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6. I will not interact with @/howleenandfriends and anyone else. Because hot diggity dog I made a post about them on my main blog and trust me I had the whole wg rp community behind me on that one.
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Send in asks that contain the name of the card to apply a temporary effect for the muse's immediate future! Duration up to the blog's mun. Effects can stack with themselves or each other.
(Cards can also be [REVERSED] to impart the opposite effect, at the mun's discretion.)
The Fool:
The muse will gain more weight from anything they eat.
The Magician:
The muse will be more likely for their future gain to influence their chest.
The High Priestess:
The muse will be more likely for their future gain to influence their rear.
The Empress:
The muse's nurturing and caring instincts become far, far stronger, especially in regards to providing food for those they love.
The Emperor:
The muse's gluttony and regal pride both grow rampant in turn, making them more demanding of others for food.
The Hierophant:
The muse's food keeps them nourished and bloated beyond what would be natural. Digestion may slow, but their weight gain and appetite keep total pace.
The Lovers:
The muse becomes magnetized to those they love, pulling the two of them closer and closer. The stronger the love and the larger the lovers, the greater the pull.
The Chariot:
The muse's weight seems destined to fight against their clothes; they'll gain fast until every waistband and bra is snapped or pulled up.
Justice:
The muse's gain transcends bodies to distribute fat fairly; They grow as others eat, and when they eat, others grow.
The Hermit:
The muse grows a bit more shut in, sleepy, and slothful than usual... Though the lack of activity doesn't make them any less hungry.
Wheel Of Fortune:
The muse's good luck becomes inevitable, granting them wealth, food, and potentially intimacy on a silver platter. Mostly food, though.
Strength:
The muse's strength is appropriately amplified, keeping up with their rampant growth. They won't become floorbound for the foreseeable future.
The Hanged Man:
The muse's weigh becomes a chain; Foretells that they'll grow until either gravity or doorways will eventually immobilize them.
Death:
The muse becomes focus of a great change in status quo; Up to the mun's discretion, it may also be made retroactive.
Temperance:
The muse's nature becomes easygoing and infectious, making friends form easily... friends that might end up copying their other behaviors and appetites.
The Devil:
The muse gains a magically silver tongue and an overwhelming desire to use it; how they exploit this power will ultimately be up to them.
The Tower:
The muse's weight is an emissary of destruction; Foretells that someone or something will be hurt by it, and soon. (Self included).
The Star:
The muse's weight becomes a mystery, at least to themself. Any sense of how much they've grown or how big they've gotten is lost, or numbly ignored.
The Moon:
The muse immediately gains weight, situated around their rear and spreading up to their waist and down to their calves.
The Sun:
The muse immediately gains weight, situated around their chest and spreading up to their arms and neck and down to their waist.
Judgement:
The muse becomes the center of attention; whether it be praise or humiliation, it seems no conversation can escape how much they've grown.
The World:
The muse's weight is predicted to reach an ultimate in growth. Limits or no, a sudden, inexplicable, immense jump in size becomes inevitable, with time.
If I left tomorrow would anybody care
Stuck in this sorrow
Going nowhere
All the chances that have passed me by
Would it matter if I gave it one more try
Would it matter at all
whereeve i fucking end up because holy fuckin' calafuckinmoney
iim sure as hell this close to fuckin; ending it all but fuck i cant bring myself to do it because i have to be a fucking realist here. if I do end up going through with it i know y'all wouldn't care if I was gone
you might assume I went on indefinite hiatus again
"Elm... just touching me all over... feeling her calloused hands over my body... telling me that I am worthy of her time...." Louvel said as little heart irises appeared in his eyes while more milk began leaving his moobs and his panting becoming heavier and heavier.. and his arousal underneath his FUPA already hardening.
A large hefty Wolf faunus was within the Tavern he was working at, wiping down a table as he heard one of the bar patrons walking up to him and giving his ass a firm slap, as he yelped with his wolf faunus ears sticking up as he yelped. With his face turning completely red as he looked at them as they walked out laughing.. "Mou..." He said returning to his Barmaid duties.. the only good thing that they did not know that he was not a female at all, but a man... however it was due to his feminine features that got him this job..
Thus he would hear the doors open again. "Welcome to the Mooing Tavern.... please take a seat." he said calmly.
Shadowheart eyed the pathetic excuse for a stool the blubbery barmaid gestured to. She'd fucking flatten it. Turn it to toothpicks and bent metal. She stifled a laugh.
"Forgive me, but you wouldn't have anything more..." Her eyes scanned the room, her hand moving to her very ample ass "...comfortable? It's only, I think I'd be on my ass, and you'd be out one obliterated bar stool if I sat on that thing." Shadowheart said pointing to the comparatively small stool.
