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moongothic · 2 months

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To be honest I can kinda see how having a hook instead of a hand prosthetic has its benefits

Hook is easier to mantain than a hand with lots of small moving pats, especially when you don't know shit about it. If something happens to it and it gets broken, it's much easier to replace a hook, even with all layers and poisons

And depending on when in time Crocodile lost his hand he may have just got used to it already

But also yeah, Crocodile is just the type of guy to choose a hook instead of a new hand because looks and aesthetics lol

(sorry for typos btw)

Crocodile's hook is kind of fun because it's a reflection of so many things in the story. Like there's the in-universe lore and character stuff we can look at, but also we can look at it from a meta perspective

Like we know Oda wanted to give certain important characters in the story the Iconic Pirate Traits; the peg leg for Zeff, the hook for Crocodile and an eyepatch he has seemingly been saving up all these years for a special someone (my money's on Mr Burns but that's a different subject). And so Crocodile having the iconic hook is a part of an old pirate-y "vision" Oda wanted to fulfill with One Piece, an OG "goal" from waaay back in the day

But another thing is that Crocodile is very much from The Olden Days of One Piece, more specifically, very much pre-what I'd call the sci-fi era of OP. I'd say One Piece started truly dwelling deeper into that genre and its tropes during Punk Hazard, but Oda didn't even really dip his toes into it until the CP9 Saga (with the introduction of Franky and the namedropping of Doctor Vegapunk). Sure, Oda did already hint at the existence of Vegapunk and his scientific developments back in Alabasta (when Miss Merry Christmas explained that Lassoo was a gun that had eaten a Dog Dog Fruit, this being "the Latest Science from the Grand Line"*), but One Piece was still very much in its more classical fantasy element/genre at this point in the story, so the science fiction that was to come years and decades later was not even present at this point

*(Thinking about it, honestly, how the fuck did Mr 4 get his hands on Lassoo if Lassoo was created by Vegapunk?? Was he a gift from Vegapunk/the WG to Crocodile, maybe????? That Crocodile just secretly gave away to Mr 4????)

In other words, in hindsight it might seem odd Crocodile wouldn't have taken advantage of his position as a Warlord and gotten a prosthetic arm to replace his hook. But Crocodile is a One Piece character from a different era in the story, when advanced prosthetics, cyborgs, robots, clones and so much more were nothing but a twinkle in Oda's eyes. So expecting Crocodile to have lived up to the sci-fi future One Piece wasn't originally going to even get to would be unreasonable.

But the fun thing is that we can actually look at Crocodile and his silly little hook, and spin it in a way that does actually complement his character. We can find in-universe reasons for him to have stuck to a hook over an advanced prosthetic, and they make sense. The most obvious would of course be that Crocodile does not trust anyone. It would be very much unlike him to go to Vegapunk and/or the World Government requesting to be given a prosthetic, because that would mean 1) Leaving himself vulnerable for a period of time so that Vegapunk could actually give him a prosthetic (dangerous) 2) Knowing the WG they would not just give out something like that for free, surely they'd want something from Crocodile in exchange. And, while we know what would become of Kuma eventually (a fate so cruel I'm sure even Crocodile could not have imagined) I'm sure he could have suspected the WG could want to use him for a science experiment or two, something I'm sure Crocodile would never have agreed to. Or maybe the WG/Vegapunk would've wanted Crocodile to pay them an obscene amount of money in exchange for a prosthetic, and/or have him do some other favors. Whatever the case, I'm sure none of these options would have seemed worth it in his mind.

And yeah, what you said.

Maintaining and taking care of a hook would be easier, like if Vegapunk's prosthetics ever broke or malfunctioned for any reason Crocodile would have to make a horrifically long hike all the way from Alabasta to Marijoa, cross the Red Line (to be fair his Shichibukai Status would allow him to go over which would be more convenient than passing through Fishman Island), go to Punk Hazard (or Egghead later on), and then hike aaall the way back to Alabasta again. And Vegapunk's inventions didn't always work as intended, the man had to refine and develop his creations to get them to work the way he wanted them to.

