With unflappable sadly bump locked we need a new place for all these inanimate blobs to go so why no a appliance inflation thread for all non living objects turned blobs or balloon.

Ride the flabness

YES!
Speaking of blob thought we need more milk jug blobs maybe even some small personal to go jugs? Maybe picture of milk? Or I can even imagine this lacktaid cartoon all blimped maybe retitled as lardtaid

what in the unholy brainfuckery did I stumble upon---

>>36404
Autism. Not even a joke. This is what happens when a Neanderthal shagged your great great x30 grandpa and then your mom birthed you later in life

>>36404
I feel like these are the kinds of guys that took one look at an inflatable bed and just got a complete hard on. And here I thought inflatable knees was the peak.

>>36835
Sources for all of these?

>>36844
The first one is BlokeSmokey on furaffinity. Everything except the second one is by Marshguy on pixiv.

>>36839
Oh come on it's not all bad I think it's cute please someone post more

Fridge time

>>37048 (Cross-thread)
Not sure more the merrier still I'd loke to see more appliances please don't let this beautiful thread die

If these kind of girls are allowed in this thread and if I'm being honest. I want to see Pencilmiss either fattened up or extremely bloated. Fell down the Pencilmation rabbit hole recently and I think she's pretty cute.

Does this count?

Can someone edit Fluttershy into a blueberry?

>>37077 (Cross-thread)
AFewNiccals/laccin_brainz is the artist.

>>37048 (Cross-thread)
Holy shit, are those the country/state stick figures that appear in CGP Grey's vids?? Didn't even know there was any art of them
Source?

>>37063
im willing to draw some fat object ideas any of yall have, to keep the thread alive

>>37317
Could you draw a fat tree?

>>37317
A blobby Kerfuś/Bellabot would be neat

>>37317
Seconding >>37320 , but you could also take an idea from one of these greentexts

>>37317
>>37320
I don't know what anon had in mind, but how about the Maku Tree from Oracle of Ages?

>>37317
how about the rabbit's car from og dragon ball or Bulma tf'ed into a carrot

>>37320
>>37328
i kind of took some liberties with the first tree

>>37317
If you’re offering than I’m suggesting a really fat PAL from Mitchells vs the Machines.

>>37317
Amber from Petscop

>>37358
That's really cute, thanks.

>>37358
Holy shit those are good, especially the first one, do you post your art anywhere? You've got a really great style!

>>37317
Would be interested to see how a Shower looks

>>37317
hear me out. clock from bfb

>>37317

How about some power up from the Mario Games, I was thinking maybe Giga Mushroom, Beeshroom and maybe Shine Sprite.

>>37317
There's also food mascots like this gal, begging to be fattened up

>>37398
sorry forgot an image

>>37317 Bed

>>37317
Could you draw an flabby bread loaf blob?

Fat vacuums/roombas would be nice.

>>37478

>>37504
Now that's what I'm talking about!

some big booty teddy or plushies would be nice

Can I get a really fat or inflated tommy gun with a old time gangster holding it asking what the hell is going on?
I'd really appreciate this. It can have a face but it's not needed bonus points if it's blushing

reposting some pal art from previous thread

From JellySmapps/Smappa on twitter, before anyone asks for the source.

>>39188
the west is saved

>>37526

I remembered there was a WG sequence on a mail box that becomes bigger than the world and eats letters from space. Dose anyone have or know the source to that one?

>>39502
yeah

>>39502
https://twitter.com/ChrstmasCracker

Anyone know who made this?

>>39516
>>39515
Those are the ones. Also, I found the rest of that sequence.

>>39688

>>39689
This is probably one of my favorite sequences.

Joy from Monster Camp/Prom

Art by me

More art by me maybe I'll draw more, idk

>>40298
>>40301
Holy shit these are good

>>40309
eeyy thanks man

Some more drawings

Okay, last one for the night

>>40332
I'm not sure if it's a good idea to put your dick in a hot bag of popcorn

>>40298
You should draw more blob objects getting fucked.

>>40342
Alright, give me some suggestions

>>40359
a massive Alexa device, an N64, a mic and its stand.

>>40359
how about a fat clock that you'd hang on a wall?

>>40359
Big and blobby lawn mower

>>40359
A blobby cheeseburger

>>40359
a giant blobby beach ball

>>40372

>>40382

>>40386

>>40409
Sorry man, this one kinda sucks

>>40359
Still working on yours

>>40405
finished

>>40432
Retried it

>>40436
>>40434
>>40432
>>40431
>>40430
>>40429
My God, these are amazing. Keep up the good work

>>40359
maybe like a blobby box of cereal?

A fatass roomba would be appreciated.

>>40429
I love seeing a blobby Alexa getting fucked, thanks man.

Can you do blobby toilet getting it's bowl opening fucked?

>>40359
A obese tf2 dispenser with a fat ass and big ol tits would be pretty hot

>>40464
wanna join in for fun
here's my take

>>40481
Holy fucking hell this is amazing! Do you happen to have a Twitter account by any chance?

>>40482
nah

>>40481
Good shit man! Maybe I should draw nips on my stuff too

>>40464
My take, sorry, tits are a bit smaller than I originally planned
>>40448
Also did yours before this

>>40494
No need to apologize. This is also great plus the smaller tits make it kinda adorable ngl

>>40493
nips are very good lol

wanna do more of these
send more ideas

just a quick note of what i draw

Things i will not draw: feet, scat, babyfur, diapers, characters that looks like kids, gore and other extreme fetishes.
Things i will draw: blobs, slobs, chubby, fat, weight gain, muscle(no hyper), feeding, nsfw, hyper, expansion, musk, sweat, gas and vore

>>40506
How about a Gameboy or a pumpkin

>>40506
Oh dang, these drawings have all been amazing!
I am interested in seeing some vore. Maybe with like a really fat blobby couch/sofa? Lots of stuff could end up inbetween those cushions, objects and otherwise, if that would be alright?

>>40512
>
here!

>>40519
Very nice! Keep up the amazing work

>>40513
there you go!

>>40506
Do you think you could try drawing a super blobby house? Maybe with stuff like food coming from the window being stuffed?

Do you think you could make something like a fat fumo plushie?

>>40506
bee shooter?

>>40524
nah

>>40523
this one is gonna be a quick yet detailed one

>>40506
Great work anon! If I may make a couple of niche suggestions, fat vehicles are pretty great so I was wondering if you could make a blobbed up and slobby version of hastag's alt mode from transformers earthspark?

Or alrtenatively, a slobby blob face of Emily from she-ra and the princesses of power.

>>40523
big and blobby houses

too many people moved in lol

>>40531
did emily!

>>40506
could you do like a blobby golfball

>>40506
How about a computer + screen? Bonus points for the wires being fat too

>>40506
A blobby Kerfuś/Bellabot would be cute I think

>>40359
maybe a fat backpack like this?

>>40359
How about an obese Bookshelf, which has all your books stuck in her folds.

How about a fat musket?

Triangle Lady from Marshmallow People

>>40604
>>40605
hive mind

>>40533
Top tier, as a brapfag I thank you for this

Also I am quite happy about how many new artists have came to this thread and have produced great art! It's already surpassing the previous thread.

>>40298
>>40301
>>40331
>>40332
>>40429
>>40430
>>40431
>>40434
>>40436
>>40494

Also great stuff! Cant help but feel like I recognize your artstyle tho

>>40836
Really? I was BigMateWeirdo on DA, I used to make a lot of fat art before I quit, maybe you saw it there.

>>40943
Knew it, I loved all that stuff too. Why did you quit tho? (just curious, if its personal I get it). Also do you have all of your art archived somewhere?

Regardless I am ecstatic that you have drawn some bbw objects, they are wonderful and I hope you draw more.

>>40946
Well I mostly quit from a combination of just not liking my art style/the fact I did fetish art and also being swamped with requests towards the day I quit. I wanted to get away from it all really, but I should've made a proper goodbye, that I regret quite a bit...

Unfortunately I never archived my art, but some pieces have resurfaced (namely some of my fat pvz girls and the dolphin sequence I did when I first started). Clearly I couldn't get away from this fetish as much as I'd hope for though, because recently I've been drawing art and posting it in random bbwchan threads. Oh well.

Sorry for the long-winded answer, but I wanted to sorta finally give an answer to why I quit and that.

>>40525
If there was a pvz thread, I would post there all the time

>>40943
Were you Khoshgel-Deviantart as well? They drew fat pokemon art in the same art style as you did with those fat objects, and their account was deactivated pretty recently.

>>40949
Well damn, sucks about the art but thanks for giving an answer. I think all of it will surface eventually knowing the internet. Glad you returned tho and are drawing bbw objects, a niche fetish sorely in need of art. I think it's best you stay anonymous and draw and take requests on bbw-chan and 4chan, you can go at your own pace a leisure without being flooded by requests and stuff like you would an actual account.

Not sure if Flowey counts, but here's a doodle I did yesterday.

>>41034
Very cute Gussiekins! Would you consider making a r63 version with the only difference being eyelashes?

>>41035
Sure.

>>41045
Ay thank you so much!

Love Screen-headed freaks

>>41055
My favorite series of yours was the fat lamp girl that got railed and knocked up

I bought a ralsei plush a while back and would love to see a fattened up version of it, nothing anthro just a plushie with a tad more mass. If anyone can do it for me I'd be grateful

>>41070
Not to mean any ill will, but wouldn't this fit more in the Ralsei/Asriel thread on the bbfurries board? Is it cause there are actual active artists here?

Fat Fan Fumes.

>>41075
Phenomenal! Imagine the braps

>>36392 (OP)

>>41013
Yeah. Definitely agree that this is a better idea than making art under a known account.

some stop sign

fatty phone

water blob

>>41082
>>41084
>>41086
Good stuff!