In truth, she was more worried her cheeks would go over either side, and up her rump and they'd never get it back out.
"Maybe a Booth...or a bench?" She asked politely.
(Thread Trimmed! Again!)
Louvel would have a pout as he sighed, simply just understanding the Sharran's desires. "If you just wanted me.. all you had to do was ask." He said which he gave a glance over at a board that said. "If you want a Maid/Waiter please ask and they shall settle you within your inn room." Which alone was pretty obvious for anyone who needed to get off to staff here.
However, for Louvel he didn't need such a thing because it was far too embarrassing but this time it was totally different. He was harassed by many of the customers here and it was frustrating him to the point where he would feel his own moobs fill up with milk.. and even begin to lactate.
"So.. would you like me to take you to your room where we can have fun in private..." He said softly while also retaining his kind demeanor.
A large hefty Wolf faunus was within the Tavern he was working at, wiping down a table as he heard one of the bar patrons walking up to him and giving his ass a firm slap, as he yelped with his wolf faunus ears sticking up as he yelped. With his face turning completely red as he looked at them as they walked out laughing.. "Mou..." He said returning to his Barmaid duties.. the only good thing that they did not know that he was not a female at all, but a man... however it was due to his feminine features that got him this job..
Thus he would hear the doors open again. "Welcome to the Mooing Tavern.... please take a seat." he said calmly.
Shadowheart eyed the pathetic excuse for a stool the blubbery barmaid gestured to. She'd fucking flatten it. Turn it to toothpicks and bent metal. She stifled a laugh.
"Forgive me, but you wouldn't have anything more..." Her eyes scanned the room, her hand moving to her very ample ass "...comfortable? It's only, I think I'd be on my ass, and you'd be out one obliterated bar stool if I sat on that thing." Shadowheart said pointing to the comparatively small stool.
In truth, she was more worried her cheeks would go over either side, and up her rump and they'd never get it back out.
"Maybe a Booth...or a bench?" She asked politely.
(Thread Trimmed!!!!)
Louvel watched with awe seeing the elf just devour that whole fish like it was nothing and then the sudden bulge in her stomach made him blush slightly. While at the same time he looked as she was already cutting into the fish.
"Mm.. He did extremely well..." He said back to her, "Um also.. you are pretty lucky since we are about to close up shop soon, and we do have an inn upstairs in case if you want to rest." The Wolf faunus said as he walked away from her.. full ass on display as he would go to an emoty table and begin wiping it down with every bit of his body wobbling and jostling.. all for the Elf to take in and watch...
The shapely Sharran grinned to herself as she bit hard into her fork to surpress her lust. Watching that fat femboy ass wobble as Louvel those doughy arms mopped the table down gave her an idea.
Pulling the fork free of her teeth sharply, she swallowed her current bite, then stuffed the half eaten fish down her greedy predgirl gob whole.
As she gulped, her stomach bloating with her second course of the night, and tossed her fork to the floor. The sound rang out in the mostly empty hall. Her fork sitting two feet away from her right in front of the table.
Coughing loudly, Shadowheart waved at the Fat Wolfboi to get his attention "Excuse me. Waiter?"
"Ah..." Louvel said as he came over his everything wobbling as which he spotted the fork down there as he turned around with his massive ass right in front of her.. which he grabbed it as he wobbled a bit his ass jiggling in front of the Sharran.. as he panted coming back up and turning around.
"U-Uhm.. did you need anything else?" He asked her while he blushed lightly.. realizing his large butt was in front of her for a moment.
Shadowheart watched that massive fat ass wobble, and rubbed her thighs together. Keeping her composure, under half lidded eyes, she stared at Louvel, never breaking contact as she put a single finger on her dinner knife. With a loud scraping across the table and no further words between them: it hit the floor, bouncing and sliding between his feet, where he'd have to turn around again if he wanted to fetch it.
"Oops. I'm so clumsy. Must be the wine..." Shadowheart grinned, leaning forward, and resting her elbow on the table to prop up her head. Waiting as she sipped a little more.
Again. The fat wolf faunus would turn around and bend over grunting as he was trying to grab the knife.. while in front of the hefty Sharran.. was another glorious view of the massive fat ass...this time with a better view.. of the mighty pear shape that it is along with his tree trunk thighs wobbling and jostling until.. he finally got the knife and came back up while he was panting softly from the amount of strain...
"Hnnf... Hnnn... Anything *huff* else?" He asked her while his face was slightly flushed, his stomach rising and falling with every breath he took, while sweat formed around his brow.
