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I just got a ref sheet for this gremlin if you wanted to do something with him!
December 28, 2025 at 9:36 PM
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Hey this idea fucked me up a bit so I wrote a lil drabble.

Hope you don't mind lol
December 19, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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New fic out!

A one-off story featuring Skarlett gifted by @goldendeus.bsky.social , and art from the very talented @rblxeevee.bsky.social.

I had a lot of fun writing this one. I hope you enjoy reading it as well!

www.furaffinity.net/view/63267798/
December 9, 2025 at 11:40 PM
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First chapter of my newest fic has been posted publicly check it out here:

www.furaffinity.net/view/62389334/

Thumbnail and collab art by the incredible @tukoshuko.bsky.social
September 24, 2025 at 3:14 AM
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> “sounds like a plan, big boy… just take me out to lunch first…” she cooed, winking at him. She pushed closer, wobbling her heft all over his cock and giggling drunkenly. She leaned forward and kissed his chest, then nuzzle him affectionately.    “or, maybe during lunch…? Up to you I guess. After all, you are ‘authorized personnel’. She crooned, giggling softly. Fresh need coursed through Nick, and his claws sunk into the fabric of her shorts. The bunny yelped as she felt him tear little rents into the words she’d just spoken. Warm, soft, pock-marked blubber welled up from the rents and filled his open palms. Neither of them cared about ruining the shorts. They both knew that before the buffet was over, she’d have burst out of them anyway. >“Careful, Nick… these contents are under pressure before too long, and, well…” >The bunny moaned softly into the cleft of his neck. Nick could hear Judy nibbling on her lower lip as she whispered… > “… it’s getting hard to remind you to handle me with care…”
April 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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> “not for a few months, at least…” Nick countered. A few more months of waddling her to buffets. Of watching watching her gorge herself fatter and fatter, inflating her diminutive form with lard. Of listening to her pant and moan, every time the word ‘burst’ crossed her lust-poisoned mind. Nick hated how much he enjoyed it. His carnivorous soul basked in the thought of fattening up his helpless little prey-piggy till she burst. He knew it was wrong to love it. He told himself that by getting her exercise and monitoring her diet, he was doing his part to stave off the inevitable. In truth, he was just drawing it out. He was having too much fun to let her explode just yet. > Unfortunately, he was alone in this endeavor… > “months? Oh cmon, baby… I bet if I keep eating, we could cut that down to weeks...” Judy purred. She turned and pushed herself against Nick. The fox gasped as a heaping sprawl of bunny-blubber poured out around his waist, swaddling his groin in lard. He couldn’t stop himself from meeting her embrace. His arms slid around her vast hips, sinking into the folds of her handles as he grabbed a heaping dollop of bunny rump in both paws. Judy gasped, then moaned. She moaned again as she felt his maleness stirring against her gut. She looked up, smiling dreamily as she blinked those gorgeous purple eyes at him. “… I can already feel the softness going away, yknow. My belly isn’t sagging as much… my ass is rounding out… my inner thighs are so swollen, it’s getting hard to waddle. I’m filling out, Nick. Getting ripe. I’ll be immobile in a week, and after that…” > Her body shuddered. Her eyes rolled, thick lashes fluttering as pure bliss played out across her chubby features. When her gaze refocused, her eyelids were heavy with the intoxication of bliss. > “… it’s only a matter of time before your tubby bunny goes boom…” > “f-fuck, Carrots…” Nick growled. He couldn’t help the throbbing need, swelling between them.
April 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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>The bunny's sizeable cheeks were hypnotic. Vast, quivering orbs that sloshed and wobbled with every waddling step. It folded over the backs of her hammy thighs and pushed up on her stacked back-rolls, making her whole body ripple every time they clapped. Her massive cheeks spilled out the bottom. They poured over the top. They consumed her booty-shorts, greedily pulling them into a pronounced wedgie. There was something written across the back of the spandex, but her greedy ass has reduced the words to half-eaten alphabet soup. > “ugh, these things keep riding up…” Judy grumbled. With about as much shame as the outfit would imply she had, the bunny reached back and stuffed her tubby paw right into her crack. Wet squelches echoed up as she rummaged around in her ass. It was hard work for the bunny. Before long she was panting and grumbling, fighting with the piles of blubber to extricate her own shorts. Finally she bent over, spread her cheeks with one paw, and dug the rest of it out with the other. She sighed in ragged relief as it came out. She smoothed the pants out, then hiked them back up her ass with a little hop. >the lion gasped as he read the words. Nick just cringed. He’d known what the booty shorts had said when he’d helped her stuff herself into them this morning. > “EXPLOSIVE MATERIALS: Authorized personnel only" >” I still can’t believe you wore that…” Nick grumbled. He’d watched her pick it out. Buy it. Put it on. He watched her walk out the door, and still he couldn’t come to grips with the bunny’s brazen broadcast of of her own fate. Logically, he understood the impulse. The doctors told them that part of the plague's viral cycle involved destroying the host’s inhibitions and cranking up their libido. Together, the combination ensured that they’d act on their growing sexual urge to gorge themselves to bursting. Part of Nick had been relieved at that, knowing Judy would at least enjoy herself as the virus ran its course.