>>41116
Thanks!
Wanted to do more tbh

Wanna slap more fats on some objects.
Especially adding boobs and all lol

>>41118
Any ideas lol
Still looking for to draw more fatty objects

>>41120
Here's some ideas

>>41133
Ta da!~

also one more for the sapper

>>41138
>>41137
Holy fuck these are really hot

I really like what you did with the kerfus

>>41120
heres some ideas

>>41141
I'll work on this after my work
I'll update later on

In the mean time, you guys kept sending some ideas or more objects to fatify them

Tits, butts, dick and all lol

>>41045 >>41055
Fat fem Flowey and fat Karen? Hell yeah, these are great

>>40522
Never thanked you for this, much appreciated! Whole house is gonna end up in there at this rate, lol

>>41145
No problem!
Hope to do more of these lol

>>41120
Draw a Nintendo DS or 3DS, you choose whichever model you're comfortable with

>>41146
Looking forward to seeing more!
If I may, could I possibly ask for any food or drink related ones? I don't really have any ideas past maybe...a cake and/or a milkshake, just absolutely enormous gluttonous blobs (If I'm allowed to specify, no dicks though, but lots of emphasis on the ass and belly please)

>>41143
A meme, but a gaming PC

>>41118
A blobby beep-0 from that mario rabbids game would be cute

>>41137
nice fua blob wii remote. can you do an alxea with a huge cock and belly? burping too?

>>41143
What about a fat Dogu statue, with that bod of an SSBBW Warrior?

By Fishman Paul

>>41148
Can't promise that sorry lol but I'll try depends how horny I am

>>41163
Ah not a problem at all, if the issue is you'd rather do proper objects instead of food and drink ones, then I could think up something else lol, was just curious

>>41165
No no I can do food and all

I'm saying imma gonna add a pair of dick and balls if I'm horny or not.

BAM! FINISHED

>>41184
>>41184
Could that Alexa image have a dickless alt pretty please? It's almost perfect but surprisingly I dont like cocks. (I know its a bit rude to ask an artist to draw an non-futa alt of a request specially requesting futa but I just want to see it)

>>41184
Did an idea concept for a horny story with a friend

A "Space Blob Prison"

>>41143
Also keep on sending some objects to fatify
Super fun to do

>>41195
Story you say?

>>41199
How about a fat pawn? (And/or maybe other chess pieces too)

>>41199
Fat armchair?
Still don't think I've ever seen a delivery/pic of one despite seeing the concept pop up a few times across various older threads

>>41220
Yup!
Just making a fun horny idea with small friends

>>41166
Ohh...oh, well its your art at the end of the day, I see you went and added balls to the cake anyway, kind of a shame.

>>41199
Am kinda in the mood for a massive blobby sloshy milkshake lady now, lots of heft to a thick liquid like that
(Tbh I'm kinda just in the mood for any truly massive sizes, anything covering a town, a city, a country, a globe~)

>>37197 (Cross-thread)
holy fucking shit i need a sequel to the red lawnmower one like right now

>>41199
The WiiFit Balance Board

>>41199
Do a big fat fucking toilet, futa if you could but not demanding it

>>41199
A blobby oven, an ice chest, and blob futa jar of peanut butter

>>41237
My man, let's get some absurd blob objects in here.

>>41184
Goddamn I love the Alexa, thanks very much for doing my request!

>>41199
a ssbbw bag of chips farting please! Make the fart the same color as whatever color her chip dust is (for example if its Cheetos its orange if its Takis its red).

I'll leave the choice of which brand and flavor to use up to you, I just really want to see a braping bag of chips (and please no futa)

Can anyone make Mop with a very big belly and bottom plz?

Hey! Can anyone do and blob or fat pillows and beds? Maybe some of them asking you to hump them or hug them?. Also a blobby stuffed animal (let’s say teddy bear) both male or female? Asking for you to fuck them too? Maybe some inflation by filling them up with stuffing if you want to add? I have another idea that’s really wholesome if y’all wanna hear it

fatobject shows is something that I dont know if I like or hate

also
economic "inflation" by Sam

>>42937
>>42970
>>42971
>>42972
All of this art is of pathethically low quality and effort, even by the standards of this niche kink. Please don't start flooding the thread with this shit.

lol ok, sorry for the flood

>>41559
Does anyone feel interested in this one?

>>42979
The whybro101 is not shit, what are you talking about?

>>37321
Here you go

>>42982
I might be interested. I'm not into inanimate objects much, but for some reason, I'd give her a try.

>>43269
Thanks and I get it.

>>43273
Here ya go, first time doing something like this.

>>43275
It's beautiful, thank you so much and you did a fantastic smashing one for your first time.

>>43282
I appreciate it, man. Had to give her a deep navel.

>>43283
I see and not bad at all.👍

I think this entire message board as a whole has a lot of autistic and bizarre topics that only the most twisted minds can find sexually appealing but even this is something I cannot even remotely grasp my head around. Please seek help OP

>>43314
Genuinely what the fuck is the point of this comment? You don't 'get' this kink, big whoop. Yes it's weird and barely comprehensible and people enjoy it, get over it. Your vanilla fat of she kink probably comes across the same way to normies. I don't understand why people feel a need to make a point of saying "You're weird for liking this" as if anyone in these threads actually fucking cares lmao.

This is objectively one of the biggest niche subkinks within this fetish and plenty of talented artists have drawn this sort of stuff, so it's hardly something that's being propagated exclusively by autists. This is the third iteration of this thread within the past couple of years and these threads are active, there is literally more art of fat objects on the entire Internet total than there ever has been of the extreme fat forehead kink which is significantly less 'bizarre'.

Even if the appeal isn't super broad, a lot of people enjoy this kink and they're not going anywhere. So if I were you anon, I'd shut the fuck up, read the definition of 'subjectivity' in the dictionary and move on with my life.

Anyone interested on doing this female tv robot a with a obese belly/butt?

>>43472
"Mom, can we have Karen?"

"No, we got Karen at home"

>>43504
I guess that's a no huh.

Some people are pussies

>>43275
hot

>>43846
No, Alaska, I’m worried you’re not gokng to get fat enough

i think someone requested this, can’t remember where though. glad to have been of help though, even if this is low quality.

Doodles from a while back. I've been meaning to draw her more but I cant think of any objects that'd work well

>>44168
She’s adoreable. Why does the weight gain happen and can you do more house plants?

>>44171

Ah thank you. There’s not much reason behind her weight gain. It just kinda happens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

>>44201
Makes sense. What’s her name?

>>44201
Thanks for making these. What are your favorite objects for her to possess?

>>44209
Older model computer mommy gf? What inspired this and can you do a version with big Karen and an anthro plankton?

>>44168
can she posses like food

>>44212
That’s something to think about
>if so, what kind of food?
>what if the weight gain causes the food to fall apart
>what’s her favorite food
>will the food eaters become possessed by her?

>is she like Carrie from that one episode of TAWOG where she yearns for the ability to eat?

>>44203
Never gave her a name. Honestly I’m pretty bad at naming my OC’s

>>44204
Probably pillows, plushies, and stuff like that. She’d likes how soft they make her

>>44212
>>44213
She can possess any type of food so long as it's "structured" enough (ie she could possess a cake or a bowl of batter, but not a puddle of batter). Whatever food she possess will become more durable and long-lasting, but if it does fall apart or gets eaten she'll just dispossess it.

She possesses things because she likes having a physical body and because she wonders what it's like being different objects. She eats just because she likes how tasty and filling food is.

>>44227
How about Aurora? It’s a girl’s name meaning “dawn” and it references the phenomenon of electrical reddish or greenish lights up near the north and south poles of the earth (according to wiki) referencing how she’s kind of a phenomenon coating objects in her green light in a way. And since we’re memeing, it could also be a reference to the “Aurora Borealis” meme where everything goes wrong because of Skinner’s ineptitude with the oven and simple foods like roasts, steamed clams, and hamburgers which parallels her love of food but how things go awry when she tries to posess something.

>>44227
>>44229
That’s cute what, how, and why she possesses different objects. But I feel like I need to ask, how did she die and what’s keeping her tethered to this earthly realm? Is it a thing where she’s always been a ghost?

Hey. No one has ever thought about this one! Could we have some fat Amazon Alexa’s? (Preferably all variants) probably with a story about how it figured that you have a fat fetish so it became fat?

>>44262
We have a few in the thread

>>40429
>>41184

there was this plush or stuffed animal in the 2010s that you could store stuff inside. They were called hugga wubbables? They were orbed shaped, I used to have a spotted, blue and black leopard. I’d like some fat art of that or stuffing

Found it!! They’re called tummy stuffers! I would love to see some fat art of these guys!

>>44254
I'll think on it for a bit, but Aurora's not bad

>>44258
Yeah, she was always a ghost who just sort of came into existence one day. Think something akin to a yokai or something

>>44282
Thanks on both ends.

Yokai are something else we need in the thread. Literal Japanese object monsters, I’m surprised there’s not more.

I will never forgive redditors for demonizing the name “Karen”

>>43472
To be clear and honest, it's supposed to be a tv oc that looks like Karen.

>>43472
I might just give it a shot. Expect delivery by the end of the week. In case this thread goes down, care to share contact info?

>>44466
Sure, hope this helps you out my friend, I got deviantart and Twitter. Here's one linkhttps://www.deviantart.com/yoshidonna729567

bump

Dipsheet3

lamp.

BBQ Girll (Awful Hospital)

Anyone know any stories about this subject?

>>44168
did some more doodles of her

bump

Bump

Bumping on this thread

This is a long shot, but any artist out there willing to draw/fatten up this little dude

Bump

Here's the funny Talking Flower from Mario Wonder, who talked about tasting Goombas, they've gotten their wish.

>>44466
Bumping this thread to see how it's going.

Is it possible to use AI to make fat objects?

>>46942
Try it. I hate AIslop, but I’m curious myself

>>46942
>>46946

>>46942
>>46946

>>46942
>>46946
Pictures above are my results of previously trying this with DALLE-3 and the results are pretty...eh, there's a lot a weirdness to these as to be expected. I don't think any of these are that good, but I'm sharing what I've been able to generate just to sate people's curiosity and prompt discussion here.

The biggest problem is that the AI really doesn't seem to grasp the concept of fattening up objects, which is to be expected ofc since this is insanely niche. Half the time it would just spit out images of formless lardpiles with the object I specified merely being present in the frame somewhere, rather than actually producing an image of a fattened object. If anyone's curious to try this though, use phrases like "extremely chubby" and "blob shapred" for prompts, do not explictly put "fat or "obese" as those are blacklisted words and the AI will not generate your prompt.

This is all just from my limited dicking around on DALLE-3 though, other AI image gens could give better resuls potentially idk. But I doubt that's the case as this content is pretty abstract and pushing the limits of what a neural network can generate organically.

