CosmoCat

Unusual Niches

Pearl did her best to stifle her shudders and moans as Vidalia painted, not wanting to ruin the woman's reference with her vulgar little noises.

Maybe it'd been a mistake to shapeshift her breasts with milk production instead of just letting the onion-esque woman paint from the imagination on that front, but Pearl was a stickler for accuracy and she knew it'd be better if there was a tangible reference for her to work with.

She wasn't sure the last time she'd had breasts REMOTELY this big... probably back when Rose was still around. Though, to be fair to herself, Rose very often had her take on various strange and unusual body types for their mutual enjoyment.

The gem could FEEL old desires and preferences trying to claw their way out of the inner layers of her mind with every passing second. The urge to subtly shift her breasts even larger, to slowly but surely push the limits until Vidalia noticed or until she reached completion... but no, that would be improper, AND it would absolutely throw off the rendering of the painting.

It was a hard-fought effort to remain statuesque and still, but Pearl persisted --- she'd just have to ask for a photo of the painting as compensation afterwards... or maybe even the painting itself.

Whatever it Takes

Koukichi's heart was pounding in her chest as the moments passed to the start of the round. If she beat Uraraka, then she was guaranteed to fight Bakugou in the next round, and if she even won that, she'd have to face Todoroki OR Midoriya, and with the latter seeming to have a hold on his quirk now, either end result was nerve-wracking.

Uraraka wouldn't be an easy fight, either. Her quirk didn't seem combat-focused, but looks were deceptive. One well-placed touch, and Koukichi would get floated into the sky...

It just sucked that using her own quirk meant Koukichi had to get in close.

The round started with a whipcrack, and the purple-haired woman threw herself into a hail mary --- it didn't matter if Uraraka made her weightless if she did this right.

Koukichi's hand flammed into Uraraka's chest in the same instance that Uraraka's hit her... but the fight would be over before she could even lift an inch off the ground. With eye contact made and now physical contact, Attribute Shift could function; and knowing that a simpler change would be harder to resist...

Uraraka's fat cells began to multiply rapidly and near-instantaneously.

Uraraka let out a noise of surprise as the sensation of Koukichi's quirk -- not unlike the feeling of being about to sneeze -- coursed through her. By the time she managed to put up any resistance, she'd already grown considerably. Her breasts and stomach forced open her jacket, and her bust flopped out of a tank top that had quickly become far too small to ever contain her. Her ass and thighs turned her gym pants to tatters, while the rapidly-accumulating fat on her arms forced them up and to the sides.

Koukichi knew this was awful --- this had to be humiliating for the brunette. But even as Uraraka's expanding gut flopped against the ground, she kept pushing in their invisible power struggle until she was sure the fight was over.

Try as Uraraka might she couldn't bend her arms enough to touch herself, meaning she was pinned beneath easily a ton of weight. So much of her focus suddenly had to become about breathing, as the mere act of inhaling felt like a workout with so much weighing her down.

Her head swam, her body temperature spiking beneath all the newfound insulation, and she hardly even processed that this was happening in front of countless thousands as she just tried to do ANYTHING. She huffed and puffed, and those puffs devolved into desperate wheezes as she exerted herself against fat so big and plentiful that either the weight or size alone could've rendered her helpless.

Koukichi's whole 'being weightless' problem was solved in the most roundabout way, thanks to her foot being purposefully wedged beneath the heaving, sweaty gut Uraraka now sported --- not the most comfortable anchor, but an anchor to the earth nonetheless.

As much as Koukichi was sure she'd only used this particular method of attack due to the efficiency of it, she couldn't help but feel shameful. Her enjoyment of bigger women might just be gossip and rumors, but after this? Her biggest worry wasn't whether she could win her next fight, but whether or not she'd end up in front of Dean Nezu for pulling a stunt like this...

Far Beyond Capacity

(Sequel to Creampuff Ciel, a much older piece.)

Ciel gulped.

And gulped.

And gulped.

