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Whale Woman

Splash Woman let out a bored groan, her stomach gurgling and groaning with half a dozen freshly-consumed fish. The biggest flaw with being built purely for aquatic life was that she was left with little to do when underwater work wasn't needed; her proficiency often trivialized whatever projects Doctor Light was able to get her on, allowing her to take underwater construction, rescue, and cleanup efforts and render them finished in a fraction of the time.

Sure, it wasn't all bad; she basically had "free sushi" on tap, and she could float herself up or down to the perfect depth to find water that was at the temperatures she wanted; she had a strong enough data connection that she could beam internet videos directly into her head, as well as movies if she wanted to watch something through less-legitimate means...

But fuck, she was getting complacent. Her girth had already gotten her stuck in a particularly narrow (was it narrow, or was she just THAT big?) pipe, and a bump from her meaty arms had almost sent a half-welded structure beneath the water toppling over. What's more, her flexible plating was beginning to reach its limits, and she knew that the next time she underwent maintenance by Light, she would have to request replacements...

Sometimes, she wondered if Splash Woman really had enough oomph anymore. Whale Woman was starting to feel more correct.

May '25 // Bottom-Listers Poll

"What's the Bottom-Listers Poll", I hear you ask?

Well, in order to give less desired or maybe more obscure characters a fair shot in the polls without unfairly denying people the characters they request for the poll, I've decided to do something fun!

From now on, once the main poll has run its course, this secondary poll will run for five or so days, and it'll be a battle of the bottom votes!  Options will be picked from the lowest 5 ranking options, and the winner of this poll will get its own render!

HOWEVER

Due to the smaller character pool from which to vote, you will be limited to only one vote.  So make it count!

This poll will run until midnight on the 15th

VOTE HERE

Lanolin Sketches

(Sorry, no text blurb this time!)

Ended up wanting to see what Lanolin would look like if I adjusted the standard "sonic muzzle" to be a bit closer to sheep-like, and I needed to actually draw some sketches in order to test that. Things just might've gotten a li~ittle out of hand.

Harder than Before

Every bounce on the man's throbbing cock made Rouge moan louder than the last, even as her winded gasps and pants warned her that she was running out of breath.

Being fat was just about the greatest sexual decision she'd ever made. Not only did having so much more flesh make every bounce feel infinitely more stimulating, but she'd quickly realized she could get away with being far rougher thanks to the padding packed across her body.

On paper, obesity heightened the experience in every way that mattered. In execution, she found herself contending with her slowly-dwindling endurance. Every dozen or so pounds made sex that much more exhausting, with the effort needed to ride on top of her partner making her legs burn with such an intensity that she swore that might fall off. It was rare that she could even speak by the time she climaxed, far too out of breath from the activity to do anything more than pathetically choke and sputter.

Rouge knew it was only a matter of time before her role became more passive; before she simply had to lay on her fatty back folds and look pathetically up at her partner while they did their best to find her entrance amidst all the sweaty folds she sported... but it was hard to convince herself to diet or lose any sort of weight when she couldn't deny just how much she enjoyed the upsides.

The downsides were less and less worth it by the day, but Rouge found her sense of impulse control slipping too much to care. So what if she'd soon be wheezing and choking just from BEING fucked rather than actively fucking someone? The food tasted great and she FELT great.

She'd just have to cross these bridges when she came to them, even if the answer was always going to be denial and procrastination.

Komi's Poorly Thought-Out Plan

Komi's heart thumped in her chest as she squirmed in her seat. All around her were people, friends, but all she could see them as were potential sources of relief. She thought that getting her body and mind enhanced would make it easier for her to be outgoing; she thought that if she was unbelievably attractive and flirtatious that she would be able to get over her hangups with ease.

But she neglected to account for the fact that all of the reprogramming in the world, both physical and mental, couldn't save her from the near-instinctual fear she felt at interaction. Her groin burned with need, and her nipples brushed uncomfortably against the overstimulating fabric of her uniform; she'd tried to seek relief with her fingers, and with toys, but none of it soothed her primal urge for companionship with another.