Honestly I think the best way to go about this would be to train a neural network on this kind of content near exclusively, I know there's a couple of AI image gens out there that specialise in producing fat art so perhaps one could be fed a data pool of inanimate object fats to be trained on. Now I have no idea how to go about this myself, but I have been here since the original iteration of this thread and I have saved 100s of examples of unique inanimate fat artwork over the past couple of years. I would be more than happy to share my collection with anyone who has the exerptise to get the ball rolling on something like this, so if there's any AI knowledgeable anons lurking over here y'all better speak up now.

>>46950
>>46951
>>46952
i feel like theres definitely not enough of a reference point for fat objects, and hopefully some day it can generate a photorealistic wooden chair with a huge belly

but i'd still love to see more art of objects being fattened and inflated and looking so cute and embarrassed without even being able to emote...

I mean, AI is the worst it'll ever be. So, who knows?

>>46950
>>46951
Needs ass

Tis the season is around the corner! Can we get some fat eggnog jugs floating around a tub of eggnog essentially bathing in itself?

>> Fucking love this thread by the way! May it never die!

>>40544
I hope this is fine, it's my first time drawing an fat object

>>46195
I tried my best

>>47265
Why did you only do the face?

>>47268
Blob face was easier to do

>>47271
I see, looks good

Bumping on this thread

>>46979
Trying it myself, it's really easy to give cars ass.

Damn this place is still going!? Might have to make a request or two god damn

If I may, I think it would be really interesting when corn pieces, let’s just say, turn into popcorn, they get and inflated. Thoughts?

Umm, this
https://beta.character.ai/chat2?char=TEnFmpYOKF_-Iol3oNIBsY5iB0mGL24ZsFWP4RtNhX8&source=recent-chats

Surprised this green text hasn't been reposted in this thread:
>appliances and objects in house begin to slowly grow in size, not only growing larger, but growing softer and more "plush" in appearance
>the first to be affected are the ones whose changes could be easily ignored, beds that when laying in seem to pull you in deeper than you remember. Pillows becoming over-stuffed, but rather than growing taut appear to sag and have something of a gut on them. The couch has also been afflicted, it's ornamental buttons being buried in it's blubbery folds, sitting in it feels like one's sitting on a giant water balloon. Clothing hung in the closet begins to feel as though it's made of thicker and thicker material than the day before.
>the next to go are the tables and chairs, whose legs slowly begin to widen and grow folds almost like an extremely fat human leg. The bottoms of tables begin to droop into massive bulging guts complete with a massive navel in the center. Both also take on a softer texture similar to the upholstery.
>suddenly electrical appliances also undergo the same phenomena, the bulbs within lamps begin to bulge and grow folds as if the glass was still being molded, the lamps themselves grow wide hips and thighs at the base. Both the dishwasher and washing machine burst into having massive guts, their interiors filled to the brim with dishes and clothes that have also begun to expand. The fridge also underwent the same fate, as the food within began expanding and multiply into larger and larger portions.

>The flatscreen TV has also developed quite a sizable rump that has begun to press upon the wall behind it, the screen has poured out of it's frame and formed into distended gut along with a buxom chest that sits lazily atop it. Not even the precious computer is safe, the monitor have underwent changes similar to the TV, the keyboard becoming soft and flabby to the point where the tactile typing of the keys you were familiar with is replaced with an act similar to kneading a large roll of dough.
>the last to hold out against this strange fattening affliction is the house itself, with the roof beginning to droop closer and closer to the floor, which has also begun to soften to the point where the plumped up furniture is sinking into it, and taking the wrong step can lead to your foot being caught in one of the more flabbier parts of the floor. The walls have taken on a more padded appearance, developing a belly and chest that extends to every corner of the house. Doors underwent the same effect, with their blubber enveloping the door knobs, leading you to have to plunge deep into the door's navel to open the door. And you have to be quick about it too, since the door frames don't keep their composure for long until collapsing into folds upon folds of fat.
>and though you've denied it up until this point, the affliction seems to have affected you as well. It was easy to go unnoticed, and even easier to excuse, what with the clothes developing folds and rolls similar to a person's fat distribution, and the mirror's massive belly distorting any attempt to check yourself in it. You kept promising to yourself that you'd leave the house, escape whatever was going on. But the rolls and flab that had began to develop on nearly everything in it seemed so... comforting, even somewhat inviting.

>one morning you awake on the couch, the TV's now room-consuming belly pressing against your own gargantuan gut. You can't even make out much of the image on the TV, it's image too distorted. The only thing you can make out is a nicely-dressed women, and a massive globular shape behind her. You turn to look out the window, what little of it's left that hasn't been consumed by the flab of the walls, and can see some dark shapes moving about outside. You'd go out and investigate, but at this point your ass is indistinguishable from the couch, and it's not that much of a concern to you at this point.
>You roll over (as much as you can in your current state) and go back to sleep.

>>44466
Say buddy, how's it going?

Enough with the household stuff. Let’s start fetishizing the shit that can kill you

Fat Axiom Chair by Fishman Paul

>>42970
>fat Four art
My time has come

>>48787
You drew those?

>>48788
Nope, just sharing some good stuff from a personal collection

I forgot bfdi characters, hang on!

https://beta.character.ai/chat2?char=TEnFmpYOKF_-Iol3oNIBsY5iB0mGL24ZsFWP4RtNhX8&source=recent-chats

How does floor inflation sound?

i feel like bfdi is in its own seperate category, but still falls under the object umbrella and i respect it being here
>>48732
this entire thing is amazingly hot, and the fact you have to get through a wall of soft blubber just to reach your doorknob is really hot, all of the objects seeming embarrassed by being weighed down from the fat but they're still just regular inanimate objects, with some horny side effects >:3

>>48946
Very nice

>>48732
I really wish there was more texts like this

>>48946
Beautiful as always

>>48956
Why not make some yourself?

I thought this one was funny

>>49214
>>49215
These are pretty radical work, nice details

>>43472
Any chance even small if you feel like making my oc fat?

>>49214
>>49215
did you draw these, and if so, do you take requests? these kick ass

>>49215
>>49235
Sorry to disappoint but I didn't draw these

The artist is FaucyV on twitter

>>49237
Oh, is okay, no worries my friend

>>49027

>>48946
The soda bloat. hell yeah

not sure if this counts but felt it was inanimate enough to post here.

>>50928
The only thing on this thread that's actually even the tiniest bit hot wtf

>>50928
Eh, not as hot as all the other stuff here.

>>50957
>>50974
Duality of the coomer

>>50928
Source?

>>51402
50 cent stalked my life made shows about.

BFDI Flower

>>40604
>>45026
>>51468
Whats with the pattern of uploading this art and naming the character in it

>>41133
Yes fat pizza please 🥺

>>51511
It’s called giving a source. They’re all Lunerrac btw

>>51564
So much much self-confidence for someone who's entirely wrong lol, describing the contents of the image as if this user base is visually impaired is not equivalent to giving a source. The artist is the source. And FYI the actual likely explanation for this weird pedantry of describing images like this is autism. 90% of the time if someone speaks in an oddly specific and stilted way with a degree of consistency, it's the 'tism. And the concentration of autists here is massive considering that they almost always have a strong affinity for weird kink shit, most of the users on this thread are spergs.

>>51574
So what if they are?

>>51575
Nothing. I'm just pointing it out, because we're however many years into this chan's operation and somehow some people still can't identify that a sizable chunk of this site's users are unironic autists even though it's blindly obvious a lot of the time lol. There's no point in questioning when someone says or does weird shit here if you can read the clear cues in writing pattern and behviour and tell what's up with them, because people like that inherently aren't going to change.

>>51511
I was just giving the name of the characters in the picture just so people wouldn’t forget about it.

>>51564
If you want to keep posting your own art here, just be up front with it Lunerrac.

>>51737
I love this thread so much, it’s unreal

>>51737
Source?

>>51737
YEAAAH that’s the stuff.

>>51742
https://twitter.com/lumerrac/status/1752089252047819031

Yet some more stuff from Fishman Paul

>>52101
Am I the only one that thinks these aren't fat enough? We've seen plenty of fat objects, but I want to see how far, and how fat, this can go.

>>52106
second that

Finally found some old stories I wrote on 4chan threads like this. Gonna be posting 'em.

>>52188
>early in the evening one night, when the doorbell rings
>ohboi.jpg
>IT has arrived!

>being both a music lover and a tech nerd, ordered a reel-to-reel player/recorder online
>website was all Japanese, with Chrome trying its damn hardest to translate it
>ordered one of the more expensive models, the ones which requires larger, ten-and-a-half-inch reels
>model came with blank tape for recording, and, naturally, a USB connector for this modern day and age
>unpack it on the table

...wut?

>Its one of the standing models
>looks like a mish-mash of different brands put together
>seamless aesthetics, tho
>notice some Eastern Bloc design elements
>"communism.jpg"
>strange layout: most of the buttons, sliders, dials and knobs are at the bottom, arranged in two, symmetrical columns
>recorder head's mound is notably puffy and bulgy
>also, positioned vertically
>with a tiny return wheel at the top of the slit
"Seems perfectly normal to me!"
>the tape goes around the outside of the mound as well, reaching up to two ENORMOUS reels
>these CANNOT be just 10,5 inches
>also, they don't have any holes or other apertures on them
>just an inner, smaller circle where the metal is a bit coarser
>even the central holes have tiny, ridged nubs on them, perhaps to prevent them from sliding to far back
>...or rather, to prevent them from being removed
>fugg.jpg

>oh well, one tape, better make it count

>strange thing is, the reels aren't at the top, like on other machines
>instead, the housing stretches further, leaving space for what looks like digital VU meter in the center, with two double Nixie tube displays in the corners above it
>and a cute little button between them, above the VU display
>aha, that must be the on-off switch

>stranger still, there's a fair bit of empty space between the reels and the reading head's mound as well

"Oh, well!"

>plug'er in, hook'er up to the computer
>time to fill that tape!

"Welcome, master!"

>DA FUKK?!

----

>turn to the side
>the MU display has lit up
>the bars extend both upwards and downwards from the center, giving the silhouette of a pair of blue, talking lips
>"noice.gif"

"This is the MZ-10 reel-to-reel analo-digital entertainment system!"