So if the option get a prosthetic was ever brought up to Crocodile by the WG like 10+ years ago, he might've been far more cynical about Vegapunk's ability to actually create a decent prosthetic that worked and wouldn't malfunction/have issues etc. And as you suggested, by that time he probably would have become used to his hook, to the point that he didn't mind keeping it.

And yeah, it would be just a big ol' Luffyism if he preferred the giant, golden, gaudy-ass hook

#Moon posting #Asks #OP Meta #Sir Crocodile #To be fair as a sharp pointy thing the hook IS good for intimidating people.#Like the size of it is pretty inconsistent as is the height of Crocodile in the actual art but in theory #Like. The size of just the base of that hook is fucking massive (and indeed the base is great for pludgeoning people too)#It just. Like the hook just works for Crocodile (because it's Crocodile) and I love that. Like the writing is so good there

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nana-kom · 8 months

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Hi 👋🏻

This is a weight gain fic, this contain: feederism, wg, masturbation, if you don’t like don’t read.

Delivery boy

For the first time in his life, Felix had moved out on his own - he'd lived with his parents all his life, and was finally earning enough money to buy his first apartment. He was really excited about the idea of living on his own and finally becoming an adult. You see, Felix was a photographer, but he also worked in photo retouching and often accepted requests from different people to retouch photos. This could mean removing people from photos, lightening, coloring... so he spent most of his days at home working. This didn't really bother him, as he really enjoyed his work and loved working on all types of photos and requests. After moving in, the weeks began to pass and it has to be said that he lived very well on his own, eating whenever he wanted, going out if he felt like it and enjoying inviting his friends over whenever he likes. He couldn't have wished for anything better. But something start to changes after one of his clients request, it all began with a very specific request of retouch a photo of his client’s boyfriend to make him look chubby.

At first, Felix didn't really understand the request, but since he needed the money, he didn't really feel like refusing. The next day, he set to work, taking out his tablet and starting to redraw the proportions of the face and make this person chubby. At first, he remained focused on his work, but the more he progressed, the more he didn't want to stop and was eager to see the result. As he passed his eyes over the photo, he felt himself harden and let out a groan. Why was he so excited to see this person get fatter? He then swallowed and put down his tablet before running his hand over his member and starting to stroke himself as he thought about what he'd just done. Seeing someone slim put on weight and drawing all this shape made him so aroused that he even wanted to make him even fatter, so he didn't take long before jerking off. Fuck, what is happening to me? He thinks before cleaning the mess and finishing his work.

In the week that followed, Felix couldn't help but feel guilty. Whenever he opened his computer to research weight gainers, he couldn't help but masturbate to them. At first it was videos, then he came across drawings and fictions, all of which made him feel weird and guilty, but on the other hand the pleasure was too great. He began to think about what he wanted to do and wondered if he too could put on weight. He'd recently started eating more, but wondered if he could double all the quantities, and it wasn't long before he completely changed his eating routine.

Felix then started taking weight gain powder to stimulate his appetite for a week, and also began to eat in greater quantities, telling himself that if he wanted to put on weight he'd better order fast food and limit his sporting activities as much as possible. One evening he placed a large order at a fast food restaurant and was tempted by many things, including fries and onions rings, chicken fried as he loved it, four different burgers and doughnuts for dessert, as well as sodas to keep him hydrated throughout the evening. It had to be greasy, and he couldn't wait for all that food. When the doorbell rang, he hurried to the front door and came upon a rather cute delivery boy.

"Lee Felix ?" asked the delivery boy.

"Yes, that's me!" he said with a smile, and the deliveryman passed him several bags.

"Are you new to the neighborhood?"

"Hum...yes? How did you know?"

"Oh it's just that I often deliver here and this is the first time I've seen you so I was wondering...I didn't mean to be intrusive."

