Ochako exhaled as much as she could in an attempt to shrink her chest, but no matter how little air her lungs held and how hard she pushed her chest in, the zipper on her costume just would NOT go up!
The fact that her body chose to put on weight in such a "sensual" way had been somewhat of a blessing at first --- after all, it was amazing for her ratings, and as much as she hated being superficial that was part of the job. Now, though? She found herself wishing that some of the weight caked on her ass, thighs, and tits would just go to her arms and gut.
Still, it was hard to pretend there weren't COUNTLESS benefits to her body growing as it was. The brand deals meant she and her family never had to want for money, and the magazine deals? Well, those just made her feel better about her image issues! So, as she finally managed to get the creaking, groaning zipper up over her fat bust, she found herself musing not about how she'd lose weight, but whether she was stopping for two or three pizzas on her lunch break...
Really liked CitrusFlower's design tweak for Ilulu so I ended up hunkering down and doing some fanart of it! Plus I'm a sucker for shortstacks, I'm afraid.
Finally finished the batch of public commissions I took earlier this month! Really happy with how all of them turned out, and I hope y'all enjoy them too!
Valerie's stomach creaked and gurgled as it swelled larger, the Hex Maniac forced to swallow several Rare Candies as they were psychically floated into her mouth. Try as she might to spit them out, the Moomoo milk that crammed itself in her mouth left her with no choice but to gulp, only worsening the sensation of fullness plaguing her.
When the day started, she'd been perhaps chubby at worst. She'd been indulging here and there, putting on some weight, but it was nothing she couldn't recover from. Then, her pokemon got hit by some strange attack from a wild pokemon, and things quickly got out of hand.
Like they were reading her mind, picking at the thread of insecurity that came with her added weight, they soon began a revolving cycle of indulgent and fattening foods. She wasn't sure where they were getting the calorie-laden foods, and yet the supply felt never-ending as she was forced to consume every last bit. Moomoo milk was certainly the most common, sure, but plates of lumiose galettes had found themselves stuffed down her throat. Rare candies too, and at one point she swore she'd been fed crushed up Max Mushroom.
Try as she might to take a breath, to even try to communicate to her pokemon that this was too much -- that she was FULL -- she simply could not. Her corset stretched and groaned, only worsening the compression on her overfull stomach while her dress was stretched further and further across hips and a rear end that would make navigating narrow-doored homes a challenge greater than any battle.
'This is insane..!' Valerie lamented, feeling milk and candy bubbling up her throat with a burp only to get silenced by another jar of milk forced halfway into her mouth. 'It's like THEY'VE been hexed, somehow, and all they want to do is feed my worst tendencies...' With the creaking of her corset growing ever-louder, the pokemon trainer simply hoped that the destruction of the constricting garment would either end this ordeal or at LEAST bring her a moment of relief...
It was hard not to moan out as the Supreme Kai of Time worked their shaft. Plush cheeks squeezed their throbbing cock from either side, the divine goddess doing little more than bouncing herself with impressive ease while her absurdly-proportioned assets wobbled and quaked.
How many times before had she done this, they wondered, as she seemed to skillfully maneuver herself. Every few weeks her body looked heavier, especially her tits --- the damn things rested on the floor if she was sitting down. What would THEY feel like around their shaft, the Patroller wondered wistfully, but another firm bounce and the clenching of cheeks that brought with it a wave of pleasure made that train of thought break apart.
Whispers had begun to spread that Chronoa was losing it, that she'd begun to grow flirtatious and lustful. At first it had been nothing but rumors, but as errant uses of the Dragon Balls in various abandoned timelines saw her curves steadily filling out over mere weeks, those rumors gained more steam. Then came the rumor that particularly effective patrollers were getting 1-on-1 "sessions" with her --- performance saw a sudden and sharp uptick after that.
Patroller hadn't thought once that they would be one of the lucky few. Hell, they hadn't even thought the rumors were TRUE. Yet here they lay, being teased and pleasured by the same woman that gave them housing, income, and everything that was familiar to them these days.
