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>>5291 (OP)
Please make your own stories and post images with your own stories, too, but please keep the text limit at 9999. Here are to examples.
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No.5293
>>5292
Darin's visit to the Candyland was proving very fruitful. The obese wolf tottered along, his weight causing his feet to sink through the sticky coating of icing that coated the ground. Pausing occasionally, he would reach down over his belly and tear some of the sweet treats out the chocolate ground they grew from. His recent gorging had left his face smeared with icing and his stomach felling heavy and full. As he was making his way up the hill, he noticed a thick river of liquid chocolate coursing down the valley below. He immediately licked his hungry chops and waddled down towards it, flabby thighs chafing together.
Arriving at the bank he flopped down, letting his feet dangle over the edge precariously. The chocolate looked so warm, so inviting; so tasty.
The obese wolf leaned forwards and dived in.
Darin's visit to the Candyland was proving very fruitful. The obese wolf tottered along, his weight causing his feet to sink through the sticky coating of icing that coated the ground. Pausing occasionally, he would reach down over his belly and tear some of the sweet treats out the chocolate ground they grew from. His recent gorging had left his face smeared with icing and his stomach felling heavy and full. As he was making his way up the hill, he noticed a thick river of liquid chocolate coursing down the valley below. He immediately licked his hungry chops and waddled down towards it, flabby thighs chafing together.
Arriving at the bank he flopped down, letting his feet dangle over the edge precariously. The chocolate looked so warm, so inviting; so tasty.
The obese wolf leaned forwards and dived in.
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No.5294
>>5292
Glory started to feel sick as she was stuffed to above and beyond like she was before. She clenched a fist as her belly stretched so tight that it felt like a drum. Her breasts fought her shirt and pushed into her face a bit more as she ate. She was just blowing up like a balloon. She could feel how the volume inside her was dangerously decreasing as all the food filled her up. She leaned back as much as she could and squeezed her toes in despair as her belly pushed her legs apart. “GWACE… TWOOO…FWAAT!” Glory tried one last time to say in effort to get her sister to stop forcing food into her.
“Too fat?! You have absolutely NO idea what too fat even is! Not until I’m done with you!” Grace replied kneeling and taking a big clump of cake with a fork and pushing it into Glory’s already full mouth causing crumbs to fall onto her breasts. “Yes that’s right you fat cow eat!” Grace exclaimed and followed with another forkful of cake.
Glory started to feel sick as she was stuffed to above and beyond like she was before. She clenched a fist as her belly stretched so tight that it felt like a drum. Her breasts fought her shirt and pushed into her face a bit more as she ate. She was just blowing up like a balloon. She could feel how the volume inside her was dangerously decreasing as all the food filled her up. She leaned back as much as she could and squeezed her toes in despair as her belly pushed her legs apart. “GWACE… TWOOO…FWAAT!” Glory tried one last time to say in effort to get her sister to stop forcing food into her.
“Too fat?! You have absolutely NO idea what too fat even is! Not until I’m done with you!” Grace replied kneeling and taking a big clump of cake with a fork and pushing it into Glory’s already full mouth causing crumbs to fall onto her breasts. “Yes that’s right you fat cow eat!” Grace exclaimed and followed with another forkful of cake.
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The cool, white light of the refrigerator was the only light in the dark kitchen. Waves of cool air flowed over the empty shelves, ambling outwards into the outside world. It spiraled and ambled down, until it brushed against a smooth, sweaty, hot sphere. A ball of groaning, overfilled flesh, its doughy layers slowly rising up and down. Beyond its gurgling, overstuffed bulk were two great pillars of soft, pink flab, a pair of tightly-stretched denim shorts visible among the rolls. In front of the heaving belly were two bouncing, marshmallow-like breasts, barely constrained by a green crop top. Between two meaty arms was a woman’s head, resting against the tile. In the middle of her chubby face, her tongue lolled around her white teeth and plump lips. Two blue yes stared out at the ceiling in a haze of pleasure and pain. Her red hair was strewn out in a mop. Around her a mob of food wrappers and partially-eaten goodies littered the ground. An empty bucket of takeout chinese lay against a milk jug and an empty pizza box. Next to her cellulite-coated thighs was an open can of pringles. A few forlorn chips poked out of the tube, their comrades digesting deep within the orb of flesh that stood but a few inches from them. By her arms was a crumpled bag of fudge bites. Grasped in her hand was a bar of chocolate, a bite taken out of it.
“Late night snack?” I said, as I smiled at her. He gave a groan of either pleasure or nausea (or both), and I gingerly stepped forwards. I knelt besides her, and placed my hands on her massively bloated stomach. I gently began to massage, kneading the warm, moist fat between my fingers. Her gut burbled and moaned as it struggled to break down the tsunami of food that had poured into it. It seemed liked she had tried her best to eat everything in the fridge, and she had come pretty close. Even through her dense layers of fat, I could feel that her stomach was as hard as I was. As I began to reach towards my crotch, she gave a soft burp and groaned.
“W..aait.”
She softly flicked her hand, wiggling the candy bar.
“Not...until...you feed me dessert…”
“Late night snack?” I said, as I smiled at her. He gave a groan of either pleasure or nausea (or both), and I gingerly stepped forwards. I knelt besides her, and placed my hands on her massively bloated stomach. I gently began to massage, kneading the warm, moist fat between my fingers. Her gut burbled and moaned as it struggled to break down the tsunami of food that had poured into it. It seemed liked she had tried her best to eat everything in the fridge, and she had come pretty close. Even through her dense layers of fat, I could feel that her stomach was as hard as I was. As I began to reach towards my crotch, she gave a soft burp and groaned.
“W..aait.”
She softly flicked her hand, wiggling the candy bar.
“Not...until...you feed me dessert…”
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One would hope that after spending ten hours at a tedious office job, including two hours’ worth of commuting on cramped buses, work would be done for the day and it could be a case of relaxing until the time for sleep rolled around; but no, dinner still had to be cooked which doubtless would take another hour in itself. Paradeox was returning after one such day to the small house he rented on the outskirts of town, for it was far easier on his pocket to endure the long commutes than find an extortionate apartment in the CBD.
As was his habit, the first thing he did when he reached the end of his driveway was check his mailbox: as always, the only thing in there that wasn’t junk was a cobweb, long since abandoned by a spider moving on to bigger and better things. He idly flicked through the various advertisements and offers of special deals, regarding nearly everything as a complete waste of paper. One flier, however, did catch his eye: Pizza Shack were offering a two-for-one deal on pizzas and sides. This, it seemed to Paradeox, could not only solve the issue of dinner for tonight, but for tomorrow night too.
Flopping down in his recliner, he pulled his phone from his pocket and navigated to Pizza Shack’s website, starting to browse their menu with the flier resting on his lap. With such an extensive selection to choose from it took the fox several mouth-watering minutes to come to a decision, but when he finally hit ‘Confirm’ he was eagerly awaiting a Meat Lover’s pizza with garlic bread and two litres of soda for that night, plus a Hawaiian for the day after.
Half an hour or so later, he was jumping up to answer the summons of the doorbell. On his doorstep stood a young lion, his mane still fairly short and better developed on the top of his head than under his chin.
“One Meat Lover’s, one Hawaiian, one garlic bread, and one Pipsee?” the feline asked, his voice cracking slightly halfway through the sentence.
Paradeox nodded and relieved the lion of his burden, wishing him a good night before disappearing back inside.
With a huff of satisfaction, Paradeox tossed the now-empty pizza box in the direction of the coffee table; it hit the edge and fell onto the floor, taking a coaster with it. The fox leaned back in his recliner, the footrest up, the big bottle of soda within easy reach for swigging. He was feeling very full and relaxed after his lazy dinner, and he still hadn’t touched the garlic bread; after eyeing the package for a second, he shrugged and unwrapped it: it wouldn’t keep that long, so he figured.
Yes, this had been an excellent idea, one to bear in mind for the future. He wouldn’t do it every night, obviously, just every now and again when the day had taken too much out of him; that couldn’t do him any harm, could it?
I wonder if any other pizza places do special offers…
As was his habit, the first thing he did when he reached the end of his driveway was check his mailbox: as always, the only thing in there that wasn’t junk was a cobweb, long since abandoned by a spider moving on to bigger and better things. He idly flicked through the various advertisements and offers of special deals, regarding nearly everything as a complete waste of paper. One flier, however, did catch his eye: Pizza Shack were offering a two-for-one deal on pizzas and sides. This, it seemed to Paradeox, could not only solve the issue of dinner for tonight, but for tomorrow night too.
Flopping down in his recliner, he pulled his phone from his pocket and navigated to Pizza Shack’s website, starting to browse their menu with the flier resting on his lap. With such an extensive selection to choose from it took the fox several mouth-watering minutes to come to a decision, but when he finally hit ‘Confirm’ he was eagerly awaiting a Meat Lover’s pizza with garlic bread and two litres of soda for that night, plus a Hawaiian for the day after.
