#stuffedwithfluff

you know toga owns my life

Then this skinny minnie is gonna totally not slide up to Artie, look at the doughnut he’s eating, and lick her lips.

drink it all drink it all drink it all

yea apparently i crossed the streams somehow n wound up dual broadcasting onto a girl!mes site

“Uh, yeah?”

She looked up, at Doc staring at her. The cake wasn’t very big - not at all, in fact, but indeed. The whole thing was ate. “Kind of a stupid question. Did you want some? Sorry. Do you know how rare these things are for me?” Veronica, for what it’s worth, politely wiped her face free of crumbs and tried to look ashamed. 

An attendant left with the tray bearing the dishes of Satsuki’s latest snack, ducking behind her immense form as they tried to balance the many small plates once bearing desserts and emptied cups of tea that she had guzzled down previously.

As the attendant scurried out of her room Satsuki waddled out through a separate exit.  One pudgy hand rested on her great belly, sinking into its flab a little bit.  Her stomach growled.  She was still hungry.

It was time for breakfast.

Wandering through the door and heading down the hall, Satsuki’s breathing sounded like it could have been heavy as she stomped her way into Tyler’s room.  It wasn’t (totally) on purpose that she was stomping, of course, she was just simply so heavy that someone could hear her coming from quite far away in her mansion from the slight tremor of the shelves and floors or the creaking of furniture.

Sounds of her activity from upstairs was a signal to the kitchen staff below to get themselves hard at work.  Satsuki wasn’t one that liked to be kept waiting, patient as she could be.

Slowly, she squeezed herself through the door to Tyler’s room, seeing him lying there.  Immediately she grinned, coming forward to his bed.  Her belly drooped down onto it, resting there in its softness, expanding and shrinking with every slight breath of Satsuki’s to drift closer and further from his face.

“Wonderboy...” She cooed in her alto voice, trying to ease him awake.  He had plumped up in quite a satisfactory manner recently.  Exactly as she had intended for him to.

“Mhm, you must be Artemis.”

The distressingly tall lady leans back at her desk as she sees the young man walk in, and she has one long claw ever so slightly digging into her lip. Nysada is starting Artie up and down, grinning. 

He’d just one a lifetime supply of the most decadent food, but it is currently nowhere to be found. Should he fully enter the room, the door would swing shut on its own, unable to be opened except by the snake-lady in human form herself. 

Chocolate Milk: The Muse is now busty! Lactation optional

Chocolate milk--the redhead eyes the bottle for a moment with a pensive look. When was the last time she’d even had this? Regular milk, of course, but she couldn’t recall the last time she’d had this sweet treat from her childhood. And, just like she had in the past, she took the whole glass at once, chugging down the cool liquid with a soft hum of delight.

Of course, the distraction of the pleasing flavor was enough to make Gwen entirely oblivious to the effect that the milk was having on her breasts--previously pert and barely filling out a C-cup, now spilling out of the bra she had on and straining the fabric of her blouse. A small groan left her as the bra stretched and creaked from her expanding chest, small patches of wetness appearing where milk of her own was leaking out and soaking her shirt. It wasn’t until she had finished her drink and placed the glass back down upon the table that she found her center of balance thrown off in a big way.