Patroller leaned forward, reaching out to grab the kai, but a telekinetic force slammed them back down into the ground with a grunt. Chronoa looked back, pausing, her eyes glowing almost disapprovingly in the dark. Clearly, that hadn't been the right move.
"Someone's impatient." Chronoa mewled, and her sultry tone sent shivers down their spine. Since when could the small woman sound so gruff, and when had gruff sounded so sexy? "You'll get to touch in a little while, but if your first orgasm is so active... then I'm worried you won't enjoy what's in store."
First?! Oh boy... just what had he gotten himself into, and would anything else EVER compare after she was done..?
Yaoyorozu felt the thick, calorie-laden sludge bubbling up her throat, and once more she forced herself to swallow it right back down before more than a little could escape. Her stomach churned with gallons upon gallons of undigested fluid, all being steadily pumped into her through a tube firmly crammed in between her flabby, swollen cheeks --- which were anything but when she arrived at Hatsume's lab that morning.
"Hffrk- Hatsh'ume, are you sh'ure thish' all'sh necesshary?" Yaoyorozu belched, and couldn't stop the goop from bubbling up and splattering onto the floor. It felt like she was a balloon, and a growing one at that as she felt her body trying to process the calories as quickly as possible. How many cup sizes had she gone up in less than an hour?
"Is it NECESSARY? Is it necessary to breathe? To feel? To be?" Hatsume babbled without hesitation "Obviously, the best way to test if my new formula for giving you lipids on the go is to dump the whole tank in you, see how big you get, and then see what kind of stuff you can make with it!" There was a glint in her eye as the reticles she sported in her irises tightened. "Plus, you are paying me with all the expensive materials you promised to try making, so I'm not pretending I won't benefit plenty from it!"
"Mgffughh..." Yaoyorozu sputtered and wheezed. Her knees were burning beneath her, going from carrying around a body in the mid-100s range to what had to be four or five times that, once she factored in the weight of the liquid on top of her newfound flab. "I- I- -HHRrRRPpp- j-jusht don't know if I can take mus'ch more.." She belched up more fattening slop, and her belly creaked softly as though begging for mercy.
"Well, there's only about half of the tank left, so how about we get that pumped into you on double time and then see how you're feeling!" Before Yaoyorozu could even react, Hatsume reached back and twisted the flow nozzle, only turning her attention back to the fattened hero to slap a hand over her mouth and prevent a torrential gush of sludge from spraying out. Yaoyorozu felt like she was drowning as the minty green sludge came out of her nose, and as her bellybutton popped outwards on its way closer to the floor. Her body was growing heavier and heavier at an alarming rate, and if this kept up she was gonna be immobilized!
Hatsume really HAD leaned into her mad scientist tendencies since they graduated..! This was insane!
You'd heard great things about Otomi as a Time Patrol squad leader, but you're starting to wonder if the "grandiose" claims to her name were actually referring to how grandiose her waistline is...
Every time I go to draw Rouge I swear she ends up looking different than the past 27 times I draw her. This is what I get for not drawing her enough, AND for constantly trying to find a new way to draw her in my style even slightly, instead of just sticking to the Sonic style.
Hope y'all like these, even if her overall size is way on the smaller end of what I tend to do!
The day Ochako got into Yuuei University was the day her life changed for the better, and not JUST because she'd finally be able to make a difference as a hero. No, more than that, the girl stepped out of a life of food scarcity and hunger, and into a world where anything she might want to eat was practically at her fingertips! The food court of the campus was immaculate, and for hero course students, ALL meals were comped in full --- this was a recipe for disaster, and yet it was a disaster Ochako was all too happy to leap into headfirst.
At first it was a little snacking here and there. Would it really kill her if she got herself a few bowls of mochi here and there? Her meal sizes were quite hearty too, wanting to build up a small reserve of fat in case there were ever a day where food was scarce. These indulgences and "preparations" built over time, though, and what was meant to be a subtle layer of padding to prepare for hardship slowly evolved beyond that.