Normally, Tadano's unending well of kindness and consideration warmed her heart, but for once it was filling her with frustration. He REFUSED to indulge her, refused to even humor the idea of giving her relief. "You're not in your right mind." He claimed --- and he was right. But Komi had CHOSEN to be like this, so it was fine. She just didn't know how to communicate that to him.

Swollen, useless bimbo lips sucked on nothing but the air between them. She just had to make it through the day; maybe, if she threw herself on some street corner somewhere, fate would smile on her and give her a way to get relief. Once her mind was clear, she could figure out how she was gonna fix this. She'd just have to hope that she didn't enjoy her method of relief TOO much...

May '25 // Main Render Poll

In order to facilitate voting across both Patreon and SubscribeStar, the poll will be hosted on Strawpoll!

>> VOTE HERE!! <<

This poll will run until the end of the 10th (vote while you can!), and as always the winner and followup winner will be the Pro/Basic renders respectively. The bottom four or five voted options will then be ferried into a secondary poll that will start on the 11th!

As always, please only vote for two options!

Note:  I have implemented additional measures to prevent fraudulent voting.  If you still attempt to skew the votes and I find out, you will be removed from the Patreon.

Fell For it Again Award

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Rouge's head swam with all sorts of feelings. Overstimulation thanks to her swelling, growing body and the feeling of so much liquid resting in her stomach. Shock, from how swiftly she'd been snatched up and yanked away from the others. Dread, knowing that her body was far beyond the point of easily losing all of this weight, and... oddly enough?

Excitement. Lust. Desire. All from the very same thing that brought her shock and dread.

It wasn't like it surprised her to know she had fetishes --- that was a bit of an open secret among anyone old enough to chat with her about things remotely sexual. What did surprise, her, however, was the particular kinks she was now finding about herself. For someone who took such pride in her appearance, how did it turn her on so intensely to feel her body being warped beyond recognition?

Was it the powerlessness of it all? She supposed there could be some sort of loose BDSM connection. The train of thought was interrupted by the dull churning of her breasts as they came ever closer to flopping out of her too-small outfit.

Was it the indulgence? Whatever this sludge was that was being fed to her through the tube in her mouth, it didn't taste bad by any means. It was like all of the most common favorite sweets melded into one blast of unending flavor. This thought was interrupted by new rips and tears stretching across her bodysuit.

...Was it just the scale itself?

Rouge tried not to think too hard about that, but as she felt her fattening cheeks press into a newfound neck roll... as she felt her bloated, flabby stomach growing heavier... her hips and ass thickening and widening... her breasts flopping free from her bodysuit and nipples stiffening in the open air?

Shit. It was the size that turned her on.

Rouge gulped harder at the realization. She couldn't physically stop herself. She knew it was irresponsible, and some part of her understood that what she was doing was dangerous and would only lead to her being trapped. What she NEEDED to do was spit out the hose and call out to her friends, or to at least try.

But if she did that, the growth would stop.

She couldn't.

She wouldn't.

So Rouge gulped, and gulped, and hoped that once she became big enough that her flabby arms and legs busted free of the robotic arms, she'd fall somewhere that her friends could grab her from on the backtrack.

For now, she would just... enjoy the trip.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Fuck Off (April BL Render)

'Caulifla, you can't have a gang if you kill all your gang members. Can't have a gang if you kill all your gang members, can't have a gang if-'

Caulifla repeated it like a mantra, hoping and begging within herself that one of her newest recruits would notice her aura flickering in and out and just stop fucking staring. It wasn't HER fault she looked like this; apparently, trying to store up excess ki from Super Saiyan in her tits so she could use it later wouldn't go exactly as planned if she was trying to store it in body fat, since her body technically had fat EVERYWHERE.

...Okay, when she put it that way, it was abso-fucking-lutely her fault, but if anyone was stupid enough to point that out she'd turn them to ash.

'-a gang if you kill all your-'

Okay maybe she wouldn't turn them to ash, but she WOULD make them regret staring.

For now, all she could do was slowly flicker her aura, hoping that a constant stopping and starting of her power would eventually sap enough power for her body to start shrinking down. Her one worry was that, with how soft and malleable all her new size was, that maybe the ki had like... multiplied her fat or something to make more storage.

If that was the case, she had a WAY bigger problem on her hand than a short-term struggle to fit in her clothes.

