Rodi 🔞 🔜 MFF

Uhhh hope we don't have to pay for that too...

Old but gold comm by @toucanjuice.art !!

A bear professor teaching his students

A big, friendly professor 📖

Comm for @calioso1020.bsky.social

A big goat shows off his big gut. He’s confident about his size

Big goat showing off his big gut!

Comm for @inkhoof.bsky.social

Tell me about it! I work wayyy better drawing diagrams and pictures than trying to explain things

hyena commission 🚛

A big fat arctic fox casually browsing on his phone and holding a fast food drink

What’s he looking at on his phone

chili dawg 🌭

All true #nsfw

This image may contain: a neat and tidy border collie being hypno transformed into a belching shlubby trucker, who's outfits are stained with food, sweat and, no, i shan't say...

Sketch page for @thatqbcolliead.bsky.social!

Not now

Boomer stretching, wearing a shirt saying "fat tits, big gut, uncut"

I couldn't help myself

Indulging myself and drawing my sona being fed cakes endlessly ~ 💕

…until one day, you hear creaking from the stairs. Slow, heavy footsteps. Groans of exhaustion.
For a split second, you remember the outside world…until the fleeting memory recedes again into the thick pool of gluttony your mind has become.
You call out—you need your fill…
“Phi…Philip…”
—
THE END

…and in their place, your most carnal form. Mouth full of whatever the demon feeds you. Stomach stuffed with more food than you’d ever need. Body engorged with fat that anchors you in place. Seed, collected in a warm, sticky pool in the hay beneath the deep cavern in your crotch.

Time passes…

And that’s how it began—as you sank your maw into that tray of muffins. Just a temporary need—to muster the energy to stand up again on your own. To escape this curse—to help the cursed.
But what truce can exist between endless feeding and a bottomless appetite.
Your rational thoughts…drift away…

Was it supernatural hypnosis? Or was it just magnifying those secret desires that always lived latent in your mind…now cursed to grow out of the dark recesses of your most base—your most instinctual—fantasies.
No. You couldn’t. You tried to snap out again.
But…just a few more muffins couldn’t hurt…

“And now I take care of my friends. Like big Shep here…and Liam, what a tiger…”
He lifts the tray of muffins to your maw.
“I can take care of you too. Feed you when you hunger. Fill the void of your desires—fantasy come alive.”
He leans in…glowing eyes. Your mind a haze.
“Do you want to join them?”

Philip picks up a muffin. You follow it as he moves his paw—anxiety replaced by craving.
“But you can’t stop someone like me. So instead we made a deal. They gave me this farm—and they turn a blind eye to my…interests.”
Philip holds it to your maw. The smell…the taste…
You can’t stop yourself…

“Of course a corp. desperate to stay alive would turn to the paranormal” growled Philip. You half listen as you fight off hunger—and rising arousal.
“They thought I could help. Until the people I met…started ballooning. Too much of a good thing—people notice.”
“And then they tried to get rid of me…”

Those muffins—your tongue rolls out of your maw. Saliva drips down. Your hunger ignites again…you shake yourself out of it.
“No, I know what you did. You and RevAg. I know why you’re…”
“RevAg?” says Philip. “Oh RevAg—you probably read the papers.” He chuckles.
“It’s a little simpler than that…”

The pale dog approaches—with a tray of muffins.
“There’s no need to be afraid. Just look at how happy this big dog is,” he says, patting your neighbor Shep’s massive belly. “And he’s always so hungry…”
Shep licks a muffin off his paw, moaning in delight.
Philip turns back to you. “Are you hungry?”

A figure stands in the shadow. Pale grey fur. Glowing eyes.
Your stomach sinks. The air, thick, humid—you can’t catch your breath. You begin panting deeply—heavy, labored. Your heart beats fast.
Too exhausted to stand up. Too heavy for the stairs.
But then Shep calls out again…
“fill…Philip…”

But your phone—no service. Shit.
You near your limit—legs burning. The stairs—it was hard enough to just come down…
You need to catch your breath...just one minute of rest… You slowly lower yourself next to Shep, your ass spreading out on the hay.
Then Shep calls out. “Fi…fill…”
You hear a step…

His body will leave you breathless
#fattytober

You’re right. I’m breathless right now 🙄

Damn, seems like retirement from adventuring hit Gi’ll HARD. He still looks pretty hungry tho…

Happy Orctober!

🎨: @justjohnny.bsky.social

Oh noo not again 🐺🌕🎈
Happy Halloween everybody, let's get full of candies 🎃👻🍬🍬🍬

You see them sitting on hay—naked. So many—so incredibly obese. Unrecognizable. How did they get so massive…
And in the back—you see a collie…
“Shep…” you weakly call.
You did it. You found him—everyone.
A tide of relief. A break from the curse.
RevAg would pay. You dial a number. This ends now.
…

Crazy he’s the fat one now.

His face got so chubby! 🥰
Fletcher didn’t let up at all!