"Don't worry, something tells me we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

Felix then smiled before greeting him, then closed the door without the delivery man really understanding why. Felix then sat down at the table in his living room, and began to devour his meal, it must be said that the appetite stimulants were really taking effect and he often found himself hungry at any time of the day. He ate his burgers, enjoying every bite, feeling his stomach swell as he progressed through his meal. He had no idea that eating so much could be so exhausting. He needed to take breaks and found himself with the soda bottle in hand to wash it all down. He started to put his hand on his belly and feeling it so warm and swollen he groaned again and took a handful of French fries and shoved them into his mouth. The pleasure was too good for Felix and he hoped to see the effects of this meal on his body, he loved feeling heavy and fat. At the end of his meal, he couldn't help but let out a few burp and didn't even have the strength to get up. He closed his eyes, massaging his belly, which was far too swollen from the food he'd had to open the button on his pants to finish the meal, and fell asleep on the sofa, too lazy to do anything.

Over the next few days, Felix continued this routine and, as always, the delivery man was the same. They began to get to know each other, and this one's name was Chan. He was doing this to pay for his studies, and since he worked and lived in the neighborhood, it was very convenient for him. It must be said that Felix was always happy to see him, as he always brought his food. At first Chan wondered whether Felix lived with several people, due to the quantity of food, but he learned that he lived alone, and as the weeks went by he saw the impact of his meals on Felix's body. At first he noticed it in his cheeks, which looked puffier, but as time went by and the time it took to come open the door grew longer, he began to wear wider clothes and stopped wearing jeans and just jogging suits. Chan was surprised to see this handsome young man change, but he enjoyed every visit when he came, and the bigger Felix got, the more Chan was attracted to him.

Months went by and one day Chan received a large order and was not surprised when he saw Felix's address. He hurried to pick up the order, then went straight to the address he knew well before ringing the bell. He waited for several minutes without understanding what was happening, then heard a noise inside.

"Come in!" said Felix.

Chan frowned, but didn't ask any questions and walked through the door, only to find Felix sitting on his sofa. Or rather sunken into his sofa unable to stand up, he was huge, all his body look fat, his feet: his hand, his legs, any parts of his body couldn’t tell you he was skinny before. He was wearing a t-shirt far too small for him because his breasts talking all the part, Chan start wondered if he was wearing pants, since his belly covered his legs, his breasts fell over his stomach and his face was surrounded by several double chins. The arm of Felix were on his belly, too heavy to be somewhere else. The slim man Chan had known months before had disappeared to make himself a pig who did nothing but eat again and again unable to stop and it was clear that Felix had gone too far to pick him up.

"Sorry I didn't feel like getting up," said Felix, smiling.

"That's okay..." he said as he placed his order on the table some distance from Felix. "Will it be okay if I put it here or are you unable to move?"

"I can...try..." said Felix, reaching for the bag.

Chan didn't want to leave this apartment, he wanted to see Felix sweating just by making some movement to reach his food. Felix tried his best to retrieve the food, but he was just tiring himself out for nothing; he began to gasp for breath and sweat more and more.

"Look at you, unable to feed yourself without someone to help."

«"I...can...do…it..."

"Leave it to me, little piggy."

Chan then grabbed the food that Felix had ordered and began to feed him, Felix was too hungry to think about what was going on, and he ate again and again all that Chan could give him, he didn't care what he looked like and he just needed more.

"How could you end up like that?"

"More Chan....I'm still hungry..."

"You're just a little pig addicted to food how would you do without me?"

"You made me this way..."

"I was just bringing what you ordered...you're all dirty look at you." said Chan as Felix had food around his mouth and on his shirt.

"Bring me more next time...fuck...I can't get up...." say Felix trying to stand up.

"I'll take care of you if you’re a good boy..."

Chan then sat on Felix and started touching his belly, Felix blushing as he realized that the distance between them was because his huge belly was taking up all the space. He groaned as he felt Chan's hands roam over his body and into areas he himself could no longer reach. Chan then grabbed what was left on the table and fed him while he continued to touch him.

"Such a good pig. »

"Mmm...thanks..." say Felix, chewing the food.

"You're doing really good big boy. I can't wait to see how fat you're going to be."

