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I feel called out for my tit-love <3
Jacob resides on F-list: https://www.f-list.net/c/jacob%20ross/
A continuation of this piece and its Fallout theme, of @bodycrafting ‘s OC Jacob, Ceran’s fuckbuddy and a tasty little twink that too has been “suffering” the influential affects of the chunkening Vault experiments. It’s an interesting experience trying to draw what a tubbying twink looks like in body, so good practice! I’m a sucker for all the bulgy bounciful curves and hefty lad-tits. B)
SO MUCH ELF. Doomsday does the pudge up right, y’all.
I needed to do some warm-up sketches of LORGER more extreme fats for some commissions on my plate, because it’s definitely something I don’t tackle often and don’t have much practice with. I didn’t have the patience for his tattoos or body hair, but a sketch is a sketch! A sketch of…man undulating stacks of fun-flub. ‘ ^’
Max Small’s tits are so extra <3
Part 1 of my Post chest workout 😏 (at Gold Coast, Queensland) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnwpCq9HH_L/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=sq1217l3aumf
GIVE THAT GOOD BOY ROCKS TO EAT <3
WIP of Dodogama from Monster Hunter World! I haven’t really drawn that many muscle-chub characters, I hope you guys like him!!
BUTTMAN “Go outside” is a pretty condescending way to give good advice, and “let people draw whatever they want” is the worst way to give the best advice. It’s not just a good idea because you are bothering somebody minding their own business and that- y’know, I shouldn’t have to explain why that’s wrong- but rallying against stuff on the internet that makes you angry helps build the foundation that that_thing_that_makes_you_angry exists on. It’s a lose-lose. Or a win-win for that_thing_that_makes_you_angry. Letting people draw what they want =/= condoning the things they draw. Making a call out post for something trivial* you hate results in three possibilities when people see it; 1. Neutral, nothing happens. 2. People like it, make it more popular with one more person, share it*, and start that process with all their followers 3. People get angry, share it*, and start that process with all their followers
As a flowchart;
The only negative outcome for that_thing_that_makes_you_angry is people not giving a shit about it. Worst case scenario for that_thing_that_makes_you_angry is nobody giving a shit about it. So yeah. Doing the best things for you, and responding to art you HATE by creating art you love is good for you and helps the thing you hate die in obscurity. Which is a win-win. Or a lose-lose for that_thing_that_makes_you_angry. * Trivial should be given an asterix, because I’m specifically talking about stuff that doesn’t interrupt other people’s lives in a traumatic way and/or breaks any laws. Outing someone as a sexual predator MIGHT (MIGHT!!) actually be protecting people; calling out someone for drawing a cartoon the wrong color protects absolutely nobody from anything. * Sharing it could also include reposing it in a positive light, arguing with you about it, or creating any sort of rhetoric that makes that_thing_that_makes_you_angry more popular, good for it, bad for you.
Ruisselait has a Patreon, and it’s important to throw many at him so we can get MORE QUALITY TIDDERS in the world!
I made a Patreon!
Hi everyone! I’d like to take a moment to thank you for your incredible support for the past year! I honestly never thought I’d get so many eyes on my artwork, the amount of likes, reblogs, retweets and encouraging messages I’ve received is unbelievable, this has been the most welcoming and loving community I’ve had the pleasure of being part of! Thank you so much again, and please look forward to more of my work in the future!
Ruisselait on Patreon
This post will go into detail about my Patreon, if you have any questions about it please feel free to send me a message on here or twitter, or an email at ruisselait@gmail.com.
My Plan - My goal is to create more, right now I’m working more than 40 hours weekly, I’m hoping that with Patreon I can cap my work weeks at 40 hours so I can focus all my free time and energy into drawing Bara!
Rewards - Most of my work will still be posted on here and on my twitter, the Patreon-exclusive perks are things I’ve been planning for a few months now, I hope you find them as exciting as I do! I used the month of June to see what was doable within my schedule, but I’m hoping to grow and add more things down the line!
Monthly Polls - Cast your vote in the monthly poll and decide who I draw next!
Early Look - I will start posting all my sketches, WIPs and rendered pieces a day in advance on Patreon!