Half an hour or so later, he was jumping up to answer the summons of the doorbell. On his doorstep stood a young lion, his mane still fairly short and better developed on the top of his head than under his chin.
“One Meat Lover’s, one Hawaiian, one garlic bread, and one Pipsee?” the feline asked, his voice cracking slightly halfway through the sentence.
Paradeox nodded and relieved the lion of his burden, wishing him a good night before disappearing back inside.
With a huff of satisfaction, Paradeox tossed the now-empty pizza box in the direction of the coffee table; it hit the edge and fell onto the floor, taking a coaster with it. The fox leaned back in his recliner, the footrest up, the big bottle of soda within easy reach for swigging. He was feeling very full and relaxed after his lazy dinner, and he still hadn’t touched the garlic bread; after eyeing the package for a second, he shrugged and unwrapped it: it wouldn’t keep that long, so he figured.
Yes, this had been an excellent idea, one to bear in mind for the future. He wouldn’t do it every night, obviously, just every now and again when the day had taken too much out of him; that couldn’t do him any harm, could it?
I wonder if any other pizza places do special offers…
>>5332
Paradeox began his new dinner scheme with the best of intentions, and actually kept to them too for the first couple of weeks: he would order a couple of pizzas each week and forced himself to maintain his energy to whip something up of his own creation the other nights. He even went jogging at the weekends, knowing that a sedentary job plus a less-than-optimal diet could have untoward effects on his body.
But then came the week from hell. The word had come down from on high that, due to the CEO’s ineptitude, Paradeox’s department would be pulling double duty for the foreseeable future. Instead of arriving at the office around nine o’clock, he found himself having to show up at seven, leaving no time for breakfast. Lunch had gone from a leisurely half hour or so to scarfing down whatever he could scrounge from the vending machine, then immediately returning to the grind. He wasn’t strolling out of the building at a little after five anymore, he was hurrying to catch the last bus home at eight.
On the Monday he managed to convince himself not to take the easy way out: a sandwich with a little salad on the side was surely a better option than resorting to ordering food in, something which he had always told himself to save for later in the week as a treat.
The Tuesday, however, snailed by in a haze of hunger. He was so tired after that first day of non-stop work that he overslept, meaning he couldn’t even grab something from the fridge on his way to the bus stop. Like the previous day, his only sustenance until he could get home was a single candy bar. He was running on fumes for most of the afternoon, the only thing keeping him from falling asleep at his desk being the knowledge that even a moment’s unproductivity would make the whole situation much, much worse.
He collapsed into his recliner the moment he got home, closing his eyes, feeling ready to sleep forever. But then his stomach growled: it wanted, needed to take precedence.
The moment he drew out his phone an email notification popped up: In The Mood Pizza was offering free upgrades to stuffed crust. The fox tapped the screen largely at random from then on, paying just enough attention to make sure he ordered just the two pizzas, both with a cheesy crust.
The first bite was ecstasy. Normally a Vegorama wouldn’t have been his first choice, but today it tasted like the food of the gods. Though his taste buds wanted to savour every bite, it was his starving belly that ruled him at that point: all eight slices were stuffed hungrily into his mouth one by one, the box empty save a little grease in under ten minutes.
He sat back, feeling oddly…unsatisfied. Normally one pizza was enough to fill him up for the night, though he could often find room for a side or dessert had he ordered either. Tonight, however, he still felt a gaping hole in his stomach: he had eaten so little over the past couple of days and spent so much energy trying to keep his brain on task that he couldn’t help but need more fuel.
The second, still full pizza box lay on the coffee table; it was supposed to be Wednesday’s dinner, but it looked oh so tempting from where the fox was sitting. He stared at it for a few minutes, his brain and belly battling with one another over what to do with that hearty meal whose smell was wafting tantalising over to his twitching nose.
The longer he sat there, the feebler his mind’s reasons for saving it seemed to become. He was hungry, he had been working harder than he had ever done in his life, and, after all, there was no real harm in doubling down just this once.
With a small shrug, he leaned forward and scooped Pandora’s pizza box onto his lap.
Paradeox began his new dinner scheme with the best of intentions, and actually kept to them too for the first couple of weeks: he would order a couple of pizzas each week and forced himself to maintain his energy to whip something up of his own creation the other nights. He even went jogging at the weekends, knowing that a sedentary job plus a less-than-optimal diet could have untoward effects on his body.
But then came the week from hell. The word had come down from on high that, due to the CEO’s ineptitude, Paradeox’s department would be pulling double duty for the foreseeable future. Instead of arriving at the office around nine o’clock, he found himself having to show up at seven, leaving no time for breakfast. Lunch had gone from a leisurely half hour or so to scarfing down whatever he could scrounge from the vending machine, then immediately returning to the grind. He wasn’t strolling out of the building at a little after five anymore, he was hurrying to catch the last bus home at eight.
On the Monday he managed to convince himself not to take the easy way out: a sandwich with a little salad on the side was surely a better option than resorting to ordering food in, something which he had always told himself to save for later in the week as a treat.
The Tuesday, however, snailed by in a haze of hunger. He was so tired after that first day of non-stop work that he overslept, meaning he couldn’t even grab something from the fridge on his way to the bus stop. Like the previous day, his only sustenance until he could get home was a single candy bar. He was running on fumes for most of the afternoon, the only thing keeping him from falling asleep at his desk being the knowledge that even a moment’s unproductivity would make the whole situation much, much worse.
He collapsed into his recliner the moment he got home, closing his eyes, feeling ready to sleep forever. But then his stomach growled: it wanted, needed to take precedence.
The moment he drew out his phone an email notification popped up: In The Mood Pizza was offering free upgrades to stuffed crust. The fox tapped the screen largely at random from then on, paying just enough attention to make sure he ordered just the two pizzas, both with a cheesy crust.
The first bite was ecstasy. Normally a Vegorama wouldn’t have been his first choice, but today it tasted like the food of the gods. Though his taste buds wanted to savour every bite, it was his starving belly that ruled him at that point: all eight slices were stuffed hungrily into his mouth one by one, the box empty save a little grease in under ten minutes.
He sat back, feeling oddly…unsatisfied. Normally one pizza was enough to fill him up for the night, though he could often find room for a side or dessert had he ordered either. Tonight, however, he still felt a gaping hole in his stomach: he had eaten so little over the past couple of days and spent so much energy trying to keep his brain on task that he couldn’t help but need more fuel.
The second, still full pizza box lay on the coffee table; it was supposed to be Wednesday’s dinner, but it looked oh so tempting from where the fox was sitting. He stared at it for a few minutes, his brain and belly battling with one another over what to do with that hearty meal whose smell was wafting tantalising over to his twitching nose.
The longer he sat there, the feebler his mind’s reasons for saving it seemed to become. He was hungry, he had been working harder than he had ever done in his life, and, after all, there was no real harm in doubling down just this once.
With a small shrug, he leaned forward and scooped Pandora’s pizza box onto his lap.
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anymore, and the digits on his limbs couldn’t manage any more than helpless wiggles, being weighed down by swaths of hanging fat. Every day, they grew closer and closer to being lost and smothered in his ever-flabbing limbs. But when it came to swallowing up his limbs, his butt was the most gluttonous part of this gluttonous cat. His thighs and legs became one with his enormous growing ass, which spread out along the ground by the day as Artemis continued to eat, easily becoming the biggest layer on this layer cake of a cat.
Luna’s breath fluttered as she remembered how breathtaking the sight of Artemis gaining day by day was. His movements became more labored and lumbering until he couldn't move on his own. He grew more lazy and lethargic and loving, and Luna loved nothing more than to dote on him with endless treats. And nothing made them grow closer than Luna intimately feeding her growing man.
“I missed you today,” Artemis said as he finished inhaling another treat.
“You say that all the time, Artemis,” she said bashfully.
“Because it’s true every day! You know how much I love spending time with you.”
“Oh, Artemis! You butter me up, you enormous fat cat!”
“Well why don’t you return the favor?” he said with a wink.
Without another word, Luna clapped her hands twice. A Luna-P immediately floated around, balancing a rich cake with especially thick-looking pink frosting and a cutting life. It gently placed each thing on the ground and flew away to perform some other unseen task. Luna happily sliced off a piece of cake. She leaned on Artemis, her free hand sinking into Artemis’ fat like quicksand. With her other hand, she placed the cake near Artemis’ mouth. He took it in his jaws, but Luna let it rest on the apex of his belly before actually feeding it to him.
Artemis made a questioned muffle through his cake. “I thought it would be fun if you fed it to me.”
