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[llutik]

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[gluttonygirls]

“…ey… hey!”

You hear a voice huff across from you, stirring you from your sleep. You feel yourself groggily emerge from the depths of your dreams. Before you feel the warmth of the room, the pinching tightness of your old clothes, or the gnawing hunger in your gut, you feel the weight. The weight of your own body, burdened by gravity, shoving your downwards as you sit up straighter. Rubbing at your face, you wipe the sleep from your eyes.

It's Silver Wolf, but who else would it be? It wasn’t as if either of you had guests over. Your colossal bodies weren’t meant for cleaning, and besides the once-a-week visit from a maid you never had the garbage cleared. That meant that old fast-food bags were scattered along the floor, crinkling under tubby feet whenever you two walked around. Not that you did much of that either. Looking at Silver Wolf, you can see it took her a huge effort to come for to you. Weighing in at half a ton, every inch of her was layered in flab. Her doughy stomach hung low, brushing the tops of her calves as it wobbled, her hitched breathing jiggling it as she fought to stand. Her redwood thighs shook, buried knees clearly aching as she held herself up. Wobbling, her flabby rolls collided with each other to lightly clap. Even her colossal hips were swaying with effort, Silver Wolf’s weight shifting from one foot to the other.

A bloated arm, sagging with fat, clutched a guard rail set into the wall of the room. Using it to steady herself, she lumbered a step forward. Red in the face, she thumped down next to you.

Her hip clapped against yours, jiggling you. For as fat as Silver Wolf was, a land whale that could barely be called a person, you were no better. Leaning with your back against the wall, you sat on your half of a reinforced steel bench. It was the only seat in the apartment that could hold you both, and it was the only place that you two could sleep. Neither of you fit in the bedroom anymore anyways. Both through the door, or being able to occupy the tiny beds.

Instead, you had to sit there, with your gut forcing your elephantine legs apart. You could feel both the chill of the metal bench and the cold of the floor as your belly sloped down low enough to touch both like a lardy waterfall. Your rub it, fat padded hand sinking in, and a belch rumbles past your lips.

Silver Wolf can’t speak, winded from her trip to the front door, so instead she just thrusts what she’d left to get back in your face.

A paper bag.

You watch out of the corner of your eye as Silver Wolf tears into her own meal, ripping a burger out of its packaging. She’s too impatient to wait the fifteen minutes it would take for her to catch her breath, instead shoving the burger past her lips immediately. You see her huff and groan, choking down the burger, so desperate to eat that she doesn’t care if she still gets fatter than this.

Especially since you only ate a few hours ago, stuffing yourselves to the gills.

You hear the bench groan as she wobbles, rocking her hips, bucking against her own belly in a deep need as she stuffs her face. Gulps of soda and handfuls of fries go past her tubby lips, the whale of a woman panting just from the effort of eating.

You stare into your own bag, a burger looking back at you. Reaching in, blubbery forearm squishing your chest fat, you lift out the meal. It’s three patties tall, everything on top, practically dripping with calories. Your stomach churns with a meal from earlier in the day it hasn’t even finished digesting.

You take a bite.

Groaning alongside her, you join in the sluggish frenzy, cramming your fat face. Each bite joins the mass in your gut, your stomach filling up fuller and fatter. You huff and pant with her, the exhaustion of digestion mixed with the exertion of eating and the building arousal deep beneath all those pounds and pounds of fat.

You know this is a mistake, that if you get any bigger you aren’t leaving this bench on your own anymore, but as you take another greasy bite, feeling Silver Wolf moan into her fries, you have to wonder.

Would it really be an issue if you broke this seat? If you both got just a little fatter? A bit greedier? Why stop now, when you’ve already gone so far?

You take another bite, and any thoughts of losing the weight go with it. Not with the rising tension in your gut. Pushing your palm against your mouth, you stop chewing. Chewing gives time to feel the stuffing, to gag. Just swallowing kept your belly getting fuller.