When her clothes failed to hide her belly, and her buttons failed to fasten, that was the first sign that things were going too far. But it was far easier to request a few pairs of "civvies" from the support department alongside her requested size-up for her hero costume, and suddenly she was back in business with no fuss at all. So what if she repeated this every time she went up a few pants sizes, rather than ever identifying the actual problem?
From petite and curvy, she swelled to chubby, then fat, then solidly obese. Not a study session went by without an amount of food equivalent to a three course meal --- and that was just her "study snacks"! Her actual MEALS, meanwhile, felt like they could've been feasts for entire small families. The fact that she occasionally had to get lugged out of the food court by her friends because she was too heavy and bloated to move was WAY besides the point, clearly.
Her hero costume failing to hold up to her rapid growth and tearing every other time she put it on was absolutely a coincidence too. She couldn't be growing THAT fast from her indulging, so clearly it was on the fault of the support course students! They just needed to be more careful with how they were putting her suit together.
And the fact that she was having a hard time standing up without using her quirk on herself? That was just a chance to work out AND practice her quirk at the same time! As long as she remained mobile, Ochako justified to herself, she had nothing to worry about!
One simply had to hope that her definition of 'mobile' was more generous than simply being able to stand up...
Your stomach heaves beneath the tight cover of your shirt, your once-flat stomach distended and bloated with so much food it made your head spin. Despite how badly you wanted to stand, your body was wracked with such lethargy that all you could do was keep forcing your breath in against the painful bloat of your midsection.
People always warned you not to get in bed with crazy, but when you met a woman that was all too happy to engage in feederism, you figured a little crazy would be good. Maybe she'd be willing to go farther, become unheatlhier, all for the sake of your pleasure...
You just didn't expect THIS. For, after hundreds of pounds of gain, the woman to turn the tables so swiftly and thoroughly that you could do nothing but let her. Sitting on your lap, pinning you in place as she fed you, cramming food down your throat such that all you could do was swallow in the hopes to steal a breath before more food was pushed into your mouth.
The distant sound of the front door clicking made you tense. The floor creaked beneath the weight of heavy footfalls.
"I'm baaaaack~" Her voice, so sultry and yet dangerously unhinged floated into the room. "And I have SOOO much food for US to eat~!"
Your stomach gurgled and groaned --- a futile plea for mercy that would not come.
Had a real interesting batch of commissions this time, I always like it when I'm given unique premises or characters Thank you all for the support and I hope everyone enjoys!
"O-oh gosh... I -nnh!- think this might be starting to get a little -gfuhh- out of hand..!" Dawn choked out, breathless as she was sloshed about her own gargantuan form. Everything below her ribcage was utterly waterlogged, the result of a rather strange set of experiments between her and Eve to see just how far they could take the alteration of her data and values. Through a series of amusing and mischievous ideas,they'd managed to quite successfully make much of her body into the perfect tank for thousands of gallons of water!
The concept was innocent enough: fill her with enough water for Eve to use her as a waterbed for the night, and then see if the experience is comfortable ONLY for the waterbed user, or for the woman who herself WAS the waterbed too. What neither of them expected was for it to feel so... GOOD!
Her body, wobbling and sloshing about, feeling her body shift and churn with even the most subtle movements. The slight stretching and compression of her skin as she sent ripples through herself with careless motions... it all made the experience distinctly different from if she were just fat --- and none of it was helped by the way her waterlogged fupa (and the delicate areas located beneath it) were being smushed, sloshed, and squished about with every movement.
"Oh, please." Eve dismissed dryly, typing away at an impressive speed on a keyboard she'd manifested from nothing. "A little bit more code and I'll have your tiny bosom there ready to take on water as well. Though, do known I may not be able to prevent your areolae from becoming especially sensitive were they to grow too large." If Eve cared about the sensual aspect as more than a disclaimer, she certainly didn't make it obvious.
"I'm... I-I'm so screwed..." Dawn shuddered out, already feeling her chest become slowly more sensitive as it began to creak and bulge forth with water being magically manifested within.
Videl couldn't BELIEVE how hard of a time she was having, as she rocked back and forth in order thrust herself to her feet. Normally it only ever took her a couple of rocks to build the momentum, but after the past several days of being anchored to the couch and doing little more than eating, it seemed that the "simple" task was proving far tougher than before.
