guzzle a small cheesecake, two cupcakes, and a glass of chocolate milk before throwing herself into a leather chair, which creaked under the weight of her expanding cheeks, and let out a thundering Ouuuuuuuurrrrrrrrpp. Her fattened belly would lie on top of her thighs and she would caress it, giggling as she did so, allowing burps to release and unbuckling her pants. It would grow and grow until her feat had all settled inside of it, where it would stick out a good foot in front of her, churning and sloshing. Cynthia loved it so fucking much. She was able to celebrate her unwavering brilliance in a satisfying, enormously rude way, while slowly growing in all of the right places. Her appetite had replaced her pride, her gluttony not only for food but for pleasure causing her to win even more games. So she could gorge herself even further. Testing the boundaries of her tight clothing, plumping and expanding her body. Her love for pigging out, for absolutely engoring herself, had replaced her lust for fame. She could never have imagined, however, just how big she could make herself after her most titanic, and first public meal yet: her 10,000 win celebration. Owowowowow... to be continued :0 A true cow in the making, amirite guys? More if this does good...
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cocoaberi Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2021  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hello Candy2021 and everyone,
I have not been on dA for a long time and decided I need to visit my groups.  I posted a pic and hope it is ok.  My work is mainly 3D art.  I love making plump ladies...I think they are so beautiful but not everyone appreciates them.  I enjoy making women of all sizes (since I believe beauty is in many shapes) but I lean more toward the plus....yadayadayada...I talk too much sometimes.  Thank you for reading.
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