April 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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>Nick looked down at the massive bunny by his side. A quarter-ton of lapine lard, waddling and wobbling as contentedly as a rabbit half her weight. he couldn’t help but gape at her body in motion, especially below the waist. >Her ass was nearly as wide as she was tall. A shelf of quivering flab has piled on to her rear, spanning from hip to hip. Love-handles stacked over the sides, forming an apron of fat that slapped off her thighs with every ponderous step. Every bouncy step sent gelatinous ripples up her hammy thighs, up to a billowing slabs of rump-fat. Her ass claps when she walks. Low, wet base-booms of blubber-on-blubber, dampened by the sweat that seeps from every inch of pock-marked flab. > “we’ll get there eventually, Carrots… if you don’t slow down, you’re gonna sweat through your new clothes…” Nick added. He couldn’t help but cringe as he looked at the state of them already. Judy's outfit would have been immodest on a female half her size. On a blubber bunny her size, they were downright obscene. A white crop-top hugged the female's fat-laden breasts, pushing them up into a semblance cleavage more pronounced than their modest size deserved. Her much less modest belly was hanging free, the cream-colored blubber folding like an apron over the hem of her red booty shorts. Nick's gaze clung to the whale-tail of her thong, jutting out from the back of it. Lewd. Shamelessly, unapologetically obscene. Just like Judy herself had become. >“oh please. You know I’m gonna sweat through them anyway, Nick… if not now, then certainly when I’m gorging myself. Either way, I’m sure I’m gonna be real wet by the time I’ve finished lunch…” the rabbit cooed, winking at her foxy escort. Neither one had any illusions about what she really meant by wet. The flush in the bunny's chubby cheeks told the fox that she was already horny. No surprises there.
April 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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Spent the morning with some incurable brain-rot for willing, eager popping written in a lighter tone. I didn't wanna start a whole story about it, so here's a little greentext instead!
>CW: WG, pop teasing, implied bursting (temp or perm left ambiguous) >a plague has struck Zootopia's herbivore population. It’s spread by contact with bodily fluids, and causes the infected animal to produce fat cells at a shocking rate >Side-effects include sweating, belching, sexual arousal, and weight gain. Extreme, irreversible, weight gain. >oh, and catastrophic detonation. >the plague, cheekily nick-named Preypop, spreads like mad. Even if you manage to keep from touching the sweaty blobs waddling their way from buffet to buffet, its only a matter of time before some lard-blimped prey animal detonates in a public area and gets all over you. >Not every infected animal explodes. Some are lucky and only gain a bit of weight. Some plateau at a a half-ton, and consider themselves blessed that immobility is all they lost. Bigger animals tend to make it out just fine. Smaller herbivores though? They’re not so lucky. Anything smaller than a deer is more likely than not to end up exploding in a shower of wet lard. >if you’re as small as a bunny, your fate is sealed the moment your tummy starts to growl…  >”cmon, Nick! Buffet opens in 10 minutes. We gotta get there before all the booths are taken!” Judy Hopps tugged on Nick's paw, yanking him along. She tried to give him an exasperated pout, but it doesn’t last long. The excitment in her eyes bled into her frown, turning it into a dimpled grin. She’d been waiting all day for this. The dozen pancakes he cooked her for breakfast barely made a dent in the bunny's endless hunger. Little more than a light snack for her, to tide her over until the buffet opened up. “I’m coming, I’m coming…” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as she yanked his arm again. It’s shocking how quick the little bunny is. Nick figured she’d lose that pep in her step after the diagnosis. He’d assumed it would go away after the first couple hundred pounds. But here she was, still as bouncy and bubbly as she always was. even clocking in at 500 pounds
April 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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Here's my Salazzle gal!
Fenna the Salazzle. Very fat, with team GAIN style clothes
March 20, 2025 at 3:37 AM
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March 17, 2025 at 12:32 AM
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New fic is up!

