Getting to that point in the year where I’m drinking a gallon of water on shift-
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Mothlotep's Fat Ramblings
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“…mmmffff…”
She’s turning progressively redder and redder having her chest being stared at. And well…she does seem to be handling it relatively well, though…
Her chest may or may not be sloshing a bit more than usual. And she’s currently hugging it like she’s trying to hold it in…
Oh.
So that was the instance here. She knew exactly what was happening here, and as such, may as well have some fun with it.
“Caaasss~iiieeeee~” Pontia took a few cloying steps towards Castorice, stopping just short of their breasts pressing against each other’s. “Everything alright? You’re looking a little strained~”
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[[MORE]]My mind came up with the cursed thought of Xueyi hyperpreg and now you must share the burden.
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“It varies. Because the fat’s all still there. There’s just less me for it to build on, so I just get wider if I do that. Scales exponentially if I want more…I think. Exponential? Think so, yeah. And yes, it does.”
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Pontia in a bikini and that massive, huge, wobbling, attention-grabbing…
…tattoo on her belly. It shifts colors.
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Of course, her being short is no reduction to her overall danger level, as it’s fat that’s her conduit for power, not height.
So she’s just wider to compensate.
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I want to paint but nothing on my desk strikes me as something I want to paint at the moment
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“Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name…”
An angel actively reciting prayers under his breath didn’t sound too strange, but when said angel is quivering in fear, gripped by primal dread… well, things probably weren’t going too great. Though, to most others, it probably just looked like a really tall, really fat blonde guy having a nervous breakdown and mumbling to himself. He’d paid for his entry fee, and had spent most of his time trying to preoccupy his attention with arcade machines instead of existential terror. Alas, this was the kind of fear that could not so easily be quelled by the likes of Space Invaders or Metal Slug… though there was indeed some interest in how these arcade machines worked mixed in with the fear.
Once the red-headed monster of unknown origin turned his way, however, Shocker couldn’t help but instinctually recoil at her attention. Invisible to everyone but himself, and the magical anomaly in front of him, a faint golden glow appeared behind his head for a brief moment. The faint sound of clarions seemed to come from nowhere in particular. Though, his skittishness seemed to subside once she spoke. It seemed he was expecting annihilation, not conversation.
“I… do not believe we have met before. I think I would remember someth-… someone like you.”
While not the most friendly greeting of all time, it seems that the angel’s standoffish demeanor was born from extreme caution instead of malice. Though… it seemed those holy eyes were scanning her heavyset figure a bit more than was absolutely necessary.
Strange.
Well, annihilation wasn’t completely off the table. It would just take a few moments for her to actually remember how to assemble such a spell, so long had the components that made one up been unused. But given that it hadn’t been done in quite some time…it was mostly off the table.
But this man’s clothing really didn’t fit him, and what’s more confusing was that Pontia was detecting heavily magical signals coming from him. What kind she didn’t know. She had never encountered such magic before, implying it was divine somehow. Her fox ears still twitched and flitted, and her eyes scanned over him, trying to detect threats…
Leaning forward a little, offering more of a glimpse of her cleavage, “Are you alright? Do…Do you need new clothes?”. As if that was the most important thing here.
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So, out there somewhere, is a girl who is somewhat quickly expanding up to a very, very large size…
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And yes, 4 million calories did find their way into someone last night.
Slow digesting as they are.
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meep9898
*pat the fox’s head*
readyplayerziggy
*pats the foxes belly*
“Mmnh-”
She’s not fighting it at all. In fact, she’s repositioning herself so that her belly is more accessible for patting and kneading and the like.