“Oh, I’ll be there in a minute, big guy!” Luna rolled over to one side of Artemis, making him giggle as his fat shifted around. “I just need to relieve some stress for a moment!”
Luna then started to snuggle with Artemis’ fat belly, letting her arms wrap around as much kitty flab as she could and letting herself sink into him again. Artemis giggled again as her cheek pushed into his chest fat. He felt as warm and fuzzy as a comforter, and as Artemis ate, he felt all too happy to be her cushion.
As he started to munch on his cake, Luna climbed on top of him to give him a peck on his chunky, full cheek. “Hurry up the rest of your cake.” she whispered lovingly. “I can’t wait to roll you into bed, Artemis.”
“Why bother with the bed, Luna? You’ve got your perfect mattress right here.”
Luna’s breath fluttered as she remembered how breathtaking the sight of Artemis gaining day by day was. His movements became more labored and lumbering until he couldn't move on his own. He grew more lazy and lethargic and loving, and Luna loved nothing more than to dote on him with endless treats. And nothing made them grow closer than Luna intimately feeding her growing man.
“I missed you today,” Artemis said as he finished inhaling another treat.
“You say that all the time, Artemis,” she said bashfully.
“Because it’s true every day! You know how much I love spending time with you.”
“Oh, Artemis! You butter me up, you enormous fat cat!”
“Well why don’t you return the favor?” he said with a wink.
Without another word, Luna clapped her hands twice. A Luna-P immediately floated around, balancing a rich cake with especially thick-looking pink frosting and a cutting life. It gently placed each thing on the ground and flew away to perform some other unseen task. Luna happily sliced off a piece of cake. She leaned on Artemis, her free hand sinking into Artemis’ fat like quicksand. With her other hand, she placed the cake near Artemis’ mouth. He took it in his jaws, but Luna let it rest on the apex of his belly before actually feeding it to him.
Artemis made a questioned muffle through his cake. “I thought it would be fun if you fed it to me.”
“Oh, I’ll be there in a minute, big guy!” Luna rolled over to one side of Artemis, making him giggle as his fat shifted around. “I just need to relieve some stress for a moment!”
Luna then started to snuggle with Artemis’ fat belly, letting her arms wrap around as much kitty flab as she could and letting herself sink into him again. Artemis giggled again as her cheek pushed into his chest fat. He felt as warm and fuzzy as a comforter, and as Artemis ate, he felt all too happy to be her cushion.
As he started to munch on his cake, Luna climbed on top of him to give him a peck on his chunky, full cheek. “Hurry up the rest of your cake.” she whispered lovingly. “I can’t wait to roll you into bed, Artemis.”
“Why bother with the bed, Luna? You’ve got your perfect mattress right here.”
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Luna’s heart had brought her to several different men in her search for romance: a young astronomer, a pretty boy pop star. But when the romance fizzled and Luna was left alone, Artemis was the one who always helped her get back on her feet. He was friendly, compassionate, and a delight to be around, and eventually, her heart brought her to the handsome white space cat and the two of them fell in love.
Of course, Luna had her preferences to consider as well. When it came to the human crushes in her life, they were naturally bigger than her, simply by height and stature. It took some deep consideration on her part, but she eventually realized that she liked her men on the big side. She loved Artemis with all her heart, but she always imagined him fulfilling her physical needs and being bigger. She didn’t know any magic that could make him taller, but she did take it upon herself to try out another method. And the results were simply…
***
Luna stretched her mouth out in an enormous yawn after a hard day’s work. It was certainly no easy task, making sure Usagi did her work and ate right and didn’t spend the entire afternoon reading comics. She took on her responsibilities to the future queen of the Crystal Kingdom with pride and stoicism, but when she got to the end of the day, she crumpled under the exhaustion like anyone else. Fortunately enough, she had an especially gratifying reward waiting for her at the end of every day, and she so looked forward to spending time with him.
She snuck into the arcade that housed her secret base for the Sailor Guardians and entered through the Sailor V console. Aside from the computer that could look into any strange goings on that Sailor Moon and co. would have to take care of, she had a special love room that only she could access. When she arrived inside, her ears perked to the familiar and titillating sounds of whirring, television, and eating. No matter how tired she was, she always got a pep in her step when she heard that voracious chomping.
Luna walked through her hallway and her spacious, luxurious secret room came into view. As she turned inside, she was greeted with the most delightful sight: an enormous, twitchy mound of feline flab that one wouldn’t immediately recognize as her lover Artemis. From behind his immensity, she could see his neck roll undulating rhythmically, a sure sign that Artemis was well at work at whatever number meal he was on. She rounded her round tom and came face to face with him. Artemis looked away from his screen and said with a full mouth “Luna, you’re home!”
“That I am, my dear,” she said more lustily than she had intended. Whenever Luna face Artemis’ front, it always astounded her that her lithe and slender body made her paper-thin in comparison to the flabby, furry moon that Artemis had become. It would take three of her to reach across Artemis’ width, and that made him an excellent king-sized bed. She gazed upon her happily-snacking handiwork and sighed with satisfaction.
It all started innocently enough. On their first few dates, Luna would encourage Artemis to get desserts to share. She would secretly slip more and more portions of said desserts on his plate and he would happily eat them up, now knowing how much more he was eating than Luna. It wasn’t long before all those sneaky sweets started to show up again on Artemis’ frame in spades.
Artemis’ belly mounded into a sack of fat that avalanched over his waist, spreading far out as to obscure his toes. He couldn’t put down his arms without them getting leaning on his rolls and lovehandles like pillowy armrests. But as big as his belly became it certainly wasn’t going to beat out his enormous butt. If sweets and cakes went to your butt, then they might as well have had a direct channel from plate to Artemis’ cheeks. As his thighs and legs got heavier, they only became absorbed by his ballooning buttocks. Each gelatinous cheek hung low and heavy past his knees, and the swaddling fat blanketed his knees into near-uselessness. He may as well have not had a tail, since it kept getting lost and stuck in-between his butt like a too-small pair of panties.
When Artemis finally noticed how much weight he’d been gaining at first, he was curious to say the least. He mulled over the idea of exercising and eating out less just to shave off some of the extra poundage he’d been accumulating. Luckily, Luna was able snuff out any such notion of fitness by tickling his folds and creases, jiggling his juicy belly and making it shimmy as if he were his own vibrating massage chair. And speaking of massages, it was easy for Luna to convince Artemis to keep his brick house butt when she would knead and rub those flan-filled cheeks and squish them together like fluffing two especially full pillows.
Luna knew that she liked bigger guys, but it wasn’t just anyone taller than her. It was the idea of someone’s sheer size dominating her and encompassing her very being. With Artemis having grown wider and fatter by the day, she knew that an obese Artemis was the true key to her heart. And once she convinced Artemis to keep all of his weight, they both wanted to see how far he could go.
As the months passed, Luna had slowly but surely forgone any secrecy with bulking up Artemis. She loved her man fat, and Artemis rather enjoyed the added padding. There was plenty of preparation to take care of to accommodate their new shared obsession. There was installing the new secret room in the base, preparing a couple of advanced Luna-P models to let Artemis communicate with the outside world through a hard-light hologram that simulated a thin, normal-looking Artemis (not to mention models for feeding hygiene), and of course, there was having enough food so that Artemis would never have to go hungry on his own. It was hard work, but every second of it was worth it. Because the blob that Artemis became was nothing short of incredible.
Nowadays, none of the Sailor Soldiers would even recognize Artemis as a cat if they saw him in person again. He had no more torso to speak of, considering his entire upper body was almost entire belly at this point. His midsection was so enormous and flabby that he even sported an extra dollop of chest fat layered atop his gargantuan waterbed belly that shoved up into Artemis’ chin. His muffin top overflowed and smothered his lap and groin, and the sagging backfat he sported only rounded him out even more. His arms and legs were cradled so much fat that they swallowed themselves up in accordions of adipose. He could hardly move them anymore, and the digits on his limbs couldn’t manage any more than helpless wiggles, being weighed down by swaths of hanging fat. Every day, they grew closer and closer to being lost and smothered in his ever-flabbing limbs. But when it came to swallowing up his limbs, his butt was the most gluttonous part of this gluttonous cat. His thighs and legs became one with his enormous growing ass, which spread out along the ground by the day as Artemis continued to eat, easily becoming the biggest layer on this layer cake of a cat.
Luna’s breath fluttered as she remembered how breathtaking the sight of Artemis gaining day by day was. His movements became more labored and lumbering until he couldn't move on his own. He grew more lazy and lethargic and loving, and Luna loved nothing more than to dote on him with endless treats. And nothing made them grow closer than Luna intimately feeding her growing man.
“I missed you today,” Artemis said as he finished inhaling another treat.
“You say that all the time, Artemis,” she said bashfully.
“Because it’s true every day! You know how much I love spending time with you.”