This one is dastardly. Fenna the Salazzle gets a first row seat to some astounding debauchery in the depths of some forgotten Team GAIN laboratory.

Tags at the top, but here's a lil preview as usual.

Also, there's some collab art! Link in 🧵

www.furaffinity.net/view/59934723/
‘Keep feeding, my darling Meat. Feed… swell… grow fatter…’ Lina's words were a caress upon her clouded mind. A fae light in the dim gloom of her thoughts, guiding her on this endless path of bliss. Fenna followed. Fenna obeyed. The Salazzle’s muzzle wrapped tight around the feeding tube. Her head bobbed slowly, keeping time to the languid beat that pulsed through the thick tube. Pulsing. pumping. Filling her fatter with every swallow… *ULP, ULP, ULP* ‘good Meat… obedient Meat… you’ve grown so fat for mommy…’ Lina purred into Fenna's head as the lizard’s dim-lidded eyes pored over her body. Over all of her body. All of her sweet, corpulent meat. The lizard’s weight was measured in tons. Thousands upon thousands of pounds of soft, squishy blubber. Too much. Far, far too much for her body to handle. Too much ass billowing out behind her, lard-caked cheeks pinned to the ground like a couch made of lard. Too many rolls clogging her legs, burying knees and ankles in hills of flab. Too much lard, pinning her arms down on the heaps of rolls that stacked up from love-handles to arm-pits. A weight beneath which no movement could be possible. She couldn’t walk anymore. Couldn’t feed herself anymore. Couldn’t even move, save for the occasional twitch of one lard-bloated paw or foot-pad. But that was okay. After all, Fenna was meat. Meat didn’t need to move, or think, or do anything else that required effort. Meat just needed to get bigger. Meat needed to grow fatter. Fenna was meat, and so that is what Fenna would do…
February 19, 2025 at 4:28 AM
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New fic is up!

Dan Da Dan fanfic about a certain old cat lady who wants your weenie. Heres a lil preview. Go check it out!

www.furaffinity.net/view/59820761/
“leave me alone.” You hiss through your teeth. Your eyes dart around the carriage in a panic, scanning for any reaction to the cat’s words. A glimpse of any reaction from the other commuters. Or, gods forbid, any other spirits. You see neither. Just a bunch of bored-looking pedestrians, riding the same train to work as you are. Too tired or too desensitized to to even wonder what you were doing with a porcelain Lucky Cat perched on your lap. At least, that’s what they saw. Only you could see the succubus that the cat truly was. “I want it, human. Now.” That shrill, grating voice pipes up. You stifle a gasp as the pillowy weight across your lap begins to shift. Smothering warmth, sliding gently back and forth over your thighs, pushing close to your waist. You shoot a panicked look down, and see the rounded white face of a Lucky Cat smiling up at you. But this was not the calming grin you’d expect on the counter of shop, hinged paw waving robotically at you. The porcelain grin was quirked up at a wicked angle, furrowed lines around her gleaming black eyes. Those eyes bore into you. Drink in your weary exasperation, delighting in the suffering her words caused. And beneath that? The lewdest body you, specifically, could imagine. “p-please… n-not right now…” your voice gains a pleading edge as your eyes slide down past her soft shoulders. Down, to that body. Those curves. The feline was only three feet tall, but oh gods, what she carried on that frame. Soft, doughy, obscenely shaped corpulence rounded her. Hips; nearly as wide as she was tall. An ass that poured out behind her, folding over your trembling knees. Supple fat-folds bunched on her spine as she arched her back, pressing pillowy breasts the size of her head into your diaphragm. She sees you looking. She wants you to look. She presses her arms together, pushing up her massive breasts into jiggly cleavage. Atop the quivering udders, the oversized gold coin attached to her collar bobbles like a ship at sea
February 9, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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POV: you're about to get very, very round.