" If you keep coming I'm never stopping to gain weight. "

" And I'm never stopping to feed you baby. "

#chubby skz #weight gain fic #weight gain skz #chubby kpop #chubby felix

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pennyroks77 · 8 months

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they call me crybaby, crybaby

Penelope, Penny, Penns, or whatever nickname you come up with

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14 y/o

ADHD tendencies

Christian

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proship, spammers, bullies, nsfw, people who sexualize DTB/Steven, William Afton defenders (not including just anyone who likes him), people who post excessively about the trans Tobey hc - DNI

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about my hyperfixations!

major hyperfixations: Bluey, Wordgirl, the Kingdom Keepers, mphfpc, playlist-making, all things pink, jewelry, Sanrio, ghost stories (K.R. Alexander go brr), Five Nights at Freddy's, The Living Tombstone (especially zero_one and Rust), HALLOWEEN YES IT'S ALWAYS HALLOWEEN

minor hyperfixations: Sinfest, Supernatural Investigations, Toca Boca lore, The Hunger Games, Spookville Comics, ASoUE, A Week Away, The Haunted Mansion, Secrets of Sulphur Springs

my ocs: (WG) Penelope Barnes, Valerie Best, Zenith Jeong (Fruit Bat), Marissa McCallister | (original) Neo Dakis, Catherine Harroway, Artham Garcia, Anilise Duncan, Paige Auchwitz

I love drawing! I usually will draw on request for free, unless it makes me uncomfortable or I'm really busy.

about art trades!

I will do art trades with (almost) anyone. [quick how it works, in case you don't know: one of us asks the other about the trade and we agree to do it. then we each draw a character(s) of the other's choice. this doesn't have to be anything fancy; it can just be a little doodle. then we post the art and @ each other on the post. sorry if I'm not explaining it well ;-;] I mostly like doing Wordgirl- or FNaF-related trades since I'm familiar with the characters, but anything else on my fandom hyperfixation list works ;p

also I really like when people comment on + reblog my posts, it shows me you're interested and motivates me to create more content we both like ;D

my favorite characters to draw: Tobey McCallister, Violet Heaslip, Mangle and all the other Foxys, Glamrock Chica, Sun the daycare attendant, Fruit Bat, Penelope Barnes, Becky Botsford, the No-Face, Amari Peters, Dylan Van Helsing, Coraline Jones, Nobody Owens, Circus Baby/Elizabeth Afton, Michael Afton, fnaf crossover au glitchtrapped Terrance Maybeck

general favorites:

color: red and pink

band: The Living Tombstone

artist: TobyMac

video game: Fall Guys

food: curry chicken

drink: water

song: I Got No Time by The Living Tombstone

movie: Wreck-It Ralph

tv show: take a good long guess (Wordgirl)

flavor ice cream: play doh

nonfiction book: the Bible

fiction book: The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

time of day: bedtime

some of my Tumblr besties:

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have an awesome and blessed day everyone! God loves youuu!!! <3

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kallietell · 2 months

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New Stories

Hey guys, I just wanted to say thanks so much for reading to everyone who enjoyed my stories! I posted these a while ago and I haven't really been checking this account so I didn't know people were enjoying them, it makes me so happy!

I wrote the majority of these stories over holiday break last December (my first wg stories), but I had to go back to work and don't always have time to write for fun. I would looooove to do this full time. I did start a patreon account when I first posted, basically hoping my stories would randomly go viral and I'd get enough subscribers to be able to do this full time lol, but it didn't really get any interest. Now that more people have read my flash fictions, especially A Little Extra Room, I just wanted to put it out there again and see if anybody is interested:)

My patreon would feature at least 2 new stories weekly, chances to vote on or request certain story characters, tropes, and outcomes, continuations of stories I've already written, and long form stories with more plot. I'm currently working on two long form stories, one about office weight gain and one about sorority weight gain. One of my first posts would definitely be a part two to A Little Extra Room, I feel like Justin and Trixie have more story to tell lol.

If you'd be interested in my patreon just like or reblog this post (or message me). If enough people are interested I'll reopen my page soon!

#wg story #wg fiction

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skylermadness · 1 year

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About Me / General Information

Yo!~ I am Skyler and I'm going to be your local TF content writer for the evening! For the most part I write character TF content, but I also write generic human TF content as well. I'm a big fan of human TF in general. However, anthro TF is also an interest of mine as well! I am also quite the enthusiast of bara and love to write WG and MG content. I'm also a pretty big fan of DILF TF!~ I'm predominantly MtM with bits of FtM on the occasion. I don't do MtF often and the only times I do are few and far between.