>wut?
>"analo-digital"?
>"entertainment system"?

"I'm here to please you..."

>the Nixie tubes light up, all four currently displaying zeros

"I simply cannot wait to begin playing for you...!"


>voice is definitely feminine
>definitely sultry
>almost certainly horny
>and most definitely robotic.
>not that crappy pre-recorded phrases or text-to-speech, either
>...why, Japan?

"Please, record some music onto my tape, so I may begin to... Serve you..."

>...why, boner?
>anyways, back to work!
>select an old, homemade techno "mixtape"
>still remember burning it onto a disc, and taking it along onto a holiday
>reels begin turning, slowly
>there's an almost inaudible, synthetic moan, when the tiny, nub-like return roller begins turning

God damn it, Japan.

>strange, how the tape seems to be pinched between the two sides of the recording head, forcing it to go down the curved sides of the mound, and then get it pinched between them, turning over the roller, before exiting on the other side
>never seen anything like it, well, not on a reel-to-reel, anyway
>eventually, the reels stop
>the nubs at their center seem to be slightly
>erect
>...

>well, anyways!
>reach down, press play

>as expected, sound quality is great
>among analogs, reel has the highest fidelity
>pardon, highest audio quality
>although, couldn't help but to notice some odd noise in the background between the songs
>almost sounds like
>chewing?
>messy chewing at that, with tiny moans in between

"Hmmm..."


>go through the album, blue-tintet MU display now appearing as normal lines
>out of curiosity - upon realizing that no speakers were hooked up to the player, yet, still heard the songs - check the back of it for any black magic

---

>you can never be certain with these online-bought machines
>no sign of witchcraft, tho
>just two inbuilt speakers at the lover back of the machine, with soft, pillowy foam-plastic covers
>strangely, there appears to be something like a heat vent, squeezed between the two mounds
>its distinctly round, and the plastic covering the speakers seeps into it, as if it were a sinkhole
>its even a bit wrinkly
>better not poke around there - it feels hot inside

>the sound is great, and the Nixie tubes seem to display how long the music had been going on - minutes in one corner, seconds in the other
>as the final song falls silent, there's a small sound - like a belch - in the background, before the reels stop again

"That was marvelous, Master!"

>oh god, its back
>the MU display has turned into blue lips again

"Please, do record some more! I'm aaaching to have my tape filled!"

>...okey.
>shrug, select another album to record

>its late in the night when the old mixtapes run out
>room feels a bit warmer than before, despite the cold night
>musta set the thermostat too high
>turn to player to switch it off
>hol'up.jpg

>there's a noticeable curve to its front, between the reels and the headmound
>it's hot to the touch
>dang, has it warped already?
>feel it up
>the heat seems to be localized to that area
>decide to cop a feel
>nope, the speakers seem cold, albeit slightly moist, for some reason
>about to resume the turning-off procedure, when...

BbblllAAAAARRRRRPHHHHH!

>static blast nearly makes me throw up my heart
>it sounded almost like a fart
>turn off the player, then the computer, and leave to retire to bed
>notice the strange odor that had suddenly appeared in the room
>smells like ass, ozone and melting plastic
>"Never mind, just some dust burning off from the circuits!"
>decide to leave, for real, this time

---

>next couple of weeks, keep periodically recording albums onto the tape
>turns out, the machine was designed to be able to randomly access songs on the tape - although, you have to wait until the reels reach that part
>the machine could skim over entire albums, reading up their name
>or whatever sequence of characters substitutes as such
>there's a switch that allows either song-, or album selection
>any concert recordings put on have their quality corrected, so it feels like you're at that concert
>cry tears of metalhead joy when the crappy Russian bootleg albums of Rammstein, that have been tucked into the back of the hard drive, become full concert experiences
>so far, so good
>glorious nippon electronics remain the pride of the emperor
>a few problems do persist, though

>during every first play, the quiet chewing sound in between songs still appears, except now you can also hear it in the quiet part of some songs
>it disappears upon every subsequent play, so it must be just an odd kink of the device's recording process
>every recorded album is followed by increasingly louder, clearer "belches" (especially if many are recorded back-to-back), and occasionally moans of what can only be called satisfaction
>the sultry voice of the machine occasionally sounds like it has her... IT'S mouth full
>experience the static blast a couple of other times
>still not sure what causes that, but at one time, it was followed what sounded like a content sigh
>further strengthening the fart association

>there are some physical oddities as well
>after every recording session, the front portion of the player, between the reels and the recording head's mound seems to expand from some sort of external heat
>the bulge disappears by the time recording is resumed (usually the next day), but the lower portion of this part of the machine had began to develop small "roll" of sorts

>>52189

>the "roll" on the front of the machine persists on growing, albeit slowly
>never heard of memory plastics before
>ohwell.jpeg
>the covers of the speakers on the back also seems to expand from the heat as well, and retains a fraction of their expanded size after cooling down

>the smell of ass, plastic and ozone makes repeated appearances, usually after the static blasts
>"Maybe it vents heat by farting?"

>another notable disturbance is, well...
>the noticeable "erection" of the nubs capping the axles running through the reels
>poke one out of curiosity one day
>retract hand immediately as it elicits a "moan" from the machine
>"God damn it, Japan!"

>despite all the oddities, still satisfied with the performance of the player
>check the capacity of the reel on the computer
>reel is at 5%
>impressive, considering it already holds 7 10-to-15 song homemade techno albums and almost the entire bootleg Rammstein discography
>Welp, time to get serious
>Planning on recording all the proper Rammstein albums as well, before continuing with Metallica, KMFDM, RATM, and some other bands from hot, fevered teenage years
>maybe Iron Maiden, albeit that could take a while
>then, iunno, maybe some classical?
>Vivaldi's four seasons is a must!
>welp, better get going, then
>click on Herzeleit, and press record

---

>bulge at the front grows larger every day
>its slow, but steady
>however, its seriously starting to push the tape away
>hope it doesn't affect the excellent quality

>the chewing sounds throughout the songs, punctuated by the belches at the end of each album, grow louder and louder, but thankfully, still only appear upon first playback of the recordings
>the static blasts are still infrequent, but occasionally, something akin to a humm could be heard from the back of the speakers, kind of like the electric buzz some old studio recording equipment make when one of their connectors is a bit loose
>the same acrid smell follows these, albeit it's far more intense than before

>but this is nothing compared to a more pressing issue
>the machine seems to be leaking
>every now and then (after a particularly intense song), a bead of what appears to be grease rolls down between the two halves of the recorder head's mound
>wipe it away before it reaches the dials at the bottom, although it would most like just flow between them, as their two-column arrangement leaves a gap in the center
>notice that the "gap" is actually a curving indentation, which reaches up to the head's mound
>hmmm
>anyways, recorded all the Rammstein albums, as well as the entire RATM and Metallica discography
>start recording all the KMFDM albums
>this may take a while
>tape is at 10%

---

>further developments require the reel-to-reel player to be take from the computer's desk, and onto a separate table
>a sturdy, steel-frame table
>this thing is getting heavy

>after finishing with the entire KMFDM discography, the changes became more obvious
>the front roll is now big enough to be called such
>what's more, it seems to be pillowing into two, with a central divot at the low center of the front of the machine
>surprised it hadn't made the tape slip off from the recording head
>the recording head, which's mound, over time, became more and more rounded and bulging
>almost lip-like in appearance
>soft, too

>there's another thing: the plastic seems to changing in quality
>softening
>the roll at the front of the machine, as well as the head's mound seems to be much softer, now feeling like fake leather, rather than the hard plastic that makes up the rest of the casing
>also, on the sides
>this was the reason why the machine needed to be moved: the sides began bulging out as well, roughly in the same level as the frontal roll
>the computer's desk is already pretty crowded, and this would've lead to something being pushed off, shattering into a million of expensive-to-replace pieces
>workplace is being renovated
>offered employees the old equipment
>others were surprised when the table was chosen
>not sure why, tho
>premonition, perhaps?

>head's mound continues to secrete
>suspect it's coming from the return roller at the top of the slit
>again, never seen such an odd design before
>suspicion is substantiated when the roller begins to struggle, causing the machine to "mewl" like old cassette players when the tape isn't being played at the right speed
>need to fiddle with the tiny roller-nub to get it to work
>sometimes, additional help is needed by forcibly turning the reels by the nips
>...I mean, the axle caps
>yes
>all this manhandling elicits "moans" from the machine
>hope this isn't a warning that you shouldn't tamper with it like that

---

>oddly, the "mewling" only occurs upon first playbacks
>much like the chewing, moaning and belching, which has only increased in volume and frequency, now freely appearing all over the first playback, rather than just the quiet parts
>not so bad as to require a second playback to check the recording for errors, but still
>although, one could argue that these are pretty glaring errors already

>the static blasts and SBD humms are now more frequent and louder as well
>as is the smell, which now seems to linger a bit longer
>coping another feel reveal that the padding on the rear speakers had grown larger as well
>it also seems to be... secreting as well
>the circular vent between the two, eh, "cheeks" of the speakers
>which is bad, because the thicker speaker covers are seem to be covering it up, causing the fluid - an opaque liquid, different from the grease leaking from the return roller at the front - to build up on the inside, ever so slightly
>use a kitchen wipe to clean it up
>parting the covers slightly, it appears that some of the fluid went inside the rear venting port
>thatjustaintright.avi
>reach in with the wipe to clear it out, the folds and wrinkles of the material inside the port probably have a lot in between them


"OoooOOOOOH...!"


>freeze up
>that was the loudest moan the machine had ever produced
>also, whyboner returns
>...God damn it, Japan.

>after a tedious clean up - filled with further moans and cute squeaks, and indications that the secretion may be coming from INSIDE the rear vent -, resume perusing the computer for further albums to record

"Did you know, Master, that you can select entire albums, and record them all at once?"