And that guy was going to have a HUGE fucking problem on his hands if he didn't turn the fuck around and-

'Can't have a gang if you kill all your gang members!!!!'

May The 4th (April Basic Render)

As much as I'd love to give one of my text blurbs to this post, I'm afraid I know far too little about the franchise to supply one. That being said, I do hope y'all enjoy the art all the same!

Wheatcakes (April Pro Render)

Guuuuurrrrgle, grooooan.

Huff, puff, BBFhhUUOooAArp...

Mary Jane let out a strained belch, feeling her maternity sweatpants -- the only type of pants that fit her anymore -- slip lower on her belly as it rippled and wobbled. Her head was foggy, a heaviness over her mind that made sleep oh so tempting to fall into without a second thought.

Peter Parker, or more accurately Spider-Man, had many foes, many nemeses. The Green Goblin, Otto Octavious, Venom, Kingpin, the list could go on for hours without ever even touching the B-listers. So many enemies, so many chances that one of them could figure out his secret identity (while some already have long ago), and use that against him. Use that to hurt her to get to Peter.

Yet, somehow, Mary Jane found herself utterly helpless and immobilized without a single one of them acting. Found herself huffing and puffing, chest heaving with laborious breath after laborious breath in an exhausting effort to supply her lethargic brain with oxygen.

It wasn't a single one of Spider-Man's foes that put her in this position, though. As she palmed her stomach, feeling the pounds upon pounds of chewed-up food churning within, her assailant was all too clear to her...

Aunt May, and her damned Wheatcakes.

APR 2025 // PSDump

Be sure to let me know if I missed anything!

Selune's Matron

Shadowheart bit back a noise as her stomach swelled slowly outwards, and as the pressure behind her breasts increased. She couldn't say for sure to what degree, but her duties as Selune's Matron had just become a little more strenuous. It wasn't without its boons, granted, as she found her healing magic and defensive spells strengthened (anything to do with giving life, really), but laboriously lugging around such a large stomach was beginning to prove troublesome.

None of her outfits fit her any longer, forcing her to display not only her motherly stomach, but the ever-increasing size of her bosom and the cleavage it sported. Her breasts were heavy and sore with all of the milk contained within, and it was getting to the point that she was having to use spells to displace the milk every so often just to get some relief.

She wasn't pregnant with something normal, that much was sure. Her stomach would shrink and grow at times, and with it the potency of her magic ebbed and flowed. Her best guess was that she served as some sort of incubator for Selune's power: a conduit through which her followers -- Shadowheart herself included, now -- were able to interface with their deity. It made sense, and it was hard to deny that being able to heal Tav and the others from death's door without even breaking a sweat was quite lovely.

...But did it have to be done in such an embarassing form factor? She supposed that she'd done far worse while under the servitude of Shar, but the reborn Selunite still didn't have to like all the unnecessary aesthetic changes...

Contrast

Dawn hadn't even realized how bad things were getting until her conversation with Karina.

Sure, she'd put on some weight --- it was easy enough to figure that out when seams started popping every so often. But she'd just mend her clothes and make the small adjustments needed to keep them fitting nicely and move on. All those small changes never registered as a much larger problem to her, but she supposed they'd added up slowly and beyond her notice.

Now, though? Every step left her hyper-aware of the ripples and wobbles of her ass, thighs, and even her belly. She could feel the heavy reverberations of each footfall as she walked down the street, could hear the dull thudding and thumping that accompanied each step like she were some giant. She noticed how she started to huff and puff way sooner than she used to, even with her body's tendency to repurpose fat for power.

How had things gotten so bad, she wondered? Was it just that she'd gotten too caught up in relaxation and indulgence? Or was there a part of her that knew all along and just didn't want to acknowledge it?

The contrast between her and Karina had been immense, too, the visual refusing to leave her head no matter how hard she tried. Dawn was fairly certain that if Karina laid down across her lap, she wouldn't even be as tall as the goat girl was wide. Would her growth just keep going until Dawn herself was taller than she was wide, too?

No, of course not! Now that she was AWARE of the gain, she could stop it before it got much worse...

...Right?