Thanks @nondelismell.bsky.social for the awesome sketch of Cass!
Cass reaching forward with arms and tendrils, speaking "Let's have some FUN..."
January 1, 2025 at 6:04 PM
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Heavily biased for obvious reasons.

(Thanks again for hosting that giveaway!)
December 30, 2024 at 12:35 PM
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Wrote a greentext outline for a ZZZ fanfic I'll probably never get around to writing, so enjoy I guess
>Qingyi and Jane Doe are at a seedy restaurant. >something is wrong with Qingyi. Her android body is acting up, and has been for weeks. She's gaining weight like crazy, and her libido is sky-high >Jane Doe is enthralled by it. She's being an absolute domme feeder to the helpless Qingyi, who's whimpering as she gorges helplessly >the wait staff seem in on the whole ploy. Bringing buckets of food to the table, feeding Qingyi like mad at Jane's implore >as things reach a crescendo, the waiter leans in and whispers something inaudible to Jane. Jane nods wickedly, and a massive milkshake arrives. Qingyi is basically forced by her own demolished willpower to drink it, whimpering and burbling. >she finishes, sets it down, and then... >"sample secured. You're all under arrest" >PubSec bursts in and arrests everyone. It's revealed Jane and Qingyi were playing undercover roles to bust a drug ring for drugs that cause euphoria, arousal, and appetite stimulants Part 1 end >part two, the two are back at Jane's apartment >Jane professes that she was sort of into that role, and asks how Qingyi got a body that was so chubby for the mission so quickly >Qingyi sheepishly professes that this *is* her real body. Or, at least, the body she uses when she's not on duty. >turns out it's something called a BlissDoll, a pre-Hollow sex robot body that is built to feel pleasure >the pleasure caused her to not like to move too much, and to eat a lot. She's slowly getting fatter in secret for months. >Jane doe is intrigued, and sets to exploring her bodys "functions"
December 25, 2024 at 2:44 AM
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New post is up! In anticipation of @garuda-six.bsky.social 's upcoming art pack, I've uploaded the first chapter of my included novel! Give it a look, and read the full thing when it releases 12/25!

www.furaffinity.net/view/59262671/
And by Arceus... this was an Eden. Pat stared, muzzle hung agape at all she saw before her. The clearing was breathtaking. Godrays of golden sun shot down onto a village out of a storybook. Open tents and high canopies of white fabric rustled in the wind, providing a shimmering backdrop for the sprawling meadows of bright flowers that turned the ground at their foot-paws into a gorgeous rainbow. "Its... beautiful..." she gasped. "It's home." He responded simply. His shrug was nonchalant enough, but the smile tugging at the corners of Blume's rounded muzzle spoke to just how happy he was to say so. "Come; let's meet the others..." He guided her forward, into the paths formed between the seemingly haphazard spread of tents. Pat's marveling turned its focus from the tents, towards its denizens. Scores of Goodra milled about the place. Each one was as unique as the flowers through which they plodded. Some where colored as Blume was, but many had the yellow coloration of shinies. More still had flesh colored even stranger; oranges and blues and greens, where she would only expect purple and beige. For all their diversity in color, they all shared one trait in common with Blume: they were all very, very fat. Even the smallest of them were much wider and heavier than Pat. Many struggled to walk, laboriously waddling their immense bulk from tent to tent, bellies slapping off knees and hammy thighs chaffing together. The entire village was full of huffing, panting, and the soft sounds of syrup-slick blubber slapping and squelching all over their corpulent frames. Pat was aghast. Even for a Team GAIN member, the sheer size of some of these Goodras was jaw-dropping. Such gratuitous corpulence would be seen as shocking anywhere else. Here, though? Here it seemed natural. It seemed almost... expected? "Oh, is that you?!" A female Goodra gasped, then waddled up to them. A yellow one, with a white tummy and red gems down the length of her tail. She was shorter than Blume. Nearly around Pat's own height, in fact. Though she was... wider. A lot wider. Her waist was twice Pat's own ample curvature, with an bountiful spill of gut-blubber oozing out between her rounded hips. Atop the wobbling bulge, a pair of meaty udders strained against the taut fabric of her top. Pat found herself staring, and none too respectfully. This Goodra's tits were huge. As big as her head and impossibly swollen, so much so that Pat worried about the girl's discomfort. Her top was certainly more than tight enough. Her paltry loinclothes did little to hide her heft. Instead they accentuated the deep well of her cleavage and the... oh Arceus, her massive nipples. Her dark brown areolas were plain as day beneath the tight cloth. The thick, girthy protrusions strained her top and sagged beneath their own heft. They were massive. They were bovine. They were... Getting closer...? "Mmppfff!" Pat suddenly found herself buried to the muzzle in the female's cleavage. The sudden bear-hug enveloped her into the wall of breasts and belly Syrupy flesh once more drenched her face and filled her lungs with sweetness as the Goodra squeezed her tight.
December 22, 2024 at 9:42 PM
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December 9, 2024 at 7:49 PM
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New fic is up! This one is pretty depraved, so heed the tags.