>the voice purrs with a mixture of helpful cheer and smugness
>also, that sounds useful
>also, durr, why didn't I think of that?!
>after a bit of consideration, decide to go with original plans
>select the ENTIRE Iron Maiden discography on the computer, then press record

---

>there's a sound, almost inaudible, like a tiny, scared gasp
>turn to the machine
>the VU display remains dark, no lips or rising lines
>raise and eyebrow, but then shrug
>get up, pat the top of the machine - pretending not to hear what sounds like a sharp, synthesized intake of breath
>leaving the room, there's another sound, barely audible
>it sounds almost like a disappointed sigh


***


>this was a mistake
>my god, this was such a mistake
>left the room hours ago
>rapidly return upon hearing a loud groan
>sounds like beast
>or, at least, a beast of an indigestion

>the room is hot, and the air is thick and heavy with the same, acrid smell of ass and burnt electronics
>the reel-to-reel player looks bloated
>the frontal roll has distended into a veritable, pregnant-looking mound. which also distends to the side
>the sharp corners of the machine had completely disappeared at that portion of the front
>the back ones are soft as well
>it's entire middle seems distended, slightly, with only the back remaining somewhat flat
>in the center of the bulge at the front, there's a divot in the middle, presumably where some internal component is holding the large, outwardly barren portion of the machine
>now, it looks almost like a deep-set navel
>god, there are even stretchmarks!
>all around the sides of the mound, the tine lines - which resemble tiny hairline cracks - reach up from the sides of the machine to the divot in the center
>hell, the plastic even looks slightly bleached at the apex of it
>poking it, the mound seems taut, but soft enough to yield to the touch
>a loud, aggressive gurgle prevents further experimentation

>the machine had been secreting profusely
>there's now a tiny puddle of grease on the table, at the bottom of the curving indentation between the two column of switches and dials, with an ebbing stream leading back to the slit of the recording head's mound
>check the back

>>52190

>thankfully, there's no puddle here
>but the secretion has crept up between, the, uh, cheeks of the speakers, and is now glistening like mildew on top of the wedge between them
>set to work cleaning it up with a kitchen wipe
>the secretion comes off easily, albeit, with further moans and a cheeky, small blast of static from the machine
>confirm that the rank air comes synchronously with the blasts
>use the same kitchen wipe to clean up the grease puddle, because lazy
>with the cleaning done, the first playback can began

>at this point, it was kind of expected, but still
>from the start, the sound of eating (with the occasional moans) is always audible, and now constant, even drowning out the quieter parts of some songs
>belches punctuate the end of every album, and then, ever song
>the chewing becomes frenzied, and joined by the sound of gulping, and small burps
>the moaning becomes increasingly pleased, reaching almost orgasmic levels
>halfway through the recording, however, the tone begins to shift
>the moans go from pleasured to discomforted, then painful, then, just... full
>the burps become frequent, as do the gulps, which now sound more and more forced
>occasionally, the tiniest hiss and squeak of a fart can be heard in the background
>the chewing slows down, as the moans give way to groans and gurgles
>at one point, the machine begins to "mewl" again, resulting in further roller-fiddling and axle-cap twisting to get the tape going again
>worry about it getting damaged, now that it has to go around the curve of the bulge to reach the recorder head
>speaking of which, the roller nub continues to leak, and the mound becomes sopping wet
>a new puddle begins to pool underneath, further staining the indentation between the two dial-columns
>as the recording reaches it's end, the music is almost drowned out by the frequent belches, moans, gurgles and farts, leaving it barely recognizable
>finally, the last song of the last album fades out
>then...


BooOOUUUUAAAAAAAAARP!

>the loudest belch ever made by a machine (probably) is soon followed by an even more thunderous

PPPHHFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUPFH!


>the room is filled with the same rank smell that permeates everything around the machine
>opening a window, before sitting back to check to computer if anything is wrong with the player, an idle hand picks up the grease-and-fluid-soaked wipe to clean up the new puddle
>the free hand then wanders up to the turgid mound, pushing the tape aside at the center
>mild worry that the new protrusion would end up damaging it, as it rubs to it's sides
>continue checking the files, while the free hand begins to rub the oily paper all over the mound
>subconsciously recognize that it's hot to the touch
>going in circles, careful not to touch the tape, the free hand rubs the oily substance into the skinmark-marred dome
>look up when hearing the pleased moan (and gurgle) of the machine, the blue "lips" now visible on the VU display, spreading into a round shape (wouldn't call it an 'O' because the nature of the display)
>finding nothing among the files, and no warning coming from the machine's software, both hands are now at service to rub the distended front down with the oily paper
>further pleasured moans follow, along with the occasional belch (and giggle)
>oh, hey, whyboner, I was wondering where you've gone
>finally, all the gurgles and groan lead to another loud

PFFFRRRRRRT!

>"well, that's enough for today"
>about to turn off the machine (and allow it to cool down), when something becomes apparent
>with curiosity piqued, the reels now come under inspection (after the mess at the back is cleared up

>strange
>both metal plates seems to have bent forward, ever so slightly curving outwards, the coarse inner circles seem to have... "puffed up" a bit
>axle caps are erect, as usual, and hard enough to cut glass or drill diamonds
>running a finger across one, a deep, husky moan echoes in the room


>...wut?

---

>For the next couple of days, the machine is only used for some Authentic Analog Music Experience™
>maybe record a couple of singles that have been left out
>the player continues to belch and blast static between songs, but it lessens as time goes by
>sound quality is still impeccable
>good thing it was relocated, tho

>after the bulge it had receded, it grew out all over
>the roll on it's front is now properly divided into two lumps, with another roll forming over them, a navel-like crevice in between the two
>its flabby and stretched out, the material feels like fake leather instead of hard plastic
>it pushes the tape away from the surface, also turning it onto it's side over it, making it look like the strands of a slingshot bikini
>a horribly ineffective slingshot bikini
>the flabby "belly" of the machine now connects to a set of "lovehandles" on either side, effectively erasing the sharp edges around the middle portion of the front
>the indentation between the two "columns" of buttons had become narrower, consequently, it became harder to clean up the grease the leaks from the return roller nub
>occasionally clean out the narrow slit betwixt the two bulging, lip-like halves of the recorder head mound
>eliciting what sounds like a sharp intake of breath from the machine
>whyboner had become a frequent visitor, as of late

>the speaker covers have swollen up even further
>they're really starting to resemble a pair of buttcheeks
>quite a nice pair, too, if a bit big
>and smelly
>the air in the room is rank with the constant outbursts
>smells like someone tried to burn a CD in an unwashed toiled

>another issue is the secretion
>beyond the leaky roller and the ever-present build-up of fluid at the back, there's now a layer of moisture that coats various parts of the machine
>namely, it's softened parts
>it builds up in the folds of it's belly, between the two columns at the front, and underneath it's reels

---

>it’s larger, plumper, softer reels
>it steel feels like metal (aluminium, to be exact), but it now seems to yield to the touch
>the coarsers inner circles around the (now larger) axle caps feel much smoother, but not as smooth as the rest of the reel, and appear puffed up
>the axle caps apear engorged, and they (along with the rest of the reels) appear to be extra sensitive spots for the machine, which now moans loudly to the slightest touch
>Hell, even exhaling over them causes it to gasp
>above the reels, the plastic underneath the two Nixie displays had plumped out as well, creating two lumps on either sides of the VU display
>they’re not yet leathery, but are softer to the touch than the unwarped plastic around them.

>the machine has a curious function
>there’s a ’karaoke’ switch with an inbuilt light on the right collumn, which seems to light up red whenever there’s a song with vocals playing
>flipping the switch doesn’t allow the user to sing along (curiously, the recorder has no microphone connector), but rather it allows the machine herself to sing along
>its damn good at it, too!
>while it still sounds robotic, it can perfectly imitate the intonation and pronouncation of the singer
>very interesting to hear Till Lindermann backed by a female singer, for example
>after the song finishes, it calls out again

„What song shall I sing for you next, Master?”

>Heh.

>she’s enthusiastic
>however, there are still songs aplenty left to be recorded, and with the whole album recording fuction at disposal, it should be a breeze
>the machine has cooled down, somewhat, albeit it still leaves the room warmer than it was before it was turned on
>the rear heat vent doesn’t seem to be doing a very good job, and the larger speaker covers aren’t making the job easier
>so, it shall continue
>it had time to recover, and now, it’s ready for more
>so, it shall receive more
>tape is at 25%

---

>>52191

>all the albums of Pink Floyd, the Rolling Stones, the Beatles
>the „gorging” has taken its toll on her

>nearly all sharp edges have been softened to a curve
>its flabby belly, now with two big rolls, bulges at the front, the bottom roll split into two by a cavernous navel between them
>stretchmarks cover it’s sides
>the tape itself is caught by the flab, and is beginning to act as a suspender for the „stomach”
>the recorder head’s is now a swollen, wet mess, the return roller leaking steadily, staining the tape, which leaves greasy marks all over the front of the machine
>the grease pools between the two thickened columns at the bottom, which now bulge forwards, almost cylindrically
>the indentation between them has been reduced to a tight gap, which is threatened by the burgeoning pillars on either sides
>the buttons are struggling to adapt to the changed topography, and some of them, such as the two large knobs on either sides (one for volume, the other so that the tape could be free-reeled back and forth), have begun to grow bigger and softer as well

>the back of the machine is beginning to grow flabby as well, rolls forming on the back wall, smaller in size when compared to the front, but greater in number
>the ass-like speaker covers have grown enormous, and are dragged down by gravity
>they, too, are marred by strechmarks
>what’s more is that they’re beginning to grow what appears to be cellulite on their lower surface
>the rear vent is leaking, too
>after one particularly wet-sounding

BLLAAAAARRRRFFFT!

