💙Princess Blueberry Bubblegum💙

Hows this? I got soooo full last night because a fan bought me dinner...oof...

Literally just bought this chair and I don't exactly fit comfortably on it, and it keeps making scary creaking sounds like the pump might explode under the pressure. So I bought a new one with a 500 Lbs weight limit, mostly for safety with the pump thing. A chair I can allow my body to grow in comfortably! To be honest it's something I really should've checked. But I just didn't think I was that fat yet, I was proven entirely wrong!! You can literally see my ass shelf getting squeezed with this current chair!

POV: You Caught Your Fat Wife Hanging Out The Washing

“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.

Being manipulated into becoming somebody’s fattening pet.

Being kidnapped and forced into becoming somebody’s fattening pet.

Being paid to become somebody’s fattening pet.

You meet someone who just loves going to restaurants. They admit to going to the same one multiple times a week just for the prospect of trying every item on the menu.

They constantly have recommendations for restaurants and dishes for you specifically to try.

It gets revealed they are also a great cook, but make absolutely massive servings for everyone brought over. You spot a kennel in a room, but are fairly certain they don't have a dog.

When your friend group head out to a restaurant (their recommendation, of course), they seem extra concerned about your serving size.

Finally, you find yourself at a buffet and the rest of the friend group has to dip early for personal reasons. You are face to face with them. You are left wondering if this was purposeful. And if so, if you should even bring it up. If they were to kidnap you, would you let it happen?

You go through everything in your head, absolutely in a buzz about the prospect, nearly ready to bring it up.

*tink*

They set down an absolutely *massive* plate of food in front of you. All of your favorites. Neatly organized. You're already kinda full, but this looks so good.

They walk behind you and whisper in your ear.

"Would you do me the honor of polishing off this plate and becoming my pet?"

Before holding up a dog collar in front of you. The tag engraved with your name on the front and their address on the back.

Big Belly Energy. Omg what have I done to myself? 🐷😳🔥