My profile picture was made by DeadRinger.Art!

REQUESTS: No

TRADES: Mutuals Only

COLLABS: Mutuals Only

COMMISSIONS: No

ROLEPLAY: No

Where you may also find me on these sites: DEVIANTART / FURAFFINITY / TWITTER / BLUESKY

More general info on what you may find from my writing can be found below.

SKYLER´S PREFERENCES TO WRITING TRANSFORMATION

Character Transformation Stories

Includes both Humans and Furries

Generic Human Transformation Stories

Fantasy Creature Transformation Stories

OC TF

Animate Inanimate (Armor and Pooltoys)

Accepted Side Effects:

Human to Human, Anthro, or Feral

Anthro to Human

Female to Male TG

Male to Female TG may also be written but is ultimately extremely situational and rare for me.

Mental Changes

Age Progression and Age Regression

Certain Body Modifications (Shrinking, Growing, Weight Gain, and/or Muscle Growth)

Twinning

Merging

Possession

Hypnosis

Generally Safe for Work Content

Mature can be bordered at times through implications.

Possible Not Safe for Work Content in the Future

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE

RPF (Real Person Fiction) TF

Side Effects I Won’t Write:

Hyper

Descriptive Body Horror

Certain Fetishes (Primarily Those of the Unhygienic Nature)

Mature Content Involving Minors

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shrubberylogistic · 3 years

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Bottom Heavy

You puzzle yourself, the hardest you’ve had to think in months of lounging, lazing, living the lockdown life. Screwdriver in one hand, sheet cake in the other. Your home office chair, teetering on the edge.

You inhale a frosted mouthful. The wheels are weary. The stitching is strained. A little more weight, each and every day, bearing down on the suffering suspension. It’s no surprise it’s sinking beneath you. The cracks are starting to show.

Yet your head height hasn’t changed. You might be sitting higher. Not taller, though. Prouder? You cast an eye over your shoulder. Maybe. You munch. You chew.

Either way, the armrests have got to go.

All the weight went to your ass, hips and thighs. You twist out the screw. They shudder. You curl your fingers round a tasty cube of cake. They shake. Every movement - no matter how small - every twitch of every muscle makes you mindful of the party in the back. You totter round the table to the other side, bumping the corner, steadying your sway, shifting your wide, waddling strides with an awkward smile. Every footfall feels heavier than the last. Every step you take is making waves.

Second nature. You sigh. It’s still to waiting to settle in - even something so simple as a walk to the fridge feels different. You reach the other armrest, probing with the flathead, your palm flat on the worktop, deep breaths escaping your chest. A trip to the gym, you’ve decided. Build back your strength. Tease out some tone, maybe. Squeeze the brakes on the bulging, just a little.

Because you haven’t bottomed out yet. Clearly.

You knew something had to change the second you stood up for lunch hour, and your chair decided it wanted to come with you. Thank god you’d switched your camera off. Your workmates were spared the sight of the giant, flushed tomato, struggling to ease themselves free, bucking and wiggling. You remembered how hard your chubby arms had to flex. The clatter of plastic was gravel on your soul. Too much was too much. On went the running shoes, the gym shirt, the lycra - mercifully - for the afternoon session. A chocolate bar went in the bag the second you sorted your chair out, stuffing in the last of the cake. You and heaven were in agreement - you’d need the energy...

It’s an eventful drive. Opening the door nearly all the way. Sliding the seat to the apex. Tugging the seatbelt past its max, sucking in to hear the click. Outgrowing your clothes you expected. Outgrowing your car? You’re flummoxed, grunting as you shift the gears, feeling for the handbrake by your hefty hip, squishing up against the door as you set off, cramped and sweaty. Struggling for support, you find yourself cocking your thighs, turning your feet outward, letting your stomach flop in the middle. Your hips ache. But it’s the only way you can press the pedals properly.

You hit the gas, gazing at your plump face in the rear view mirror, consternation grating on you as you back out the driveway, stomach softly quivering as you slide the steering wheel over your rolls. How big have you gotten? How long has it been? You pause in wonder. Shock rocks you to your core when you bump the kerb. Jiggles. Pale, quaking blubber. Your old body sandwiched somewhere, deep down. Eyes on the road, fatty. You dig in and concentrate for the rest of the half mile journey.