Monthly Character Pack - Receive a character pack with at least 3 image variations, this will be a separate piece from the poll winner!
High Resolution Artwork - Gain access to high resolution images including lineart and rendered pieces, I usually post my work in the 1,000px range, but the high resolution artwork will be around 3,000px range.
Monthly Collectible Card - This is honestly the reward I’m the most excited about! This is a physical, 2.5 inches by 3.5 inches (6.4 cm by 8.9 cm) collectible card! I created all the infrastructure myself to be more hands on and make sure the cards I’m sending out are up to my standards! These are exclusive to each month, I thought that would make them a bit more special! Shipping is worldwide but some restrictions apply for shipping outside of the US.
Goals - I’m hoping that as I grow I can add more rewards to my Patreon, my goal for the foreseeable future is to add a second Monthly Character Pack, also I plan on also sending out commemorative Collectible Cards when I reach certain milestones!
Final Thoughts - I’m nervous and excited at the same time! I never thought one day I would actually take this huge step, but seriously I don’t think I could’ve done it without the love and support of everyone on here and twitter, words can’t begin to express how much I appreciate all of you!
And a big shout-out to @danddandd and @lionhardt for listening to me and giving me great advise! And to all of you who’ve sent me messages asking for ways to support me, thank you, those messages gave me the confidence to actually make this happen!
So if you like my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon!
Love how you do scruff and bodyhair <3
Can’t remember what happened last night, but butt is kinda sore?
Check out thicc’s stuff! Soon I’ll be able to expand my patreon subs and they’re definitely on my list!
$1 PATRONS CAN NOW VOTE ON WHO I’LL DRAW NEXT WEEK!!
More snacks for a good good Tori!
Belly Misoji !!!
Marototori on Twitter
https://twitter.com/marototori/status/969853222557896704?s=21
mint haired boy gets discovered as lover of the fatness; blond boy does the same
This thic baby. Look at those arms and quads!
Sometimes you gotta be a rebel and unsnap that onesie 😈
Tummy time in his new training pants 😍
MerCeran eats big, is big <3
In conjuring up another for-fun sketch as a warm-up (the last image), I realized that I‘ve inadvertently drawn Ceran-Serah (MerCeran) like a weight-gain sequence. Each new doodle is a testament to his gluttonous habits!
Love these hunks! Great pecs ‘n’ nips <3
Donny likes what he sees, and Sergei doesn’t mind showing him! A commission done for Robert of his Final Fantasy XIV boys checking each other out after a hard workout! And for any of y’all who are interested in getting me to draw you some hunky men, I’ll be opening up commissions again once I finish up with this current batch! (Should be soon! <3)
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What great animation!
“Gonna live in the pool!” Reposting this little gem since it was a LOT of work.
I sincerely hope Javi gets sucked into Kent’s lifestyle <3
Formerly Fit
Trigger Warning:
Non-consensual sex is a key element of this story and may be triggering for those who have survived sexual abuse.
Kent Worthwood was the most popular guy in high school, a total bully, and secretly a fag. I had the great luck of not only being Kent’s favorite victim, but also the illustrious role as his cum dumpster. He was a junior when I was a freshman, and I was the perfect target for him to unleash a constant slew of attacks stemming from his own internalized homophobia. He made my life a living hell for the two years we were in school together. He immediately noticed I was gay and disseminated this information to our entire conservative high school. He would push me around in the hallways, vandalize my car, and made sure everyone else followed suit.
Things got worse one night at a Homecoming after party. Everyone was drunk on cheap beer and as I was about to call a taxi home, Kent locked me in the bathroom and forced me to give him a blow job. He was much stronger than me and I was afraid that if I didn’t comply he’d beat me up worse than ever. Despite feeling afraid and violated I was also kind of turned on. I constantly feel guilty for the fact that to this day I still jerk off thinking about that night. After the blow job he said no one would believe me about what happened and that if I tried to go to my parents or the cops he would ruin me. I had no other option but to stay silent. Unfortunately, this one-off incident became a regular activity. By the time Kent graduated we had a solid routine. He would text me that he needed my mouth, and I would go over to his house. Each time he would be spread legged on the couch in the same position, surrounded by a cloud of pot smoke. I’d pull his basketball shorts down from his toned varsity track star waist and suck his cock until he came. Then I would leave. And no one would know.