Inevitable

Inevitability is a fickle thing, when you can see into the future.

Once upon a time, Sapphire thought it was inevitable that Homeworld would win the war. Then, she thought it was inevitable that Rose Quartz's memory would live on as one of unfettered positivity and bravery. After that, she thought life would go on in a monotonous but pleasantly peaceful cycle.

Time and time again, her perception of what was inevitable was shattered.

Never, though, had she expected it to happen in such an odd way. Joining Amethyst in her disgusting and gluttonous binges out of utter curiosity, indulging in a way that she not only had never considered but had never seen in her one-track view of the future before her. Every pound she gained made her future vision fuzzier. Made it harder to anticipate her next move.

She lied, made up stories about futures she saw, and most importantly fused into Garnet less and less to maintain the illusion. What was once a constant source of anticipation and planning for the next steps became a louder and louder buzz of static that made it hard to focus. How could she exist without knowing what might come next? Even if it was a flawed guess of the future, it was better than nothing.

So, imagine how surprising it was when her future vision began to return... and she DIDN'T want it.

Because, unfortunately, it only returned as her mobility started to fade. As she had to fight harder and harder to get up from the couch, to waddle and shuffle around. Rooted to the ground with increasing strain and struggle, unable to combat the sheer heft and mass she now carried.

A vision slowly clearing in her head, the static fading like she'd finally found the right channel... but the future laid out before her was dark. A version of herself that was almost mindless, vacant, an empty shell fixated on glutting herself until she was belching back up food. Hair unkempt and frizzy, body coated in sweat and grease.

A vision that seemed inevitable.

Except this time, as she glutted herself in spite of this knowledge, she dreaded that it might just be the kind of inevitable that even a miracle couldn't change.

Luna

Continuing on the little fanart craze I've been on lately, I decided to draw Spinaroozng's Luna!

Invisible Calories

As meaty fingers groped at and sank into a much, MUCH meatier belly, Tooru Hagakure couldn't help but cringe. When she was invisible, she'd known she was putting on weight, but it was easy enough to hide by wearing compression pants and crop tops. Sure, she'd still look meaty, but it gave the illusion of an alluring hourglass! Now, though? The truth was out, and undeniable.

Truth be told, even the invisible girl didn't realize just how much weight had gone to her belly. Sure, she could feel it weighing her down and had to maneuver around it when invisible, but feeling that weight and seeing it firsthand were two very different things. The proof? Well, Tooru thought her stomach was barely half the size of the massive gut hanging off of her midsection.

'I thought it would be a GOOD thing that Yuuei helped me figure out how to become visible.' Tooru hufffed, cheeks puffing out as she pouted. 'But now I'm gonna have to bust my butt harder than ever to lose some of this... I might even have to-' She gasped aloud, a sinking feeling building beneath the flab of her gut. '-DIET.'

How she'd maintained such stellar grades during her time at her hero college while sporting such an absurdly hefty body is a question that may never get answered. But the flabby, flickering form on display demanded action now... and no, Tooru, that action can't just be eating a gallon of ice cream and hoping you wake up invisible again.

So Huggable

Amethyst, I'd tread lightly if I were you. She's already none too happy about how touchy you're being, but imagine how pissed she'd be if she realized you're the one spiking her meals with protein powder and turning her experiment with human food into an all-too-fattening mini feast?

Conflict

Wanted to draw last night but didn't have any ideas, so I ended up drawing Nihijack's new OC! I've also developed a new hate for warping textures over tits like this.

Wrong Size

Mina groaned, staring down at her new uniform with disdain. She'd already had to have it sized up once, and yet it STILL couldn't get over her ass. Was it really so big as to be a problem for a college as prestigious as Yuuei!? She was pretty sure ENDEAVOR'S ass was bigger than hers and they managed to find pants for HIM just fine.

The pinkette scoffed, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on hips that wobbled at the touch. 'If they don't want to get me something that fits, I guess I should just show up to my first day like this and show them what the problem is...'

Her idea was as good as any other she could come up with, but what she couldn't anticipate was who would be her primary professor... and whether or not Aizawa would side with her or send her home packing? Only time could tell with someone so utterly unpredictable.