You wait out on arrival, searching for a parking spot with space on the driver’s side. Last you need is a bill for someone else’s bodywork. You heave yourself out, jabbing the keys, before carrying your bulky bottom half up the steps, past the double doors, through to the foyer. One thick thigh sweeps past the other, your footsteps swallowing the sound of soft, thudding flesh. No queue this time. You’re glad. You make your winded way to the desk, sides sore from the journey, lungs even more so as you sweep back your hair, huffing and puffing, shirking at your silhouette in the reflection of the vending machines. No. Not now.

The receptionist says hello. You force a sighing grin - a picture of restraint painted in her reaction to you, prising your crusted membership card out your pocket. You had a bubble butt when she saw you last. It’s worse that she’s trying not to look. Your blubber butt bobbles as you beep the barcode, rolling your haunches round, approaching the turnstile. You swallow.

“We’re offering fifty percent off our spinning classes today,” she chimes, the moment the steel graces your leg. You try to look grateful, smiling. You twist. You push. The words die in your mouth. You shove, muffling a curse. You grip the panels and pull at the gate. You grit your teeth. You shove again. Hundreds of pounds bunch around you, the second metal bar hoisting you up from behind. Your belly hangs. You jostle. You thrust.

You gulp.

“M-maybe later,” you whimper, the mechanism groaning while you take a backward step. “I...err, one sec, I think I left something in my car...”

Seconds later, you’ve slammed the door, condensation hotting up the windscreen, sweat ringing round your waistline. You stretch your belt back on. You rile up the ignition. Red faced. Out of breath. At least you got one thing out the gym today.

You haven’t moved your ass like that in ages.

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fat-slobby-jojo-girls · 3 years

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Head Canon: Shinobu and Yasuho are constantly teased, pressured, and coerced by the other women into loosening up and being even gassier, more gluttonous and lustful slobs, especially by Jolyne, Hermes, Tomoko, and Aya.

"BWOOORRRRRP~ Come on Shinobu, live a little!" Tomoko said slapping the red head on the back in an attempt to her her to belch. Her, Shinobu, Jolyne and Aya all decided to have a girl's night out partying and eating but one particular milf wasn't getting in the spirit. "Mmmhm... Nom.. Just dig in like the rest of us!" Tomoko barked chunks of food flying out of her mouth as she sloppily chewed. "Jolyne already said she didn't mind paying if that's what your worried about." Tomoko said forcing a whole 40 ounce steak into her gullet.

"It's not that Shinobu. It's just I can't see how you three allow yourself to act so.." Shinobu looked over at Jolyne who was currently eatig face first in a bowl of chili mac an cheese. The obese Joestar only came up for air to chug a mug of beer before shoving her doughy face back into her sloppy food. "Uncivilized..." she finished as Jolyne ripped a toxic fart into the air.

Jolyne wasn't the only one stinking up the place however. Across the Table sat Aya the immobile blob needing a whole boof and an extra chair to hold her fat ass, Aya and Jolyne together made for a toxic miasma that permiated the entire restaurant. The poor staff were barely able to withstand the smell in order to serve the hungry blobs. The only thing keeping them standing was the obsurd amount of money they were going to be payed and Aya's threats of devouring anyone who collapsed or tried to escape.

"FRRRRLRRRRRTT~ MORE FOOD!" Aya barked causing thr staff to scamper frantically to get more plates out as to not incurre her wrath.

"Aya do you have to be so rude? They're only doing their jobs." Shinobu said softly as she neatly cut her food before politely chewing it with her mouth closed.

"Bah! Shinobu don't be such a drag. We're paying them thousands each for us to eat here. They'll get over it. Now come on you're only on your sixth plate. Open up!" Tomoko said as she shoved a footlong hotdog into Shinobu's mouth.

