hmmm,,, orb,,,

🪄Hello! I’m Orb, but you can also call me Wiz or something I still gotta think of an alias or whatever <3. I use this account mostly to express whatever horny thoughts come to mind and all.

🪄I’m a cis man, bi, AuDHD, a switch with a dom-lean, and in my mid-twenties! I try and keep age a little vague for privacy purposes. If that makes folks uncomfortable I understand.

If you are not 18+ then do not interact with this Blog. Minors DNI.

🪄Asks and DMs are open! I’m okay with horny asks, but I reserve the right to be picky about my DMs and all.

What I’m into!: feedism (I’m a feeder, fond of both gentle feedism and mean stuff!), inflation (air, water, slime, uhhh probably a bunch of others idk how to categorize stuff), blueberry stuff, pregnancy (normal, rapid, hyper), lactation, hucow, pet play, clothing malfunction, intox (alcohol, haven’t tried weed yet), micro, slurred speech, force feeding, teasing (I enjoy teasing others but if you tease me at all I will enter sub-mode instantly), mobility struggles, immobility

I’m probably forgetting some stuff! This list may change as time goes on tbh

As far as Non-Kink goes, I enjoy gaming, TTRPGs, fantasy, and a few other things! Feel free to chat about non-horny stuff too sometimes, i might be down!

Apologies if I am a horny mess it’s admittedly 99% of what I post on here. Might also use the account to vent post and delete promptly afterwards! Idk yet though cause that might be embarrassing idk idk.

Okay so either this is the same anon sending Peak Berry Stuff or a Series of Different Anons either way these are splendid!!

And admittedly with berries I prefer round shapes more often than not, but that’s not to say I’m against pudgy blob-adjacent berries too!! Just part of the appeal with berries is the soft spheres and how that specifically impedes mobility and totally changes the approach to life in I guess the closest I’ll get to being into TF sort of way.

Anyway all that is to say I do fw blob berries! Just more often than not I’ll trend towards rounder shapes for them. That said it is really fun to imagine that, between the constant growth and shrinking from being juiced and all that sugar being turned to fat, a berry ends up soft and tubby after their juicing! Some can just bear to waddle about, finally able to bend their knees (if only a little!) as the huff and feel their bellies pull them forward.

Other berries just sort of carry that juice in a way that resembles fat! Becoming a berry is never a one-size-fits-all situation, and some end up less spheres and more massive piles of juice-filled blubber! Just as immobile, sometimes more so considering rolling them isn’t quite so easy. Just massive, blue, lap filling tummy, immense hips and thighs that never stop touching, chubby cheeks and wobbly arms, and a fupa that totally buries their cock or hides their pussy! Just means getting them off is gonna be a chore, and regardless of how much they beg they’ll just have to hope someone is willing to put in the effort <3

“Too….bwigh….! Mmmph…!” they mutter out, as their blue sphere of a body continues to swell. What I wouldn’t give to be a whimpering, swollen berry… 🤤

YOU GET IT ANON HELL YEAH

just! A Berry trying to take a few tottering and clumsy steps to their juicer, feeling their mobility slipping away as their rushed walk quickly disappeared into a waddle they can only now barely maintain. “Sho… fwull…” is the only thing they manage to mutter before they slowly roll forward, the last of their momentum spent as they rock on the juice-filled swell of their middle.

A Berry glaring at their partner who is enjoying their growth far too much, their lips pressed into this permanent pout that is frankly far too adorable. “You’we ridichulosh, ywou know that?” Their voice slurs as they struggle to speak, their body audibly sloshing as their partner rubs against their side.

A puppy-brained pet berry horny out of their mind, struggling to form even a single coherent thought as their owner teases their overbloated frame, each touch like a full body shock. They just barely make out a command over the constant churning of their juice-filled body: Speak. They try and to move their mouth, but no sound comes out. What could generously be called a squeak is all they can muster as their cheeks begin to block their view. They try again, and again, cause good dogs know how to listen! Finally, the most they can properly muster is a pathetic little “bwff! bwff!” In between whimpers as they struggle to grind against anything.

Used the little jar thingy at this site by @soft-sappho! Still parsing through the site, but what an incredible community resource omg.

Little update on my end: I did not forget my promise I have been on and off working on that rapid preg story, just wrote a chunk of it and now just considering rewriting it tbh!

After that I have an idea for a lighter-than-air inflation scenario cause that’s been in mind rn,,,

And of course her voluptuous friend is even more of a blob than she already was, even after being juiced huehue…

idk what it is but the little ‘huehue’ at the end of this is cuttin’ me up thank you Anon.

But this rocks! Love the idea of the trim and fit friend constantly trying to encourage her SSBBW buddy to come to the gym with her, meanwhile the SSBBW is just mad comfortable at her size! Maybe takes her Gym Bunny Friend (GBF) out for brunch, they have a few blue berry mimosas, and then minutes later they’re both massive berries having to be rolled to the juice clinic down the street.

Reaction is still going on as they get rolled, with the Gym Friend freaking out as her entire world spins around her. Her clothes are in absolute taters, she’s an embarrassed mess, and is not at all fond of the way her middle still squishes in ways she’s never felt before as hands press into her side. Meanwhile the SSBBW friend is adoring the attention, cutting up jokes, and ultimately trying to downplay things. It’s not that she’s not freaked out by suddenly being a berry, just that she’s no stranger to taking up this much space and really isn’t stressing it. Just super relaxed.

Cut to the next day, the juice production has finally slowed enough to be juiced. The Gym Friend waddles out of the juicer, she’s she’s wider than any of the doors at her apartment. Just those few ponderous steps has her more winded than any gym visit she’s ever gone on. Everything is so heavy, she’s feeling parts of her jiggle that she’s never felt before. She just asks the staff when the rest of the swelling is gonna go down and her skin will go back to normal. They have to explain to her that there is no normal. It took so long for the reaction to wrap up, her body digested and processed an insane amount of calories. Simply put: the only way this weight is going anywhere is if she works it off, and that’s assuming she doesn’t have another reaction and starts making juice again. She’s freaking out, trying to explain that she can’t go home like this. So can’t even fit into her apartment without walking in sideways, and that’s if she’s lucky. The clinic gave her a gown, but what’s she supposed to do with her old wardrobe? What’s everyone at her gym going to think when they see her three times as wide as the last time they saw her?