>frown, check the back
>yyyep, the machine has officially sharted itself
>with a flash of anger, an open palm comes down upon the right cheek, eliciting a squeal
>could be just the internal motors, struggling to turn the reels
>they have grown even larger, any space between them rapidly disappearing
>the metal bulges forward, it’s areola-like inner areas puffy, and beginning to surround the large, nipple-like axle caps

---

>her „cheeks” have plumpened even further, tot he point where „dimples” appeared around the VU display, with a fatty chin forming underneath it
>the leaking continues to be a problem
>the grease leaking from the recording head is practically frothing every time the machine begins it’s „mewling”, and the tape is required to be helped along by fiddling with it’s return roller and twisting it’s metallic nips
>the fluid continues to build up between the asscheeks, only to be sprayed out by an errant, brassy fart
>perspiration, in general, seems to be a problem
>the room now smells like a subway carriage in the summer, when the brakes caught fire
>it’s a meaty, musky sort of smell, that lays thick and heavy in the air, occasionally mixing with the smell of burnt ass and plastic
>most of the machine’s surface is covered in a slick sheen of what appears to be oily sweat
>it’s especially prominent around the front, on the belly rolls, between the columns, underneath the love handles, the reels, and around the mound
>only the top of the machine retains it’s original cold, hard plastic
>well, not exactly, because the entire thing is hot as hell
>almost burning to he touch

>first playbacks continue to be cacophonous
>music often barely audible over the sound of gorging
>belches are now frequent, strewn amongst the sound of chewing, gulping and moaning
>small wonder that the speakers are still intact, considering the frequency of the thunderous static blasts, which now seem to sound wetter and wetter
>subsequent playbacks are still excellent quality

„Wou-OoooOOOoohhh…! URP! Would you li-nnnnnh…! Like to recooOOOUURPH! Song, Master?”

PHFFFFRRRRRT!

„Perhaps, AARP! Another karaooOOOOOHke sessSSsion?”

POOT!

>till cheery, still sultry, but now, it comes off as slightly desperate, thanks to her deepened, husky voice
>not too keen on recordings anymore, either
>not that that would stop her ravenous gorging
>tape at 55%

---

>for the next couple of days, the machine only recorded classical
>all instrumental, save for the odd Gregorian hymn
>it soothed its "metabolism", at the expense of being extra fattening

>it's belly didn't round out, or grew quite as taut as before, however, its entire form practically exploded with fat
>practically overnight, it lost all of it's sharp edges, and from there, it proceeded to gain an oval tubular shape
>already large, its belly had grown out even further, upper roll bloating upward, pulling on the tape even more
>the recorder head's mound began to tilt forward, the entire middle front section bloating outwards with flab
>the "dial columns" bulged outwards and inwards, causing some of the buttons to point outwards on inwards
>the gap between the two columns disappeared, as they began to rub together, having grown wider
>the buttons, knobs, dials, etc... seem to have grown larger and softer as well, though, they continue to function as normal
>its love-handles expanded further outward and downward
>the entire lower half of the machine broadened out in all directions
>speaker-buttocks, now fully laden with cellulite, had grown to pillow-size, and felt just as fluffy, original foamy material growing into the same, soft fake leather as all other expanded parts
>rolls upon back began to crease deeper, being pushed upwards by the expanded ass
>up top, the reels have somehow grown even broader, now only an inch or two away from touching each other, and had expanded forwards as well, doming out into soft mounds
>areolas puffed out further
>axle-cap nips still erect, now slightly swallowed by the coarser metal-flesh around them
>the reel-tits aren't being affected by gravity just yet
>dimples around VU display had grown thicker, cheeks growing even flabbier, as the sharp edges around them were disappearing
>Nixie-tube "eyes" slightly squinted by rising fat
>the fatty chin had grown prominent, and a second one was developing underneath it

---

>the sound of feasting heard during first playbacks has quieted down
>it sounds much more calmer now
>almost refined
>belches are infrequent, even between albums
>the loud farts have almost completely disappeared, with the exception of the occasional squeaks and poots
>the SBDs, however, remained
>with increasing frequency
>the room needs to be constantly ventilated, both to alleviate the smell somewhat

>the machine continues to sweat
>while it's new "diet" has put an end to the general greasiness, the newly softened surfaces are often moist with perspiration
>despite wrapping around it's distended front (and cutting into it's flesh like the strands of an undersized sling bikini), the tape remains in impeccable condition, and continues to provide excellent audio fidelity

>unsurprisingly, the secretions of the rear vent hand not ceased
>the viscous liquid it produces is gathered via kitchen cloth, and then punitively smeared and rubbed all over the machine
>it produces more, foul-smelling humms in return, polished shiny with it's own fluid
>frontal secretions have ebbed away slightly, no longer pooling in front of the machine
>still requires cleaning after every first playback of a newly recorded song
>cleaning is made increasingly difficult by distending abdominal adipose, and growing recording head mounds
>the husky moans certainly don't help, either

>do some research on the company
>some obscure electronics Co. from the '80s, known for their gag products and sexual paraphernalia
>acquired a formerly state-owned Russian firm in the early nineties, after the fall of the U.S.S.R.
>explains some of the buttons and dials familiar from Eastern Bloc designs
>hol'up.jpg
>said Russian company was privy to the civilian portion of a Soviet "advanced material" research, primarily regarding plastics

>have a big think about the possibility that you've been groping the results of a secret Soviet research, commercialized by pervy young Japanese businessmen

---

>on a whim, check the side of the machine
>right as rain, the name and logo of the company is there
>formerly a relief, but the added fat had stretched it wide, making it resemble a tattoo
>物愛 Inc.
>the logo is familiar: a large, stylized four-leaf clover, growing out of a trashcan that had it's top half crushed into an accordion-like shape

>they were most famous (infamous) in the paraphernalia market
>originally selling just gag products, they rose quickly, buying out many small companies (eventually including the aforementioned "commercial front" for Unknown Secret Soviet Research into plastics)
>by the mid '80s, they were already selling high-end electronics
>come the '90s, and the acquisition of the ex-Soviet company, they released the first line of "household sexual relief aids"
>"their words, not mine"
>began to stagnate in the early 2000s, coasted along on the momentum gained from the dotcom explosion, before inevitably facing the ax in 2008
>their webshop remained, trying to pay back shareholders by selling their remaining stocks and spare parts

>take a glance at the machine
>it barely resembles the small TV-sized box it was before, now taking on a distinctly pear-shaped form
>a wide base, made of the two columns at the front, and the speaker-ass at the back
>with large, hanging, bulging belly rolls pushing down and out at the front, even tilting the plump lips of the headmound forward
>love handles and cellulite growing along the sides
>and atop, two softened, engorged reels spin lazily, as the machine records another song
>they dome forward, smooth metal now yielding to the touch, coarser inner rings acting as areolae around the shiny, thick axle-cap nipples
>yyyep, definitely larger than 10,5
>they're nearly touching in the middle, too
>atop that, a "face" with chipmunk-like cheeks, thick dimples and a double chin around the VU display, and two double Nixie tube displays in the top corners, cutely upbeat in thei

>>52194
>come home drunk one night
>been out barhopping w/ colleagues, after finishing a massive project
>met some old friends along the way, caught up with happenings over stronger drinks
>somehow made it home without being pulled over by a cop

>enter s̶a̶n̶d̶m̶a̶n̶ home
>smells of shit and burning plastic
>fugg.jpeg
>you left the recorder on to record NiN's Ghosts I-IV album
>stumble into room
>shiieet.avi
>poor things looks bloated as hell
>flabby stomach rounded out. almost into a ball
>apex criss-crossed with new stretchmarks
>also, the color is bleached to almost white in a circle around the cavernous divot of the navel
>well, it has no blood for it to grow red with tautness, after all
>try to lightly touch the full belly
>"ooops"
>you're a bit clumsy when inebriated
>grabbing her firmly by the belly, you could hear a squeaking, taxed whine rise from the reels, and a loud burbling noise from the back
>the cogs in your brain turn slowly from the alcohol, as you check behind the machine
>the see-through ass-liquid has overflown, and your little powergrab a moment before has forced some out
>now it's all over the table
>"we're going to have aaaaants, aaaaaah"
>oh, wait

>grabbing a kitchen wipe you roughly and uncoordinatedly clean up the mess
>being sure to cop a feel and smack dat ass on your way back
>finally drop into the wheely chair
>feels like you fall forever
>"that was no ordinary booze"
>its a comfy chair
>a leather armchair ('cept the arms, which are like that of a modern wheely chair - but with leather arm-rest-pillows on top), swiveling on five metallic legs
>the wheels were added afterwards
>dad got this chair from his old workplace
>he was a sound engineer there
>worked until his mid '80s, and pointed at this chair as a parting gift
>now you got it
>leather's a bit worn, but its fine
>"where was I?"
>oh, yeh
>press play on the machine

---

>its rough
>many of the Ghosts are quite coarse, with a lot of heavily distorted guitar and sharp, electronic noises
>also, samples
>like from that one family video with the kids and the dad dressed as Bioshock characters

>loud gurgles block out the quieter parts of the songs
>loud, speaker-crackling static-y farts echo around the house, as the machine chugs through the album
>Ghosts 4, 8, and 20 are particularly bad
>loud guitar riffs are drowned out by harsh belches
>moans and groans dominate the brief moments of silence between some songs
>the bulge of the stomach visibly recedes, as the album reaches it's end

>the tautness, however, is replaced by smell, fluid and noise
>the speakers constantly ripple with alarmingly loud, wet farts
>so much so that they're visibly jiggling, quaking and shaking, with each static burst that ripples out of them
>trouble with that is the liquid
>the machine is sharting all over the table again
>at least it doesn't smell, and easy to clean up
>crossly consider how all this anal lube will be rubbed all over it's body
>it's greasy, sweating body
>and idle thought in the back of the mind: the sudden change in genres may have upset the recorder's "stomach"
>then again, it could be tape, digging into it, putting pressure on it's "guts"
>the smell of the gas is still horrid, tho
>it smells like old chips, beer, and plastic waste
>shit, maybe you've thrown up???

>the player begins to "mewl" into Ghost #29
>look down
>grease flows freely from underneath the receding, bulge of the belly
>gently lift it up
>feel it quiver
>the mounds are swollen, the roller jiggles, struggling to carry the tape
>flick it
>a squeal from above
>leaving one finger down to keep turning the roller, the reels creep into view
>swollen into veritable tits, areolae swallowing up the nips, they now sag forward under their own weight
>hope they don't fall off
>begin titty-twisting the left reel to get it back up to speed
>the machine moans into a song

---

>the moan becomes another burp
>dang, not only is she sopping wet again, she's practically frothing!
>...it, you mean
>right
>right
>oh, yeah, give the right reel a purple nurple as well
>moans fill the airwaves
>not even the errant, wet fart can stop you
>but the next song can

>having returned the tape to it's normal speed, the manhandling is stopped
>it's still sweating like a pig, and panting onto the songs
>occasionally burps
>last song fades out
>the smell is starting to make you feel queasy
>then...

>Oh.

>Oh no.