'Come on..!' She chastized herself, her knees wobbling and faintly creaking as her ass lifted off of the couch. The raven-haired woman dug deep, pushing whatever meager reserves of ki she had left at this point out below herself to keep from collapsing right back onto the couch. 'You're just standing, Videl, it CAN'T be this hard!' But it could be, and there was nobody to blame but herself.
She'd become shaken after her fight with Spopovich. Sure, she survived, and with that senzu bean she felt good as new, but ever since shen she could hardly stand to exercise or train --- why would she want to put herself back in that situation? Why would she want to risk her life over something as stupid and simple as a tournament? So, instead, Videl had taken to indulgence, justifying it as 'recovering' in the aftermath of her admittedly traumatic incident, when in reality it was pure coping.
When her clothes got tighter she'd buy new ones before anyone noticed, she'd take advantage of her baggy shirts to hide the pudgy little belly and the added swell to her breasts. But after her couple dozen pounds of gain became a couple hundred, that stopped working. Sure, it led to tense conversations and arguments, but as much as her father and Gohan argued how unhealthy this was, they had zero ability to FORCE her to exercise, and if they tried she would just bring up Spopovich and turn them ramrod stiff.
She wasn't sure when she last weighed herself on the scale, but it was probably not too long before she started spending multiple days at a time on the couch. The only things she really got up to do were use the bathroom and shower, but beyond that she was rooted to the couch, and her waistline and muscles like could feel it. Every day she lounged and ate her strength waned, and the amount of strength needed to support herself rised.
Perhaps, then, she shouldn't have been surprised that things have gotten to this point. As she used every ounce of her strength to straighten up, sweat dripping and soaking into the couch and carpet, she supposed that this was a demon of her own creation... but, better to fight a battle against her body than one against a brute like Spopovich ever again.
'I think once I figure out what Dad wants, I'll reward myself with a nice, cool gallon of ice cream...' Videl declared, her knees shaking and trembling with every shallow, waddling step towards her father's voice.
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 4-5 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!
Lorraine wheezed, her lard-coated fingers flexing helplessly as her continued, steady growth rendered their range of motion more limited by the second. Her massive, flabby chest wobbled with each laborious inhale, the act of sucking in even a partial breath a challenge when so much weight was now bearing down on her frame.
She'd known messing with time travel would be a bad idea. When she figured out that Calvin was a time traveler, when Emmett had given her a chance to break history and take part in early time travel experiments, there had been a deep-rooted sense that it was bound to go wrong --- if Calvin jeopardized his existence so easily, what could she and Emmett do with more intentional meddling?
Frankly, at this point the Baines girl had made so many jumps through time in her past few years that she wasn't sure where the problem occurred. But somehow, somewhere, she'd intersected her own timeline in such a way that a recursive loop had formed. At multiple points she'd meddled and adjusted her past for the better (she was selfish, but could you really blame her?), and at any one of those points she feared was the cause.
"Hfwhuuhhh... hhhehh..." She tried to speak, but all of her strength had to go into inhaling and exhaling as she sank deeper into her own mass. Her mind felt foggy as vague memories of new timelines overlapped with old, slowly burying any actual knowledge of her own past with an increasingly jumbled loop of the same moments. Had it been when she first convinced her past self not to worry so much about a trim figure? Was it when she brought that futuristic dehydrated food to herself in 1956 under the guise of a product trial? Was it... was it...
The next thought fell apart, as Lorraine realized with a troubling, shuddering wheeze that she couldn't remember what she was thinking. So many iterations of her life now overlapped that she could hardly remember what year it was, or what she'd been doing before she started ballooning in her bedroom. As the floor creaked below her, she simply slumped back into her own fat, wheezing and sputtering and hoping that Emmett or some past version of herself was already on-task trying to prevent this moment from happening...
...Because frankly, if she got so big that she busted through the floor, she was pretty sure no amount of temporal meddling would ever let her forget the humiliation.
