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Overabundance and BEYOND

Added 2025-12-03 03:57:43 +0000 UTC

Had a looot of suggests nudging for more SUPERSIZED MAXXXEDOUT Ceran, and fuck it, why NOT play stretchy-silly-putty with this man and his metrics? Every now and again I gotta try my dastardly little hand at enlargening this dude into a ball of blubberbeast, as is tradition. I can also never settle on how I'd like him to gain. Like, what focuses where? Top heavy, bottom heavy, gut focused, full on wobble-blob; there's so many options!

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Isklen elves are better designed for tropical warmer climates, but when frosty winters fall upon them their bodies naturally hold onto a little extra padding to handle the chill. Ceran used to bulk up a smidge once winter winds started nipping at him, but societal convention kept him dutiful to his diet and workout routines. However, as time lengthened and his tastes were teased by amorous little encouragers? The gains grew a little bit more. What was previously modest heft amplified into obscenely undulating swells of plush corpulent flesh that felt so sinfully scintillating to quake and shudder. It was a pleasure most guilty, akin to the siren's call of any other habit-forming drug. The way his flesh felt so heated and erogenous in its excessive slosh, rolling across his once chiseled form like a sea of warm cream. He'd always end up bargaining with himself, promising just one more indulgent binge and back to fitness through focused and arduous workout (if not a few slim-down elixirs of the dubious legality)— as he'd so commonly done in the past. And yet? Such erotic temptations of the gluttonous variety were mighty, and Ceran's willpower was not nearly as strong as the muscles now buried under mounds of rich caramel flan.