“Oh, Artemis! You butter me up, you enormous fat cat!”
“Well why don’t you return the favor?” he said with a wink.
Without another word, Luna clapped her hands twice. A Luna-P immediately floated around, balancing a rich cake with especially thick-looking pink frosting and a cutting life. It gently placed each thing on the ground and flew away to perform some other unseen task. Luna happily sliced off a piece of cake. She leaned on Artemis, her free hand sinking into Artemis’ fat like quicksand. With her other hand, she placed the cake near Artemis’ mouth. He took it in his jaws, but Luna let it rest on the apex of his belly before actually feeding it to him.
Artemis made a questioned muffle through his cake. “I thought it would be fun if you fed it to me.”
“Oh, I’ll be there in a minute, big guy!” Luna rolled over to one side of Artemis, making him giggle as his fat shifted around. “I just need to relieve some stress for a moment!”
Luna then started to snuggle with Artemis’ fat belly, letting her arms wrap around as much kitty flab as she could and letting herself sink into him again. Artemis giggled again as her cheek pushed into his chest fat. He felt as warm and fuzzy as a comforter, and as Artemis ate, he felt all too happy to be her cushion.
As he started to munch on his cake, Luna climbed on top of him to give him a peck on his chunky, full cheek. “Hurry up the rest of your cake.” she whispered lovingly. “I can’t wait to roll you into bed, Artemis.”
“Why bother with the bed, Luna? You’ve got your perfect mattress right here.”
Of course, Luna had her preferences to consider as well. When it came to the human crushes in her life, they were naturally bigger than her, simply by height and stature. It took some deep consideration on her part, but she eventually realized that she liked her men on the big side. She loved Artemis with all her heart, but she always imagined him fulfilling her physical needs and being bigger. She didn’t know any magic that could make him taller, but she did take it upon herself to try out another method. And the results were simply…
***
Luna stretched her mouth out in an enormous yawn after a hard day’s work. It was certainly no easy task, making sure Usagi did her work and ate right and didn’t spend the entire afternoon reading comics. She took on her responsibilities to the future queen of the Crystal Kingdom with pride and stoicism, but when she got to the end of the day, she crumpled under the exhaustion like anyone else. Fortunately enough, she had an especially gratifying reward waiting for her at the end of every day, and she so looked forward to spending time with him.
She snuck into the arcade that housed her secret base for the Sailor Guardians and entered through the Sailor V console. Aside from the computer that could look into any strange goings on that Sailor Moon and co. would have to take care of, she had a special love room that only she could access. When she arrived inside, her ears perked to the familiar and titillating sounds of whirring, television, and eating. No matter how tired she was, she always got a pep in her step when she heard that voracious chomping.
Luna walked through her hallway and her spacious, luxurious secret room came into view. As she turned inside, she was greeted with the most delightful sight: an enormous, twitchy mound of feline flab that one wouldn’t immediately recognize as her lover Artemis. From behind his immensity, she could see his neck roll undulating rhythmically, a sure sign that Artemis was well at work at whatever number meal he was on. She rounded her round tom and came face to face with him. Artemis looked away from his screen and said with a full mouth “Luna, you’re home!”
“That I am, my dear,” she said more lustily than she had intended. Whenever Luna face Artemis’ front, it always astounded her that her lithe and slender body made her paper-thin in comparison to the flabby, furry moon that Artemis had become. It would take three of her to reach across Artemis’ width, and that made him an excellent king-sized bed. She gazed upon her happily-snacking handiwork and sighed with satisfaction.
It all started innocently enough. On their first few dates, Luna would encourage Artemis to get desserts to share. She would secretly slip more and more portions of said desserts on his plate and he would happily eat them up, now knowing how much more he was eating than Luna. It wasn’t long before all those sneaky sweets started to show up again on Artemis’ frame in spades.
Artemis’ belly mounded into a sack of fat that avalanched over his waist, spreading far out as to obscure his toes. He couldn’t put down his arms without them getting leaning on his rolls and lovehandles like pillowy armrests. But as big as his belly became it certainly wasn’t going to beat out his enormous butt. If sweets and cakes went to your butt, then they might as well have had a direct channel from plate to Artemis’ cheeks. As his thighs and legs got heavier, they only became absorbed by his ballooning buttocks. Each gelatinous cheek hung low and heavy past his knees, and the swaddling fat blanketed his knees into near-uselessness. He may as well have not had a tail, since it kept getting lost and stuck in-between his butt like a too-small pair of panties.
When Artemis finally noticed how much weight he’d been gaining at first, he was curious to say the least. He mulled over the idea of exercising and eating out less just to shave off some of the extra poundage he’d been accumulating. Luckily, Luna was able snuff out any such notion of fitness by tickling his folds and creases, jiggling his juicy belly and making it shimmy as if he were his own vibrating massage chair. And speaking of massages, it was easy for Luna to convince Artemis to keep his brick house butt when she would knead and rub those flan-filled cheeks and squish them together like fluffing two especially full pillows.
Luna knew that she liked bigger guys, but it wasn’t just anyone taller than her. It was the idea of someone’s sheer size dominating her and encompassing her very being. With Artemis having grown wider and fatter by the day, she knew that an obese Artemis was the true key to her heart. And once she convinced Artemis to keep all of his weight, they both wanted to see how far he could go.
As the months passed, Luna had slowly but surely forgone any secrecy with bulking up Artemis. She loved her man fat, and Artemis rather enjoyed the added padding. There was plenty of preparation to take care of to accommodate their new shared obsession. There was installing the new secret room in the base, preparing a couple of advanced Luna-P models to let Artemis communicate with the outside world through a hard-light hologram that simulated a thin, normal-looking Artemis (not to mention models for feeding hygiene), and of course, there was having enough food so that Artemis would never have to go hungry on his own. It was hard work, but every second of it was worth it. Because the blob that Artemis became was nothing short of incredible.
Nowadays, none of the Sailor Soldiers would even recognize Artemis as a cat if they saw him in person again. He had no more torso to speak of, considering his entire upper body was almost entire belly at this point. His midsection was so enormous and flabby that he even sported an extra dollop of chest fat layered atop his gargantuan waterbed belly that shoved up into Artemis’ chin. His muffin top overflowed and smothered his lap and groin, and the sagging backfat he sported only rounded him out even more. His arms and legs were cradled so much fat that they swallowed themselves up in accordions of adipose. He could hardly move them anymore, and the digits on his limbs couldn’t manage any more than helpless wiggles, being weighed down by swaths of hanging fat. Every day, they grew closer and closer to being lost and smothered in his ever-flabbing limbs. But when it came to swallowing up his limbs, his butt was the most gluttonous part of this gluttonous cat. His thighs and legs became one with his enormous growing ass, which spread out along the ground by the day as Artemis continued to eat, easily becoming the biggest layer on this layer cake of a cat.
Luna’s breath fluttered as she remembered how breathtaking the sight of Artemis gaining day by day was. His movements became more labored and lumbering until he couldn't move on his own. He grew more lazy and lethargic and loving, and Luna loved nothing more than to dote on him with endless treats. And nothing made them grow closer than Luna intimately feeding her growing man.
“I missed you today,” Artemis said as he finished inhaling another treat.
“You say that all the time, Artemis,” she said bashfully.
“Because it’s true every day! You know how much I love spending time with you.”
“Oh, Artemis! You butter me up, you enormous fat cat!”
“Well why don’t you return the favor?” he said with a wink.
Without another word, Luna clapped her hands twice. A Luna-P immediately floated around, balancing a rich cake with especially thick-looking pink frosting and a cutting life. It gently placed each thing on the ground and flew away to perform some other unseen task. Luna happily sliced off a piece of cake. She leaned on Artemis, her free hand sinking into Artemis’ fat like quicksand. With her other hand, she placed the cake near Artemis’ mouth. He took it in his jaws, but Luna let it rest on the apex of his belly before actually feeding it to him.
Artemis made a questioned muffle through his cake. “I thought it would be fun if you fed it to me.”
“Oh, I’ll be there in a minute, big guy!” Luna rolled over to one side of Artemis, making him giggle as his fat shifted around. “I just need to relieve some stress for a moment!”
Luna then started to snuggle with Artemis’ fat belly, letting her arms wrap around as much kitty flab as she could and letting herself sink into him again. Artemis giggled again as her cheek pushed into his chest fat. He felt as warm and fuzzy as a comforter, and as Artemis ate, he felt all too happy to be her cushion.
As he started to munch on his cake, Luna climbed on top of him to give him a peck on his chunky, full cheek. “Hurry up the rest of your cake.” she whispered lovingly. “I can’t wait to roll you into bed, Artemis.”
“Why bother with the bed, Luna? You’ve got your perfect mattress right here.”
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Anonymous
No.5338
Now, it's your turn.