Here's a lil snippet featuring @garuda-six.bsky.social's OC Tavi, watching as everyone's favorite Umbreon @jennysmallergod.bsky.social growing nice & ripe. What happens next? Read more to find out...

www.furaffinity.net/view/59103061/
“Mmppphh…” a soft, desperate whimper graced Tavi's ears. A whimper, then a groan. Tavi looked over, head craning with difficulty thanks to her blubber-clogged neck. Across from her pen, another female fed. Her name was Jenny. Tavi had never talked to her before, of course. The tubes left no room for speech. But she could read the name, scribbled hastily on the Umbreon's glass cell with black marker. Jenny. That name was the only thing left of who the Umbreon once was. Now? Now, her name didn’t matter. Jenny wasn’t Jenny anymore. Jenny was Feed.  The Umbreon across the hall was a bloated, quivering orb. Massive, corpulent, the poor female filled her glass cell from wall to wall with black-furred flesh. She must have been nearly a dozen feet from end to end. But Jenny was not soft with layers of sloughing flab, spilling out like Tavi. No. Jenny was engorged. Her body pumped full of meat, pound after pound, until the sheer volume of it buried almost any trace of the female she had been. And it was meat. Not fat, not blubber, but meat. Liquid, fatty meat. It blimped her arms and legs into spherical cones. It swallowed her tits, until they were little more than bulges across the rotund frame of her body. It turned her neck into a tire of lard, until the poor female could no longer move her head even an inch. Meat. Pumped full of it. Pumped turgid with it. And pumping bigger and bigger, still…
December 8, 2024 at 6:58 PM
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Its that time of year, yall!

Garuda's Art Pack is coming, 12/25. In addition to dozens of works from artists you love, there will be an exclusive novel from me!

Yes. Thats right. A whole novel.

To get yall hype, here's 🎨 from the big man himself @garuda-six.bsky.social of my Salazzle, Fenna!
A very fat Salazzle with a very round mound. She has pink hair and a black latex getup on Dialogue is "Cass, Darling? Be a dear and fill me up. I just lost my clothes and it's unbecoming of me to be so small. Come and claim your prize my love."
November 25, 2024 at 2:26 AM
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"We've been at this for hours, you know. Over an hour since I said you could stop. And yet here you are, still gulping away like a hog. Don't you think you're pushing your luck, piggy? I can feel it. I know you can feel it, too. You're getting awfully full... dangerously full..."

(1/2)
Massive, immobile anthro Snorlax being force-fed slime by a shiny Salandit in a team Rocket uniform
November 23, 2024 at 4:57 AM
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Was struck by some very particular inspiration and wanted to write about a certain cat granny from Dan Da Dan.

