r/paddingpals

“And do not forget that Uncle Marcus is coming to stay the weekend before he moves on…”

Uncle Marcus! Of all the relatives in their expansive family tree, he was the absolute last person Felix wanted to see.

Felix paused his summer coursework, the weight of his mother’s announcement sinking in. For years, Felix had harbored an extraordinary secret: he possessed hidden powers. Through rigorous self-discipline, he had kept these powers entirely concealed, even from his parents. His abilities were intrinsically linked to his emotional state; they remained dormant unless he was severely provoked. Usually a mild-mannered teenager, Felix only utilized his gifts when it was convenient and undetectable. However, interactions with Uncle Marcus presented a unique and volatile challenge.

Uncle Marcus was a man burdened by neither a filter nor a sense of self-awareness. As a high-ranking corporate salesman, he possessed a dominating personality characterized by several distinct traits. He shared his critiques without hesitation or regard for the recipient's feelings. Conversations with him were exclusively one-sided, leaving no room for interjection. He operated under the assumption that his corporate success made him the definitive authority on all matters.

Perhaps that is why he excels in sales, Felix mused cynically. People likely agree to his terms just to escape the sound of his voice.

“Mom, please tell me I misheard you,” Felix pleaded, walking into the kitchen. “He cannot possibly be staying here.”

Rebecca, Felix’s mother, released an exhausted sigh. She was acutely aware of her brother’s condescending nature, but her inherently gentle disposition made it nearly impossible for her to set firm boundaries. When Marcus’s upscale hotel reservation fell through—or rather, when he canceled it due to perceived inadequacies—she had capitulated to his demand for lodging, terrified of enduring his verbal chastisement.

“I am sorry, Felix, but he is,” Rebecca replied gently. “It is only for Saturday and Sunday. Then, he will be on his way.” In that moment, Felix’s weekend felt irreparably ruined.

Saturday arrived with dreadful haste. Felix watched from the window as a taxi deposited his uncle in front of their home. For a supposedly elite salesman, Marcus’s appearance was shockingly unkempt. His beard was completely unmaintained, and his hair stood in disheveled tufts. He defended his off-the-clock slovenliness by claiming his relentless work ethic "earned" him the right to absolute apathy at home. Today, this apathy took the form of a faded azure t-shirt and incongruous black sweatpants in the middle of a sweltering July afternoon.

Marcus strode through the front door, his eyes immediately locking onto Felix on the sofa. He offered a condescending smirk.

“Ah, Felix. Still struggling through summer coursework in the middle of July? When I was your age, I possessed the drive to finish my obligations by the first week.” Marcus puffed out his chest—a signature gesture of his inflated pride—and marched toward the kitchen.

Barely sixty seconds in the house, and the self-aggrandizement has already begun, Felix thought, bracing himself for the grueling hours ahead.

Felix spent the majority of Saturday actively evading his uncle. He sought refuge in the backyard to read, only for Marcus to follow him outside to critique the landscaping.

“At my estate, the hedges are manicured to the millimeter, and the floral arrangements are mathematically spaced. This yard would not even pass the preliminary qualifiers at a local garden show,” Marcus declared, puffing his chest before pivoting back indoors.

Felix gritted his teeth, forcing his heart rate to slow. The paramount objective was to keep his abilities hidden; a public outburst would result in a commotion he would never hear the end of.

Later, seeking solace, Felix retreated to his bedroom to play a popular first-person shooter. He was deeply immersed in the match when he sensed a presence. He jumped to find Marcus standing directly behind his chair, arms crossed in judgment.

“I recall the primitive version of this game,” Marcus noted dryly. “However, I abandoned such trivial pursuits to achieve significantly more important milestones in my life. You would do well to follow my example, Felix. Toss this in the trash.” He patronizingly ruffled Felix’s hair and exited, chest once again thrust forward. Not even Felix’s private sanctuary was safe.

The tension escalated throughout the afternoon. While preparing for a walk, Felix heard Marcus loudly disparaging the local park as an amenity strictly for "children." The sheer irritation caused Felix’s control to slip for a fraction of a second as he stepped out the front door. A sudden, localized burst of pressure erupted in his mother’s flowerbed, violently exploding the petals off a blooming rose.

Felix gasped, immediately practicing deep-breathing exercises to ground himself. After hastily disposing of the shredded petals in the waste receptacle, he continued to the park, continuously repeating his mantra: Only one more day. Just one more day until freedom.

Sunday approached its midpoint. Once lunch concluded, Marcus was scheduled to finalize his travel arrangements, call a taxi, and depart. Felix was exhausted from the relentless barrage of criticism, uncertain of how much more his frayed nerves could tolerate.

Unfortunately, fate had one final trial in store. Rebecca was running behind schedule with the meal preparation. Marcus, citing "critical executive matters" on his laptop, had arrogantly delegated the task of organizing his own airport transportation to his sister.

“Felix, dear, could you do me a tremendous favor and deliver this plate to Uncle Marcus’s room?” Rebecca asked from the kitchen counter. “He needs to eat before his flight.”

Felix’s stomach plummeted. He was prepared to offer any excuse to avoid another encounter, but the sheer desperation and exhaustion in his mother’s eyes silenced his protests. She was overwhelmed; delivering the meal was the absolute least he could do.

Resigned, Felix carried the plate down the hall. He found his uncle sitting at the guest room desk, typing vigorously on his laptop, still adorned in the same blue t-shirt and dark sweatpants.

