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{P.S.; if you do have "friendship decay" and you want to talk about it, make your own post. I don't want to see that on my post. Thnx.}

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Well your sketches look amazing for a first-time viewer. Amazing work drawing these adorable fatties ^v^

Hell yeah thanks a TON

Jokes aside Thank you genuinely, hope you enjoy the soft!

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YOU HAS RETURNEDDDDD

*tacklehugs the somft mun*

FHGIHFIgh Don't get too excited, I'm not really back to RP yet, but I'm just sort of posting some sketches ighsidfhgishdf

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@widestwaistlines It's been a long trek, But the castle was FINALLY in sight! Xion just had to... finish her way through the obstacle ahead of her. Said obstacle is the once seemingly INSURMOUNTABLE mountain of cake. Again, seemingly insurmountable.

The Nobody had decided the most DIRECT route was the best, choosing to claw her way through it. It was CAKE how hard could it be? Well, turns out the hard part isn't the mountain.... but trying not to EAT her way through it. A task she failed spectacularly at. If one were to follow the path they would watch as it widened further and further the deeper it goes along. And at the end. the triple wide rear of one particularly FULL BODIED Nobody. But it was in sight, the mountain has been defeated! ... She just hoped her mobility wouldn't be the NEXT thing defeated....

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Have a thing I sketched to practiceeeee

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You were full. PAINFULLY full... But the cake just kept coming....

"My my, looks like witches really ARE more durable than the average person..."

The Yokai's tentacle like appendage grabs another slice and pushes it into your mouth...

"If you wanna be one of my dancers, you'll have to look the part dearie~"

And you couldn't be any happier.

Have a thing I drew for the ultimate fatass @gluttonygirls's birthday, don't forget to call her a fatty!

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Pinned Promo.

// Hiya! I'm relatively new to this whole tumblr thing (migrating from Twitter because of the low character count annoying the shit outta me, lol) but I feel like I've gotten a slight hold of it!

Expect a lot of fetishy degeneracy from yours truly!

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Read up on my Muses, Kinks, and Rules here!

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Y'all both need three chairs each, minimum

N-Now HOLD ON A SECOND-

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I-I suppose it's true.... But I would put a second one under there.... Just in case!!! Seems unstable with just one!

It's a wonder you can even find computer chairs, your fatass would need at least three together.

Who says that? I just broke the armrests off this one, and it makes for a perfect seat!

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I don't think you're supposed to engulf it.... Or to hear the thing crying for mercy....

It's a wonder you can even find computer chairs, your fatass would need at least three together.

Who says that? I just broke the armrests off this one, and it makes for a perfect seat!

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16. office AU setting!

16. office AU setting.

Graduation into full time work for Chihiro should have meant the flowering of his programming talents to their best application. It should have meant the transformation of his accomplishments from virtuosic tricks to the actual improvement of the lives of others. It should have been, but that didn't happen.

That wasn't so bad, though!

To tell the truth, Chihiro didn't like the idea of starting his own business. He wanted to do something he was good at--work on projects, not lead or direct them.

He also didn't necessarily want to work on anything important in a team environment. Chihiro obviously wasn't conflict prone, but he didn't want to take instructions from someone he almost certainly knew better than. This meant that if Chihiro was doing anything important, he would do it on his own at his own pace.

Yet bills still had to be paid.

So it came to be that Chihiro took an entry level position. Something undemanding. A job like that in software where Chihiro lived was like a unicorn, but he didn't necessarily appreciate that aspect. What he appreciated was that he could have his own cubicle, work there all day, and then go back to his own apartment with his own work. He was very busy, but much of it was thankfully confined to a routine.

Thankfully.

Like he was wherever he went, he was beloved in his office. As such, he was frequently left sweets and snacks at his desk by doting coworkers. Chihiro didn't realize that this was actually a curse, like his day job itself. Not literally, of course, but figuratively. Office workers are like ants in the sense that they crowd around large accumulations of sugar and food. They're like bees in the way they proliferate sweets among their surroundings.

