I have a fantasy about gradual weight gain. Do you know Moshiibabii? It’s somewhat similar to her quarantine weight gain videos.
In my fantasy, we’re roommates—actually, close friends. We moved to a new city together because we’ve known each other since high school and thought it would be better than being alone.
I work at a good company, I’m financially stable, and I get off work early. You, on the other hand, are an unemployed streamer. I don’t mind at all—I’ve always liked you, and I’m happy to cover our living expenses.
Back in high school, you were on the football team, but lately you’ve let yourself go because of your obsession with video games. You started eating pizza, chips, cakes, cookies, ramen, pasta, fried chicken, sushi, donuts, burgers, tacos… and drinking huge amounts of soda. I don’t mind at all—in fact, I think you look even more attractive this way.
Your belly started to grow. At first, it wasn’t very noticeable—just a little softness showing over your waistband—but over time your clothes stopped fitting. You kept wearing your favorite pants, even though you couldn’t button them anymore. I loved it when you asked me to help you try to pull them up.
You also started smoking weed occasionally. When I got home from work, I could sometimes smell it in the air. Every couple of weeks, you’d have an edible, saying it helped you make better streams and be more entertaining.
Then you started asking me to order food—Chinese, Mexican, Thai, Italian—every Friday afternoon. You gained several kilos, and by then it was already getting harder for you to tie your shoes.
One night, while we were eating dinner and watching TV, you were so relaxed that you kissed me. I couldn’t help but kiss you back. It felt spontaneous and intense. Between laughter, food, and drinks, the night became more intimate, and we ended up on the couch, sharing that moment while you asked me to help you relax.
Do you like the story? I could keep going—this is a fantasy I really enjoy.
In my fantasy, we’re roommates—actually, close friends. We moved to a new city together because we’ve known each other since high school and thought it would be better than being alone.
I work at a good company, I’m financially stable, and I get off work early. You, on the other hand, are an unemployed streamer. I don’t mind at all—I’ve always liked you, and I’m happy to cover our living expenses.
Back in high school, you were on the football team, but lately you’ve let yourself go because of your obsession with video games. You started eating pizza, chips, cakes, cookies, ramen, pasta, fried chicken, sushi, donuts, burgers, tacos… and drinking huge amounts of soda. I don’t mind at all—in fact, I think you look even more attractive this way.
Your belly started to grow. At first, it wasn’t very noticeable—just a little softness showing over your waistband—but over time your clothes stopped fitting. You kept wearing your favorite pants, even though you couldn’t button them anymore. I loved it when you asked me to help you try to pull them up.
You also started smoking weed occasionally. When I got home from work, I could sometimes smell it in the air. Every couple of weeks, you’d have an edible, saying it helped you make better streams and be more entertaining.
Then you started asking me to order food—Chinese, Mexican, Thai, Italian—every Friday afternoon. You gained several kilos, and by then it was already getting harder for you to tie your shoes.
One night, while we were eating dinner and watching TV, you were so relaxed that you kissed me. I couldn’t help but kiss you back. It felt spontaneous and intense. Between laughter, food, and drinks, the night became more intimate, and we ended up on the couch, sharing that moment while you asked me to help you relax.
Do you like the story? I could keep going—this is a fantasy I really enjoy.
3 days
