#hyper hips

Wing-it for ccwoof.bsky.social

hyper ass expansion (3, 18)

strong bloating (6, 17)

mild bloating (6, 11)

small pregnancy (1, 4)

and some other suggestions for the wheel if you want to replace some of your filler TFs…

Living condom

Toy pregnancy (hear me out it’s like you can give birth but your body retains the pregnant silhouette and you’ll feel really empty so you’ll want to be pregnant again…)

Carnivore (meat and fats addiction)

Eating competition champion (more dominant feedee type?)

Fast food mascot TF (not any named mascot, but like a generic one for an imagined brand that maybe fattens itself up for the brand)

there’s a lot of good ones on the wheel already so i’m getting niche here — 🍦

(referring to this ask meme. Sad no WG or breast stuff but I figured something out!)

It starts with pressure in my lower tummy. The kind you can try to rub out or sit through, but doesn't leave you worse for wear. I'm already so fat that the mild bloat doesn't even register on my body. But instead of passing, the pressure just grows. It roils up my belly, gurgling and quivering. I find myself letting out little burps, preferring to focus on my game instead of the way gas is churning in my torsal column. But all that means is that if I won't let the gas out my mouth, suddenly it starts pushing its way through my asscheeks. Massive brassy BFFFRRRRFFTTTssss that make me wince from the pleasure of the release. And that's when the real magic starts.

Quickly my desk chair begins to creak below me. Only then do I pull myself away to look at myself. My fat-ass hips are squeezing out the sides of my chair, forming faux saddlebags that droop to obscure the chair's hydraulics. My asscheeks are rounding out, thickening up so I sit up a little taller, even as my chair starts to sink with the weight. By this point, my ginormous ass is stuck in my chair, my only hope of escape waiting until my now increasingly pear-shaped bottom breaks the chair I'm in. All the while my fat cheeks jiggle as gas squeezes through, the cheeks flapping with the pressure change. I can't help but moan a little with each squeeze. Even if my chair survives—which it won't—it'll forever smell of fat gamer-tboy flatulence.

Of course, the whole time, my stomach is beginning to bloat out, round near the bottom as my guts churn. It's so loud it almost drowns out the righteous farts I can't help but keep squeezing out. The people in the call have moved from rolling their eyes to genuine concern, but I can't hear them through everything. Nor would I pay them any mind as the swirl of sensations, the discomfort and electric pleasure, fill me.

But that means that my hands are on my gut, rubbing to try to push even more thrilling heavy farts out, that I can feel my gut begin to lift. The roundness of it shifting from my intestines to the middle of my belly, before stretching out further, and further, until it is undeniably not just bloating that is growing inside me. I wonder how far along I'll be when the changes are done… but only until my now mammoth ass finally cracks the chair below me and I shudder against the ground, the very cheeks that started this all suddenly enveloping me up to my armpits. I'm so busy groping the new flesh that has immobilized me, pleasuring myself, I don't notice that I did not end up particularly pregnant. It's barely noticeable, with only one child. But that one child will definitely be defining my next five months and more…

Bottom heavy bisharp Girl.

My dude i like your thinking

New character, I suppose! and first time drawing butt this wide.

Custom Adopt for sanssarif.bsky.social would a horse boy be an umamusuko?