#roxy-laloon

YOU'RE ALIVE!!! HOLY FUCMING SHIT!!!

Shh, don't call me that. You'll summon any number of plague victims linking hands and spinning about me in circles while they steal my flowers.

Alternatively:

((I can’t find screenshots I demand screenshots

9.button popping/seam ripping/etc.11.magical/magically augmented weight gain (or scientifically).22.camboy/camgirl/camenby AU setting.

When you’re a shapeshifting immortal, it’s inevitable that you make porn. What else are you going to do when you can magically give yourself a fat ass, really? Sure, she’d originally just done normal smut, but it’d only taken a week before she realized she could just eat and get just as much attention. Apparently, being able to eat your own body weight in one go is ‘crazy hot’ by human standards.

On this particular occasion, she was eating even more than usual. The local donut shop had thrown away a ton of stale donuts, so now she was gorging herself on them for her viewers’ entertainment. She had even stolen one of Pearl’s old lingerie, just to show off her gut a little better.

She went through the donuts as fast as ever, shoving them down her throat one after the other without chewing, only pausing to respond to her chat, or occasionally do a request. Eat two at once, show them her ass, stuff like that. It usually got them to lose their shit, so she didn’t mind the momentary pauses in eating.

About halfway through her stream, however, she noticed something: She actually felt full for once. She wasn’t sure how, she’d been able to eat way more than this without a problem, but that didn’t help. She didn’t stop eating, not quite uncomfortable enough to slow down, let alone stop, but the feeling only intensified with each bite.

Eventually she couldn’t help herself and stopped, leaning back with a groan to cradle her stomach. She runs her hands over it slowly, trying to release some of the pressure. It’s only after nearly half a minute she realizes why her stomach feels so tight:

It’s the fucking lingerie. She’s gone so long without actually being full she’d confused the feeling of tight clothing for her stomach hurting. If her head wasn’t already tilted back, she’d be desperately trying to hide her face in shame. As it was, however, she just had the chance to have an idea.

She returns to the donuts, pushing more of them down her throat despite the tightness around her stomach. It looked like a beach ball, big enough her tits could rest on it. Even without shapeshifting, they were at least g cups. Amethyst wouldn’t ever know since she’s never worn a bra, but still.

Eventually, the lingerie starts to give way. It’s slow at first, a few threads audibly groaning under the pressure of Amethyst’s stomach, then just barely beginning to split. Then, all at once, the entire front of it tears open, the gem’s gut all but shredding its way through.

At the same time, Amethyst started to stretch, pushing her stomach out as far as she could. All at once it surged forward, tearing apart what remained of her outfit as it came to cover her entire lap. In just a few moments, it went from foot and a half to over double that. Amethyst closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of relief, far more comfortable with her stomach in the open air.

O Princess Mine Are You Around Love