#if only she knew...

[fintan-pyren]

This line is so funny now

[septusuki]

Wedding Cake Cookie had planned, dressed and dated dozens of weddings, in her time at Grand Mariage. Hundreds, even. So, when she thought that this was the weirdest wedding she’d ever so much as thought about, that was saying something. She’d sooner go bankrupt than see a bride-to-be run out of her door, but this one was beginning to test her. It was unusual. It was confusing. It was perplexing. But, worst of all, it was kind of hot.

“Oh dear,” Wedding Cake sprinted across the back room of her shop as she heard the telltale sign for the second time that hour. “Did your dress rip again, Miss Black Forest?” Running up to the side of the mammoth-sized fabric monolith she’d already created, Wedding Cake took a deep breath and prepared herself for the truth; she’d be making it even bigger, before the day was up.

“U-Unnhh…” With thick, creamy milk dripping from her mouth, Black Forest Cake sat back in a mindless reverie as her body digested it all instantly. With a thick, pudgy GLURP, her entire figure became an inch fatter, rounding out as the milk she’d just swallowed filled her to her core. On cue, her wedding dress tore open at the side too, revealing a cavalcade of thick, squishy darkened dough that rippled like cream itself. “F-Fadduh…” She moaned, dragging hair out of her face as she righted her eyelashes and forced her fat face to manage a smile.

“Fatter?” Wedding Cake blushed, barely stopping herself from grabbing a hunk of that fatty, dark-chocolate flesh as it advertised itself to her. “Miss Black Forest, I do worry,” she started up, but stopped herself as soon as she realised what her next line was going to be. She couldn’t possibly call her customers fat, even if that was exactly what they were. “I mean,” she coughed, trying to save the situation before she made it even worse. “Are you sure your beloved needs you this big?” She cocked her head, wondering how much bigger Black Forest would be getting — and how much complimentary cream she’d have to be offering her.

“A-As big as… Nhh…!” Black Forest moaned as another seam in her dress ripped, letting her obese belly hang another few inches lower. The more it tore, the more of Black Forest there seemed to be. Her ribbons had already popped clean off and landed on the floor. The bows across her thighs came torn away and lay in pieces. Even the strats of her dress’ bodice were beginning to peel apart. “As they w-want me…!” She finished, clutching her gradually expanding dough with a face redder than any blushing bride had ever managed.

Wedding Cake swallowed. How was she going to deal with this? Such a dedicated bride, fixated on growing until she didn’t even resemble a cookie, anymore. She’d outfitted large girls before, but never one that was growing at this speed. “Th-Then, they must be an awfully naughty suitor…!” She tried to laugh off the embarrassment surging through her, but managed little more than moving it further up her throat, and into her throbbing cheeks.

“Naughty?” Black Forest moaned, half asleep as she digested an entire litre of double-cream. “I… I don’t know their tastes…” She wheezed, leaning back on the couch that’d been laid out for her already bench-breaking body. She’d filled it up within a few hours. “Unhh, I wish I did…!” She gasped, kneading away at the gigantic body that was going to feed her beloved.

Wedding Cake forced a chuckle as she moved in close on the fracture seam, wondering just how she was going to tie it all back together. Did she even have enough thread to fill this gap? Would Black Forest just get bigger again, and ruin all her hard work? Wedding Cake scowled as she imagined it all happening — but then, she blushed as her heart throbbed. If this was some kind of sexual play they were having with her, then she might just be on board. “At this rate, I imagine you’ll have to be wheeled to the altar, no?” She teased, taking a stab at whatever kinks the couple was apparently into.

Black Forest’s entire head went whoozy. She almost fell back, off of the couch, as she imagined her obese body being quite literally delivered to her beloved. The Powers That Be, and their infinite capabilities. She shivered, from her tubby toes to her flabby cheeks, as she pictured what a delicious offering she would become. “Make me — Unghh — Fatter!!” She squealed, coming back to life for a moment to beg her body to become bigger. “M-More cream! More s-sugar! More — Nnff — flour!” She panted, her massive frame sweltering under the weight of how big she’d made it already. One of her fat, thick hands reached out to grab Wedding Cake’s shoulder. “M-Mooore!” She sobbed, her eyes almost spiralling with just how hypnotized she was by her own size.

“H-Huh?” Wedding Cake squeaked, having hardly anticipated such a full-throated response. “Bigger? I-I’ll need a bigger measuring tape, in that case…” All of her arrangements and plans warped inside of her mind, to try and fit this horrendous blob of pastry into it. What church would even fit a fatso this big? What catering company would actually consent to feeding her? “But, I think we can!” Thumping her chest like it was some kind of salute, Wedding Cake found she was ready, mind-and-body, to make those plans, regardless of how giant Black Forest would be becoming.

“Big…” Black Forest nodded, smiling as she gloated in her mind. She’d be their most delicious offering, if she could even fit on the altar. If she could even fit into their dimension of pure ecstasy. If she didn’t just fall apart, in soggy chunks, before then. “L-Like a cow…” She wheezed, grinning as she pictured the kinds of pleasure she’d be put through, as her eternal reward for her brave actions. As she panted away, more of her dress tore open, as if responding to her horny whims. The front of the dress forged open, revealing metres of meaty cookie-flesh. It was all just as pasty and stodgy as her flanks, even up to her flabby, once-flat boobs.

“A… A cow?” Wedding Cake gasped as she was hit with a shaft of inspiration. Not caring about the ripping of the dress she’d dedicatedly made for the blobby bride, she leaned forwards. “Maybe we can make a farm-themed wedding!” She clapped, letting her hands plap down onto the milky, creamy surface. Black Forest had gotten so large that she was oozing cream, like a leaking water balloon. Running her palms in large round circles across the fat surface, Wedding Cake was smacked with bundle after bundle of inspiration as she felt the obese folds and heavy rolls lubricate themselves. “A farm-themed wedding, with an entire vat of cream!” She nodded, getting so close to Black Forest that she could just hitch herself straight up onto her gigantic belly. “You won’t be able to waddle out of the venue, if you tried!”

[tracedinairlwa]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Oh hey it’s a chapter designed specifically to piss my readers off sure hope they don’t get too mad about that

[incorrect-big-hero-6-quotes]

"How many eye contacts until we date?"

Karmi, to Hiro (with or without suit; either works)

[nelielombrelune]

Qu’as-tu fait ? L’odeur du daemon est encore plus présente en toi… What did you do ? The daemon’s smell is stronger on you…

Prends garde à lui ! Je t’en supplie. Take care ! I beg you.

I’m on Leiftan’s route and I chose to sleep with him. If you don’t, the Oracle just ask you to be careful.

[ask-amisia-the-artblocked-indigo]

Honk! [Dude, what even is a limeblood?!] - purple-runt

well, it's not something typically talked abouut buut...

limebloods were a suuposedly blood caste that were huunted to extinction duue to the fact they apparently had powerfuul abilities that threatened authority. it's for the best buut

*she sighed*

it wouuld have been cool to paint with that color

@ask-the-purple-runt

[megantheestallion]

[milfbius]

mei seeing her old self in helia wahhhhh