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Thought you’d enjoy this~

You aren't wrong in the slightest!!!! This is exactly what I imagine my Aurora looks like, and look at all that backfat!!!

She's one chunky bunny~ and she's not done growing yet!

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Mmmmm, gym fatties/ex-athletes. There's something magical about seeing a girl struggle more and more with exercises and/or sports as she gets fatter and fatter~

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Today my mood just took a nosedive, it is one of those depression days apparently, ugh.

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Hilda shortening to 3 feet but keeping her weight.

Hilda had never been tall, it was a fact that nobody could deny, let alone her. True, previously there were other girls shorter than her, but as time went on and life went on in the monastery, Hilda watched as those same girls quickly outgrew her.

She didn't really care that much though, if anything, it helped her "delicate flower" status. She was only 5 feet, what possibility did she have to move heavy objects or get her own things? Or at least that's what she told others.

Not everyone took her attitude well though, and one faithful morning, someone decided to take matters into her own hands.

"Ohhoho, so you wanna go around telling everyone you're too small to do things, uh? Well, how about we make that a reality?”

The figure said with a grin as she looked at Hilda walking through the halls, her usual sway only amplified by the added weight that had gone to her soft hips.

As she started chanting the spell, the effects started becoming more and more obvious.

“Oh jeez, I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today, I'm exhausted from yesterday's cleaning duties” the pinkette said, referring to the act of cleaning her clothes.

She wasn't wrong though, each step was making her more and more exhausted, but it was mostly due to the increased effort each step took.

People around her watched in both awe and worry as the spoiled rotten noble went down in height at rapid speeds. 5 feet to 4'7, then 4'2, 4 feet to a measly 3 feet. If Claude was standing next to her, she would have barely been able to reach his waist.

Worst part, her normal weight of 170 pounds had remained the same, but now crammed into such a petite body, she looked like she weighed over 500 pounds.

Most of the weight ended up on her massive behind. Two ghostly pale boulders, now as big as a quarter of her body, quaking and quivering with her heavy breathing. Her clothing was torn to shreds, leaving barely enough cloth to keep her decency, but not enough to prevent her flabby behind from mooning every single person behind her.

Her belly shot out like a balloon, now darting past her thighs right to her knees and quite close to the floor. Multiple rolls of lard formed around her middle, each one bigger and heavier than the other, pushing out so far in front of her that it was almost impossible to see below her.

Her chest, once the pride and joy of the shorstack, was now the smallest part of her body, resting against her avalanche of a gut, looking like pancakes resting on a plate, they could have been easily mistaken for another belly roll.

The mischievous woman grinned as she looked at the fruits of her spell. Though her plans weren't that thought out, as a group of people quickly came to the aid of the poor shorstack, offering to take care of her and carry her things while they found a solution for her issue.

If anything, she had just made Hilda that much more of a lazy, spoiled, brat.

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@squareheadguy

It's so weird to see someone with the same niche as me, happy that you enjoy what I do!

While I would love to do it more, I know most people who follow the blog aren't into that stuff, so I tend to keep it to a minimum. However, feel free to send any asks or anything relating to that! I would be more than glad to more small boobs and shortening!

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How do you feel about non-human sized fats. Like a Fairy who's a beanbag or a giantess who can't get up because of her hill of a belly?

Excellent question!!

I do like size variety in fats. I personally prefer short girls as if that wasn't obvious, and one of my favorite tropes is a fairy girl being carried to a scale and she weighs more than an obese person of regular size. Bonus points if she gets fat enough to crack a table. I adore things like that.

Giants I'm not super into, however, I like short giants. Like, building-sized girls who are shorter than other giants and they just get bullied, but they make a friend who's normal-sized and they keep cheering her on and just comforting her, and she just like, carries them in her pocket or something. It's so wholesome and cute, and the type of giant I love and would totally see getting fat.

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Quick question!

Is there something you would like to see more of in my stuff? Like, are the specific scenarios, characters, expansions, etc, that you would like to see me try or that you would to see more of?

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Clove's morning coffee has been tasting extra nice lately, but...all her shirts are getting snug...

The freckled Scottish being was absolutely delighted when they tried out their morning coffee one day. Normally it was really bland or extremely strong (Brimstone basically drank ink instead of coffee), but as of late it had been quite a delightful drink.

She would oftentimes find herself sipping some of it even during breaks and while organizing her playlists... however; the more of these she drank, the more she felt her body starting to feel... funny.

Her cute pink jacket became harder and harder to close, to the point that she had no choice but to leave it open. Not that she minded this, it was her normal style anyway, but it became a real issue when it came to hiding the layer of padding added to her middle. Her black shirt was now fighting a losing battle at covering up her newly developed chubby tummy; a sliver of pale skin poking underneath the shirt, showing off the added pounds on her frame.

But that was far from the only change, their chocker started to dig into their chunkier neck, a hint of a double chin showing up from certain angles. Not to mention their already plushie cheeks now sporting a soft bounce whenever they spoke or laughed.