When was the last time she'd done something OTHER than gulp, she wondered. A shallow belch sent cream bubbling out around the hose in her mouth, but the flared end ensured it stayed firmly beyond the threshold of her lips.

Every breath sent a faint ripple across her body, the motion of her chest pushing in and out beneath all the lard and cream almost hypnotic in the way it affected her heft. Her body churned and gurgled lowly --- how much of it was fat, and how much of it was just her body turning into an ever-growing balloon packed with undigested cream?

She couldn't pretend it didn't feel good. Feeling herself swell, the initial sensations of expanding beyond the confines of her clothing, even the point when she became so heavy that her knees knocked and grew weak. She'd sat down, wholly planning to stop before her mobility was stripped from her... but then, she'd found out that the end of the tube flared when fluid was going through it.

Getting back up to turn off the flow first wasn't an option, either. Trying to stand was a whole process, rocking back and forth and trying to build the much-needed momentum to stand, and every second she was fighting her body was another second spent growing. The more she grew, the more work was needed to stand, and the more time spent growing --- a constant loop.

Now far beyond immobile and arguably so deformed that it was hard to recognize her as human, she could only chastise herself for being so irresponsible. All it would've taken was a remote control for the pump, or sitting down close enough to turn it off... but no, she had to become this.. this..

Big, insanely heavy, flabby creampuff...

...Ciel knew it wasn't SUPPOSED to sound oddly appealing, but the more she thought on it, and the more she gulped and grew, the more it kind of did? It was hard to put into words. She knew someone would find her soon enough and that'd be the first step towards fixing this... so maybe the key WAS to just enjoy it until then?

Not like she had any real choice... and so.

Ciel gulped.

And gulped.

And gulped.

Retiring

Harley's belt groaned lowly as she crammed another breakfast sandwich into her mouth, cheeks puffed out as she hardly took the time to even chew. When she swallowed the food hit her gut with some resistance, and then with a soft 'fwoomp', it was finally enough to push her gut free from the confines of her pants.

'Aw geez...' For a moment, Harley felt embarrassed, perhaps even worried... but then, she just shrugged it off and continued eating. Did it really matter? The stupid game was being shut down, not like she'd have to be in fighting condition any time soon, and having to look decent was a worry of the past.

Every bite was a little more cathartic than the last, though every bite also brought her closer to absolutely bursting out of her wardrobe. Sure, her jacket and gloves fit just fine, but all the added poundage meant her shirt, pants, and even her thigh-highs were quickly reaching their last legs... pun not intended.

"Thish'll- -FHhuUOrp- teasch' em." Harley grumbled, ketchup dribbling onto her chest. "Nexsh't time they want me in a game they'll -HhuuRp- haph'ta pay t'get me to diet... put sh'ome extra money in my -HbbBBhffuUuuRp- pocket..." Flawed logic, maybe, but with days of binging making her lethargic and slow, that wasn't surprising.

Of course, had she known that the game's offline mode would remain intact, she might've hesitated to so thoroughly destroy her figure, but revelations like that could always come a few days and a few dozen pounds later...

Heaving

Gwen's chest heaved as she fought to suck in air. Moments ago she'd been thin and lithe, and yet with a single blast from Liv's newest invention she ballooned to a size anyone reasonable would have to consider obscene. For all the strength her symbiote offered her, Gwen found the act of inhaling far greater a battle than it had ever been before in her life.

"Aww, what's wrong? Poor spider can't handle a little extra body weight?" Liv teased, slowly circling Gwen. Try as she might to form a coherent response, Gwen could only glare and wheeze, her laborious heaves taking all of her strength. She could only hope the mad doctor didn't have a way to strip her of the symbiote, or she may be done for...

Systems Glitch

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE 18+

Roll's chest wobbled and shook as she shut the bathroom door behind her, face flush red with embarrassment.