I might turn this into a full story down the line, but for now you all can enjoy the sloppy intro I wrote in a fugue state this morning.
Turbo Fanny (Dan Da Dan fanfic) Early in life, you had discovered it in yourself. The Sight. The curse. The ability to see into the realm of the spiritual. It had been a terrifying experience, to grow up with the ability. To see into the other side, and find the unknown and unknowable lurking all around in broad daylight. It was an abyss of madness. An abyss that could gaze back, turning its malicious attention back upon the viewer. You learned early on that to survive, you needed to feign the ignorance of the masses. Stare through the horrors that drifted through the world around you, lest your abilities become noticed by them. Lest they realize you, by ‘gift’ of your sight, could become a target of their wicked machinations. It was a clever ruse. It should be, considering you’d spent your whole life practicing it. Still, you weren’t so dumb as to not accept facts. Your life was based on a gambit. Perched upon a precipice, where one wrong look could invite the horrors in to destroy your body and mind. You’d long since accepted that eventually, the spirits would win. That one's attention would be on you, and your life would be over. You had not, however, predicted this. “Give me your weenie.” Said the cat, sitting on his lap. Well, sort of a cat. “leave me alone.” You hiss through your teeth. Your eyes darted around the packed carriage in a panic, scanning for any reaction to the cat’s words. A glimpse of any reaction from the other commuters. Or, gods forbid, any other spirits. You saw neither. Just a bunch of bored-looking pedestrians, on the same train to work as you were. Too tired or too desensitized to to even wonder what you were doing with a lucky porcelain cat perched on your lap. At least, that’s what they saw. Only you could see the succubus that the cat truly was. “I want it, human. Now.” That shrill, grating voice pipes up. You stifle a gasp as the pillowy weight across your lap began to shift. Smothering warmth, sliding gently back and forth over your thighs, pushing close to your waist. You shoot a panicked look down, and see the rounded white face of a lucky cat smiling up at you. But this was not the calming grin of a lucky cat. The porcelain grin was quirked up at a wicked angle, furrowed lines around her gleaming black eyes. Those eyes bore into you. Drink in your weary exasperation, delighting in the suffering her words caused. And beneath that? The lewdest body you, specifically, could imagine. “p-please… n-not right now…” your voice gains a pleading edge as your eyes slide down past her soft shoulders. Down, to that body. Those curves. The feline was only three feet tall, but oh gods, what she carried on that frame. Soft, doughy, obscenely shaped corpulence rounded her. Hips, nearly as wide as she was tall. An ass that poured out behind her, folding over his trembling knees. Supple fat-folds bunched on her back as she arched her back, pressing pillowy breasts the size of her head into his diaphragm. “that is not for you to decide, human.” she sneers. She pushes close, soft curves spilling over you. You put your hands on her supple thighs as they press around your own. You try to gently push her away, but she’s stronger than she looks. She clings to you, and all your succeeded in is caressing her legs. Bad move. Porcelain flesh, now warm and supple, smoother than skin upon your fingers. Your cheeks grow flushed, breath catching. She notices. Her smile widens. “I want your dick. Give it to me.” “We talked about this. Remember what I said about boundries, Tababa?” Your tone goes too loud, and catches an errant glance. That shuts you up real quick. It does not, however, discourage the wicked cat. No surprise there. Nothing ever does. You pull your eyes away, but not before receiving a side-eyed glance and a wicked little snicker. Tababa, she called herself. Your first failure. She’d caught you gaping at her one day on the street, and well… that had been that. She’d found a fixation in you. Followed you home, griping about weenies and spiritual energy and mortal obligations. You’d thought yourself lucky. Surely, in a world of building-sized crabs and sharp-fanged demons, a tiny little porcelain cat couldn’t be too wicked. Then you’d woken up with her on top of you, her soft body built exactly like the standee of the ero-game character on your dresser. You hadn’t stood chance. “we had a deal. I’ll give you, err, what you want, and in exchange you leave me alone while I’m at work.” You whisper to the shortstack feline, who rolls her eyes. The