Her shorts weren't spared either, they had to use a clip to button their pants, as there was no way both ends were even coming close, not with the amount of padding her bottom had gained. Looking like she had stuffed balloons inside her pants, Clove couldn't help but blush as they felt their bottom half jiggle gently with each step they took.

Furthermore, the increase to the size of their hips and thighs had giving them quite the sway when they walked, causing her to bump into things more often than she was used to.

"I... I guess I'm bulking up a bit too well, might have to stop going out for lunches with Vyse" she said with a nervous laugh, looking at herself in the mirror... thinking how absurdly sexy Viper would look with all of that.

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Well maybe this a bit of karma for fattening up Aurora rather than helping her with her project.

Akali pondered on it for a few moments, her eyes constantly looking back at her chubbier body, letting out a heavy sigh as she took a seat and ate one of her ramen bowls.

“You... Aren't wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have dismissed her claims all at once, I will start taking her worries a bit more seriously. But I mean, just...”

She took a peek out her room, watching as the obese bunny's belly pushed against her desk, making it an entire workout to lean forward and grab her next slice of carrot cake.

"Look at her, look at how cute it is to see her struggle. How her ears wiggle when she tries to concentrate, how her entire body looks so doughy and soft, that stare she has when someone feeds or offers her food. It awakens something primal in me something predatory, I just have to stuff her until she can't fit anything inside her any more, I can't help it... Plus, a few extra pounds won't do her any harm, right?”

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Akali notices something a little different when passing a mirror

Akali wasn't exactly blind to the changes everyone was undergoing, far from it, at the start of her transfer the first thing she noticed was how fat everyone was. Same thing when teammates began chubbing up as well.

The battle panther was very eager to watch as Xayah spent more and more time inside her room, watching as she started overflowing her chair slowly but surely. Same for Seraphine, she couldn't help but Muse as the dove's belly pushed past even her boobs, how tight her suit began to look. And especially how her old college friend was now an insatiable machine of snacks, practically tripling in weight from when she knew her.

However, one change she didn't fully notice until this morning was the one of her own body.

Granted, her change was slow, practically a fraction of the ones of the others. But the numbers were piling up; now 180 pounds, 40 pounds heavier than when she first came into the HQ, she could tell something was off.

At first it was just a tight feeling in her suit, but when the day came that she had to suck in her belly to put on, she realized something was wrong.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes wide as she touched her middle. Where one abs used to be, now there a soft pudgy belly, sticking out as if she had been drinking for days.

Her arms, onces strong and toned, we're not soft and jiggly, moving even after she stopped doing it herself.

Her face was rounder, her perky chest now looked softer, her once toned behind now pushing against her outfit, looking doughy instead of firm.

“Have I... Really gotten this big? I really must have been slacking in my own diet. If I keep this up I'm going to end up just like those tubbos" the panther said, her hands still exploring her body. Maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss Aurora's warnings

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Belle but you can hear her coming by the sounds of her calf flab encased footfalls.

One look at Trigger would tell you everything you need to know about her. Massive, out of shape, gluttonous, shy, an avalanche of lard cascading out of her body.

However, what it wouldn't tell you is the size of her "feeder", if she could even go by that title anymore. At the sheer size of the manager, it was a miracle she could even waddle around, and when she did, everyone knew she was nearby.

Summer had just come to New Eridu, and Belle had decided to take out her newest summer set. She had somehow managed to find one that came with more X on the size than an a censored phone number

And even then it wasn't enough

The white shirt, previously one she had to tie to make a croptop, now could barely cover her hanging bust, showing off enough underboob to consider it a bra.

Her belly was completely exposed, hanging down to her ankles, flabby, doughy, gelatinous, sagging like a bag of wet concrete from a crane. The straps of her underwear digging so far into her love handles that made her belly into a "w" shape.

Wheezing and panting, the obese proxy would waddle to pick up her fast food order, which at this point was more than half the menu.

Much like her girlfriend, Belle shared the bottom heavy genes. Though not to the extent of the blond butterball, Belle's behind was enormous, two giant pale boulders of lard, eating so much of her shorts that they might as well had been a thong. Quivering with her breathing alone.

Not to mention, the her thigh rolls hanging so low that even her feet were beginning to get covered by rolls of adipose, it was only a matter of time before Belle reached the point of immobility. Though, having already past the point of no return, nobody would be surprised when it will happen.

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Pretty soon Aurora’s going to have to start turning sideways and sucking in to get through doorways.

The poor bunny girl already struggles waddling along. Her chunky thighs rubbing against each other as she tries to move around, her hefty belly pushing so far in front of her that she can rest it on her desk. Her seat-filling behind bouncing with every step, bumping onto anything that's even remotely close to her expanding frame.

She might not need to turn sideways yet, there are already wider women in the HQ. However, while the normal doors have already been widened, the ones to her bedroom haven't, and those are starting to brush her hips slightly~

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Somebody needs to help this poor blubberball before she stress eats herself into (more) obesity

The worst part is that nobody can help her. Anywhere she looks, there are just bad influences, and sometimes even worse influences.