'Of all the times to malfunction, you choose when I'm with FRIENDS?' Roll squirmed, hefting up one of her swollen tits with a little mewl of pleasure --- it seemed that the growth came with a fair share of added sensitivity, too. It would be all too tempting to get lost in the shivers if not for the fact that the others were waiting for her to get her body under control and come back.

Cossack had been doing her a solid when he helped make her body; Light didn't like the idea of putting her in a combat-ready chassis, nor did he want to complicate her systems with any of the new stuff on the market. So, she'd gotten a standard, straightforward Robot Master frame when she her 'Happy 18th' age upgrade some time back...

But, a flat and functional chest, no curves, and not even the chance to join Rock in combat scenarios? At that point he might as well have put her head in a jar and called it good... So, she might've gone behind Light's back, called in a favor with Cossack. Maybe even framed it as a chance for her to get hands-on with robotics...

But, with all of these features crammed into one body, from combat functionality to passive human function emulation to a customizable chassis, the occasional error was prone to happen. As she squeezed and massaged her chest in a feeble effort to get it to shrink, though, she found herself wishing it could've been something simple, like indigestion.

A soft moan rolled from her tongue as she slouched forward, her idle squeezing brushing her swollen areolas in a way that was all too welcome. Her knees quaked and she felt a faint sensation of heat building somewhere between her legs... another functionality she'd been a bit more sheepish to ask for.

Maybe... maybe she could take a moment to herself, to enjoy this? Fixing it would be quick enough, but the others didn't HAVE to know that... Nope, she could take this body for a spin, then come out with a smile like nothing even happened~

Greed Begets Growth

Rouge huffed and puffed, struggling to suck air in fully with all the weight bearing down on her. Her toes wiggled uselessly on the end of feet so buried in her own flab that she'd be lucky if she retained feeling in them, let alone ever moved them again. Her legs were in no better a state, so caked with lard and flab that they served as little more than cushions beneath her sweat-drenched form.

She was all too familiar with cursed idols, in fact they were the very reason that she'd found herself lugging around a rear end already a few pants sizes too big for her liking for the past few months... but, when she heard of the payout for whoever could nab a simple statue from a lesser-known museum? She was all for it.

Of course, her contact neglected to tell her that the payout was so great due to the powers held within the statue, and they also forgot to mention that she'd need some sort of magic deterrent if she wanted to handle it, gloves or not. So, of course, it was quite the surprise when she found her already-fat ass bloating and tearing straight through her bodysuit.

She put it back as quickly as she'd taken it, but the damage was done. By the time she got out of the building she was already too heavy to fly, and by the time she'd waddled to the end of the street she could barely move. Her clothes ripped and tore anywhere that they could, leaving her with no choice but to turn off into a small clearing if she wanted to maintain her modesty from the public eye.

It'd been so tempting to sit and catch her breath when she did it... but, the moment her rear spread out across the ground with all the weight easing atop it, she immediately knew she'd made a mistake. Even once her body stopped growing, the damage done in the from of 2,000 pounds insisting upon her frame left her completely stuck.

"I -huff- jush't need to... -huff- to hope this is... -wheeze- temporary.." Rouge mumbled, more to herself than anyone else. She wasn't worried about being stuck --- no, Shadow or Omega would come for her in no time at all. Her concern was being SEEN by one of them in her current sorry state. There were some fates worse than death, and ego death??

The ballooned bat rated it quite high.

Dawn's Data Malfunction

Dawn tried not to break into utter panic as the cloth stretched taut across her thickening thighs began to rip and give way, her body growing heavier by the second. Her chest slipped out from her crop jacket with an unceremonious 'fwoomp', resting atop a gut that had grown several sizes in only a matter of moments.

She'd been experiencing moments like this, ever since she started to get a better handle on Codebase. Despite having a stronger grip on the power that functionally turned her into a demigod, being able to tap into the underlying code of the world without any intermediate step was proving problematic for one reason: unconscious changes.

Sometimes the changes were benign or small, idle thoughts made manifest that either didn't matter or could easily be fixed... and other times, her intrusive, naughty thoughts were the ones that bubbled up to the surface and pulled on the fabric of reality.

