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I have not forgotten about this blog!

We will be back in business once May comes around! Take care in the mean time!

- Dokutah

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Afternoon.

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Lioness Princess.

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Afternoon.

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Thick Thigh Thursday

Ask questions about the booty!

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what does Skyfire do about her bras if they suddenly snap when on a mission? assuming they can

Virtually nothing in the midst of a mission or operation, especially one that is singed or scorches her uniform on account of her flaming, incendiary arts occasionally leaving said outfit covered in cinders.

When the busty feline’s bras snap, unless she had the foresight to bring another pair or multiples pairs, will remain free and possibly exposed in the embers begin burning holes.

At the minimum, it means anyone unprepared for having a set of knockers blindsiding them in the middle of a fight will leave themselves open for being defeated by one of her comrades. Likely Mint, Goldenglow, Quercus, or Provence.

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"GULP… GULP… GULP…" In pitch black darkness, the open refrigerator bathed Asuka's bountiful curves in fluorescent light. Five years separated her from the oppressive scrutiny of NERV. Life since her departure had been comfortably pedestrian: enrollment in higher education, finding her own apartment, and best of all, no daily tests or strict guidelines to follow – but her first taste of freedom was swiftly followed by overindulgence. For Asuka, freedom tasted like milk. "Haaah~… HYIC!" Asuka thoughtlessly threw another emptied quart of milk over her shoulder. It was just one of many that had once occupied the shelves of the fridge. Now, only a few remained on the bottom rack. Asuka grunted as she knelt down to the floor, her protruding boulder of a belly collapsing against the tiles; the way its impact left those last cartons trembling, it was like they were shaking with fear. Their fate was all but inevitable. "Nnnngh… HIC! Mein Gott, I can't believe my tiURPts… made so- HIC!… made so much milk… though I guess they are HYICK! pretty huge…" Asuka allowed herself a moment to caress the sides of her jiggling stomach. Haphazard trails of milk and sweat on her skin left her fingers sticky with moisture. Breast pumps so regularly clung to her nipples that soft red impressions the size of frisbees encircled her areolae. “I look HIC! …nine mOURPnths overdue… no point in HIC!… haaah~… wearing shirts or bras if they’d HYUCK!… just get wet or break…” The refrigerator beeped in furious protest. It had been open for far too long. Asuka retorted by shunting the door open even wider. Bleary-eyed yet ferociously determined, she pawed clumsily for another quart of milk at the very back of the shelf, leaning over her beach ball breasts and shoving them aside like she was wading through a crowd. Her elbows indented deeply into her soft, supple skin. She could easily bury her entire head in her cleavage if she so desired. Though, if she did such a thing, the tip of her nose would surely greet the apex of her belly; for all intents and purposes, it was as if she had swallowed a wrecking ball. It constantly buoyed her breasts up against her chin, and it forcefully spread her legs so far apart that it was as if she was a gymnast doing the splits. Her bloated figure, however, couldn’t have been further from athleticism. "Just a… HYICK!… few more…" Asuka took as deep of a breath as she could manage before she raised the carton to her lips. GULP, GULP, GULP. She craned her neck upward until the milk container was almost vertical above her face. A few errant drops went asunder from her lips, sliding down her bulbous cheeks and grazing against her earlobes. Still, the quart was emptied in a matter of seconds. Asuka’s efficiency was as obvious as her inflated obesity. "BOOOOOOOOOOURP!” Yet another emptied carton was lobbed into the accumulating pile behind her. “Mmmmngh… haaaaaaah… can’t… stop… now!” Asuka’s entire body wobbled as she reached for another serving. It's a good thing no milk was left in the lowest drawers; her already-gravid stomach had swelled even further in front of them until they were blocked like a dam before a lake. The last remaining garment she sported were the denim jeans that painted themselves to her thickened thighs – but they didn’t come this far without experiencing a few popped seams. Gaping holes in the fabric left plenty of room for flesh to billow and bulge outward like rising bread dough. Buttocks, with the consistency and almost the color of raw waffle batter, bloomed over the waistband and spread out wide enough to overtake an entire row of airplane seats.

