RayTheJay

So, I'll try to have it open on the side, and I'll do my best to try and actually talk with people there.

If anyone wants to reach out or invite me to their servers or something, my profile is "RaytheJay#7642." I'll try to be as harmless as possible.

Following up on this, after learning Telegram works by using my telephone's phone number and contacts in order to connect to people, which includes family and friends that I really would not like to involve with this stuff, I've decided to opt out and give Discord a more solid try.

Would you rather be inflated with helium or slime?

"Yes."

Wha-

Can you ask the artist if they still have it and send it to you again?

If they have it, I'm sure they wouldn't mind.

Tech E. Coyote, more like Take-Out Coyote.

Because he's had nothing but take-out for the past year or so.

The nice thing about micro fatties is that you're allowed to yell "TIMBER!" and knock them over onto their back whenever you want, since it's easy to pick them back up.

Now, if it was Aaron getting this treatment, that would make it a bit harder.

Escape is futile as they have become quite the trained hand at handling birds of all sizes and species, and soon that need to flee is buried under the sensations of fullness and soon utter docility, as the birds stop fighting and simply allow themselves to balloon into fatty parodies of themselves.

As a perspective from a little bird, it would be quite funny if someone just caught various birds, from little chickadees and finches to owls and hawks, and brought them home to pamper and love and feed until they're yet more additions to their pile of feather pillows, whom they love all dearly.

As one with a scientific mind and having this unknown presented before me, I must take proper measures to ensure this constant remains true.

BRING OUT THE MILK TANKERS!

Ooh. I typically use coffee creamer for the former and pure honey for the latter. But oat milk sounds like a nice way to prep the both of them.

Are you really the world's #1 milkfluencer if you aren't at least 99% milk through any means of consumption?

It is mainly the difference of "posting your thoughts out for the public to see and potentially react to" and "talking to a smaller, more focused clique who's ready and willing to speak up and interact with what you want".

Both are valid, but I'm kind of missing out on the latter atm.

I understand. Like I'm not socially starved or anything. I've been vibing just as well without a more chat-focused social media.

But I do feel that my more fun ideas came from blurting out something by bouncing off of others. Heck, some of my favorite description writing came from said interactions

Really? I thought he was just gonna throw a pizza party.

Listen, even tiny birds mages need even tinier familiars. How else can a bird locate a willing and mobile pillow during those late nights working?

I suppose Discord is also an option, and I do have an account on there, but I barely use it even though I would like to.

And my other major haunt is FA, which obviously is not the best place for casual hangouts.

Is Telegram a good idea to reach out to people casually?

It kinda feels like whenever I talk, it's either a response to something I say, or more often than not, something someone else says or does.

I dunno, sometimes I just wanna talk and maybe even bounce off of others for the fun of it.

This is why despite my writing abilities, I am mortified at the idea of doing trades with anyone.

I don't want people to think I hate them because I got swamped and writer's block meant I couldn't put pen to paper even long after they got their end of the trade done.

Thanks for leaving yourself like this through no fault of my own, Snake.

Now even a little birb like me can show you off to the entire city and everyone can see how much you like it.

Oh, you meant for it to be someone else? No you didn't, I heard you through your muffled groans. You wanted this.

The community is still reeling from the Grusha incident.

The most effective strategy is the two-pronged attack. You and your friend feed your other friend together and watch them balloon, before you take your fattened cattle and ram them down your former conspirator's throat.

They didn't know it until too late, but they were your real goal all along.

I can see from the panicked expression in your eyes that this concerns you, but it isn't like there's much you can do now. That bubble I just pumped out of you was your free will. What should I remove next? Your voice? Your fur color? Not your mind, of course, you must be aware every second of this.

Inflating you with an air pump, but with every pump, a bubble materialized out of your body and floats upward. You probably didn't know this, but that bubble bouncing on the ceiling is a former piece of you, pushed out of your body on a conceptual level to make room for more air.

What if Zamazenta took the idea of being the king's shield in the completely wrong way and decided the best way to increase his defensive capabilities is to get as fat as possible?

Zacian has repeatedly stated her displeasure of her sibling's choices, and yet she hasn't done anything to stop it.

And there's no reason for anyone else to intervene. They tell them this happens all the time and they make them eat until they can't anymore. Every time.

But they never take them seriously. No one does. And they feel helpless to the orchestrator of their growing waistline as they keep pushing.

It's like collecting a group of kids for a school field trip.

Except instead of children, it's random folks that piqued your fancy that you've let loose to decimate the food sources in the local city block as you sit back and let them do the stuffing themselves to immobility thing for you.

This could be interpreted two ways.

Either Latios is coercing Latias into following suit with the weight gain (or vice versa) in a feeder/feedee relationship.

Or their psychic link literally keeps them at the same weight, which means Latias getting chonkier is all Latios' fault (or vice versa).

FEY'S WEIGHT GAIN/TRANSFORMATION DRIVE: PART ONE

Couldn't leave y'all tonight without the first payoff, could I?

350 added pounds, and most of it in that tail- who knew turning into a fat dragon would be so... ~dramatic?~

...Let's make it FAR worse :3

Well, don't look at me. I may be a birb, but I'm not even a Pokémon.