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Yo wassup. We got idols, we got fatties. If you're here, hopefully you like both of those, cause that's what you're getting. Feel free to say hi or send an ask, but don't forget to check out my about here and my muses here!
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Ivy could feel every inch of her exposed body wobble and slosh like melted butter in a plastic bag. Thick and creamy, bulging out of it as it pushed the cheap costume to its seams' limit. A can jumped up and down in her hand, shaken to activate the sweet concoction of fats and sugars stored inside.
click! click! click! The shutter rolled, the rattling of the camera stopping with the last pic.
Gulp. She could finally swallow the whipped cream. Her jaw got tired of being forced down while the camera took some nice shots of her maw full of fluffy white ooze, with a rather lewd face giving some sexual depth the innuendo. Cheeks and chins were slathered in some too, which she flicked off with her wrist as her eyes clung to the screen of her phone, assessing the pics, deciding whether she'd need to take some more or redo the ones in her grasp. Humming to herself, she chose to take it easy and that those were 'good enough'. Post!
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...well? It's been whole 15 seconds since I've posted this, where's the clout?! Not a single like nor a repost. Nothing. A minute... two... three...
I swear to god if this thing doesn't do huge numbers I'm never going online again. She bluffed as if trying to win an argument against the whole world not appreciating the whale in bunny suit. Hour, two... eight... Do these fuckers know the price tags on 8XL bunny suits?! Ugh, it's so tight too, I knew I should have picked 9XL... Grunt. Fingers covered a bubble of fat poking out of a tear in the stocking. Her mound-like body made a good job covering it from all the angles.
She went to bed still wearing the suit, pissed off at the lack of engagement. Well at least it's kinda cute... Was her last thought before passing out, deep in the bargaining stage. She wouldn't had bought it without it having sex appeal for her personally, but the clout and some money out of it would not hurt in the slightest.
Oh, Ivy... If only she knew just how enormous her numbers were on a special website that posted girls of... her proportions. A few dozen people confessing being inlove with the 'all natural' and 'casual' girl who wore no makeup yet cosplayed, girl who was so big she was a walking mattress to sleep on and cuddle with... And the euphemistic imagery making them go wild, clogging the entire thread with plapping onomatopoeia and larps of conceiving children with her - not that she'd ever ditch her "boyfriend"/fwb.
think of a girl. now think of another girl. now think of another girl. now another. thats not enough. more. more. more girls. no thats not enough. more girls
think of a miku. now think of another miku. now think of another miku. now another. thats not enough. more. more. more mikus. no thats not enough. more mikus
I wanna yap but I'm so sleeepy. They should invent more time in the day so I can have more time to do all the stuff I wanna do.
Like be nice to your cutest muses and make them fatter.
google how do I stop waking up at like 7am
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I'm morally obligated to always envision an Ini sideplot in anything I write on here now...
'It's nice that I get to keep all my tips, and it's nice not needing to wear a stuffy uniform, but this delivery stuff is serious business. Yeah, man, bring over half a dozen pizzas on a bike. Who needs allat.'
Though, before he could even get close enough to ring the doorbell of the address he was given, the door swung wide open.
"Oh, you got here qui-"
"Huh!?"
'...Yeah, I coulda guessed.'
Robot girl whose fans whir really loudly whenever she has to get up from the couch.
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Just remember that whatever you write on here the Ini sideplot is always some shit like "mmm this cabbage is yummy"
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35 might not be the worst but then I think about the fact that I've deleted a few and also some of these date back to like December and I feel like I should be killed
that quote's taken straight from ZZZ btw I didn't make it up
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I be waking up real bright and early to love Hatsune Miku
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