wicked succubus had become a permanent and very unwelcome fixture in your life these past few months. She would tag along through your day, teasing you with this impossibly lewd body, demanding you satisfy whatever wicked hungers she was feeling. Usually, that meant sex. Lots of it. You already rutted her every night, holding her down and giving her back an entire day’s worth of teased-out desire. But she was insatiable. She grew more and more needy with every taste of him. Wherever, wherever she could get it. You’d bent her over the breakfast table this morning, just to hump a concession out of her. “you agreed, remembering? Aren’t spirits like you bound by oaths, or something?” Hababa scoffed. “There are no bonds you could forge, strong enough to hold me, mortal. Not unless I wished to be bound…” her muzzle cricks up into a wicked little smile again, bordering on flirtation. She slides her paws behind her back, miming handcuffs, and grinds herself against you with languid ease. Oohhhh, gods. The porcelain demon might have been a spiteful little creature, but she wasn’t dumb. The porcelain demon might have been a spiteful little creature, but she wasn’t dumb. She had learned very quickly the power flirtation had over you. Now, she employed it to full effect. She angled her thighs back and forth, leaning forward do that he could see the full shelf of her doughy rear behind her. Her tail wrapped around the wrists of her paws, then yanked herseld downward into his lap. Miming exactly the sort of rough housing he had partaken in this morning. “hmmm…” she purred softly, nibbling her lower lip. Remembering the same, no doubt. The red circle on her head lifted like the rising sun as she gazed up at him. “besides, we are not at your job, yet… “We. Are. On. The. Train.” You growl back. More people glance in your direction, but you ignore them. At that moment, it was easy to ignore everything. Everything, except her. The weight of her. The softness. The burning heat of her desire, bare and wet against your slacks. You don’t even realize your hands gently crawling up her thighs, sinking into the bare flesh of her meaty rump where it folded over her thighs. Her knowing eyes flash. She thinks she’s won. She has won. But not yet. You lean in, snarling, “if I get arrested for public indecency, they’re not gonna let me keep a certain porcelain doll in jail. Especially if I do what you want to it.” “You’ve nearly made a compelling point, human.” she purrs, her grin positively predatory. She slides a gentle paw up your neck, paws just barely extended enough for you to feel their sharpness as she pulls your chin down. “now finish making it.” “Bathroom in two stops. About a minute, tops.” You speak gently. “I’ll be late to work,  but it’s better than the… distraction.” Your eyes take another trip up and down her voluptuous frame. Your aching need tightens your pants, making you bite back a growl. She feels you beneath her. A soft gasp escapes her lips, followed by a jarringly feline purr. “good boy…” she whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck
November 19, 2024 at 2:08 PM
corpulency.bsky.social
Oops teehee
BeeJenn “You feeling alright? Can I get you anything? More honey, perhaps?” Jenny cooes softly, a look of concern on the bee-girls face. Her one set of arms is clasped subserviently before her. The other pair is resting on your massive, creaking belly. “M-more?! No, please, no mo-“ *ooOORRRP* Your protest turns to a wet belch, smattering honey down your swollen chins. You look at her soft pout, then down at yourself. Oh gods, soooo much of yourself. Your belly juts out before you, a massive orb of red fur. It’s as big as you are. Stuffed, swollen, smeared all up and down with amber syrup. Your paws press gingerly against the sides of your own pelt. Beneath your pads, you can feel the tightness. The ache. The lack of give. Last week, you’d been softer. All the fat you’d gained had been more pillowy and pliant. Now the taut, bare flesh is glistening pink beneath the thinning pelt. You’re running out of room. And she wants to give you more. “Are you sure? Your tummy has been rumbling…” Jenny added, her insectoid brow furrowing. Her digits drew gentle lines across the red stretch-marks, making you shudder with helpless bliss. The bee girl smiled as she watched your eyes flutter, your teeth bite back the moan on your lips. She knows what you like. Gods damn her, but it’s her fault you like it so much. You know that. Still, you sigh into her touch as she pushed forth to embrace your belly. She purrs softly and kisses the creaking smear of your navel. Breath hot on your pelt, she purrs. “… we