Pushin’ For The Cushion

This is no good. 

She won't let me leave!

Every time I try to make the effort? Start to mobilize? She just immediately rushes at me with something else she's just seemingly whipped up in the kitchen! Almost instantly, it feels like. A fresh bowl of pasta? Shawarma? A whole giant batch of my absolute favorite brownies? Then just sticking it all in front of me, or even putting it directly in my hand. And...

... I'm utterly powerless to stop it.

I can't help myself!

I've been eating, non-stop. The whole time I've been here. And I couldn't even tell you for how long. And it's almost like I'm incapable of feeling full, despite having eaten what feels like a metric ton.

In fact, even if it is a little tough, I'm surprised I can still even make it to my feet at this point. It's strange. It's as if I can tell gorging like this has taken its toll on me, for sure! But part of me can't really even tell how much that even is, because next thing I know, she's out here shoving a whole thing of the most delicious-looking tacos I'd ever seen in my life, directly in my face. I just have to be, given how much I've devoured. And as much as I'd like to stop, have some self-control? The tray is completely gone, licked clean before I can begin to try & muster it.

Ech. I'm probably at least twice as big as I feel. At this point. At least.

I don't know what her plans for me are. No idea why she's spending so much time & effort trying to fatten me up like this. But I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. While I still can. We are well point the past of just like some pathologically extreme hospitality. No. This was her goal all along.

I'm well past the point of hurting her feelings. Though... if she's doing this all somehow because she's like some sort of witch or something? Maybe upsetting her isn't the best idea either. I don't want her to suddenly turn around & somehow make this worse.

Still!

I need to go! I need to get the fuck out of here! I need...

Fuck. Is that MORE brownies I'm smelling? With... peanut butter?

Oh for fuck's sake.

It's like I can't even put one foot in front of the other at this point. And it's not just because my thighs feel so goddamn immense after all this.

I can hear her coming up from behind me. She sees me trying to make my move again.

Oh well...

On the bright side, at least if I'm her prisoner now or whatever... the meal plan is pretty on point.

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A warmup sketch that progressed rather quickly while working on other stuff.

I made two versions of this: one with both girls & another with just the chubby girl, so I decided to make one variant for patrons, & another public. They both share the same general premise, but with some slight variations from one another. At any rate, welcome to the premium version! You guys get a little vignette further exploring the subject's mindset before more brownies are slipped into her pudgy hand.

And just because it's open to everyone, don't think the public version might not be for you. Just another variant. In fact, it's a bit more like a more concise version, with a trimmed down version of her inner monologue from the vignette. If I'm being honest, I think I like the 'dialogue' a little better there, it just didn't lend itself nicely to having both characters.

I was at a loss for ideas when it came to what to put on her shirt. Now I'm second guessing it, but I had still tried muting it a bit. Sorry if it’s too gross, it was simply a throwback image from Dinosaurs Attack! that I had saved recently & kicking around on my hard drive. But if it’s too much, don’t worry, she’s about to blow its seams of that shirt anyway, at her friend’s behest.

Still working on comic stuff, but the spirit moved me on this one (& the variant). I also did a couple other variants of old things that I’ve lined up too. Enjoy!