Call me Professor Layton with how much I love puzzles so I'm going to redeem that pass much more now.

Heh, I'll have to see if I can manage that. Perhaps in the new year!

I mostly just didn't want to seem offputting and annoying since I feel I am that most of the time!

Incredibly valid. I keep trying to cut carbs but they keep sneaking into the house.

Also hello I keep meaning to contact you but I keep shying away!!!!

Having a shelf for a chest is a great feeling~

Right? I tried making empanadas a few days ago and holy lord that's a lot of butter I gotta mix into the dough.

This is absolutely my jam. Beings of infinite love and benevolence who, despite being beyond your comprehension, certainly can and will thoroughly understand you and your needs.

Let's get you waddling over there, I'm sure you can still fit through the double doors, for now!

Shoving a bunch of pillows into your shirt to simulate the heft and size of a big plush belly then lifting your shirt and whoops its all real-
Then you realize you're absolutely starving...

Furs getting utterly outsized and flooded, only for their own uncontrollable growth to outpace whoever is smothering them to squish them back, and the cycle keeps continuing endlessly~

Becoming more excessive and massive, the sheer horny energy exuding from them making others similarly massive, until the entire city (or country, planet, galaxy, universe, etc.) is FILLED with growing, hyper furries grinding and wobbling and gushing. Not a single empty space, just huge bits and cum~

I just didn't expect how heavy they'd be but they feel way better than pillows...

Grrmph, hrrmph, homph... The only real bottleneck is how much I can stuff in my hungry, drooling maw all at once...

Once I'm done eating multiple tons of pizza for breakfast it's already lunchtime and the next order has shown up, I think I'm gonna fall behind on this!

I thought consuming ten times your body weight in grease-soaked pizza for every meal of the day was normal!

True. I personally enjoy sex but only with people I have a serious bond with, which I think is demisexual but I genuinely have no clue.
Guess I'll have to do some reading, hmhmhm...

I honestly considered that I might be ace, but I have no idea if I even match that criteria. Sexuality categorization for people like us just seems to be shorthand for whatever matches our mess closest, feels like.

That explains the pizza van right outside my house and the constant six-for-one coupon deals stuffed in my mailbox.

Honestly same. I just use gay to make it easy but even that doesn't seem accurate.

*vigorously erasing lines, those fat mountainous tits jiggling while he does so!*