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Welcome to my blog! Expect weight gain and slob roleplay posted whenever the mood strikes.
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Butterslut with the "Place Butter Here ↓" aimed directly at her belly button... Or I guess the top of her belly now considering it's all rolled up, but the thought still counts!
Huffff... She's in heaven... Moaning as she double-fists two sticks of butter... Butterslut's been snacking like this for the past few hours, as evidenced by the coating of butter grease blanketing her chins. A similar mess is all over her exposed gut, causing her to resemble a literal butterball.
Though her shirt's hard to read now, the instructions have still been followed precisely. Butterslut's cavernous navel has been filled to the brim with sticks of butter, which melt within the depths of her folds, then drip out until someone comes along to refill it. She's really living up to her name~
"Hmmm? Is something wrong? No, I don't feel any different."
Embarrassing tshirts? You mean like the one milf Ivy got you?
I heard you kids like these~ i still don't get it but who am I to judge~
She ponders, handing you a tshirt with 67 written on it...
Her mommy means well, but she's really out of touch with what girls in their 20s like... Ivy already treats her like a kid, now she'd really look like one wearing this...
We need to put Yomi in more embarrassing T-shirts.
Yomi wearing a giant red and white KFC-branded shirt... It's not tight on her at all, made just for an orb-shaped fatty such as herself. She looks more like a waddling fried chicken bucket than a human...
@betainthebetafinalmix
Ok now we have to make a BUTTERSLUT sweater for winter-
People have started to think that's my name now... And they don't listen when I correct them... It's so unfair...
@betainthebetafinalmix
Beta would buy a BUTTERSLUT bikini to match don't worry Yomi
I can't get away from all the teasing even in the summer... Hmph...
What would she even do with such a huge big fat big sexy cute big tail....
Maybe, at one point, it used to help her swim faster. Now all it's good for is teasing fodder for the poor fatty... Always asked to give her tail a shake knowing full well that the muscles in that slab of fat haven't been used in ages...
Wearing a 5XL T-shirt that says "BUTTERSLUT" in huge letters across the chest... Bought by Reina, of course, and forced to wear it around town while munching on the sticks of butter Reina gives her for being a good piggy...
@doughydivas
I would tease her so much about it…sitting on her tail like it's a chair
Blushing from the onslaught of cute names and all the attention you're giving my blobby tail... The fin at the end of it flaps around when I get flustered, and it's waving back and forth at lighting speed right now...
@highstakeweights
Girl who is 89% tail
I'd totally still be mobile otherwise... It's this gigantic hunk of meat that's holding me down!
What if Yomi had a massive, meaty shark tail weighing nearly as much as the rest of her body and dragging on the ground 6 feet behind her...
Reina called me a butterslut the other day and I haven't recovered since...
Shork...... #commission
Playing Catch Up — artwork by softservice on DeviantArt. little sister is at it again! (takao from azur lane) find more of my stuff PATREON
"Uuuu Yomiiii..... please come save me from the daily grind Yomiiiii......"
Sai is flopping on her bed back first, her overfed gut wobbling side to side as she tries her best to stretch out and relax. After another long and mind numbing shift at work, the pinkette was nothing more than an exhausted, starving heap of girl blubber– Though she was currently using what little energy she had left to call out to her roommate in the living room.
"I wish I could just stay here all day with you.... you know how to take it easy better than anyone else I know. I could really use the break from all this stress...."
It... came out as a bit of a backhanded complement, but Sai didn't intend that. She really did just admire her close friend's ability to be so lazy all day, and wanted Yomi to whisk her away from her normal weekday routine. She still tried her best to forget about work though, as she drummed on either side of her gut with worn out, chubby hands.
"Say.... You up to order some dinner at least? I go in pretty late tomorrow, so we can at least hang out tonight, if you're up for it. And customer service always works up my appetite after all.... Ahaha...."
True to Sai's words, Yomi was slumped on the couch, tightly hugging a giant plushy while watching a fluffy anime. She didn't have a care in the world at that moment, looking like the embodiment of the sin of sloth. Only after Sai called out to the meatball of a girl did Yomi turn her head in the direction of her friend's husky voice.
"Awww, I wish you could too! But now's the perfect time to decompress, right?"
She didn't take any offense to Sai's claim — why would she be upset with a statement of fact? She rolled her heft over so she could stand back up on her bare waddlestompers, getting up off the couch after literal hours of being plastered to the soft fabric.
"Hehe, of course!" Yomi didn't need to be asked twice to have more food. "There's this barbeque restaurant I've been wanting to try out, how about we order from there?" Assuming Sai accepted, she'd certainly be looking forward to cleaning all the sauce off her pink roommate's chins. "Oh! And how about we play some board games too! Make it a fun little night for the two of us! It'll let you forget about all your worries for a bit!"
Sai would walk in the living room as Yomi was reaching for the games on the highest shelf. In such a pose, her skirt was riding way too high, giving the tired butterball a tantalizing show as her buns extended well below the skirts length. Grabbing a few of her favorites, she placed them on the table, and then waddled up to Sai to give her a hug for good measure, their belly buttons kissing as their guts meshed with one another. She'd do everything she could to make her close friend's stress disappear!
Sometimes I really think of male!Yomi x Ivy action... actually you know what, I'm gonna make it real
Order for 'Yomi'..!
The delivery girl gives you your bag of food, looking suspiciously guilty... a piece of lettuce and some ketchup are stuck to her cheek...
What? Is there something on my face?
(Wow, she's huge...) Yomi would think, despite not weighing much less than the engorged delivery girl in front of him. He didn't get out much anymore, if his current outfit of a stained graphic tee and tight boxers wasn't enough of a sign. And throughout the hundreds of deliveries he's received, never once has the one bringing him his order been so obese.
Grabbing the bag from Ivy, he'd notice that it was lighter than expecting. (I definitely ordered more burgers than that...) And seeing the residue peppering Ivy's face, he put two and two together and figured that the fatty in front of him was snacking on his order.
However, he found it hard to be upset... How could he get mad at such a cutie? Instead, the half-naked boy urged Ivy inside his messy room, closing the door behind her while he opened his delivery app back up. He reached into the damp bag and pulled out a burger that was dripping with grease, handing it to Ivy, then grabbing another for himself. "You must still be hungry, right? I'll get some more for the both of us~ In the meantime, why don't you get comfortable? I'm not going anywhere...~"
Checking in on everyone's favorite motorcyclist
Though the last anyone's seen of Vodka is being too fat to even depart her mobility scooter
"Huuuoooarrrrppp-!"
After a certain point, lugging herself off and on her scooter became too much of a hassle. And when those rare bursts of exertion were cut out of Vodka's routine, her gain sped up enough that she lost the ability to get off it, even if she wanted. The tomboy looked more like a melting scoop of ice cream than an Uma, belly folds drooping from either side of the scooter that she'd become recognizable for. With backfat lifting her hair up somewhat, her uniform practically plastered on her multitude of shapeless rolls, and her messy chins scrunched up as she chugged along on her mobility device, she was totally unrecognizable from the Vodka in those racing clips from a few years back.
Vodka had a sense of pride in her scooter, which she'd deluded herself into thinking was her trusty motorcycle. It had virtually become permanently part of her. When in line at the cafeteria, she looked as if she was waiting at a drive-thru, piling as much food as she can manage into her scooter's tray. And whenever she needed to sleep or felt an imminent food coma, all she had to do was slump over in her seat and start snoring no matter where she was.
She's become so hopelessly attached to her "motorcycle", that when it inevitably breaks under her mass, she'll refuse to get a new one, opting for the path of immobility instead.