Just A Silly Blog

But damn is it a good one.

Ivy could feel every inch of her exposed body wobble and slosh like melted butter in a plastic bag. Thick and creamy, bulging out of it as it pushed the cheap costume to its seams' limit. A can jumped up and down in her hand, shaken to activate the sweet concoction of fats and sugars stored inside.

click! click! click! The shutter rolled, the rattling of the camera stopping with the last pic.

Gulp. She could finally swallow the whipped cream. Her jaw got tired of being forced down while the camera took some nice shots of her maw full of fluffy white ooze, with a rather lewd face giving some sexual depth the innuendo. Cheeks and chins were slathered in some too, which she flicked off with her wrist as her eyes clung to the screen of her phone, assessing the pics, deciding whether she'd need to take some more or redo the ones in her grasp. Humming to herself, she chose to take it easy and that those were 'good enough'. Post!

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...well? It's been whole 15 seconds since I've posted this, where's the clout?! Not a single like nor a repost. Nothing. A minute... two... three...

I swear to god if this thing doesn't do huge numbers I'm never going online again. She bluffed as if trying to win an argument against the whole world not appreciating the whale in bunny suit. Hour, two... eight... Do these fuckers know the price tags on 8XL bunny suits?! Ugh, it's so tight too, I knew I should have picked 9XL... Grunt. Fingers covered a bubble of fat poking out of a tear in the stocking. Her mound-like body made a good job covering it from all the angles.

She went to bed still wearing the suit, pissed off at the lack of engagement. Well at least it's kinda cute... Was her last thought before passing out, deep in the bargaining stage. She wouldn't had bought it without it having sex appeal for her personally, but the clout and some money out of it would not hurt in the slightest.