This is a redraw of a MUCH older picture, and honestly while I still think there are things I could've done to make this version look better I'll admit I'm honestly really happy with how this turned out.
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.
Decided I really wanted to give Mirko the heteromorph treatment, especially since it let me do a funky thing or two with the cow features intersecting with her existing rabbit ones. Plus, now we get a glimpse at what the villain themself looks like!
Sometimes i have a bunch of vague ideas that I don't really wanna see through to a finished picture but also wouldn't see as worth posting on their own, so have yet another sketchdump. Once more featuring the entity...
"Y'know, maybe getting this job as a butcher really was the right call." Bardock mused, sprawled out on the ground. It was his first day back on planet in ages, and if he wasn't already happy then the sight in front of him would be more than enough --- it seemed that, in his absence, Gine's butcher job had led to enough snacking to fill her figure out, and he'd been lucky enough to have a wife whose weight piled on in all the right places...
"Huh?" The remark confused Gine, and she tilted her head back towards her husband. He wasn't looking at her face, that much was for sure... and then, when she traced his gaze... "BARDOCK!" She whined, her generous rear wobbling as she jumped in place. "That's not FUNNY!"
"It's not!" Bardock agreed, hopping up from his place on the dirt with a lopsided smirk. "It is however, VERY nice to look at it." Using his greater speed he appeared beside Gine and gave her ass a smack, earning a strangled moan from her as her knees knocked.
"N-not in public, someone could seeeee!" She hissed, her cheeks turning red. "It's not my fault we end up with so many meat scraps, and it's not like anyone's gonna miss them if I snack while I work!"
"Oh, believe me." Bardock palmed her ass, ignoring her protests as his fingers sank into the expansive padding. "I'm not complaining in the slightest. Honestly kind of hoping you end up with more meat scraps to snack on."
The implication was not lot on Gine, but her ability to form an actual response sure was. All she could do was open and close her mouth, face so red she thought she might die as she tried to look casual on the walk home with her husband oh so casually feeling up her butt.
She supposed the plan HAD been to put on a little weight, since she'd always been a stick of a Saiyan, but did it really have to pile on in such an embarrassing way.... and did Bardock REALLY have to like it so much!?
Mirko's thighs wobbled as she walked down the street, the two-bit crook she'd just stopped already being hauled away by police. Every few steps a new little hole in the seams of her legging formed unbeknownst to her --- a consequence of her indulgence as of lately.
Ever since she started taking a lesser-known street drug to enhance her quirk, Mirko had been struggling with... cravings. Cravings she would never admit to anyone of course, seeing as the Rabbit Hero constantly fiending for carrots would be an embarrassing PR nightmare, but cravings nonetheless.
The drug did as promised, slowly and seemingly permanently enhancing her quirk the longer she used it, but with that enhancement there were minor aspects of her mutation quirk surfacing. It wasn't JUST the carrots, as she found herself having to fight to walk like a normal person rather than hop, fighting the occasional urge to just start digging or foraging, and -- frankly the most embarrassing one -- she'd had to go to a cosmetic quirk surgeon in order to get rid of rabbit-esque buck teeth more than once already.
Still, it was ABSOLUTELY worth it to her. All that bullshit with All For One left her feeling lucky she was able to be pieced back together -- that Rewind quirk really was something for amputees -- and as much as she prided herself on blood sweat and tears, she wasn't above engaging in dubiously legal practices to make sure she didn't end up a nugget again.
Her fingers brushed against her hips as she walked, a constant reminder that all that snacking was having as profound an effect as the drug itself. So far the added strength in her legs had outpaced the added bulk and weight from the sugar content, but with her cravings growing steadily she found it hard to believe that would STAY true.
The image of herself, ass so big she couldn't lift it off the ground, cramming her gluttonous gut full of carrots until she couldn't see straight (an ironic statement, she mused) floated in her head, and she snarled at nobody in particular. That shit wouldn't happen, she was fucking Mirko, and she ABSOLUTELY had more willpower than-
She perked up, doing an excited little rabbit hop as her eyes locked in on a bakery she was passing by --- carrot cake was on sale? She HAD to have it.