You see her do the same, chugging down soda, barely able to breath as a hint of redness overcame her apron of a stomach. Rubbing it with her free hand, she kept drinking and drinking, as if she’d never eaten a day in her life.

Breath hitching, feeling your beachball sized stomach press into your lungs, you still eat. Another bite. Another. Another.

Another.

It isn’t your gut that stops you. Instead, your hand gropes the bottom of an empty bag instead. Panting, exhausted, you slump against the wall. Steel creaks under you, the combined weight of your meals adding another 40 pounds to your weight with the contents of your guts alone.

Belching, panting for air, Silver Wolf looks at you with a mix of worry and excitement.

Because now she knows too, there really never is going to be any going back. Neither of you are ever getting slimmer.

And both of you are only getting bigger.

[captainsvscaptains]

Prelims

Poll H

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

*Hiruko makes it hope as his tail wags happily at today since its his birthday*

"Dad, you sure that's high enough. We were still trying to get the cake set up." Shinryu sighed looking to him as Jun was decorating the living room.

"I know. But your father will be home soon.." he said happy.

"I know that but be careful.." he said seeing his twins watching their grandpa decorating.

[hxkerwxlf]

When you're in Summer, and it's warm.

So you vibe and chill in the pool.

[revserrayyu]

Happy International Women's Day ft: a handful of my favorite Star Rail ladies

[renascinem]

[WATER BALLOONS] ohhh who could have possibly thrown that at your back...! it certainly wasn't the stellaron hunter running away in the opposite direction

What the h

Dan Heng blinks as he feels a weak impact to his back, followed by moisture seeping into his tunic.

Turning around to try and locate the culprit, he does not take long to spot movement, and he freezes as surprise gets the better of him. He doesn't know her, really, but he has seen the wanted poster enough times to recognize the hair and clothes.

That's. a Stellaron Hunter. Yeah, that sure is a Stellaron Hunter.

He stands there, watching her back getting further and further away from him. Between the different degrees of the absurdity of this situation, he gets so stumped that he does not figure out how he is supposed to respond to this by the time she makes her safe escape.

What.

[corpulentcarbs]

Rank 1 in Uber Eats and DoorDash

[lovelyxhorrors]

So Jason does have a crush on Gin! *Begins to sing*

Jason has a crush, Jason has a crush, Jason has a crush, Jason has a crush! :3

Also, I believe you Sid. She does see you as a really really close friend/ally. Mostly like a close sister. I know because she always talks about you and saying she's really happy to have met you and to become good friends. You and her really work well together on missions.

"I'm glad." Sid begins. "I always see Gin as a close friend and a sister at that. We both want to make the person we cared deeply about happy." She thinks about Matt and Ryunosuke. "That said, I make sure to help her and Port Mafia whenever I can. It's beneficial for both groups." Then she turns to Jason. "Now Jason, are you going to confess to her!"

"WHAT?!" Jason yelled in shock. "I-I...hey you grey anon! SHUT UP! Stop making fun of me!" He barked, growling at this. "Look, I do have a crush on her but I ain't ready yet! I don't know what would be a good time, okay?" He asked.

"If anything, why you don't confess to Chuuya, huh, Sid?!" Jason yelled. Sid becomes a client and looks up to Jason whose eyes glowing a pinkish purple.

"I prefer if you don't say it out loud, Jason..."

@the-silver-peahen-residence

[bloodmoon24]

Reblog to your answer opinion

I made this just for fun (also I’ve always wanted to try something like this)

(PS: M, J, and I are their initials, if you didn’t know. Like Moon, Jade, and Ice)

And this is for any kind of Sonic franchise, not just the ones I used for their photos

[ulfhrafnx]

❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ from kodlak :3c

she watches him struggle and it splits her in two, lira immediately rushing to his side. she can smell what he won’t say aloud , a shift in his overall demeanor as well as his vitality. she can almost hear a clock begin it’s count down.

