and watching her harsh glare- Much like her body, quickly soften. Fat and happy wife, longer happy life. Either that or risk being pinned to the wall with all that buttery heft oozing over you.

It's been one year since i've made my rp Acc

🅢🅔🅝🅩🅤 🅔🅧🅟🅔🅡🅘🅜🅔🅝🅣 log 1 Bulma’s outdone herself again! Genetically copying senzu beans to make way for mass production? Genius! Now all that’s left is to sample a few, surely she hasn’t miscalculated- How many does she eat? How huge does she get? Comment her weight!

Yes, I stole this concept from a hopelessly fat princess. I’m utterly shameless. Same rules apply, feel free to give those mom jeans a real challenge!🐽

“*GurrrPP*… *ouurRRPp*. I really shouldn’t have have-*burRRPPpp* personally tested the new Helix Juice formula. Definitely way too much- *𝘽𝙍𝙧𝙍𝙪𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙪𝙐𝙐𝙪𝙪𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙋𝙋𝙋*!

“Ugh… This new wave of challenges is really something else.” Nessa sighed; Brows furrowed as her plump hands grabbed at generous handfuls of recently acquired blubber, each one feeling like just a drop in the lard ocean that engulfed the water specialist’s body. 🔽

“Out of all the trends, why’d this Alcremie trouble have to catch on?” The supersized model huffed and writhed in the weight of her woes, just a few gallons of cream away from an early retirement in her opinion. “Face it… You’re a Wailord. Your belly’s touching the floor,

you get fatter with every one of those battles, your modelling career is going deep into plus sized territory, and worst of all… You’re actually craving more of that bloody cream.” Hands sinking further and further into her own expanse, Nessa chewed her fat bottom lip in

contemplation. So many times these aspiring champions had ended the battle with their Alcremie blasting their sweet, plentiful, ooze like paste down the gym leader’s throat- Fattening her up bit by bit until she’d utterly dynamaxed in size. Was it for the popularity in the

absurdity of such a tactic? Something more malicious in amusement? Or was having an opponent falter due to belches and whimpers interrupting her attack commands simply too effective to give ignore? Either or, the result remains in the form of her wobbling shell…

“Bmph… I need a talk with my manager by the end of the season. If I’m lucky, I’ll still be able to move by then.”

Since I’ve seen a resurgence of this little prompt- Stolen from some plump, porky android who’s too heavy to possibly get me back for it. I’ll throw in a teensy starter as well, feel free to specify which saiyan gal.☺️

Peter Parker :The Pizza guy. …Something tells me Peter can say that from personal experience. Cat burglar made fat burglar.

The faster you can turn her into a blob, the better.

Sooo- l've sort of lost track of the days and whatnot but as you've probably noticed, l've entered something of an account mini hibernation. I think I'll continue to go rather slow, buuuut thank you to the little feedees that have checked in.💖⬇️

Honestly, I think my stamina (and quality) for writing has felt like it's kind of dwindled for a while now. I keep procrastinating on getting back to replies and goodness me, the amount of paragraphs I owe you people at this point have piled on more than my muse’s weight.⬇️

Additionally, this whole UK restriction thing is a bit of a hassle. I'm not in any servers or such, s0000- Maybe bluesky is something I'll have to brush up on, who knows

Ooh, and I've been playing a few weight gain themed text adventures to brush up on the art form, those are fun, PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR FAVES OF YOU HAVE ANY.

Ooh, and Bananza has been fun on an unrelated gaming note. Big bodies with the power and heft to quake and break the Earth is-An interest of mine...