'No no no no!' Dawn panicked, groping at her swelling butt and trying not to feel aroused by the change. This was bad, so bad! She'd been doing so well hiding her more perverse kinks from Eve, and now this!? They'd only been dating for a little while, the woman was gonna think she was insane!

It should've been easy enough to fix; just do the same thing she did to cause it, except consciously --- the problem was, Dawn's panic meant that all of her practice was coming up blank.

More and more tears began to form in her outfit, the surging weight of her gut and milk-filled breasts pulling her forward while her rear end served as the anchor that kept her standing. Dawn felt ready to keel over and die; she just had to calm down, and focus. She could figure this out before Eve got back-!

"I'm back." The goddess's monotone voice floated through the air. "What's with the whimpering I've been hearing from the living room- ah." Eve stared blankly at the sight before her, her lover expanded and warped in ways that could only begin to be described by 'gratuitous'.

'So THAT'S what she keeps deleting from our internet history...' Eve mused, while her outward countenance remained completely flat. "Don't worry, love. I'm sure we can fix this quickly enough..." Although... "...Failing that, I'll just see about renovating the house to facilitate your... everything." She gestured vaguely, as a new rip formed across the seat of Dawn's pants and made her squeak.

Eve couldn't exactly say such kinks and fantasies were familiar to her or even something that she'd enjoy... but, there WAS a vague, nostalgic fun in seeing Dawn squirm so intensely under her gaze... so maybe this could work for both of them.

FEB '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 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!

This poll will run until midnight on February 15th

VOTE HERE

Chubby Chako Sketches

No little story to go with these sketches honestly, I just wanted to do some doodles of Ochako with a little meat on her. Enjoy!

Whats in a Name

Tempo's servos let out muffled whirs and cries far beneath the flabby layers that now obscured them and strained them. Every footfall on the beach pushed her almost an inch into the sand, her large frame compressing the delicate grains below until they could go no further. Far ahead, Lalinde was setting up their beach towels (if you could even call Tempo's a towel, given its tarp-like size), but the twintailed Robot Master had fallen behind.

Having fat storage emulation added to her functions seemed fascinating at first; it would be quite a way to see how a Robot Master would handle having to acclimate to caloric burn and moderating intake... except, Tempo had an extreme sweet tooth, and when it came time to exercise moderation and practice proper dieting habits she fell very short of the mark. A dozen pounds become two, become a hundred, became half a ton of flab packed onto a chassis only BARELY built for such weight tolerances.

It wasn't like she was having any true problems from her weight, at least as far as she cared. Her chassis was struggling, but Tempo was sure Lalinde had a solution for that, even if it was manually turning off her appetite at some point. The real problem?

The jabs.

Friends and family alike quite enjoyed poking fun at her half-ton figure; rarely for mean-spirited purposes of course, but how many times could 'Are you Quake Woman because the ground quakes every time you walk' and 'Is this your way of protecting against another cave-in' be heard before they lost any sort of humor?

"Tempo, are you coming? I have a six-pack of cola for you if you can make the rest of the walk!" Lalinde called out sweetly, and Tempo groaned; very lethargically she whirred back into action, hearing her joints creak and whine under the sustained load with every footfall.

Maybe her chassis could handle the load, but it sure didn't LIKE it, and frankly she didn't much enjoy the process of walking, either.

Hormonal Imbalance

Hatsume's fingers tapped on her workbench over and over, an idle fidget that tried and failed to distract her from her current dilemma. Her body burned with a violent and unforgiving lust that made every inch of her form feel sensitive, so much so that the feeling of her swollen, puffy areolae against her ribbed tank top was almost enough to drive her to climax on its own.

She ABSOLUTELY knew it was bad practice to store the hormones in a spare water bottle, especially when they were colorless and odorless, but with no other containers to hold the distillate in, she thought it would be fine! Now, she could hardly remember what distillate even MEANT, because her brain was so overloaded with hormones that it was frying in her skull.

