Jul 6
Beach bums
(finished piece for june up on patreon)
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Beach bums
(finished piece for june up on patreon)
Nothing like some korean fried chicken and beer (Chimaek) after performing! He’s so cool :3c🍻🍗
If the cat shows you his belly it means he trusts you
"Okay guys~," the ever spritely voice of K-Angel — the internet's premiere angel — danced once more through a few thousand headphones, all across the planet. "K-Angel, signing off!" She winked into the camera for a final time, and then let the stream feed cut off without even going to her screensaver, sending her viewers into a stunned stupor as K-Angel herself took a curt breath of air.
"Whew…" The neon-accented girl sighed as she wheeled back from the screen slightly, puffing out air as if the very monitor had just taken a strike at her. "Didn't think I was gonna make it…" K-Angel's voice lapsed slowly, into the voice of her genuine self, and not some impish internet persona. Her tone lowed, dropped all of its sparkle and spritz — and then gave up entirely. "Stupid outfit." Ame grunted, then stood. Along with her came the whole K-Angel getup; curling twintails as long as her legs, a cutesy sailor uniform, and no small amount of sweat.
In a moment, the outfit was taken clean away. First of all, Ame dragged the wig off, along with the curls and all the blonde accompaniments. Ame's gloomy, black cut poofed out from underneath, obviously glad to be free of the thing. With a short patting down, Ame's hair soon returned to its normal shape. Then, her hands returned to the outfit. The sailor uniform.
Ame didn't set upon it so quickly, though. Her hands stilled above it, as if indecisive. Taking a frustrated breath, Ame instead occupied herself with something more interesting — and more entertaining, for that matter. "P-chan!" She scowled, looking over her shoulder and then rounding to face the dullard expression of the pink-kitty plush that pursued her just about everywhere. "Stop staring!" She huffed, crossing her arms over the blazer's chest as she kicked out her chin. "Your expression is totally gross, too."
Nothing came in return. 'P-chan' didn't spark to life, or even give some kind of coincidental noise that could've been anthropomorphized under the right circumstance. The plushie just sat there, staring with it's distinctly sour expression. Sobbing, as if it'd just been clubbed clean across the head.
Ame acted as if she'd heard some kind of response, though. She shook her head, and stalked across her room, back and forth. "If you're gonna stare at me like that, then I'm not gonna take it off." She rolled her eyes, taking a moment to prod her finger at the little doll as she passed its sightline. "You just wanna watch that happen…" Suddenly sounding so dour, Ame stopped to look down at her feet — as if she could see something that wasn't there. As if there was meant to be something between her head and her toes. "Pervert."
Again, no reply. No morse code, or smoke signal. Just silence, and the same expression it ever made. The only sound that filled the room was the uncouth noises Ame was making — sticking out her tongue, and prowling towards 'P-chan' to pick it up, and turn the thing to face the wall.
"There." Ame smirked, staring down the doll's ass after it'd been turned from her. "Now you can't watch." Stepping back, Ame grabbed the hem of her sailor uniform's top, and dragged it off.
Underneath wasn't Ame's usual undershirt, or even her lingerie. Just a corset, strapped so tight to her curves that it looked to be actively struggling with the strain of it all. A stark black tube of unflinching fabric, Ame's corset stayed in its place, despite the occasional fraught noise it made. If P-chan had been alive, then this thing was simply manic.
"Just in time…" Ame surrendered after a moment. She popped the button on her uniform's skirt and let it drop, the thing clutching to Ame's legs as it fell. "I was gonna burst, wasn't I?" Her voice raised to a petulant whine, and then her hands raised once again — this time, to gingerly touch the buttons of her corset. "I bet I got even fatter, didn't I?"
To answer Ame's question — the first reply she'd ever received from her wardrobe, of all things — the corset gave one last cry. It crooned out a slow, dry tearing. Tearing, and then the loudest pop Ame had ever heard. Sending the buttons along her back almost splintering into her PC setup, Ame's corset gave up all at once, as though the girl had finally given it permission to give in.
"N-No!" Ame squealed, unable to stop her corset from pelting itself clean from her chest, propelled by some yet unseen force. What followed the corset though, and what'd set it on it's journey in the first place, would explain a great deal.
"I d-did, didn't I?!" Her voice coming in heaves and gasps now, Ame panted as everything about came to plump up. It was all pumped up, all at once. Ame swelled — from the belly first, and then downwards. "They s-said it wouldn't burst!" Nonetheless, Ame's gut oozed free from the corset, dripping all down her front and then her thighs in a truly relentless display of utter obesity. "Not until…" Finally, the girl gulped, realising what this all meant. As her thighs thickened to pasty, round things, she set her hands awkwardly upon a tummy that could now pass for a table. "Not until I weighed two-hundred kilos…"
As Ame keened and cried, she continued to expand. Wider and wider, all in her ass. Her butt bulged, ballooning until the softness of it plapped against the confines of the computer chair she'd just set herself out of. "NnnNhh…!" Moaning, Ame watched helplessly as her hips hitched out, at either side of her body. Her super-stretch panties groaned as they were forced to trawl across the fresh meter worth of butt-width. Sweat drizzled down every inch of the girl's body, making it so slippy that her bra's straps waned and failed beneath her reddish tank-top undershirt.
"P-chan, don't look!" Ame mewled once more, but her cries fell on deaf ears; after all, P-chan was still turned to face the wall. Ame was truly alone, as she grew to so many times larger than the K-Angel she'd been, only a few minutes ago.
I need to pop some buttons here soon😞 toooootally doctors orders and nothing else
If only someone told him that he needs a refitting after gaining over 100 pounds of fat~
Fat Damien for @/avnafterhours on Bsky
Professor Elm's groundbreaking research has given him a gut-busting revelation! 🔬💥
There seems to be a problem with his clothes.