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you know what this one can be exclusive to tumblr. the dnd session i‘m in has entered the winter season, so all our members have been designing winter outfits to accommodate!

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It's winter in Brightforge and what better way to celebrate it than to give Pallah a new outfit! Gods knows he needs it from all that weight he's been gaining.

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Posting something so it's not completely blank! Tactical sheep deployment

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Admire yourself! 

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Posting something so it's not completely blank! Tactical sheep deployment

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whisper sweet nothings into my ear… 

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Bloated drunken mess vampire boys>>

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These were the two prompts I drew up for Fattytober last year in october but never finished the full list of prompts.

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Comfy time!

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Wonder how they got into this “mess”.. Whoops indeed!

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Oh gosh it’s been a while! Time to blow the dust off of this place and start using it again

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here, have some:

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Thinking about when a fatty’s softening belly first starts to pool in their lap, their belly now able to be grabbed in handfuls….. uh oh…. horny.

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At first you almost don’t notice it; your jeans pinch a little. Upon inspection, it’s undeniable that you’re looking a little squidgy, the barest bit of pudge. It doesn’t really bother you but it makes you curious; have you been eating more? Have you been less exercising less? Maybe your metabolism is just slowing down. It’s not much but it makes you pay closer attention; not so that you can change the habit, just to reassess exactly what your habits are. At least, that how it starts. Soon, you’re eating just for the pleasure of seeing how changed you look as your belly rounds out in front of you, curious to see how much you can manage to get in before you start feeling sick. It’s a warm, heavy feeling; you like it. You start looking for more opportunities to eat and once you start looking, they’re not hard to find. An extra serving of this, another piece of that. You deserve a treat for a good job done, or a little something to get you through to the end. So many excuses and all of them sit so happily in your increasingly paunchy belly and that eye-catching wobble you see just out of the corner of your eye in every mirror. It’s easy to settle into your new habits and before long it really starts to show. Notch by notch you’re having to loosen your belt, your shirts are filling out in front of you pulled smooth and taut across your full and rounding middle. In the mirror, your cheeks are even starting to look a little chubbier as you start to plump out all over. An ass to match that insistent curve of your belly, thick thighs that rub and chafe as you move, chest looking fuller and stretchmarks streaking up your hips and spreading across your front in a delicate web as your body molds itself anew. Even as the burgeoning weight has settled all around you, you still find yourself feeling and tracing the new curves with curiosity; as though it were some mystery as how this had happened to you. The soft, tender skin of what is now a considerable underbelly that peaks out of shirts too small, the way the fat of your ass gets pushed up and over out of pants you swore you just sized up. Always tugging a little here on there on whatever you’re wearing because it never quite feels like it fits. Have you really been eating that much more? Have you really been exercising that much less? Maybe your metabolism just disconnected from your growing appetite. It always makes you pay a little more attention, seeing where you can push your habits a little more.

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a little Cardamom doodle, trying out some potions

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“Babe smell that? There’s nothing in there. Babe smell that one. It’s tape. Smell that one! Babe! Babe, smell this one? Babe smell that one…”