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No.5343
And what it does for images it can do for animations and videos, too.
Anonymous
No.5344
>>5294
Holy shit you're Nanocarbs? Your Grace & Glory and other stuffing stories were FORMATIVE for me!
Holy shit you're Nanocarbs? Your Grace & Glory and other stuffing stories were FORMATIVE for me!
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No.5372
"Her belly screamed at her as she made her way through the potato wedges, Drip huffed as she struggled to keep bringing food to her lips. Her entire body feeling tight all over, she could feel the throb of each heartbeat pulse over her dangerously thin skin. The last potato wedge in her hand, she took a deep breath and pushed it into her mouth. Chewing a few extra times for good luck, she prayed it wouldn't be too much before gulping it down. The wedge of potato, bacon, and cheese hitting her belly, her toes curled as she let out a loud moan and..."
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No.5564
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No.5836
"Sorry, I broke your girlfriend"
Two roomates live together: one has a girlfriend, the other doesn't, but has a hobby of collecting old magical paraphanalia, cleaning them up, and selling them at a local shop. One night, the magic roomate and the girlfriend are sitting at the apartment waiting for the first, when the girlfriend accidentally touches something and ends up expanding into an enormous blob. When the first roomate comes back, they find the second trying to clean the place up, and the title comes into play. Temporary mind-break, as the expansion causes her nerves to become super overstimulated. The bulk of the story is them trying to figure out how to turn her back as she's cumming her brains out.
Ending A: she's shrunk back down, but has now developed a wg fetish
Ending B: they cannot fix her, and so she just becomes a staple of the house
Two roomates live together: one has a girlfriend, the other doesn't, but has a hobby of collecting old magical paraphanalia, cleaning them up, and selling them at a local shop. One night, the magic roomate and the girlfriend are sitting at the apartment waiting for the first, when the girlfriend accidentally touches something and ends up expanding into an enormous blob. When the first roomate comes back, they find the second trying to clean the place up, and the title comes into play. Temporary mind-break, as the expansion causes her nerves to become super overstimulated. The bulk of the story is them trying to figure out how to turn her back as she's cumming her brains out.
Ending A: she's shrunk back down, but has now developed a wg fetish
Ending B: they cannot fix her, and so she just becomes a staple of the house
Anonymous
No.11238
I think furry belongs in >>>/bbwfur/
Anonymous
No.11240
>>5293
>>5294
>>5309
>>5337
I have a feeling these were simply copy and pasted from four other Deviantart pages, and weren't written by this one specific anon.
>>5338
>Lordstormcaller
Of course. It was Wildcat. Good to see he hadn't changed at all since 2022. He always this much of a shitter back then and he is now.
>>11238
You're an idiot for bumping this thread. Fuck you.
>>5294
>>5309
>>5337
I have a feeling these were simply copy and pasted from four other Deviantart pages, and weren't written by this one specific anon.
>>5338
>Lordstormcaller
Of course. It was Wildcat. Good to see he hadn't changed at all since 2022. He always this much of a shitter back then and he is now.
>>11238
You're an idiot for bumping this thread. Fuck you.
Anonymous
No.11241
>>11240
He has done this shit before. he made the exact same thread titled write your own stories and posted a bunch of (pretty sure the exact same) copy pasted stories written by deviantart creators
He got called out for it and didn't understand why. he clearly still doesn't get it. There used to be a shill your own stories thread that was actually good, but this dimwit has ruined the ecosystem
He has done this shit before. he made the exact same thread titled write your own stories and posted a bunch of (pretty sure the exact same) copy pasted stories written by deviantart creators
He got called out for it and didn't understand why. he clearly still doesn't get it. There used to be a shill your own stories thread that was actually good, but this dimwit has ruined the ecosystem
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No.12595
Started working on a Metorid fic where Samus needs to go into hiding on an unknown planet to evade the Space Pirates. While there she ends up gorging herself on worms that seem to have the suicidal tendency of crawling into her stomach (light vore, I suppose). I'm also toying with the idea of gasses on the planet that make Samus hungry and having more parts of the ecosystem be edible.
I've already done two scenes, and while maybe its a bit early to seek feedback, I figured I'd post it here. I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to Metroid. I've played all the 2D games to varying capacity but most of my knowledge about the lore and backstory comes fan discussions. Any corrects in that regard would be very appreciated.
[Scene 1]
A violent explosions echoed from the other side of the Federation ship. Samus stammered for a moment, crashing backwards onto the floor with a loud thud. Her body felt unnatural... uneven. She got up from the floor and quickly made a mental note of the fact that her rear felt slightly heavier than normal. She moved on from this thought quickly. Though her body had lost a bit of its composure, her mind had not. She new what was going on and she knew what she had to do. The Bounty Hunter started running for the docking bay as an answer to question she hadn't even asked yet flowed through her mind. "Damn Space Pirates..." she muttered as she crossed yards in seconds. She would be proven right almost immediately as one of the mantis-like aliens dropped on her from above. This time Samus managed to stay upright, wrestling the unruly bug from her back, ripping off its frail limbs and spilling its green blood as she did so. She threw the creature's dying body at the wall as she picked up the pace again. This time, though, as she closed in on the docking bay, Pirates crawling on the walls all around her, a different thought intrusively butted into her calculating brain. She realized again that her body felt slightly heavier than normal. At first she chalked it up to the space station's artificial gravity, but no. This time she innately sensed that her body mass was greater than normal. This was in addition to an increase in the difficulty of running and breathing. These were all subtle alterations, but once she noticed them, she couldn't helped but obsessing over them. "Have I gotten... fat?" She though as the personality of a confident bounty hunter cracked into that of a teenage girl.
The invasive thoughts dissipated as another explosion sounded while Samus approached the dock. A dock which was blocked off by Space Pirates. She punched some of the star slime out of her way before quickly boarding her ship and launching away as the sound of explosions got closer and closer to her. Smoke and bright lights filled the docking bay as Samus's ship exited the crumbling starship. "Whew." she sighed relived as she sulked back into her chair. "That was a close one" Samus straightened herself up and she attempted to get a visual on the habitation ship. "It seems they're focused on the ship..." she muttered while pulling up a map of nearby star systems desperately looking for a place to hide. "ADAM, I need a planet to hunker down on as I wait for this situation to blow over. I've searched all the local star systems and none of the planets on them seem like a good match". Samus took a moment to breath as she looked out into space. ADAM was taking a while to respond. Clearly it had a lot of data to process. Samus' cosmic concentration was broken as he attention was drawn to a half-eaten granola bar sitting on the control panel. "So that explains it..." she said, thinking back to her awkward feelings on the space station. "I gotta lay off these things...". Samus prepared her arm to throw the bar behind her... "Oh, to hell with it" she said, quickly shifting her arm's position towards her mouth, proceeding to gobble up the rest of the snack. Suddenly, ADAM came online. "Gravitational anomalies in this sector seem to suggest an as-of-yet unidentified moon surrounding a nearby gas giant. It could be a good place to hide" "Bingo!" Samus shouted, clenching her first. "ADAM, set course to that moon" she said...
[Scene 2]
[Samus has fallen down. She is sitting on her ass in a shallow pool with her legs spread out]
...Samus' expression soured. She was about to make her way back up, but then she saw a peculiar creature surfacing. It was a strange, worm-like creature. It almost looked like a long tube with a body that was a dark, murky shade of green and with ends that looked like bottle-caps, which were only slightly more vibrant. The leach-like creature also happend to have a shell like structure covering half of its body, with the other half being entirely smooth. Samus just sat back and watched the bizarre sight as it slowly emerged from the water and then crawled up her leg. It almost looked like a snake in motion, but a snake wouldn't pulsate or ungulate. Soon enough the creature crawled its way on Samus' chest. Samus didn't start paying attention again until the creature stared working its way down her throat. At first she was disgusted but then she realized that the worm tasted exquisite. It was to die fore. It tasted like the most wonderful assortment of pastries all being eaten at once. Once she realized this, she started aiding the creature, slurping it up as if it were a strand of spaghetti. Once Samus worked the thing down her throat, she grined. "That was, *BWAOOOPH*, delicious... I need more!" and thankfully for her she didn't have to wait long, as two more emerged from the water with an even more directed trajectory. One climbed up her leg like then first, however the other crawled up Samus' vaginal region, tickling it slightly from the outside of her Zero-Suit. Both creatures, however had the same destination. This time, Samaus didn't try to fight, she simply let the worms do their thing, and she loved it. They tasted so good. "I think..." she huffed, her bloat stomach pressing on her digaphram, "...I'll call them Suicide Worms".
[A few scenes later, Samus tries to get back to the ship while being assaulted by hundreds of these things.]