Wrong Turn

What had been a simple recon mission to better understand the new kingpin's shady dealings in the power industry quickly went awry when Gwen took a wrong turn in the air vents. Landing in a vat of irradiated milk was embarrassing enough, but what came next made that feel like nothing.

At first, it'd been just a warm, tingly sensation. She thought the weight was just her suit being soaked... and maybe it HAD been, but as the squelching of footsteps became the sloshing of milk in her chest, that quickly ceased to be the case.

Her transformation warped and distorted her frame, tore her costume and altered her DNA. As Gwen stifled the almost instinctual urge to moo at the twisted pleasure of her increasingly-bovine body's changes, she couldn't help but quip to herself that -- between the spider and bovine dna -- she probably didn't even qualify as human anymore.

Her shoes slipped off her feet as they became hooves, and her panic increased as her body became so heavy and unwieldy that -- for all her strength -- the wobbling and ever-shifting center of mass forced her to seek support against a wall.

She had to get out of there --- she could find a cure to this later. Maybe call in a favor with SHIELD even if it meant owing them big. But if she didn't get out without being spotted, the Spider-Bovine had a sinking feeling she'd be turned into quite the pet project for the facility...

April Patron Commissions

Another month, another batch of patron comms! Had a lot of fun with these ones, so thank you to everyone involved for supporting me and giving me some entertaining art to draw!

Discord Usage Survey

Given that my Discord server provides a handful of the unique tier-to-tier benefits, I figured it would be interesting to run a survey! I'm curious how many off you use my server in a benefits-only capacity, how many of you specifically want to engage with other patrons, and how many of you opt not to use the Discord server at all!

Please do feel free to explain your answers in the comments below as well, whether they be things that make you enjoy the server or things that make you not want to engage with or be in the server.

Trait Swap

Jiro's mind was abuzz with static as she sat dazed in her bedroom. She was vaguely aware of the weight of her chest, of the dull noises made as her puffed-up lips sucked on nothing. It was hard to gather herself, and even harder to hold onto any composure for more than a fragment of a thought.

What she could do, though, was look across the room at a narrow mirror she'd set up ages ago. She could admire how her body was no longer lithe enough to fit within the frame --- instead, her voluptuous figure and all of its cartoonishly exaggerated glory defied the reflective canvas's confines and left her only able to enjoy the sight of her cleavage and her plump cock pillows.

It hadn't even been twenty four hours since she had her encounter with a mysterious fan, one with such a strange offer that even at her full mental capacity she hadn't believed. But then , trait by trait, she dulled herself in favor of vanity; she gave up more and more of herself in the interest of becoming bigger, fuller, more sexy.

If you allowed that Jiro, the one from before, to look at herself as she was now, she might not feel it was worth it. But that Jiro was gone, traded away for the delight of her newfound appearance... and, though it might be superficial, it's not like you could get her to listen long enough to even comprehend such a thing.

No, even as she sat there, those dull attempts to gather herself weren't to find a solution or a cure --- they were what remained of her, trying to figure out what more she could trade.

A Bit Gratuitous

More fanart of Gazoogaloo's Mii, Ava, cause inspiration struck and I wanted to do some practice with shiny clothes.

On-Patrol Mishap

Jiro stifled a belch as the tentacles wrapped around her, feeling hard and cold as steel despite their rather pliable appearance. Try as she might there was no way to break free, and as the tentacles coiled tighter into the cushion that was her fat, she found herself yearning for the days when she still had a lithe figure --- maybe then, she could've actually slid her way out.

She could already see it: more headlines about her growing body, her apparent ineptitude as a hero, and the fact that her recent fast food sponsorships had been anything but wise. Maybe they were right, but one thing was certain in her mind: If she didn't make money as a hero, how was she going to pay FOR her meals?

Jiro's earphone jacks burrowed into two of the tentacles just enough to let loose a violent explosion of sound that rattled her foe, and her knees creaked with a sharp spike of pain as she dropped into a crouch from about twenty feet up. That hurt, but she supposed it hurt less than getting squeezed like a toothpaste tube.

Now, the huffing and puffing heroine just had to finish the fight, WITHOUT getting her marshmallow-soft body bruised any more...