Her breasts were so heavy that they sat in her lap, sloshing softly with fluid -- milk, she assumed -- that had gathered up since the hormones kicked in. Her thighs had become absurdly thick in the hour since her body processed the chemicals too, and her attire felt far too constricting across all of her engorged frame.

She needed to breathe, relax, and let these feelings pass before she did ANYTHING. The hormones were intense, and she doubted her body would ever go back to normal, but the lust? That would vanish if she just... sat there. Even if it took hours, or even days, her body would process it all and -- with any luck -- the portion of her brain responsible for arousal wouldn't be permanently stuck in the 'on' position.

Yuuei had been great to her so far; she was pretty sure no other college would tolerate the amount of explosions and incidents that she'd caused so far, but if they found out what she'd done to herself before she was clear-headed enough to explain it? She was pretty sure a suspension was in her future, if not an expulsion. An expulsion sounded nice right about now, but not the academic kind...

"Hey, Hatsume?" A familiar voice floated into the lab, and she felt panic as her body surged with arousal and recognition. Izuku Midoriya slipped between the reinforced sliding doors, holding a broken gauntlet from his hero costume in his hand. "I was hoping you could help me with my-"

They made eye contact, at least for a second before Izuku's eyes drifted lower. Hatsume's heart beat in her chest, as she felt her conscious mind starting to fragment and break down. She knew she needed to sit there and do nothing, but how COULD she when someone so handsome and BUILT was there? That was the kind of person perfect for breeding with! She needed to breed, needed to be bred!

"H-h-hatsume, what um- what happened to you-?" Izuku gulped, pointing a shaky hand at her form as she rose from her chair. Every movement made her body burn with stimulation, but she cared little as she struck a pose to more adequately show off her bountiful body.

"Oh, these funky funbags?" She teased, remembering a comment Kaminari had made about her chest some time back when it was its normal well-endowed size. "Just the result of a SLIGHT mishap while attempting to fulfill a contract for a local milk company." The words tumbled off her tongue, but her conscious mind didn't remember what they meant --- just that they'd get her closer to sex. "I accidentally ingested a chemical cocktail meant to make cows EXTREMELY fertile."

"I-I uh... I see." Izuku stammered, feeling a stirring in his pants as he watched sweat and milk drip from twin damp spots on Hatsume's overstressed tank top. "M-maybe I should come back la-"

"On that note, wanna bang?" Hatsume jutted her chest forward, making her tits slosh and sway. "I'm BURNING up."

Izuku's mind was screaming no, but his body? It piloted him towards the oversexed Hatsume, and all he could do was pull the blast doors shut with a string of Blackwhip to give himself and Hatsume some privacy for what was to come...

FEBRUARY // 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.

Just a Distraction

Videl bit back a moan as her form distorted and stretched; she couldn't let them know she was enjoying this, couldn't let them know the kind of freak she was. Her stomach spilled out further and further beneath her, her arms being slowly forced to her sides by the foreign goo that flooded her body with every passing second. She hiccuped and a little bit of Buu's goo escaped, but infinitely more plowed into her from behind to make up for it.

"A distraction", she'd called herself. It was a noble effort that she mounted, or at least it would have been had she not been doing it for all the wrong reasons. Sure, allowing everyone to flee into the Time Chamber and buying precious time to prepare for Buu was an amazing feat for someone so comparatively weak to Buu, but she doubted they would find her actions noble if they knew that it was born purely out of arousal.

Years upon years of getting off to inflation porn, playing with herself to the visuals of bodies warped and distorted by air, or water, or even fat, always far larger than even the biggest or fattest human to ever exist, all culminating after she'd heard of what Buu had done to a random human down on the Earth.

Was it horribly selfish and irresponsible? Absolutely. But she'd take this embarrassing and twisted truth to her grave whenever that may come, and for now she would bask in the glory of not only being integral to the universe's survival, but also in getting to fulfill one of her deepest fantasies...

