#readyplayerziggy

[pudgy-planets]

"UUUAAAARRRRRRLLLLPP~!!!"

"Phew~ Neon babe, I dunno what you're feeding the livest-Err, ladies around here. But keep it up, that was fucking gourmet~" the voice of someone who will definitely have her hands in her pants thinking about food like this.

ARE WEXALL BULLYIMH ME TODAY????? ADGHFDDGUIFFFFFFFFGFFFFDDD

[nevermindtheweights]

@readyplayerziggy replied to your post “While on the topic of very fat and gluttonous...”:

Has to work from home cause she can't fit in the office

The ass that logistics and HR has denied the workplace.

[magesmeatymuses]

"Melly~! If you need someone to hold up your breasts and take pressure off your spine, just let me know okay?"

Noelle's melodic voice rang out, breath even in spite of the immense amounts of lumber the maid had hefted onto chiseled shoulders. Melly's chest might have been a pair of desk-cracking, shirt-stretching, cow-shaming jigglejugs but Noelle's hands were more than powerful enough to carry her burdens for the redhead.

As long as she didn't mind the way Noelle's front wound up pressed against her butt. He had to get pretty close to reach around her after all, what with all the hair.

"MmmhhHHHHUURRRPPPHHH..."

If there was one thing that Melly could always count on Noelle for, it was spoiling her until she somehow became even more pampered and useless than she previously had been. You don't end up as big as a house without having a few helping hands along the way, after all, though it was quite clear that Noelle was doing all of the heavy lifting, both figuratively and literally.

Noelle must have been feeling quite special, manhandling Melly in all her enormity and sinking his whole body into her mass when she wasn't looking. Melly had been hearing him muse to himself about making her the size of Raiden Ei, and given the fact that he was so fat that he spanned the whole of the Plane of Euthymia, that wasn't exactly boding well for his waistline...

[gluttonemporium]

Belly Wall for Stolas for the crime of keeping all the servants up with the volume of his fucking. Away from Stella's belly wall obviously because they get enough of that drama on a normal day and this is supposed to be fun for the servants.

Very smart idea, or else they'd keep bickering at eachother all day and night-

Trussed up in the library of all places with one of his portraits moved above the doughy ball of owl tummy. His hands uselessly hanging out both sides of it, not even bothering to clench and unclench in rage like Stella's were.

While he's treated a bit better for not screaming at them to do their jobs every hour of the day, Stolas is still being used as an upgraded bed for imps on long ships! All over the cushy belly, there were divots of where a tired servant was nestled up asleep, sinking deeply into the royal fat while it's owner jostled in discomfort...

"Aheh... is there, perhaps... any chance I could get a freedom date here, or..?"

Talking earns him a swift slap to the gut from everyone - Shhh. This is a library~

[blu-blubbs]

Turns you into the B I G G E S T Girl

W-wait Ziggy c-can we reconsider this you know we end up multiversal around these parts-

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

I mean like a normal ass office chair!

Until like a couple years ago, I suffered from Hank Hill disease. I actively had no ass. Due to the extra walking and squats I've done at work helped a little, though I know it won't really grow until I'm on my meds

[gainprincess]

How much bacon does Circe pack into her guts on the daily, when she isn't being unendingly stuffed by her girlfriends?

"I... don't eat bacon. Or pork at all, really..."

Her piggies are her beloved pets and darling familiars, not FOOD!

She, of course, makes up for this by inhaling entire deep-fried slabs of beef, groaning as the sides of meat force their way into her gullet and have her HHOOOOUUURRPRRPPPPPPPing loud enough to send shockwaves through the Earth....

But no bacon. It's (probably her only) food-related limit.

[ruby-rolls]

Blake's massive rump wobbling in the air as she slowly drags herself back to her room, legs too fat and flabby for her to get back to her feet without assistance and face shining with sweat as her arms struggle to pull a half ton of Faunus flab forwards on her front.

"Nnnghh.... coome... huff... huff... onnnn..."

Blake's breathing was labored and any words she managed to wheeze out were slurred in between deep, greedy breaths. Behind her, her immense, lard-filled, wobblewagon of a butt quaked and clapped, every plodding step nearly throwing off her balance from how much her Bellabooty was shaking. A trail of sopping wet sweat followed in her wake, her body so drenched that it looked like Blake had just fallen in a swimming pool. Gods, she'd forgotten how much she *actually* weighed...

"Just... huff... huff... t-ten more... rrrggghnn... feeeeet..."

Professor Goodwitch's new detention idea, that being to break the student's Aura and then just send them back to their dorm, was so much worse than she'd expected.