>Ghost 37 arrives
>shit
>they say the best ghost is a hidden one
>and this track is usually enjoyable
>but right now, the smell, the lighting, the alcohol...
>its all too much
>the song overwhelms
>you grow nervous
>anxious
>you feel y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶s̶ the dread crawl up on your back
>the music rises in intensity
>the room is revolving
>remember spinning around as a kid, just to get the world spinning in your head?
>that was fun
>this isn't
>you want out
>everything is fuzzy. static-y
>the room spins
>fall to the ground, on all four now
>there's a lull in the noise
>try to stand up, notice a bucket
>"why is there a bucket here?" would be the thought, if the alcohol hadn't turned into a gear-jamming jelly in your head
>suddenly, it's back
>screamingly loud
>you're terrified
>reach for the bucket, and let go of everything
>the room is spinning the music is too loud your throat is sore your mouth tastes bad everything hurts make it stop make it stop make it stop
>finally ebbs away
>retch for a while longer, strength fading
>song is over the climax now, on it's way to fade out
>notice the room growing dark in your peripheries
>push the bucket aside, stumble to the ground
>it's getting dark
>you hear one, final

BrrRrRrRRRrRRRTHFLRRRPSHhhh...!

>smells funky
>welcome to the darkness



***


>head splitting like a gymnast bomb
>body aches from hard floor
>bucket of semi-dried vomit in close proximity
>smell is unbearable
>...yyyup, that was a successful project

"Good morning, Master!"

>well, look who's cheery
>despite being a bloated mess the other night
>emphasis on mess
>it was even blushing - saw the bleached spots underneath her Nixie eyes!
>where was this embarrassment on any other day?
>like today?

>groan
>the light is harsh
>it is not your friend
>get up
>get up, you animal!
>on all fours
>good
>up on your feet, soldier
>head spinning, clasp it in a hand-vice to keep it screwed on
>stumble out of the room

>clothes discarded, shower taken
>return to room, still groggy with a headache and sore back
>stink of vomit still strong
>groan, grab bucket handle, leave room
>wonder on the way back what it was doing in the room in the first place
>open window, allow the level of fumes to return to sub-critical level
>idly take a glance at the machine from afar

>she a beaut', ain't she?
>fat-laden sides stretched wide, love-handles merging with tri-fold belly with a deep-seated button
>bulge of flab held back by the suspender-like tape on either side, digging into it without bruising it
>underneath it, the bottom of the plump, lip-like headmound is still peeking out, visibly tilted forward, as the rubbery flab-cum-synthetic flesh bulged forward with adipose
>strange, it seems to have slipped a bit lower, into the indentation between the two "dial columns"
>or, what's left of it, seeing that the columns themselves had thickened into veritable thunder thighs, that would surely rub together if they moved
>the buttons, knobs and dials either fattening along with them, or sinking into the plastic flesh
>the "thighs" support a set of child-bearing, muffin-topped hips
>and such support is needed, what, with the large, plump reel-breasts atop
>larger than any standard size on a music player, and blossoming forth into healthy, drooping bosom

---

>briefly recall seeing those metallic tits sway up-and-down lightly, during the playback, as if heaved by deep breaths, the kind one takes to fight against encroaching nausea
>gotta remember not to mix radically different genres in the future
>two double Nixie-tube eyes, displaying zeros, seem to look towards you, with only the tubes closer to you on either sides lit up
>cute, especially with the plumpened cheeks and dimples around her VU display
>could go without the double chin, but whatever
>and, of course, what else could fully validate the thus-established pear shape, than a pair of large buttocks
>not exactly bubble or ghetto, seeing as it's loaded with fat and no muscle, covered in cellulite, and spreading out far and wide behind--
>behind...

>Oh, son of a BITCH!

>behind the machine, starting from it's ass, to the edge of the table and up the wall to roughly the same height as the machine itself, is an enormous deposit of opaque, viscous liquid
>approach with shock and anger
>damn, it's everywhere!
>coated the table and the wall in half-inch (roughly one centimeter) layer of goop
>enraged, you grasp the machine by it's top, and turn it around
>there's a nasty squelch, as it spins 180 degrees on it's own pooled grease, goop, and sweat
>God damn, there's even a few drops on it's fatty back
>it's a nice, fatty back, tho
>doughy looking, with a few fat rolls at the bottom, and--

>OH LAAAAAAAAWD!

>dat
>big
>fat
>flabby
>rounded
>voluptuous
>AAAASS
>this has to be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen on a machine
>it brings tears to your eyes
>the way it bulges outwards. now that it's hanging over the edge of the table
>only one thing spoiling the image:
>the smeared goop between the two cheeks, which is now beginning to drip down onto the floor
>carefully part the (zaftig) cheeks, you go to inspect the rear heat vent
>"I swear, if this thing farts into my face, I'm gonna spank it SO HARD...!"

>>52196

>once parted, the (juicy) cheeks reveal the gaping, somewhat wrinkly pucker of the vent
>the material of the speaker-covers reaches inside, before fading into darkness
>while considering the employment a colonoscopy, something slimy worms it's way out of the now freed hole
>with a wet plop, a large chunk of semi-solidified goop falls out onto the floor, quickly dissolving into a puddle
>...great


>after clearing up the mess from the floor, the table and wall are next
>use a kitchen wipe to soak up the grease that had leaked out front
>carefully, but thoroughly clear it out from between the "lips" of the headmound with a cotton swab, and use another wipe to clean between the "legs"
>use the now greasy wipes to roughly rub down the front of the reels, until they're shiny (and the axle-cap nips stand erect)
>use a sponge to scrub down the wall
>squish it dry, then use it to soak up the goop from the table
>angrily rub the liquid all over the machine's plastic, giving it a more broader rubdown
>making sure to clean between the folds
>give it's bottom a rub as well, seeing as it had been standing in essentially it's own filth for the past couple of weeks

>finally, return to dat ASS
>marvel at it's beauty
>then smack it for making a mess
>it jiggles for a while, hypnotically

*drip*

>oh, yeah, the vent remains dirty
>part dem cheeks again
>hmmm...
>against better judgement, common sense, and the aethereal whispers of your guardian angel, you decide to stick your finger inside
>...
>its warm, being a heat vent, but also wet from the goop
>try to reach further in, trying to find the source of the liquid
>the fleshy plastic seems to go on forever
>in the meantime, the machine continues to quiver, jiggle, and moan
>strange, it isn't even on playback
>ohwell.jpg
>retracting a now slimy hand, stand up to assess the situation

---

>being hungover always holds a few surprises
>such as leaving the shower, but never bothering to put on any clothes
>it simply slips the mind on a warm, sunny day, in the privacy of one's home
>another thing is the recurring presence of whyboner
>the lark always keeps coming back for more
>and right now, despite being only a few hours away from blackout drunkenness, and thus still probably having significant amounts of alcohol in it's system, the body can still manage to produce an impressive morning wood
>thus when idle eyes fall upon the prominent posterior of a rapturously randy (and rotund) recorder, one tends to get... curious thoughts in mind
>and by curious, we mean lewd, of course

>the machine is heavy, but not unbearably so
>after carefully lifting it up (and turning around without tugging on the USB cable), the table offers a suitable seat for the naked butt, machine seated upon the lap, facing away
>holding it is surprisingly easy: while it's ample flesh is supple, there's enough of it to firmly hold onto
>so, with one hand holding it by the top, dick is adjusted to slide between those lubed-up cheeks
>carefully begin moving - tilting - hips back and forth, hotdogging the speakers
>with the other hand settled on the love handles, the machine is being rocked against the cock, fatty cheeks grinding against the stiffy
>it feels... soft
>the plump, synthetic flesh rubs against the sides just enough to stimulate it without squeezing
>its warm to the touch
>the goop serves as great lubricant
>however, legs are starting to fall asleep from above the knee - while not TOO heavy, the machine IS cutting off circulation into the lower legs
>used hand to prop up body in order to readjust position
>hand slips on still wet surface of table
>fall back, banging head against the wall lightly

>Fuck!

>notice curious sensation upon crotch
>specifically, a slight pain
>look down
>see penis bent into an arch, stuck between the two cheeks
>try to jiggle it out

---

>as expert hip gyrations fail to dislodge the bent phallus, a hand must come down to free it from it's awkward predicament
>...succeeds in fully sliding my dick into the vent

>the wet softness that now envelops my manhood is velvety in it's touch, and warm as a bitch
>absentmindedly begin to thrust
>awkward angle of penetration still makes it somewhat uncomfortable
>the hand which failed to extract the D now slips, crestfallen, onto the lower front of the machine, and begins fumbling with the buttons
>"imagine my surprise when..."

"I let you violate me
I let you desecrate me
I let you penetrate me
I let you complicate me"

>...Holy shit.

>"Closer"
>classy

"Help me
You broke apart my insides
Help me
I've got no soul to sell
Help me
The only thing that works for me
Help you get away from yourself"

>she completely replaced Trent's voice
>changed the lyrics, too

"I want us to fuck like animals
I want to feel you from the inside
Want you to fuck me like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God!"

>that's debatable

"I can take your isolation
I will take the hate that it brings
I will have your absence of faith
You can have my everything"

>how generous
>her insides humm and resonate with the music
>keep thrusting, the feeling of wet silk wrapping and unwrapping around my manhood
>her ass and back jiggles from the motion, love handles bouncing up and down
>she's beginning to perspire again

"Help me
Tear down your reason
Help me
It's my scent you can smell
Help me
You make me complete
Let me become somebody else!"

>Buck wildly against the box
>she melts into my lap
>hear the repeated clapping, as her ass slams down onto my crotch
>she moans into the instrumental bridges
>find it strange that I can fuck her so easily
>she's bent almost at 90 degrees
>thrust in deep

---

>the idle hand rises from the buttons
>settles between her columns, prying between the bulging flesh
>another thrust jostles her belly upwards
>she belches, then moans as the hand slips underneath it
>the sound is starting to "mewl" again
>unseen, the hand feels up the lips of the mound
>pinky runs down in between, careful not to graze the tape
>the machine shudders
>begin turning the roller with the tip of the finger
>prop her top underneath my chin
>freed up, the other hand wanders down
>her right (now left) reel never received enough attention
>time to correct this
>finger circles the puffy metal areola
>shiny nipple slips into the grasp of the index and the thumb
>pinch, turn, and the push on areola with finger once again, homing in on the nipple in a spiral the moment the tape begins to slacken again

>she's moaning loudly now
>covered in sweat again
>her ass squelches with lube
>cheeks clapping loudly
>nipples erect, reels jittering
>completely molded to my lap
>hilt in her
>she screams

Through every forest above the trees
Within my stomach scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

>"Sorry, Trent, you'll have to finish your own song"
>she's panting, moaning
>hands massage both reels
>slip down to stomach, careful to avoid the tape
>H E F T

BLAAOORRRRRPH!