......... time was running out.

wolves preferred to leave when injury or illness rendered them no longer able to fend for themselves, not wishing to burden the pack with extra weight to carry nor painful goodbyes, but he was strong. he’d survived so much already. there was still plenty of fight left in him. she sees it in the way he still holds his head high. pride not allowing for any ending undeserving of sovngarde. another story worthy of sharing in a great mead hall.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 or 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈 , that was their way and she would honor it. one so renowned was not deserving of pity. she would never disrespect him in such a way , and no matter the state, he could never be anything less in her eyes.

even so , stomach in her throat , her gaze betrays her , though she can't bring herself to speak what her heart cries out. that she’s lost without him. she’s afraid of failing him --- tarnishing both his name and memory. he expects far too much of her.

out of habit her hand finds his, braced against oak as seasoned as he, and she squeezes for reassurance, more for herself than for him. she doesn’t want to let him go , she doesn’t know how.

he means more to her , to all with a fire burning in their hearts , than she can ever adequately voice. he knows -- and that alone eases her sorrow for now. his presence always bringing her comfort. to have spent time in his company, to know him , would always be her greatest blessing.

“ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓, ” is all she can bring herself to say ( he's earned it ) as the seams holding her together begin to unravel.

[gluttonygirls]

Sure, on paper they're enemies and all that, but Silver Wolf's getting a text from Asta...

<<Just got a feedee to 500 and now they've left me and now I'm alone in bed>>

<<There's space for you, it'll even hold your weight too>>

"Seriously?"

Staring at her phone in morbid curiosity, Silver Wolf had to admit that she's a little lonely too right now. Not enough to act down bad enough to admit she's interested in this blatant flirting, but...

After a moment, Asta gets a text back.

<<as if your fat ass doesnt fill that bed post pics or im not gonna believe you>>

Smooth.

[requiemofrebellion]

@grislyintentions ― * ― graveyard based sentence starters.

“ it’s not breaking and entering if no one sees us.” - Kafka to Silver wolf :3

A chuckle left Silver Wolf at Kafka’s comment. It wasn’t like Silver Wolf was worried about breaking into a place though, they were already wanted criminals, so might as well add another thing to the list. She gazed upon the graveyard gate, it was tightly locked up to try and ward people like her and Kafka out. She wasn’t a big fan of graveyards to be honest, especially at night. She didn’t like them, thought they were creepy and she didn’t do spooky things outside of gaming. Yet, she was here all for the script they needed to stand by. Man, but she wished Blade could have just gone with Kafka instead of her. 

“ Well, it’s a good thing we won’t get caught. ” She replied, doing a few things on a screen that had popped up in front of her, a hologram but one she could touch and interact with. “ There, I got into the security cameras and set them on a loop, so not even the cameras will pick us up until we leave. ” Then a sigh left her as she dared say the next part. “ So, let’s just get this done and over with. The faster we get this job done, the better. ” As long as she didn’t react too much like a scaredy-cat she could leave here with some dignity.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

[ flat ] for Geralt

[ flat ] — your muse fucks my muse while they’re face-down and helpless

Deep rumbles from the witcher was heard within the room, the dark dimmed light from the candle with him holding Angel's hips while thrusting his hips. The clapping of skin was heard that it made some sweat run down his body wanting to feel more of him.

"You know, I always was curious to how tight you tend to get during this. Grrrrr seems like I was right." He keeps him down while making sure Angel takes every thrust. "I'll enjoy this little snack as much as I want...."

[hxkerwxlf]

"Too easy."

[marqdragon]

Born in 284 AC, Prince Daemon Targaryen was the second-born son of King Rhaegar Targaryen and his wife queen Lyanna Stark. Unlike his elder brother prince Aegon who took after his mother, the new prince had classic Valyrian features, pale silver hair almost the color of white gold and haunting purple eyes as deep as his father, the king. Queen mother Rhaella Targaryen named him after the rogue prince of House Targaryen and according to many, loved him most among all her grand-children. The egg in his crib hatched soon and a dark red hatchling was born. Five dragons the Targaryens now had and no one in Westeros would ever think of challenging their might again.