I've already done two scenes, and while maybe its a bit early to seek feedback, I figured I'd post it here. I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to Metroid. I've played all the 2D games to varying capacity but most of my knowledge about the lore and backstory comes fan discussions. Any corrects in that regard would be very appreciated.
[Scene 1]
A violent explosions echoed from the other side of the Federation ship. Samus stammered for a moment, crashing backwards onto the floor with a loud thud. Her body felt unnatural... uneven. She got up from the floor and quickly made a mental note of the fact that her rear felt slightly heavier than normal. She moved on from this thought quickly. Though her body had lost a bit of its composure, her mind had not. She new what was going on and she knew what she had to do. The Bounty Hunter started running for the docking bay as an answer to question she hadn't even asked yet flowed through her mind. "Damn Space Pirates..." she muttered as she crossed yards in seconds. She would be proven right almost immediately as one of the mantis-like aliens dropped on her from above. This time Samus managed to stay upright, wrestling the unruly bug from her back, ripping off its frail limbs and spilling its green blood as she did so. She threw the creature's dying body at the wall as she picked up the pace again. This time, though, as she closed in on the docking bay, Pirates crawling on the walls all around her, a different thought intrusively butted into her calculating brain. She realized again that her body felt slightly heavier than normal. At first she chalked it up to the space station's artificial gravity, but no. This time she innately sensed that her body mass was greater than normal. This was in addition to an increase in the difficulty of running and breathing. These were all subtle alterations, but once she noticed them, she couldn't helped but obsessing over them. "Have I gotten... fat?" She though as the personality of a confident bounty hunter cracked into that of a teenage girl.
The invasive thoughts dissipated as another explosion sounded while Samus approached the dock. A dock which was blocked off by Space Pirates. She punched some of the star slime out of her way before quickly boarding her ship and launching away as the sound of explosions got closer and closer to her. Smoke and bright lights filled the docking bay as Samus's ship exited the crumbling starship. "Whew." she sighed relived as she sulked back into her chair. "That was a close one" Samus straightened herself up and she attempted to get a visual on the habitation ship. "It seems they're focused on the ship..." she muttered while pulling up a map of nearby star systems desperately looking for a place to hide. "ADAM, I need a planet to hunker down on as I wait for this situation to blow over. I've searched all the local star systems and none of the planets on them seem like a good match". Samus took a moment to breath as she looked out into space. ADAM was taking a while to respond. Clearly it had a lot of data to process. Samus' cosmic concentration was broken as he attention was drawn to a half-eaten granola bar sitting on the control panel. "So that explains it..." she said, thinking back to her awkward feelings on the space station. "I gotta lay off these things...". Samus prepared her arm to throw the bar behind her... "Oh, to hell with it" she said, quickly shifting her arm's position towards her mouth, proceeding to gobble up the rest of the snack. Suddenly, ADAM came online. "Gravitational anomalies in this sector seem to suggest an as-of-yet unidentified moon surrounding a nearby gas giant. It could be a good place to hide" "Bingo!" Samus shouted, clenching her first. "ADAM, set course to that moon" she said...
[Scene 2]
[Samus has fallen down. She is sitting on her ass in a shallow pool with her legs spread out]
...Samus' expression soured. She was about to make her way back up, but then she saw a peculiar creature surfacing. It was a strange, worm-like creature. It almost looked like a long tube with a body that was a dark, murky shade of green and with ends that looked like bottle-caps, which were only slightly more vibrant. The leach-like creature also happend to have a shell like structure covering half of its body, with the other half being entirely smooth. Samus just sat back and watched the bizarre sight as it slowly emerged from the water and then crawled up her leg. It almost looked like a snake in motion, but a snake wouldn't pulsate or ungulate. Soon enough the creature crawled its way on Samus' chest. Samus didn't start paying attention again until the creature stared working its way down her throat. At first she was disgusted but then she realized that the worm tasted exquisite. It was to die fore. It tasted like the most wonderful assortment of pastries all being eaten at once. Once she realized this, she started aiding the creature, slurping it up as if it were a strand of spaghetti. Once Samus worked the thing down her throat, she grined. "That was, *BWAOOOPH*, delicious... I need more!" and thankfully for her she didn't have to wait long, as two more emerged from the water with an even more directed trajectory. One climbed up her leg like then first, however the other crawled up Samus' vaginal region, tickling it slightly from the outside of her Zero-Suit. Both creatures, however had the same destination. This time, Samaus didn't try to fight, she simply let the worms do their thing, and she loved it. They tasted so good. "I think..." she huffed, her bloat stomach pressing on her digaphram, "...I'll call them Suicide Worms".
[A few scenes later, Samus tries to get back to the ship while being assaulted by hundreds of these things.]
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No.12624
Recent events have been… strange, to say the least. Ever since Professor Marmalade had been locked away, having been framed as the "Crimson Paw" criminal mastermind, sentient blobs have been appearing through the city, through some inter dimensional crack in space-time (the cracks automatically heal as more blobs come in, but still, this is worrying.) Nobody knows where these blobs come from (not even Diane) but whatever the case, they have been wreaking havoc, stealing electronics and kidnapping people—including the Bad Guys. Diane has since swore to the people of San Francisco that she will get rid of the blobs—for good—and find out who's pulling their strings.
Diane Foxington is a slender, anthropomorphic red fox with pear shaped hips/thighs and the basic fox traits - such as pointed-ears, a pointed muzzle with black inner lip-liner and a dusty-pink nose (instead of black), paws with dark auburn claws, and a bushy tail.
During Diane’s daily job as governor, she wears a grey pansuit over a white collared shirt and black tie along with a pair of black framed glasses, and a pair of dark grey flats.
Diane is currently gathering up all the blobs into one area by making herself the bait, constantly moving while trying not to trigger any alarms. After all, she doesn’t want civilians getting involved with this mess—she just wants answers. "Alright, you little freaks," she murmurs under her breath, her tail flicking agitatedly as she sprints down an alleyway, the sound of gelatinous bodies slithering behind her. "Time to get rid of you."
As Diane reached a dead end she turns to face the blobs—their translucent forms pulsating unnaturally. "Let see how well you fair in my stomach~" Diane grinned before suddenly running at them and grabbing the first one she could get her hands on before swallowing it whole! The blobs immediately panicked and tried to flee but Diane stomped on another before scooping it up and swallowing it down too.
Blob by blob, Diane swallowed them all until finally the last one was left quivering in fear at her feet. Diane smirked before lifting her foot up and bringing it down on the blob—squishing it before scooping it up and letting it slowly slide down her throat. Diane then let out a soft burp as she rubbed her stomach—which was massive now. Her stomach was so large it was larger then her torso and reached close to her knees—and it was moving violently—but Diane simply giggled as she patted it. "All mine~" she purred.
Diane then began making her way back to her office—walking slowly due to her engorged stomach—but she didn't care—she was too busy enjoying the feeling of her prey struggling inside her while she digested them. "Ohhh~ you guys sure put up a fight~" she teased as she rubbed her stomach, feeling the blobs push against the walls of her stomach, but it was no use—they couldn’t escape.
As Diane reached the building where office was, a group of reporters swarmed her. "Governer Foxington, how do you plan to address the ongoing invasion of our city by blobs from another dimension?" Diane smirked as she patted her stomach. "I’ve already taken care of the problem~" she said before letting out another burp—which only confused the reporters further.
Diane grabbed one of the reporters microphones before speaking. "And as for any other sentient blob who wants to try something… don’t. Cause you’ll be joining your friends here~" Diane said as she pressed the microphone against her stomach, letting the muffled squeaks of her prey be heard by everyone. One reporter, who had a sudden realization of what Diane meant—fainted.
Diane handed the microphone back before walking past them, her hips swaying exaggeratedly with each step—partly due to her newfound weight, partly due to her own amusement. She heard whispers behind her—some horrified, some oddly intrigued—but she didn’t care. Right now, her priority was getting somewhere comfortable to let digestion do its work.
As she waddled through the lobby, her assistant, a nervous-looking raccoon, nearly dropped his clipboard at the sight of her swollen belly. "M-Ma’am, your 3 o’clock with the city planners—" Diane waved a dismissive paw. "Reschedule it, Jeremy. And fetch me some antacids." The raccoon gulped but nodded, scurrying off as Diane chuckled at his reaction.
Up in her office, she locked the door and collapsed into her plush chair with a groan, her stomach sloshing audibly. "How come you’re not digesting? Are you really that dense?" she muttered, prodding the squirming mass. A muffled squeak answered her. Diane rolled her eyes, then slapped her belly hard—eliciting a collective whimper. "Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re just stubborn."
Diane Foxington is a slender, anthropomorphic red fox with pear shaped hips/thighs and the basic fox traits - such as pointed-ears, a pointed muzzle with black inner lip-liner and a dusty-pink nose (instead of black), paws with dark auburn claws, and a bushy tail.