"Mmph!" Shinobu yelped In surprise before swiftly swallowing the weiner whole. The greasy hotdog settled like a rock in her gut, leading to a loud trumpeting fart to escape Shinobu's rear. "Excuse me! I don't know what came over me I just... Mmph~♡." Shinobu was cut off by Tomoko locking lips with her, the two sharing a kiss before the sound of Tomoko's belly made Shinobu snap out of her daze.

"BWOOORRRRRP~" Tomoko belched sending her warm gas down Shinobu's throat forcing the milf's gut to expand to make room. A loud pop was heard as Shinobu's belly button popped out as more gas was forced inside her stomach.

"Less apologizing and more eating! If I hear anymore whining I'll give you another smooch~." Tomoko threatened planting one last kiss onto Shinobu's cheek leaving a blue lipstick stain behind.

From then on Shinobu seemed to loosen up a bit. She didn't bother using utensils anymore opting to use her pudgy sausage fingers instead. She farted freely and loudly not bothering to excuse herself anymore as her increasingly wet sound farts stained the seat beneath her in sweat. "WHERE'S MY NEXT PLATE?" Shinobu barked getting a loud cheer from Jolyne in response. As soon as the waiter brought out a large plate of ribs Shinobu leaned to one side and blasted the poor waiter with a powerful fart sending him running and coughing from the smell.

"Atta girl!" Tomoko cheered as she stuffed a large quadruple stacked cheeseburger in her mouth. The artery clogging food would reek havoc on the women's digestive tracks but it tasted too good for them to care.

"Aya pass me that deep fried cake!" Shinobu ordered as the disgusting grease dipped cake was shoved her way. Shinobu dug in like a hog. Her hair frizzy and covered in grease and stains as she tore through the meal with ease.

"I'm still hungry. You girls wanna order dessert?" Jolyne said with a smirk getting a unanimous agreement from her fellow slobs before she threw another stack of thousands at the waiter. "Give us triple of every dessert on the menu. We're gonna be staying until midnight!" Jolyne said as she watched the terrified waiter scamper off. It was certainly going to be a tough night for the staff.

#muse: shinobu #muse: aya #muse: jolyne #muse: tomoko #anon ask #anon headcanon #anon request #ask meme #fat rp #slob rp #weight gain #slob #wg kink #wg rp #extremw slob #wg fiction #wg drabble #slob drabble #wg writing

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contentstarved · 2 years

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Hey, feel free to call me Cloud, Whisper, or Val, or to make up any other name for this blog in particular because god knows I’m indecisive. I’ll probably stick with Cloud for now just because I’m super feeling that. I’m a 21+ trans man.

This is an 18+ blog. I will check and block as needed. Also don’t be an asshole. If you’re an asshole I’m going to block you regardless. So no racism/homophobia/transphobia/etc.

By the way, if you’re a misgendering kink blog, please don’t follow me. It makes me super fucking uncomfortable. If you follow me, I will block you.

All characters here will be 18+ and fictional. I don’t deal with much else.

I am currently fixated on: Trigun

I am basically always down to talk about: FF7(R), Dragon Age, Rick & Morty, Fallout, Trigun

I probably have more, but those are like. The most recent 4 that I remember.

My inbox is open for headcanon requests, any scenarios you might like to see or just want to tell me about, etc.

My DMs are open to mutuals only because I am generally just too tired to hold conversations reliably.

My Youtube Channel: contentstarved (I’ll be posting recordings of my own stomach here!)

Expect to see:

hunger kink stuff that I hope to depict realistically. It will dip into starvation stuff a lot because that’s what I lean towards in characters to take care of and I hope to handle that in a decent manner.

caretaking stuff, which, I don’t know if that’s a specific kink or not but I do love me some caretaking.

some borderline realistic(?) stuffing and mild wg? I don’t know that I’m necessarily into these as much per se as it just happens to slot into the caretaking and feeding/weight gain as healing. I’ll still tag it as such anyway though. Sorry btw I don’t know how this ended up in the don’t expect to see.

occasionally some irl kink stuff. I’m in a lull on this but I’ll tag accordingly.

Don’t expect to see/don’t ask for:

Emeto/vomiting

Any kind of pregnancy

...basically anything else honestly I have a very narrow focus, sorry.

I might add tags here if you guys want but right now I’m tired, haha.

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