have to keep your brood fed, my little queen bee…” “Nuh… hnnn…” no. You’re not a queen. You’re not even a bee. You’re a fox, and she… oh gods, she pumped so many eggs into you. Dozens and dozens, gestating within the creaking blimp of your gut. She’s fattened you up like a hog to feed them. Pinned you to this bed, immobile, unable to lift your swollen legs or roll off your enormous ass. Just sitting here, swelling and ripening, ballooning into the bee's personal brood-blimp. Her perversion of maternity, played out on your form. A mewling whine escapes your throat. Just looking at yourself is too much. Gods, even your breasts are enormous. Massive, fat-swollen udders, their ripe heft sagging down over the sides of your gut. Your eyes widen as you see a slight bulge, pushing out near the apex of that fecundity. You stifle a whimper. Jenny just giggles softly. “see? They’re growing restless… you need food. You need more honey.” Jenny purrs, linking her lips. Her eyes dart to the jar near the bed, and yours follow. It’s filled to the brim with… oh gods, you looked. You knew you shouldn’t have, but you did. You can feel the spike of hunger. The tingle of desire. Your breathing grows shallow, making your bare breasts bounce and slosh atop your turgid swell. You begin locking your chops, your tongue already imagining the taste of more honey pouring down your throat. The pucker of your hardening nipples is all the sign Jenny needs. She perks up, then grabs the bucket.  Oh gods, please no. No more honey. No more weight. No more tightness, stretching your pelt around the seething brood-balloon she’s made of your womb. You whimper and whine, desperate to tell her no. Tell her enough is enough. Tell her too much is too much. But then she siddles up on the bed beside you. Her smile so warm, so maternal. She uses a claw to pull a massive spoon out of the jar, dripping with ambrosial bliss. “Open wide, dear…” The inspectiod purrs. And you do. Like you always do, for her...
November 17, 2024 at 1:49 PM
corpulency.bsky.social
Woke up with a silly [evil] idea I won't do anything with, so here you go.
Morbid fic idea: Mondo-corp (We own you!™️) decides that medical care foe their citizen-customers is too expensive, and starts taking drastic measures by finding a much, much cheaper solution: food. If a fur is deemed a “health expense risk" (too chubby, too lazy, too poor), they’re injected with a serum that makes them endlessly hungry and horny. Then they’re tagged like livestock on their ear with a little tag with a pig's snout on it. The tag gives them free to all the cheap, corn-based slop they could want at all Mondo-Mart locations. Then, they’re let go to do as they please. Some try to resist, and fail. Some accept their fate, waddling right into the nearest Mondo-Mart. All eventually succumb to the endless feast that consumes the rest of their life. Either way, the pounds begin to pile on. Fifty. A hundred. A thousand pounds of lard, swelling and bloating them as they succumb to the serum's tantalizing pleasures. Dark delights, delivered in part by Mondo-Mart employees with quotas to fill. The quotas? Those are for how many “customers" they can “retire". That’s where the story gets dark. Either with morbid health-play or full-on popping, the furs are “retired" one by one. As the protagonist gets closer and closer to that lurid end, they find themselves embracing every pleasure, and perhaps beginning to look forward to their “retirement” Bonus points for a “happy" ending where it turns out “retirement” actually means their brains are uploaded into a computer at the end, only to realize that they just end up in a virtual desk job for Mondo-corp
November 17, 2024 at 12:59 PM
corpulency.bsky.social
I'd apologize for writing so much, but really this is your fault for making me think about this for 24 hours straight...
She's in bed with Magni. Magni has a feeding tube in and they're rutting (bonus points for not the muzzle). Magni's snarling, trying to ravish her, but the vixen is already so obese that the effort is difficult. Magni is wearing a strap, or she's got the parts organically. Either way, it’s nearly buried in lard. Duchess has a lazy grin plastered on her face. She can’t stop enjoying the sight of her big vixen getting even bigger. "C'mon, Mags... you said you'd 'ruin me', but that 'monster' of yours is already half-buried... a few more pumps, and you'll just be humping your own blubber..." *snarling* "Don't look so morose, darling. Maybe if you're a good stud, I'll take your muzzle off and let this soft body of mine put you right over the edge of mobility...” *whimper*
November 12, 2024 at 12:33 PM