During Diane’s daily job as governor, she wears a grey pansuit over a white collared shirt and black tie along with a pair of black framed glasses, and a pair of dark grey flats.
Diane is currently gathering up all the blobs into one area by making herself the bait, constantly moving while trying not to trigger any alarms. After all, she doesn’t want civilians getting involved with this mess—she just wants answers. "Alright, you little freaks," she murmurs under her breath, her tail flicking agitatedly as she sprints down an alleyway, the sound of gelatinous bodies slithering behind her. "Time to get rid of you."
As Diane reached a dead end she turns to face the blobs—their translucent forms pulsating unnaturally. "Let see how well you fair in my stomach~" Diane grinned before suddenly running at them and grabbing the first one she could get her hands on before swallowing it whole! The blobs immediately panicked and tried to flee but Diane stomped on another before scooping it up and swallowing it down too.
Blob by blob, Diane swallowed them all until finally the last one was left quivering in fear at her feet. Diane smirked before lifting her foot up and bringing it down on the blob—squishing it before scooping it up and letting it slowly slide down her throat. Diane then let out a soft burp as she rubbed her stomach—which was massive now. Her stomach was so large it was larger then her torso and reached close to her knees—and it was moving violently—but Diane simply giggled as she patted it. "All mine~" she purred.
Diane then began making her way back to her office—walking slowly due to her engorged stomach—but she didn't care—she was too busy enjoying the feeling of her prey struggling inside her while she digested them. "Ohhh~ you guys sure put up a fight~" she teased as she rubbed her stomach, feeling the blobs push against the walls of her stomach, but it was no use—they couldn’t escape.
As Diane reached the building where office was, a group of reporters swarmed her. "Governer Foxington, how do you plan to address the ongoing invasion of our city by blobs from another dimension?" Diane smirked as she patted her stomach. "I’ve already taken care of the problem~" she said before letting out another burp—which only confused the reporters further.
Diane grabbed one of the reporters microphones before speaking. "And as for any other sentient blob who wants to try something… don’t. Cause you’ll be joining your friends here~" Diane said as she pressed the microphone against her stomach, letting the muffled squeaks of her prey be heard by everyone. One reporter, who had a sudden realization of what Diane meant—fainted.
Diane handed the microphone back before walking past them, her hips swaying exaggeratedly with each step—partly due to her newfound weight, partly due to her own amusement. She heard whispers behind her—some horrified, some oddly intrigued—but she didn’t care. Right now, her priority was getting somewhere comfortable to let digestion do its work.
As she waddled through the lobby, her assistant, a nervous-looking raccoon, nearly dropped his clipboard at the sight of her swollen belly. "M-Ma’am, your 3 o’clock with the city planners—" Diane waved a dismissive paw. "Reschedule it, Jeremy. And fetch me some antacids." The raccoon gulped but nodded, scurrying off as Diane chuckled at his reaction.
Up in her office, she locked the door and collapsed into her plush chair with a groan, her stomach sloshing audibly. "How come you’re not digesting? Are you really that dense?" she muttered, prodding the squirming mass. A muffled squeak answered her. Diane rolled her eyes, then slapped her belly hard—eliciting a collective whimper. "Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re just stubborn."
Anonymous
No.12625
>>12624
Did you write this story or did you promptfag the absolute shit out of this one?
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Literacy is fucking dead.
Did you write this story or did you promptfag the absolute shit out of this one?
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Literacy is fucking dead.
Anonymous
No.12628
Wrote this one a while ago now: https://www.deviantart.com/ah999999/art/Back-to-Baby-Weight-Gain-Drabble-1251834822
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Here’s my idea for this character. Hatsune Miku is a 5'2", 16 year old, Japanese singer with wide, expressive teal eyes, and long turquoise twintails that reached down past her knees and is tied with dark gray hair ties and red floating futuristic ribbons with black trimmings. Miku is a slender and petite girl with fair skin, soft features, and a tattoo on her left arm that says "01 Hatsune Miku". Her usual outfit consists of dark gray headphones with a magenta half-circle and two small yellow squares on each earpad with an attached mic on the right earpad with two small turquoise rectangles on the left, a silver sleeveless blouse with a yellow rectangle and VOCALOID logo on the left side, a turquoise tie to match her hair with two small black rectangles, a black skirt and detachable sleeves with turquoise edges and small yellow parameters, a turquoise triangular belt strap, dark gray thigh-high socks, and loafers with turquoise edges and soles, resembling a futuristic school uniform. Her turquoise nails also match the rest of her attire.
As for Miku’s personality, she is bubbly, cheerful, optimistic, and energetic, always eager to perform for her fans and make them happy. She loves singing, dancing, and interacting with her audience, often displaying a playful and mischievous side. Despite her youthful appearance, she is deeply empathetic and cares about others, using her music to spread joy and positivity. Miku is also highly adaptable, effortlessly switching between various musical genres and personas depending on the song or performance.
Miku has been in a bit of a pickle recently, she’s losing fans fast and soon she won’t be able to perform anymore. She needs to find a way to regain her popularity and keep her career alive. Her manager, Mr. Kurosawa, has been pressuring her to give into some of her fans more… stranger requests, but Miku was hesitant. She didn’t want to compromise her morals just for fame, but she also didn’t want to disappoint her fans or lose her career.
So… knowing everything was at stake… she decided to give into a few of the requests and do the first and most popular one at her next concert. She was nervous but determined to do whatever it takes to keep her career alive. She just hoped her fans would be happy with her performance and that she wouldn’t regret this decision later.
As she got on stage, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. She took a deep breath and began to speak not sing, yet. "Hello everyone! Thank you for coming to my concert tonight! I hope you’re all ready to have some fun!" She said with a forced smile. The crowd cheered even louder, some fans holding up signs with her name and others with… less appropriate messages. She tried to ignore them and focus on the performance. "Tonight, I have a special surprise for you all!" She announced, her voice trembling slightly.
She took another deep breath and gestured for her crew to bring out the hose. The crowd went wild, some fans screaming in excitement while others looked confused. She tried to block out the noise and focus on the task at hand. "Alright, let’s do this!" She muttered to herself as she grabbed the hose and began to gently insert it into her backside, parting her striped white and light blue panties to the side as she did so. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, some fans recording the entire thing on their phones. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment, but she pushed through, determined to give her fans what they wanted.
Once the hose was firmly lodged inside her anus, she gave a small nod to her crew member who turned the air on. She gasped as she felt the cold air rushing into her body, her stomach slowly beginning to inflate like a balloon. The crowd cheered louder, some fans chanting "Blow her up!" as she continued to inflate. She could feel her belly pressing against her tight skirt, the fabric straining against her expanding girth. She tried to maintain her composure, but the pressure was becoming overwhelming.
"O-oh gosh... it's... getting tight..." Miku stammered, her voice trembling as she clutched her swollen belly. The audience roared with laughter and excitement, some shouting lewd encouragements. She wobbled slightly on stage, her balance compromised by her distorted center of gravity. One of her crew rushed forward to stabilize her, but Miku just waved him off with a shaky smile. "I-I'm okay... just... need to focus..." she breathed, trying to ignore the painful stretch.
Suddenly, with a loud *POP*, one of the buttons on her blouse flew off, hitting a front-row fan square in the forehead. The crowd erupted into hysterics as Miku yelped, instinctively covering the gap in her shirt with her hands. "N-not part of the plan!" she squeaked, her cheeks burning crimson. The air hose, still pumping relentlessly, made her skirt seam begin to split with an audible rrrip, her belly now as large as a full term pregnancy and still expanding.
Her manager, Mr. Kurosawa, stood in the wings watching the unfolding disaster with a sick grin, rubbing his hands together. "Remember Miku, no stopping until they say you're done! This is going great!" he shouted over the roar of the crowd. Miku shot him a desperate look, tears forming in her eyes as she clutched her drum-tight stomach. "K-Kurosawa-san... I don't think... hngh... I can..." Her protest was cut short as another button gave way.
The hose slipped deeper inside her with an obscene squelch as her knees buckled. The music track glitched suddenly, filling the arena with jarring electronic screeches that matched Miku's escalating distress. "E-everyone! I’m all yours tonight! You all have full control!" she gasped into the mic, reciting the script through gritted teeth, just as her belt strap snapped with a twang, sending her triangular buckle clattering across the stage.
A front-row fan with a DSLR zoomed in on how big Miku’s belly was getting and started suggesting to the crowd they wait until the very last second before releasing her. The idea spread like wildfire through the audience, chants of "Pop her! Pop her!" drowning out Miku's whimpering breaths.
"E-everyone please! I'm... I'm too full!" Miku begged, but her mic cut out suddenly, Kurosawa had muted her feed. She turned panicked eyes toward the wings, only to see him mouthing "Double the pressure" to the technician. The hose kicked into overdrive with a pneumatic hiss, her belly swelling grotesquely outward until her blouse shredded completely, strips of silver fabric clinging to her distended skin like streamers. The crowd's laughter turned nervous, some were beginning to look away.
