I Keep Imagining Alex Likes To Wear Chi's Clothes Because They Used To Be Really Loose And Baggy On Them

I keep imagining Alex likes to wear Chi's clothes because they used to be really loose and baggy on them like that orange hoodie use to swallow them and hang down to their knees, but lately, omg lately, they've been wearing that hoodie and its like a sausage in it casing, packed so tight they can hardly breath, especially when Chi is stuffing them - which of course both of them can't resist doing ;) (btw love your art and all your OCs, especially Alex and Chi)

Love this! A little bf growing out of his big bfs clothes, too cute 💕💕

Alex has gotten used to being Chi’s little fatboy. 70 pounds of pure fat now pertrudes from his gut, wobbling and straining as he forces larger and larger portions of food. Knowing his feeder is so devoted to spoiling him endlessly with calories, he’s only developed a further greed for a heavier body. 

I wanna piece 😳😳

🥕carrot cake!! 🍰

Prince Bremen has recently inherited royalty under his mother, the new Queen of Whogivesafuck. Having come from a poor background, the new lavish lifestyle of living in a palace overwhelmed Bremen. The thing he enjoyed the most from this lifestyle was the hourly servitude of the faculty and chiefs that stocked the premise. 
Before his time in the Kingdom with his new Step-father the king & mother, it was a luxury to have a single filling meal a day. Now without any fear of running out of food, Prince Bremen spends his days shoveling food down his throat. The heavenly tastes of gourmet cooking and the tight strain of a full stomach engulfed him into a new life full of lustful bliss. In his room is where he feasts away from the other castle-dwellers, moaning and grasping at his packed gut. It won’t be soon before the consequences of these glutenous actions take their toll on Bremen’s waist-line. 
What do you think? Got any sketch requests you’d like to see? My inbox is always open ;)

Uhhhhhh what about Alex popping a button or something to that effect

something to that effect 

Night is when Bremen can strip free of his restricting royal garments and stuff himself silly throughout the night. Something about a painfully packed gut makes him beyond flustered. He lies moaning softly, heavy stomach protruding before him. After stuffing, even his silky pj’s start to cling to his expanding flesh. How much longer until he realizes the consequences of binging delectable delights both day & night?