Zelda could already tell she'd made a mistake by the time the first drops of the potion hit her stomach. An intense wave of heat and lethargy welcomed her alongside the telltale effects of greater strength and resilience that hearty potions usually gave, the buffs and apparent debuffs fighting for dominance while her wardrobe quickly waved the white flag.
"O-oh dear..!" Zelda gasped, hardly able to fathom how large she'd become from what wasn't even a full bottle of the concentrated elixir. "I suppose that always WAS a risk when concentrating the hearty effect..."
Plump fingers released the bottle of wine-red fluid, instead moving to squeeze and explore her new curves. She supposed that being so hefty gave an air of royalty, but as her sausage fingers sank deeper and deeper into a midsection that now sat exposed to the sun from her window, she had to question if that was enough of an upside.
The new flesh felt tingly and perhaps a tad bit sensitive, making her idle kneading evolve from a plain curiosity to an act of temptation. The faint shivers of something unidentifiable and warm made her want to keep going, and even encouraged a hand up from her delicate yet heavy midriff to one of her swollen, gravid breasts.
'Is this temporary..?' She wondered, biting back a gentle moan as she squeezed a puffy mound -- her areola, she supposed -- through the fabric of her overstressed top. 'I suppose I should be grateful the potion made me stronger, too.' Indeed, even with the added strength she found her knees woefully unprepared, wobbling faintly and knocking together if she wasn't careful.
It could have been much worse, Zelda supposed. After all, these first potions were still a FRACTION of what she'd wanted them to be concentrated to, since she wanted to test the working theory before committing to such an extensive process.
...Although, were she to make those hyper-concentrated versions as throwable splash potions, that might not be such a bad way to immobilize an enemy. And, if the swelling effects WERE temporary?
Maybe, just maybe, there'd be a reason for her to indulge in the testing of those splash potions PERSONALLY.
Chi-Chi huffed and puffed softly, grateful that the belching had finally stopped as she took up most of the couch. Her fat frame would have pinned the young woman in place were it not for her years of martial arts training in her teenage years, but even with that heightened strength she could feel the strain of such flab on her form.
How was she supposed to explain this to Goku? What would he even say when he saw her? She groped at her swollen breasts, chewing her lip as she mulled it over --- he might like these, at least... most boys tend to have SOME enjoyment of breasts, but...
Her hands glided lower, tugging at her generous belly flab; her gut had been the part of her to grow the most, and it wasn't just that she could see it, but she could feel it too. The way it spilled out over her entire lap despite how generous her thighs had become, the way it pushed her flabby chest to either side... the way it heaved and shook with every breath she took.
It was embarrassing, humiliating even, and Chi-Chi's face burned hot at the thought of being perceived like this. If Goku took one look at her and ran, she could never even blame him-
The front door clocked, and her heart skipped a beat. From nerves to full-blown anxiety, Chi-Chi began to panic as the door glided open.
"Chi, I'm home! I got some groceries while visiting Bulma since you said we were... out..." Goku trailed off, nearly dropping the little capsule case of groceries as he took one look at his wife and was rendered speechless. Chi-Chi's shame burned hotter, and she had to blink away tears as she found herself unable to make eye contact with him.
"G-Goku, I can explain, I-"
"...Wow, Chi', you look..." Awful, hideous, disgusting. "...Amazing!"
What.
"What?" Chi-Chi's head snapped up to meet Goku's gaze, and the man's eyes were slowly drifting over her entire form --- a herculean task even for him, with how much there was to be seen.
"Yeah! I can't put my finger on it, but there's just something about the new look that works! You look so soft, and I bet you're really warm too! Heck, I might not even need pillows anymore!" Goku beamed, chuckling good-naturedly as he recovered and shut the door behind him.
"G-Goku..!" Chi-Chi chastised, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face. He continued to idly ramble about her figure as he deployed the capsules and put away the food, and Chi-Chi hung onto every word.
What had she been thinking, even humoring the idea that her Goku was so vain as to leave her for being like this... he was wonderful, and everything he did truly made her remember why she fell in love with him all those years ago.