Miku couldn’t hold herself up anymore and she fell onto her back with a wet slap, her legs spreading as her belly continued to swell like a grotesque bubble. "K-Kurosawa-san...stop..." she wheezed, but her voice was lost in the chaos. One fan in the third row stood up abruptly, knocking over their drink. "What the hell is wrong with you people?" he shouted at the surrounding crowd, but was immediately escorted out by security.
Her shirt finally burst apart at the seams, exposing her striped white and light blue bra struggling to stay on. Miku’s belly at this point was larger then her own body’s mass, her legs kicking weakly as her skin stretched dangerously tight. The technician hesitated, glancing at Kurosawa. "Sir, if we keep going, she might—" Kurosawa cut him off with a sharp glare. "You’ll keep pumping her, even if they make her pop."
A loud noise echoed through the venue as Miku’s belly button popped outwards like a cork, causing a collective gasp from the audience. Her eyes rolled back slightly as she arched her back, her tongue lolling out. "Nnngh… s’too much… can’t…" she slurred deliriously, her limbs spread full eagle now as her panties began to get soaked through, the experience turning her on more than she thought possible. The crowd’s reaction split, some were now genuinely terrified, others cheering louder than ever.
Just then, Mr. Kurosawa snuck on stage and knelt down at Miku’s head, taking out a bottle of pills. "Here Miku, take some of these, they’ll help you relax." he whispered just loud enough for the mic to catch. Miku weakly turned her head and weakly shook her head. "N-no… I don’t… want drugs…" she managed to whimper. The crowd went silent, some fans exchanging glances as Kurosawa scowled and forced five pills into her mouth anyway.
As Miku was forced to swallow, her body felt strange, she could feel the pills kicking in almost instantly, and soon… her curves began inflating on their own! Her breasts grew and grew and grew until they bursted free of her bra, each now three times the size of her head and still expanding. Her hips ballooned outward, stretching her panties to their absolute limits.
I never finished it.
As for Miku’s personality, she is bubbly, cheerful, optimistic, and energetic, always eager to perform for her fans and make them happy. She loves singing, dancing, and interacting with her audience, often displaying a playful and mischievous side. Despite her youthful appearance, she is deeply empathetic and cares about others, using her music to spread joy and positivity. Miku is also highly adaptable, effortlessly switching between various musical genres and personas depending on the song or performance.
Miku has been in a bit of a pickle recently, she’s losing fans fast and soon she won’t be able to perform anymore. She needs to find a way to regain her popularity and keep her career alive. Her manager, Mr. Kurosawa, has been pressuring her to give into some of her fans more… stranger requests, but Miku was hesitant. She didn’t want to compromise her morals just for fame, but she also didn’t want to disappoint her fans or lose her career.
So… knowing everything was at stake… she decided to give into a few of the requests and do the first and most popular one at her next concert. She was nervous but determined to do whatever it takes to keep her career alive. She just hoped her fans would be happy with her performance and that she wouldn’t regret this decision later.
As she got on stage, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. She took a deep breath and began to speak not sing, yet. "Hello everyone! Thank you for coming to my concert tonight! I hope you’re all ready to have some fun!" She said with a forced smile. The crowd cheered even louder, some fans holding up signs with her name and others with… less appropriate messages. She tried to ignore them and focus on the performance. "Tonight, I have a special surprise for you all!" She announced, her voice trembling slightly.
She took another deep breath and gestured for her crew to bring out the hose. The crowd went wild, some fans screaming in excitement while others looked confused. She tried to block out the noise and focus on the task at hand. "Alright, let’s do this!" She muttered to herself as she grabbed the hose and began to gently insert it into her backside, parting her striped white and light blue panties to the side as she did so. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, some fans recording the entire thing on their phones. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment, but she pushed through, determined to give her fans what they wanted.
Once the hose was firmly lodged inside her anus, she gave a small nod to her crew member who turned the air on. She gasped as she felt the cold air rushing into her body, her stomach slowly beginning to inflate like a balloon. The crowd cheered louder, some fans chanting "Blow her up!" as she continued to inflate. She could feel her belly pressing against her tight skirt, the fabric straining against her expanding girth. She tried to maintain her composure, but the pressure was becoming overwhelming.
"O-oh gosh... it's... getting tight..." Miku stammered, her voice trembling as she clutched her swollen belly. The audience roared with laughter and excitement, some shouting lewd encouragements. She wobbled slightly on stage, her balance compromised by her distorted center of gravity. One of her crew rushed forward to stabilize her, but Miku just waved him off with a shaky smile. "I-I'm okay... just... need to focus..." she breathed, trying to ignore the painful stretch.
Suddenly, with a loud *POP*, one of the buttons on her blouse flew off, hitting a front-row fan square in the forehead. The crowd erupted into hysterics as Miku yelped, instinctively covering the gap in her shirt with her hands. "N-not part of the plan!" she squeaked, her cheeks burning crimson. The air hose, still pumping relentlessly, made her skirt seam begin to split with an audible rrrip, her belly now as large as a full term pregnancy and still expanding.
Her manager, Mr. Kurosawa, stood in the wings watching the unfolding disaster with a sick grin, rubbing his hands together. "Remember Miku, no stopping until they say you're done! This is going great!" he shouted over the roar of the crowd. Miku shot him a desperate look, tears forming in her eyes as she clutched her drum-tight stomach. "K-Kurosawa-san... I don't think... hngh... I can..." Her protest was cut short as another button gave way.
The hose slipped deeper inside her with an obscene squelch as her knees buckled. The music track glitched suddenly, filling the arena with jarring electronic screeches that matched Miku's escalating distress. "E-everyone! I’m all yours tonight! You all have full control!" she gasped into the mic, reciting the script through gritted teeth, just as her belt strap snapped with a twang, sending her triangular buckle clattering across the stage.
A front-row fan with a DSLR zoomed in on how big Miku’s belly was getting and started suggesting to the crowd they wait until the very last second before releasing her. The idea spread like wildfire through the audience, chants of "Pop her! Pop her!" drowning out Miku's whimpering breaths.
"E-everyone please! I'm... I'm too full!" Miku begged, but her mic cut out suddenly, Kurosawa had muted her feed. She turned panicked eyes toward the wings, only to see him mouthing "Double the pressure" to the technician. The hose kicked into overdrive with a pneumatic hiss, her belly swelling grotesquely outward until her blouse shredded completely, strips of silver fabric clinging to her distended skin like streamers. The crowd's laughter turned nervous, some were beginning to look away.
Miku couldn’t hold herself up anymore and she fell onto her back with a wet slap, her legs spreading as her belly continued to swell like a grotesque bubble. "K-Kurosawa-san...stop..." she wheezed, but her voice was lost in the chaos. One fan in the third row stood up abruptly, knocking over their drink. "What the hell is wrong with you people?" he shouted at the surrounding crowd, but was immediately escorted out by security.
Her shirt finally burst apart at the seams, exposing her striped white and light blue bra struggling to stay on. Miku’s belly at this point was larger then her own body’s mass, her legs kicking weakly as her skin stretched dangerously tight. The technician hesitated, glancing at Kurosawa. "Sir, if we keep going, she might—" Kurosawa cut him off with a sharp glare. "You’ll keep pumping her, even if they make her pop."
A loud noise echoed through the venue as Miku’s belly button popped outwards like a cork, causing a collective gasp from the audience. Her eyes rolled back slightly as she arched her back, her tongue lolling out. "Nnngh… s’too much… can’t…" she slurred deliriously, her limbs spread full eagle now as her panties began to get soaked through, the experience turning her on more than she thought possible. The crowd’s reaction split, some were now genuinely terrified, others cheering louder than ever.
Just then, Mr. Kurosawa snuck on stage and knelt down at Miku’s head, taking out a bottle of pills. "Here Miku, take some of these, they’ll help you relax." he whispered just loud enough for the mic to catch. Miku weakly turned her head and weakly shook her head. "N-no… I don’t… want drugs…" she managed to whimper. The crowd went silent, some fans exchanging glances as Kurosawa scowled and forced five pills into her mouth anyway.
As Miku was forced to swallow, her body felt strange, she could feel the pills kicking in almost instantly, and soon… her curves began inflating on their own! Her breasts grew and grew and grew until they bursted free of her bra, each now three times the size of her head and still expanding. Her hips ballooned outward, stretching her panties to their absolute limits.
I never finished it.
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Anonymous
No.12988
I wrote this a while ago, it's a gay vampire related story
My first ever attempt at writing something like this so some feedback would be nice
My first ever attempt at writing something like this so some feedback would be nice
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