“MMnnngh… mnnngghh…” Asuka moaned, nay, growled into the carton she was so hastily consuming. Her gut’s constant gurgling escalated into pained lurches. This was more than mere thirst, more than simple desire. Pure, unrelenting desperation guided Asuka from one quart of milk to the next, emptying each of them in mere seconds before lobbing them into the darkness. Drained cartons already stacked atop one another on the kitchen countertops; there was no choice but to leave them on the ground. Various puddles of milk dotted the spaces in between these little piles – some from what she was drinking, and some from what her breasts had produced themselves. Milk dripped from her boobs like water dripping from the tips of melting icicles. “BROOOOOUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAARP!” Asuka announced another conquered carton with a belch like a lion’s roar, spittle glistening across her lengthy cleavage. “Okay… HYURK!… last one… you… HYICK!… got this…” Asuka hoisted the final quart from the back of the shelf and held it to her trembling lips. Her jaws, themselves caked in fat, ached as they slowly parted to down the very last container. She felt the tip of the cardboard bounce against her teeth; a loosening grip was indicative of a weakening will. She leaned forward, redoubling her efforts. The carton was raised. The milk began to flow. Her heaving gut swelled. Her engorged breasts bulged. Beads of milk trickled carelessly from the corners of her lips, sliding down to drip from the tip of her chin and into her canyon of cleavage. “MMMMMNNNNGH…” Asuka cradled her gut as more and more milk funneled down her throat; her face was the picture of pain. If she didn't know better, she could have sworn she felt it impacting against the bottom of her stomach like a faucet filling a bathtub. Still, she endured. GULP, GULP, GULP. It took a few moments, but it was done. The last emptied container tumbled from her weakening grasp. “HYIC-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARP! HIC-UUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!” Asuka slumped against the kitchen cabinets beside her. The fridge was finally empty. A horizon of cleavage – and a truly colossal mountain of a gut beyond it – was all she could discern. The rest of the world felt as if it was spinning; if not for the landscape of milk containers that surrounded her gravid form, one might have thought her intoxicated. “Nnngh… air bubble… bRORP-ORP-ORP-ORP-ORP-ORP-ORP…” Asuka’s hands lay limply across the floor, or rather, in the shallow puddles that had left precious few of the tiles untouched. Breaths came in sharp, painful gasps, if they came at all; what weren't moans were burbling belches or jolting hiccups. Hot flashes routinely traded places with cold sweats. It was as if she was face-to-face with a hair dryer one moment, and in a winter blizzard's the next. "I can't get bEEEOURP… can’t get BIIIUUURP… get big enoURPgh fast enough… I need a HYORK!… hose, and… BOOOOOOOOOURP… an assistant…" Every short, shallow breath lifted her cleavage further against her burgeoning double chin. Milk battered the walls of her stomach with the force of a pressure washer, rattling her bones and resonating in her eardrums. If the fridge was still beeping, she couldn’t hear it. "Maybe I… HOOOORP… shOOOURPld look into… haaaaah~… wearing beach towels or camping tarps…"

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I don’t think I can…

I don’t think I can write anything tonight.

I apologize.

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It’s Fat Ass Friday!

Today’s all about giant, massive asses! Send in asks, submissions, starters, etc, all about fat asses. Making them bigger, worshipping them, playing with them, etc etc.

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Zalak/Rodent Ops?

Cautus and Zalak Ops are Mood.

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Almost Easter.

Cautus Mood is High!

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Underworld Rat.

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Classes over.

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https://x.com/Inakotho1/status/1773613586960503112?s=20

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https://x.com/MintMethodz/status/1295745277085835265?s=20

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It’s Fat Ass Friday!

Today’s all about giant, massive asses! Send in asks, submissions, starters, etc, all about fat asses. Making them bigger, worshipping them, playing with them, etc etc.

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Fox the Size of Mars.