>feel the hot air against my dick
>inner thighs covered in lube
>knees coated with grease
>pull out - cheeks want to keep me in
>almost nut a second time on the way out
>she's still bent into my lap
>"something tells me this is what it feels like to fuck a midget"
>"or a quadruple amputee"
>but perish those thoughts!
>it suddenly dawns upon me

>I just had sex with a machine.

>welp
>carefully put her back on the table
>she had already regained her upright posture
>good
>decide to check the recorder's specs on the computer
>reel at 71%

---

>in the ensuing days, a cycle begins to emerge:
>wake up
>shower
>put on clothes
>have breakfast
>brush teeth
>turn on computer and select an album or selection of songs for the recorder to, eh, record
>leave for work
>come home after work
>press play on machine, and fuck during the first playback
>shower
>have dinner
>listen to music properly, while scouring the internet
>sleep
>this goes on for a week or so, and it has a notable effect on the machine

>while it had began to loose it's boxy shape a little while ago, by now, all trace of it had disappeared - it's shape is organic in almost every sense of the word:
>while it had been showing the hints of a pear shape, by now, the machine had assumed a form what can only be described as the fattened lovechild of a pear and a hourglass
>it's speakers-covers, originally just two foam-filled pillows at the bottom of the machine's backplate, had expanded into two basketball-sized (and suitably cellulose-coated) mounds of adipose, pushing out roughly a feet (roughly 31 cm) behind the now delicately arching, fat-laden back, pushing said fat into delicious rolls above them
>the slightest movement (or rather, the slightest sound) would send them into a rippling, jiggling frenzy
>the thunderous static blasts that accompanied certain first playbacks - when various songs of radically different genres were put together, "upsetting" her "stomach" - could leave them quaking for minutes on end, AFTER the last track had faded out
>with the cheeks growing so huge, the threat of their lubricant coating the wall after a powerful blast became minimized
>however, because of this, the rear heat vent regularly required to have the goop drained from it - nothing that a good anal romp couln't solve
>spreading those cheeks apart had become slightly difficult, but nothing someone suitably horny couldn't deal with

>>52197

>at the front, the two thunder thighs - formerly the two "columns" providing room for the dial interface - helped to prop up the new bulk of the machine
>as the frame widened sideways, to provide the supportive shape of broad, motherly, child-bearing hips
>as a result of this transformation, the bleached streaks of stretchmarks marred the sides of the "columns", while on the inside, they rubbed together, fattened cylinders brushing against one another

>such a broad and weighted base was necessary for what rested atop
>the reels, filled-out into large, hefty domes topped with puffy areolae, that threatened to swallow up the fattened nipples, had began to droop down under their own weight
>grown into the diameter of film reels, with their front rounding out at the front, they were constantly on the cusp of grinding into each other, and just about avoided it while still gingerly touching on their inner sides
>two things kept them from grinding together, halting all recording and playing ability
>the first one was the stack of double chins above them, formed underneath the black oblong of the digital VU display (which, as of recent, had began to show a larger, more luscious set of blue "lips" whenever the machine was talking), they were a part of the concentric dimples that formed around the "mouth" of the machine, pushed against it by a pair of chubby, cherubic cheeks (that also forced the "eyes", the pair of double Nixie numeric displays, to "squint" happily)
>these jowls helped keep the reels suitably apart to keep the turning
>however, they paled in comparison to what rested underneath them, bloating upwards every time the machine had "ingested" something that would upset her stomach (which was almost all the time, seeing as such indigestion would lead to a greater output of gas, and thus, a greater output of pleasure)

---

>as even without the gravid bloating, said stomach, the turgidly engorged, and then adipose-filled, bulbous multi-rolled mass, that pulled heavily on the tape like a pair of suspenders, or the strings of a sling bikini (which dug deeply into the soft, synthetic flesh as a result), was the largest individual part of the machine, taking up at least a fourth of it's overall bulk
>it's original rolls bloated into three large lumps - two at the bottom, one atop -, with the cavernous navel at their center
>swollen fecund, and then filled heavy with mass, by now, it stuck out at least a foot in front of the machine, covering the mound of the recording and reading heads - indeed, one would had to have their eyes level with the apex of the flabby beast to see the tautly-pulled tape reach the plumpened lips of the mound
>of course, such quantity of rolls lead to it's own issues, particularly when it came to perspiration - the porcine player could fill a trough with the amount of liquid it drained into it's fold each day, which was only exacerbated by even just one coarse, bass, drum, or guitarplay filled song, or thumping techno
>heavy metal constituted her heavy meals, leaving the rotund machine sweating like a pig, while songs of other genres ensured that the first playback would be composed with her own deep, brassy tubas and tooting horns, and vocalized by her own belches, burps, groans and moans
>of course, every time it's filled, the stomach bloats out even more, stretchmarks criss-crossing its sides, while around the belly button's deep crevice, the plastic turned flabby synthetic flesh becomes bleached, being unable to turn red
>on these occasions, it rises up, pushing the reels even further apart, while forcing the tape to dig deeper into it, pulling it even more taut around the headmound and roller

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>the mound itself had been shifting downwards with every layer of adipose that pushed the stomach onto it, until it settled between the two "legs" of the machine, at an angle where its mostly the top of the two, curving halves and the roller that remain visible from the front
>despite seemingly being wedged between the ham-like, blubbery thighs and the plump, fat lips of the mound (to mention nothing of the abdominal fat now threatening to fully cover the former two like an apron), the tape still moved perfectly, perhaps rendered lick by the sweat, which it would've came into contact with the moment it rolled off the reel, as it was forced to fold flat against the surface of the belly on the way down
>how and why it retained it's audio fidelity despite such conditions was a mystery, perhaps, a result of glorious nippon engineering (gotta make the emperor proud!)

>of course, the first playbacks never exactly went without a hitch
>even though those thickened lips could never press the tape together enough to stop it, the roller still seemed to struggle with turning, leading to the annoying "mewling" that occurs when the tape isn't played at the right speed
>thankfully a few (continuous) flicks of a finger (with another two locked around the nipple of the deviant reel), it could resume it's function, but at the cost of secreting a veritable stream of grease, adding to the already fogging mixture of sweat and gas
>unlike the lube at the back, which was prevented from overflowing by the now enormous ass blocking it's path, this grease could flow freely, coating the depths of the headmound, and the inner thighs of the machine
>the upshot of this was that it provided the necessary lubricant to buff up the reels, much like how the excess lube was used to treat the recorder's plastic flesh, especially when it had been overfilled by a long album
>however, the cascade of lubricant was still inexplicable, especially it's frothy nature at times

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>finally, the day came
>after a quickie to celebrate the recording of the last few unrecorded Bowie songs (which also revealed that psychedelic rock had a suitably psychedelic effect on the machine, what with her voice sounding high as a kite, even as she moaned into a dual belch and fart), the computer revealed that the tape was nearing completion
>there was enough room left for one song, little over 5 minutes in length
>"I knew what I had to do"

>as the machine recorded, it was difficult not to take in all of it
>it's zaftig form (for the given value of what is "pleasantly plump") wobbled slightly by it's own, slightest motions
>the reels heaved, slowly rising up and down as they turned, yet the tape continued to unfurl and roll up evenly
>her belly, not filling up from one measly song, bulged quietly, "chastely" covering her mound, with only the divots left by the tape offering a peek at it
>most of the buttons on her "thighs" had grown big and soft, dials widened into featureless nubs, slides swallowed up by the flab
>ass had grown wide enough to be visible from the front, glistening slightly, rolls of sweat making their way down it's cellulite-covered sides

>finally, the reels stopped
>Nixie tube displays halted at 0504
>five minutes, four seconds
>not that long, but then again, not much time would be required
>today isn't about music
>it is more of a send-off, after all
>with the tape complete, and with considerable doubt about the removability of the reels...
>well, it was fun, and the machine is still a functioning reel-to-reel player, despite it all
>with excellent audio quality
>still, it was it's gaining that made the whole procedure extra appealing
>and with the tape complete, that part of the magic would be lost

>this had to be made to count
>taking a sponge to rub down the machine, hands trace every curve, every dimple, and every roll of flab there was
>it is time

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>strip
>no need to coax out an erection, dick was already at full mas
>gently lift the machine
>or, what passes as gently, considering how fucking heavy it had gotten
>sitting on the table
>heard it groan when the recorder was lifted
>hope it'll take the weight of both of you
>careful with the cords

>this
>the position, a reminder of the day the machine had gone from a provider of auditory (and visual) pleasure to the giver of a much more carnal one
>FUCK, she's heavy, tho
>but, at last, she sits (rather heavily) on the lap
>good thing the song is so short, 'cause she's already cutting off the blood flow.
>although, that does mean more is flowing into the D
>"My God, dat ASS"
>it's... beautiful
>to round pillows of jiggling, soft flesh
>to call the sight a hotdog in it's bun would bring to mind two round loaves of bread, dwarfing the sausage between them
>slowly slipping further in
>as it enters the vent, the idle hand, for once busy with gripping the love handles, now slips forward, and, with a practiced movement
>...fumbles around among the fattened dials to find the play button
>finally manages to trace it out, aaaand...

>it began with a patter of drums, and then, the saxophone came in
>she moaned, perhaps in surprise
>perhaps, a cringing groan
>rocking her back and forth, slowly at first
>watching the flesh jitter and jiggle

I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind the silver screen
And all its sad good-byes

>following the slow rhythm, hearing her moan into song
>it's light enough not to give her indigestion
>then again, that's not why it was chosen

"I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool"

>idle hand reaches in
>fingers trace up between her columns, poking in between, to collect a dew of sweat
>lean back, pull it close
>reach under her belly