I felt mixed emotions once he graduated and left town. On one hand, I was relieved. On the other, I missed his smell, the taste of his thick uncut cock, and that hazy room stinking of marijuana. I knew I had succumbed to Stockholm syndrome and that I was better off with him out of my life. Still, memories of that time would occasionally sprout up and send me into a masturbatory spiral of self-loathing.
I moved to New York City after I graduated to study graphic design. I finally got to spread my wings and date a variety of men who treated me with dignity and respect. I had new sexual experiences that made the memories of those strange high school years begin to fade. However, once I traveled home for the holidays they all came flooding back. It was a surreal experience returning to my hometown after living on my own for a whole year, but I figured that was part of growing up.
I was out shopping with my mom when I received a text message from an unknown number. It read: “Hey, this is Kent Worthwood from high school. I’d like to see you again if you’re in town. I live in the same house as before.”
My head began to spin. There was no way this was happening. I wanted to resist his beckoning but I was also intensely curious. Why had he moved back to town? What did he look like now? Was he following his dream of running in the olympics? Why was he still interested in me? Would his cock taste as good as in my fantasies? I asked my mom if I could go out after dinner that evening and she agreed. I texted Kent back and he seemed pretty excited that I would be stopping by. His language was so kind that I became suspicious and was struck with the fear that I may be walking into a trap. I knew I had to be cautious, but my curiosity was piqued and there was no way I could pass up this opportunity.
After dinner I took a shower and drove over to Kent’s house. I always found it strange that his parents were never around when I was there. I found it even more bizarre that he had moved back. I parked in front of the house and took a deep breath. I was unsure of what I’d be walking into and had even brought a pocket knife just in case. From my car I texted Kent that I had arrived and he replied that the door was unlocked. I slowly walked up to the front door, took one last deep breath, and turned the knob.
It felt like I was stepping back in time as I walked inside. The living room was so clouded with marijuana smoke that I could barely see. I could discern that the TV was on and playing Beavis and Butthead and that all of the furniture looked the same as it always had. I could faintly discern a figure sitting on the couch, spread legged, and exhaling a puff of smoke from a bong. I stepped closer and was utterly confused.
“Kent?”
“Hey, cutie. It’s been awhile.”
I was completely floored. Kent was barely recognizable. He had to have gained over a hundred pounds since I saw him last. His track star physique was long gone. From what I could tell he was sitting at about three hundred and fifty pounds. A giant beer belly filled his lap and poured into the space between thighs that were thick as tree trunks. Buoyant manboobs rested atop the mountain of fat protruding from his torso. His once chiseled features and square jaw had softened underneath chubby cheeks, scruff, and a prodigious double chin. His hair had grown long and was tied up in a disheveled man bun. Unless I was mistaken, he was wearing a pair of old basketball shorts from when we were in high school. The cellulite on his thighs filled the legs of the shorts completely. His T-shirt was similarly tight and left nothing to the imagination. It was also covered with food stains that traced the curve of his mountainous gut. Overall, it looked like Kent Wentworth had become something of a fat slob— a far cry from his high school days.
“I… You… look so different.”
“I know. Thanks for not calling me fat. I injured my leg in college and discovered that you can’t eat the way I do unless you’re running several miles a day. Who knew!” He chuckled.
“Yeah, uh… who knew.”
I didn’t know how to behave. I was used to him slinging insults and homophobic remarks at me. The last thing I expected was small talk.
“Hey, you wanna hit the bong?”
“I think I’m okay.”
“I won’t pressure ya!”
I nodded awkwardly. What was I supposed to say?
“I wanna apologize,” he said. “I bullied you a lot for being gay and I really regret that. I was under a lot of pressure from my dad to do well in sports and I was having a hard time reckoning with my own feelings… gay feelings, ya know. Especially with you. I was so attracted to you man, I mean fuck… but I guess you knew that.”