“Here is your lunch, Uncle Marcus,” Felix stated evenly, setting the plate beside the computer. He turned on his heel, eager to escape.

“A ham sandwich on wheat bread. Accompanied by a meager side of potato chips. Is this genuinely intended to satiate me?” Marcus’s voice carried a potent mixture of frustration and his characteristic arrogance.

Felix froze. A familiar, dangerous heat began to rise in his chest. Maintain your composure, he commanded himself.

“I suppose I should commend my sister for her charity,” Marcus continued, completely oblivious to his nephew's rigid posture. “She is a kind woman, but her hospitality is severely lacking. I genuinely regret not retaining my luxury suite.”

Then you should have stayed there, Felix thought bitterly, his hands curling into tight fists.

“Frankly, I am not surprised," Marcus scoffed. "She is painfully gullible. She bends to everyone's will. One might even call it profound stupidity.”

A profound stillness settled over Felix. He was trembling. To attack his own character was one thing, but insulting his mother's kindness was an unforgivable transgression.

“Oh, have I struck a nerve, Felix?” Marcus goaded, turning his chair to face him. “Perhaps we should both go speak to your mother and inform her just how—”

“SHUT UP! DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT MY MOTHER THAT WAY!” Felix roared.
He whipped around, breathing heavily, entirely consumed by an unadulterated rage. The meticulous mental walls he had built to contain his abilities crumbled instantly.

Marcus merely smirked, raising a single, patronizing index finger to silence him. “Felix, let me educate you on—”

A deep, resonant bwwwommmpp filled the room. Marcus’s fingertip swelled dramatically, ballooning outward into a taut, glossy sphere the size of a small plum. He stared at it in bewilderment, rotating his hand in disbelief. Before he could speak, the pressure surged again.

Bwwwommmpp!

His cheeks inflated rapidly, stretching his skin smooth and tight. His lips were forced together into a strained pout as the swelling continued, puffing his face into a ridiculous, cherubic mask. His eyes widened in growing panic.

Bwwwommmpp! Bwooooommp!

The inflation spread like a living force through his body. Felix watched, stunned, as Marcus’s rear swelled massively, the black sweatpants stretching thin and shiny as his buttocks ballooned into two enormous, perfectly round spheres. The sudden lift pushed him higher in the chair. His hips widened dramatically, rounding outward and filling the seat while his thighs and calves thickened into tight, drum-like columns of pressure. The fabric creaked and strained, every seam protesting. Marcus’s chest was next. It ballooned forward in heavy, exaggerated waves, rounding into two massive, firm orbs that stretched his T-shirt to near transparency. The swelling forced his posture upright and rigid, pinning his bloated arms outward. His once-proud chest now dominated his silhouette, pushing so far forward he could barely see past it.

Bwoooooooommmpp!

A powerful surge erupted in his midsection. His belly surged outward with immense force, transforming from a modest paunch into a vast, perfectly spherical dome. The pressure was so intense that Marcus was forced to lean back in the chair, groaning loudly as the growing orb of his stomach pressed against the desk and pinned him in place. He flailed helplessly, his swollen fingers splayed wide, unable to grasp anything. Desperate moans and muffled grunts escaped his puffed lips as his body continued to expand. Every breath sounded strained and rubbery. His entire form was becoming smoother, tighter, and more spherical by the second—arms and legs sticking out like stubby appendages from a rapidly growing human balloon. The office chair groaned in protest beneath the increasing volume and buoyancy. Marcus’s spherical body began to tilt and lift, still partially attached to the broken remnants of the seat. With a final, violent surge—

Bwoooooooom! CRAAAAACK!

The chair shattered beneath him. Marcus, now a massive, taut, and glistening balloon of a man, floated upward. His spherical body bobbed gently against the ceiling, arms and legs wiggling uselessly in the air. He drifted slowly back down only to rise again, bumping softly against the walls and ceiling like an oversized party balloon.

Felix rushed backward into the hallway, pulling the door shut until it clicked. He leaned against the wood, listening to the soft *thud, thud* of his uncle ricocheting off the walls inside. He had completely lost control, transforming his arrogant relative into a literal human balloon.

“Felix?” Rebecca called from the dining room. “Is everything alright back there? I have your lunch ready.”

Felix glanced back at the door. Throughout the entire weekend, Marcus had loudly proclaimed his unparalleled problem-solving skills and superior intellect. Surely, a man of his corporate stature could figure out how to manage his own artificially inflated ego.

“Coming, Mom!” Felix called back, a genuine smile breaking across his face.
He walked toward the kitchen, ready to enjoy a peaceful, quiet meal, entirely free of criticism.

The End

under the shaper tank is a 5 pound silicone 5 month pregnancy belly and 2 small bags of water/glue on either side for love handles.

I've always loved big bellies and feel like such a freak that the bounce turns me on, but oh god i can't put it away for more than 1 day. I'm so glad i found this sub. i want this for real so bad....but my metabolism is too strong for now

Wish I had someone to chat with right now. Im drunk, fat... obnoxiously fat, plump and ready to be talked dirty to. Hit those DMs baby. If you can handle it.

Another day to push the limits and go to the point of bedbound. waiting for some new clothes to be delivered so I can try for even more.

Last photos are without hip padding

need to get a new suit would yall mind if I retire my black suit for a blue one?

There have been times where I've had to quickly cover up with blankets because someone walks in on me while I'm padded, sometimes I'm sitting there having a full conversation while still padded! Has anyone else gotten close to or even full on caught before?