Chihiro, the delicate flower he was, never stood a chance against their attentions.

Every day would alternate between some occasion, no matter how obscure, or a "just because." All sufficient excuses to leave treats and offerings at Chihiro's otherwise sparse workspace. He would graciously accept all of them, and eat them too. He was ignorant of an important principle: one can accept food but not eat the whole thing.

One does not grow fat on treats alone. A whole hour of lunch was probably too much for Chihiro. Eager to participate a little bit with his coworkers, but a little unimaginative, he would go out to lunch at any of the local cafes and fast food places every. Single. Day. That is what really adds up.

Replacing clothes was one thing. The move to XS to S felt natural, even something to be proud of for one who had a complicated relationship with his own petite stature. S to M, normal enough. M to L, a little bit disconcerting. Then the X's came back. Not only that, they started to multiply. That's when Chihiro truly became concerned. Yet the treats didn't slow down, neither did the lunches.

The fruits of all this came on a day like any other. Chihiro rolled out of bed to the sound of his alarm, dangling his pudgy legs over the edge to collect his breath before pushing himself to a standing position.

Then, he waddled over to pull on his clothes. It was all feeling snug again. That made him wince as he fastened each button on his shirt. He didn't even want to know which X he would graduate to next. Something had to put an end to this. When he got that finished, his breathing had already turned into a pant. He glanced in the mirror. Nothing looked like it was tearing apart at the seams, at least. Still, the sleeves of his shirt hugged his heavy arms, and his second chin hung over his collar.

An energy drink was his breakfast every morning. He would sip from it pensively on the train to work. He had to sit down on the train, his legs just couldn't stand for that long, but he was never happy about it. He could always feel his wide bottom extending over the division between seats, his gut shaking in his lap. He could also spy the occasional dirty or pitiful glare. Before his stop, he would always brace himself and grab a nearby rod, tugging to get himself upright so he can squeeze through the aisle and out of the car. He would pant "sorry" and "excuse me" with every breath.

Stairs were a no-go, so the elevator would take him to the floor where he worked. Then he would start his progress to his cubicle. He wore his cardigan more often now. He would start to sweat at this point in his morning "exercise" and that did a better job of hiding it.

He sat at his desk, squeezing his rump between the arms of the chair. It creaked ominously beneath Chihiro's girth, but he tried to pay it no mind, instead booting his work PC. The chair's sighing was the signal that he arrived, and so the first of his coworkers came.

'Oh, Fujisaki-san, I didn't see you come in! I was at the market last night and they had these on sale, I thought: Oh Fujisaki would just love this!'

She presented him with a package of sugar cookies. Great. He took it, opening it pu.

"O-oh! Thank you... I'll have to put it out in the erm... The brake room, late--"

'Oh no no no no no no no. No. I already got something for the rest of the office. This is yours.'

"That's really sweet..." Chihiro smiled. His coworker continued to stare.

'The cookies are too.' Her gaze was expectant. Chihiro chuckled.

"Right..." He opened the clamp, picked up one of the frosted cookies and took a bite.

'Have a good day!' She left him alone, and he dispatched with the rest of it by pressing it into his mouth. Almost by habit he took a second one by the time the next coworker came. Then the next one. And the next one. Then the one after that.

"Ugh..." Chihiro was already feeling full. He was trying to focus on his work, but the pile of wrappers and packages on his desk was bothering him. He rolled over to it, the structure of the chair squeaking and complaining the way over. Bit by bit, he leaned over to toss each article in the trash.

He leaned back when the mess was clean. That was the end of it. First, he saw one of his buttons on his shirt pop open. The pale, doughy flesh of his belly popping through. He immediately reached forward, but that was a mistake. The chair creaked, then it cracked, and a score of heads popped over the cubicle walls to inspect the commotion as Chihiro landed flat on the floor.

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Have an art

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A tubby tubbo, but also really nice

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Legit a cool dude and chill as hell

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A definite sweetiepie. Deserves all of the love they can get, all the hugs, and the goodies~

- Goth Mom.

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fat ...wait shit this was supposed to be on anon

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