Ungrateful Customer

Bulma's ass swelled further and further, quickly passing beyond the realm of reasonable and soon after extending past the bounds of realistic. The seams on her jumpsuit -- no matter how stretchy she'd tried to make them -- could only withstand the growth for so long before they began to pull apart. Yet, despite the wardrobe malfunction, she didn't yell. The bluenette chewed her lip instead, stifling a moan of delight at the sheer force her growing derriere boasted.

Far above her, Shenron watched quietly and patiently as her body ballooned from the waist down. He never quite understood the point behind these vein wishes; could she not simply wish for full control over her body, or perhaps the knowledge of how to create serums for such a thing if her pride forbade it? Yet, he refrained from speaking such suggestions, for it was better that the wishes be wasted on such frivolous things than be used by the would-be world dominators.

"So... THIS is all I get?" Bulma roused Shenron from his idle thoughts.

"...I have expanded your body to the extent that you are 'more ass than woman', as requested." Shenron boomed in reply. He did not understand humans deeply, but he understood Bulma to be quite independent; surely she understood any larger would have plunged her into immobility? She would require constant assistance if she were to-

"You know DAMN well I wanted bigger!" Bulma called back, and Shenron felt his power swelling --- if he had not fulfilled her wish to its specifications, then he was obligated to push it further. But, as Bulma's body swelled larger, and her knees began to shake and wobble, he could tell she hadn't entirely thought this through. Yet, even when her knees hit the ground, and her wardrobe was being reduced to shreds, he kept making it bigger.

"Fuh- huh- Sh-shenron, that's- that's enough!" Bulma gasped, palming and kneading an ass that felt like it was swallowing her torso hole as it swelled out in every direction. Her legs burned from the overexertion of trying to support all of her newfound heft, and even after hitting the ground she still felt the exhaustion from her previous efforts clawing at her muscles. The instant she requested he cease, though, the growth halted --- it seems he'd been waiting for such a signal.

"Sometimes I WISH you were a big old monkey's paw so I could blame you for this..." Bulma grumbled, and Shenron simply tilted his head. Bulma was... confusing.

FEB '25 // Render Suggestions

Suggestions will be running until the 5th of the month.

As always, each of you can suggest up to two characters you want to see on the render poll for the month!

Please keep all characters 18+

• Loli and Shota aren't allowed.

• MHA characters are allowed on the caveat that they use my adult designs or the official ones!  Other than that, go crazy!

• Sonic characters, barring obvious outliers like Cream and Tails, are eligible for the renders.

JAN '25 // PSDump

Be sure to let me know if I missed anything!

(Sorry this is being posted later in the day, I forgot to schedule it before sleeping this morning.)

Overshooting (January Bottom-Listers Render)

"Ugh..." Yor groped at her swollen chest, the flabby torpedos she called breasts threatening to spill right out of her bra at the slightest further provocation. Her hands slid down, roaming her shapely hips and her shelflike rear that might even stick out far enough to stack plates on.

Her figure was absurdly womanly, a veritable bombshell on display... and it was all wrong!

How the heck was she supposed to blend in like this? She was hoping she'd gain a pleasant motherly plushness if she started eating more, not turn her delicate curves into an absurd attention-grabbing mess! This just WOULD NOT do!

...Except, it'd been so LONG since she exercised, and she wasn't sure if she had the discipline to push her weight downwards... so, maybe she just had to... KEEP eating? Until her belly became sufficiently dominant, of course!

Winter Weight (January Basic Render)

Doreen grunted, hoisting up her gut with more effort than she'd like to admit. The mass of flab gurgled and sloshed with her past dozen snacks of the day, while her ribbed top creaked with the herculean effort of containing her meaty bust.

'Geez, I didn't know it got THIS bad... guess it WAS a really cold winter, though.' She mused to herself, fingers squishing into her generous flab and folds. It'd take months to work this off at a minimum; who knew if she'd even be back to normal by the time next winter was creeping up on her?