I tried to hide my fiery indignation. No, I didn’t know he felt that way. I thought he hated me and thought I was garbage. I was nothing more than a warm mouth for his bitter come. Although brimming with outrage and insecurity, I was still speechless and incapable of forcing words from my mouth. I simply shrugged.
“Anyway,” Kent continued, ”I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, Javi. Those were some good times we had, and I was wondering if you might wanna do what we did back then?”
I was angry and wanted to spit in his face and tell him how miserable he made me. I wanted to shout that I still have trauma from what he did. But being in that room was fucking with my head. My dick was already starting to get hard and I think I was getting a contact high. I stepped closer and noticed that a pizza box sat next to him on the couch. All the slices were gone except for one that had a few bites taken out of it. I walked closer until I was inches from the couch. I gazed at the changes his body had taken on. It was unbelievable the weight he had gained. Part of me was repulsed but as I stepped closer I could smell his intoxicating B.O. Without second thought I dropped to my knees.
“Yeah, that’s right. You missed this huge cock, huh you little faggot?”
I nodded in agreeance and began to tug at his shorts. I had to slide my fingers in between the fabric and his hairy dimpled thighs and was surprised to discover how supple and cushioned his legs felt. I don’t think I had ever touched someone so fat until that moment. Without standing up he lifted his waist up off the couch to allow me to pull his shorts off. The maneuver forced his chin deeper into his neck fat, making his face look like modeled pastry dough. It also made his T-Shirt ride up and reveal a furry belly covered in blazing red stretch marks. I yanked the shorts from his body and he plopped back down, causing his belly to bounce like a water balloon and the couch to creak as though it were on the verge of collapse.
His cock was already hard, but appeared much smaller than it had four years ago due to all the chub surrounding it. When we were in high school his erection would slap against his toned abdomen and point straight towards his face. Now his gargantuan belly pushed it forward, causing it to point directly at me. I put it in my mouth but soon realized I couldn’t create much friction with all the fat in my way. I pushed my mouth as deep as it could go, allowing my face to be encompassed by his belly, thighs, and FUPA. The familiar smell of his body caused my erection to quiver. He definitely had become smellier with all the extra weight on his frame. It was the same smell he had before, only intensified.
I realized my old cock sucking method was no longer effective for an overweight guy. To remedy this I lifted his belly up with both my hands so that I could better wrap my mouth around his member. When I did this I discovered how truly large his FUPA was. It was so big that his overgrown bush looked quaint in comparison to the stretch marks laying underneath it. I began to get to work, bobbing my head up and down as I held up his belly. My arms were beginning to grow tired so I sat back for a break. I noticed that he was chewing on the remaining slice of pizza while I sucked and I was surprised at this blatant gluttony. He seemed unashamed. After swallowing the pizza down he let out a large belch that smelled like Mountain Dew and cheese.
“No one sucks my cock like you, man. Fuck. Play with my nipples too.”
He lifted his belly so that I could slurp on his boner with ease while also diddling his man tits. They were soft like a woman’s, but also covered in hair. He began to moan louder and louder and I could tell that he was close to orgasm. His body began to tremble, sending his fat into a jiggling frenzy. He dropped his belly on my face with an audible plop and brushed my hands from his tits so he could take over. He pushed my head down with one hand as he began to pump his jizz down my throat. I couldn’t see because my face was obscured by all of his extra weight, causing my other senses to heighten. I could smell the distinct odor of the unwashed crease between his FUPA and belly, feel his sticky unwashed skin stuck to my face while soft fat bounced around it, and feel the come coursing through his cock and exploding into the back of my throat.
I peeled my face away when he was finished and we made awkward eye contact. He never used to look me in the eyes.
“Hey, you wanna stick around for pizza and a movie? I’ll make it worth your while?”
I declined and drove home. The house was dark and my parents were in bed. I stripped off my clothes and laid down. My cock was still hard as a rock from what had just transpired. I opened up my laptop and googled: “chubby gay porn.”
I love the idea that he MIGHT see this. Keep those reblogs going until he does <3
This man exists somewhere in my city. I saw him while having lunch. I am never going to see him again and he is never going to see this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Including a close up of tattoos because I did not risk carpal tunnel to have them hidden by shitty resolution. Much respect for real tattoo artists.