Captain Fortune keeps bringing delicious treats and always leaving one or two at her desk, Zeri is more of a couch potato than an actual trainer, Seraphine always tries to help her see "real beauty" instead of helping her diet, Xayah simply ignores her.

And then there are Akali, Vayne, and Jinx. Those three can't even look at her before putting food in front of her. They're always offering her treats, convincing her to eat more, rubbing her swollen belly whenever she's overfed.

"I-I can't -uuuuuuuurp- eat anymore, I'm -bwaaaaaaaaarp- going to explode"

"Come on, Bunny Bun, with a gut like that, I'm sure there's still plenty of space for you to keep going" Akali would say as she pushed another cupcake past the poor secretary's mouth. This one already had to open her shirt to let her swollen middle hang out, her immense behind pushing against the soft panther, completely defenseless against her suggestions.

Poor Aurora knew her weight wasn't going to stop climbing any time soon.

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Big Bunny Aurora crushing chairs with her big buns

Despite her constant attempts at slowing down her eating habits, Aurora hadn't been able to control the beast that her stomach had become. Worst part was that she had now reached a wall she couldn't overcome so easily, the trail of names led her to a blocked site that she was desperately trying to get into.

The constant stress, not to mention the pressure of seeing the Beta team starting to blow up in weight as well, was causing the poor rabbit woman to resort to the only thing that gave her comfort... food.

Lots and lots of food. Before, she used to be a serial snacker, but now she was devouring whole crates of treats like it was nobody's business. The poor secretary rarely was able to even press the keys on her computer at the end of the shift, her gut far too glutted for her to even reach forward.

This, quite evidently, resulted in her already doughy body growing even larger, softer, heavier. The poor woman could barely fit in her uniform anymore; much like the other battle bunnies, she had to "upgrade" to a lighter model, and between a pair of shorts and pajama pants, she choose the pajamas.

Worst of all, even her chair wasn't able to resist her incremental bulk. One day, as she slowly waddled to the office, she lowered her bulk onto the poor swibble chair. This one groaned and creaked, the sides pushing out so far they looked like slingshots rather than armrests. The chair bent so far down that it was almost touching the floor. Thing that it did as she leaned back for a moment.

Suddenly, her immense buns shattered the poor piece of furniture, beach-ball-sized bowls of blubber quivering like a bouncy castle as they made contact with the floor. Seems like she will finally have to take Vayne's offer and upgrade to a double-wide chair, though who knows for how long that one was going to work.

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I think it would be pretty cool if your muses had gigantic, doughy butts. Just saying, it would be kind of awesome, just a suggestion, maybe you should do it, just saying.

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Might be here today, might!

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Ellen's friends trying to convince her to visit the cardiologist (she's been complaining about her chest feeling tight for a week now), but she's too comfortable oozing out on her bed like a dollop of melting ice cream, stuffing herself full of candies.

Maybe some quadruple-cheese lardburger's gonna be enough motivation to get out of bed... If it's even gonna reach her at all, her friends look to have gotten chubbier themselves

(Spoiler for minor health issues)

Friends were always together, they always had each other's backs, and that didn't change when it came to the sharkgirl and her friends.

As the obesity epidemic spread across New Eridu, Ellen was one of the earliest affected and one of the few who didn't seem to do much to slow it down, causing her entire body to continue expanding outwards, filling with more and more blubber to the point that the young adult had more fat in her body than most pigs.

This change didn't go unnoticed by her friends; the three of them were constantly trying to get her to change her habits. They would invite her out to their houses so they could cook something healthy, they decided to join a gym, they would even suggest she go on jogs with them after classes.

None of this seemed to work, however. In fact, if anything, their plan seemed to backfire terribly, as they were the ones seeing their own weights skyrocket from Ellen's terrible diet.

Lynn, the skinniest of them, was an outstanding 300 pounds, most of which had found their way to her now ample, shirt-bursting cleavage. Something that would prevent the bookworm from reading her favorite books most of the time; well, before her new hobby became stuffing herself silly.

Next was Monna, the belly heavy heifer had become a 400-pound butterball, her belly pushed past her body so far that she was completely unable to fit inside any normal desk, she needed to have custom-made ones, and even then, her large middle would need to be resting atop this one.

Last one was Ruby, the new fat girl of the group. While 420 wasn't that big of a difference, it was certainly a feat considering she had gone from the skinniest girl of the group to the fattest one. Sporting a set of hips so boulbous and jiggly that no skirt in the entire campus would even come close to covering those pale buns of her.

Still, none of them came close to Ellen. In order to get her to even leave her bed, the girls had to give her the excuse of trying out a new fast-food restaurant. A tactic that proved completely counterproductive, as any calories they might had burned, they quickly ate back and then tripled with their meals.

It was no wonder Ellen had become such a fatass. At 600 pounds, the woman was really starting to struggle moving. Her breathing was heavy and hollow, she would constantly tug at her chest, needing constant breaks to ease the pain and catch her breath before weakly waddling behind them. Her entire body was like a bowl of jello, shapeless and flabby. Even her tail had developed rolls of its own, now looking more like that of a whale thiren than of a shark.

And judging by their diet, it was only going to get fatter, alongside the group of friends.