'Well, no point sitting around and moping about it, I guess. The sooner I burn these pounds, the sooner I can start packing them on again for the winter!'

'...Wait, that doesn't sound right.'

Compressive Failure (January Pro Render)

Gwen knew she was screwed when she heard the cloth of her costume tearing, and her petite body beginning to become less so as it brushed against the sides of the vent hole. Within seconds she'd expanded to her full size, or at least as close to it as she'd been in a while, and she could feel the Symbiote simmering with frustration and embarrassment beneath the surface.

Or was that just what she felt, and she was feeling it so thoroughly that her little symbiotic friend was feasting on it?

When she and the Symbiote bonded, the chubby hero realized one of the biggest benefits instantly: Her body had become far more malleable under its guiding touch, and with that she found that her symbiotic spider-costume fit her like it hadn't in years --- gone were her love handles and back was her dancer's body from her teenaged years! It was great! Not to mention, she could eat as much as she wanted and the symbiote would just keep on compressing.

Of course, it couldn't FULLY hide her fat when she was thin --- her face had becoming disproportionately chunky as of lately, to the point that her 'normal' weight had been adjusted up to the 300s. But it meant that besides being heavy, she could be far more effective as Ghost-Spider!

The Symbiote could only do so much though, and with the combined effort of compressing her body and providing her clothing, something had to give... and that something was her waistline.

Gwen stifled a small burp as she stared down at the group of weapons dealers below --- she hated to say it, but the Kingpin's smuggling operation would probably live to fight another day, since her new opponent to beat was a little something called stuckage.

Careless

Caulifla loves her job in the Time Patrol. She loves getting to whip the new recruits into shape (sometimes dozens of times over), and she loves the sense of superiority that comes with facing down "foes" of all shapes, sizes, and creeds and coming out in top without fail...

Except. For fucking MAJINS.

Time after time those gooey bastards just show off some new weird, stupid, or physics-breaking tech that she can'to do anything against --- she could still remember that one time she got absorbed...

But this? Feeling her stomach distend further and further as goo pumped into her from behind, trying to snap at her opponent only to hiccup and burp up the very goo being poured into her... her body being warped and transformed as her silhouette became less and less recognizable with all of the tangerine-toned goo pumping into her?

This pretty much took the cake for obscene, weird, and gross ways to lose... so why the FUCK did she not even try going Super Saiyan to stop it? It's not like she could enjoy the feeling of her stomach swelling to become larger than the rest of her, or the way she could lean onto it and feel it spread out, or the soft churns and gurgles of all that swelling and amassing-

'Oh my god. I cannot BELIEVE it. Of ALL the fucked up kink awakenings, it's THIS?! Gotta be fuckin' kiddin me...'

Stupid Wish

18 groaned, her head spinning as static cut through her thoughts and made everything feel so much more hazy. Her absurd lips -- covering the bottom half of her face in near totality -- opened and shut with dizzy little noises, and she tried to resist the natural urge to knead the lap-filling tits that had spilled out of her shirt in the midst of her growth.

The first time Krillin made the wish, she knew it was with the best of intentions: She'd finally started to age physically, and after expressing insecurity about the stray wrinkles and creases that were forming, Krillin took it upon himself to make a somewhat poorly worded wish to return her to her prime at peak attractiveness... but didn't specify whose definition of attractiveness, so it defaulted to his.

She didn't know platinum blonde bimbos were his go-to, but the blonde cyborg understood that she'd already loosely fit the criteria, so it didn't exactly throw her world upside down... the fact that he liked dumber, hornier women though? That surprised her a little. It ESPECIALLY surprised her during the growth from the second wish, since this time instead of shaving a little off the top, her intelligence plummeted like a rock.

Everything felt so loud and noisy, and her big fat boobies felt so hot and squishable; her thick tasty thighs rubbed together while drool dripped from her absurd bottom lip onto her chest; maybe Krilly just made a mistake when he made that stupid little wish. She'd just have to bounce on him and drain him, then interrogate him while he was too spent to move!