APRIL // Bottom-Listers Poll

"What's the Bottom-Listers Poll", I hear you ask?

Well, in order to give less desired or maybe more obscure characters a fair shot in the polls without unfairly denying people the characters they request for the poll, I've decided to do something fun!

From now on, once the main poll has run its course, this secondary poll will run for five or so days, and it'll be a battle of the bottom votes!  Options will be picked from the lowest 5 ranking options, and the winner of this poll will get its own render!

HOWEVER

Due to the smaller character pool from which to vote, you will be limited to only one vote.  So make it count!

This poll will run until midnight on the 15th

VOTE HERE

Interview

"You know, you stay so cool under the heat of the set's lights. How do you do it?" The interviewer asked Mina after the cameras stopped rolling.

The obese, pink hero sucked in a slow, heavy breath, as though she had to prepare physically to respond --- mostly, because the dozens of pounds weighing her chest down meant she did. "Well, when you're this big..." She stopped and gestured to her flab as a chance to catch her breath, her arm's flab wobbling as she moved it. "...You get used to the heat, and your body adapts."

"Wow... I kind of regret not asking that when we were still live!" The man chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes lingered on the bountiful cleavage of the obese Pinky's chest, the Ridley Hero's bust threatening to spill out of her costume... but then, his eyes drifted lower, to the stomach that not only filled the entire couch she was sat in, but then hung down nearly to the floor below.

"Well... maybe -huff- you would've thought to do that if you weren't so distracted..." Mina giggled softly, enjoying the sudden, flustered look on the reporter's face. "What? You didn't think I'd -wheeze- notice you eyeing my assets so much?"

"What- no- I'd never-!"

"And I don't mean the girls, either. Your gaze is much... -wheeze- MUCH... -pant- lower..." Mina's voice grew husky and flirtatious, as she defied all laws of physics and leaned forward against her fat with such ease. "...My bed at the local hotel is reinforced."

With the unspoken invitation hanging in the air, there was suddenly a whole new layer of oh-so-sexual tension...

"I'll be there." They gulped, and Mina slumped back into the couch with enough speed to make the wooden frame crack below her.

"Good~"

Gazoogaloo's Ava

I really liked Gazoogaloo's Mii, Ava, and after all the fanart I've been seeing lately I figured it couldn't hurt to go ahead and draw her.

Sweet Blood Pudding

Himiko paid little mind to the shaking of her exhausted arm as she scooped more blood pudding into her mouth. Cared little for the strain of her lungs as they desperately sucked in air beneath her heavy padding and flab.

Everyone was surprised when -- in the span of mere months -- reformed criminal Himiko Toga BALLOONED with weight. Apparently, all it took to make her docile was a constant supply of blood-based foods, and with her being kept on the Yuuei campus, Lunch Rush was near-constantly available to supply such treats.

If it wasn't enough that the blood soothed her manic tendencies, her weight had risen so quickly that she could barely even walk! The young blonde woman would take maybe a few steps from the couch -- her legs trembling visibly the whole time -- before her handler (2A student Ochako Uraraka) would have to make her weightless and guide her back to her seat! She was constantly out of breath and weary from the strain of her flab, and even eating seemed to wear out her arms as though she were undergoing intense exercise.

Though everyone was surprised, nobody even tried to stop her. If she were to have a sudden heelturn, it would be quite good for her to be pinned by her own mass after all. Even her shapeshifted forms seemed affected, though not remotely as much as her normal form --- still, it made it easier to tell when she was snooping around if the form she took on was a 300-pound variant of Midoriya or Uraraka, right?

To some, her sorry, unhealthy state was something to be pitied... but to the Yuuei University faculty? It was an absolute plus!

APRIL // Main Render Poll

In order to facilitate voting across both Patreon and SubscribeStar, the poll will be hosted on Strawpoll!

>> VOTE HERE!! <<

This poll will run until the end of the 10th (vote while you can!), and as always the winner and followup winner will be the Pro/Basic renders respectively. The bottom four or five voted options will then be ferried into a secondary poll that will start on the 11th!

As always, please only vote for two options!

Note:  I have implemented additional measures to prevent fraudulent voting.  If you still attempt to skew the votes and I find out, you will be removed from the Patreon.