Chocked Full of Ice Cream

When Cheelai was first caught mid-theft by Beerus, she thought she was done for! But, oddly enough, since that day things were going better than ever; it wasn't like just anyone could say they were in the good graces of Beerus the Destroyer, after all!

Not only that, but he was so sweet! He shared all sorts of goodies with her in the form of foods both exotic and delightfully familiar, and given the way he bit off anyone elses' head if they dared to come close to his food it had to make a girl feel a LITTLE special, at least.

Now, granted, she was definitely starting to feel the effects of all the eating; her armor and spandex alike were pinching along the creases of her newfound flabby folds, and every day her gloves fit a little more snugly against pudgy sausage fingers... but, really, was that so bad? If you asked her, she felt like the queen to Beerus's king, and that sounded like a NICE upgrade from her childhood of homelessness and scavenging.

Down on Her Luck

Great. Just great.

She'd already put on a metric fuckton of weight during the period where she didn't have her powers (who knew that the insane appetite she had would stick around even without all the caloric burn of being Spider-Woman?), and now -- on one of her first days back with her funky little Power-Ups, she faces someone who can hit like a truck and has a way to make her weigh as much as one!

'I @#$#ing hate this %#@%.' She seethed, hearing her webbing creak as she swung through the air with all the grace of a wrecking ball. 'What happened to the villains with a core theme? Now you've got bruisers with armored suits and weird pseudo-science weapons?' The wind battered her face -- oh yeah, did she mention she lost her mask at some point in the scuffle, too? -- as she swung around to a relatively quiet alleyway, trying to ignore the heavy wheezing that took the place of her breathing some few blocks back.

She'd ask if the day could get any worse, but, really? That'd just be tempting fate, and Gwen already knew fate didn't smile all too kindly down at her from its front-row seat to the tragedy of her life.

Chitauri Calories

Natasha weaved through the debris that scattered the streets of New York, dodging errant blasts from Chitauri soldiers left and right. Being as nimble as she was, it was almost effortless to fall back into her training and fight these otherworldly beings as though they were men. When one dared to get too close, it fell like a man would too...

And then, a strange projectile unlike the glowing beams of energy pierced her, making her thigh flare with pain. "Ack- the hell..?" She ripped the projectile out, watching as it continued to inject a strange goo into the open air... the same strange goo it'd been injecting into her moments before.

Something gurgled beneath her skin, and then an immense heat and pressure flowed across her body. Black Widow staggered as her bodysuit quickly tightened, the stretchy fabric creaking and groaning as her lower body expanded several times over. Her zipper came undone against her will, as her stomach ballooned with mass and even her bust grew several sizes.

"Gh- what the hell..!?" She fought against her newfound heft, hips swaying dramatically as she moved halfway between a walk and a waddle to get into cover. She could barely even wrap her head around the POINT of a weapon like that... sure, it made her a bigger target and made it harder to move, but if they could hit her with that in the first place why not just take her down with a proper bullet? Whatever conclusions she couldn't come to, there was one that came swiftly and with dread.

'Stark isn't gonna let me hear the end of this...'

Ochacow

QUIRK: Heteromorphic!

The user of this quirk can turn anyone into a heteromorph so long as they can make prolonged physical contact with the target! What better a time to use such a quirk than when fighting a Hero?

JAN '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 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!

This poll will run until midnight on January 21st

VOTE HERE

January Patron Sketches

Would you look at that, I actually remembered to post these for once!

Pretty happy with the lot of these! Thank y'all for supporting me and I hope you guys like them too!

Exceeding Dono Goals

Tammy thought that having all the food she could stomach and then some would be great! With the potential for negative impact on her streaming career, though, it's hard to tell where she should draw the line.

Crimes on Calories

The weekends are great! Karina gets to throw herself in bed, turn on whatever her latest show of choice is, and pig out!

...Unless Aisha has anything to say about it, at least.