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I had to help dig a ditch yesterday and I call I can say is that my body wants to explode. However I should be free today so yippee

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Writing up a little something to introduce/elaborate on The House rn, but my friend has just alerted me that in 2 months, there will be a concert in Punta Cana with the craziest lineup I've ever seen. So now I'm sitting here like this knowing I will never get to see TOOL, Coheed and Cambria, and Mastodon all at the same event

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Hi, hello, I died for a few months but I got better, and I think I'm back now. Happy New Year everyone, sorry for popping out of existence.

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Hello tumblr, I'm kinda just lurking until the weekend, motivation to write is shot currently. Though expect big cuties and me getting to scenes this weekend!

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Y'all are really murdering me on the dash today, huh-

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Greed was always the undoing of many a gambler, and at The Blue Heron, that held especially true. Though, for the madam who always seemed to be on top of everything around here, being able to act like a total hedonistic hog for once was quite refreshing. She drank from the fountain without care, delighted in how her belly sloshed as it was filled with wine so delicious even jaded sommeliers would shed a tear. Though, she then looked back to a certain fatty who hadn't been knocked on her ass from alcohol yet.

"Darling, why such a bore~? You wanted this, did you not? After all, it was the first thing out of your mouth when I asked what you'd like me to do after your win. There are no takebacks here, I'm only doing exactly what you told me, after all~" Madam D was quick to wade through the sea of red, happily leaning down to smooch sloshing bellies full of wine, pinching cheeks, slapping asses. Despite how composed she still seemed, the rotund woman had still drank enough wine to put down an elephant. She bordered on superhuman when it came to holding her alcohol, it seemed.

"I'm not a mind reader, so you can't expect me to know when you're joking about punishment. Because darling, this is far from the most demeaning, humiliating, or weird thing I've had to do for a lucky winner. Besides dear, you seem to be enjoying yourself~. Why else would you have such a cute display of being stained with delicious wine like me~?" The sultry madam was quick to giggled as she bumped her massive belly with Val's. Surprisingly, despite being so used to looking down on others, the goth streamer was eye level with Madam D. She was a large woman, in more ways than one. Still, a devious smile crept up on the older woman's face, like she was planning something, right before disappearing and feigning a pensive expression.

"Though, if you're particularly determined to become a skinny thing, I suppose I can take you up on another few games. I'll forgive your boorish nature and give you another chance to win big. That is the spirit of gambling, is it not~? But be warned, darling, I'm not an easy mark when I'm drunk. For our first game, though... I'd hate to leave all these cuties that followed little ol' me unsatisfied. So, instead of traditional games, how about we see who can make the most of these lovelies climax in... 5 minutes, should we say? Don't worry about clean up, this fountain was in need of a bit of maintenance anyway. So what do you say, young lady, would you like to play in Madam D's lewd little games~? I'll honor your stakes just like if we were playing a game at one of the tables, but so too will you honor mine. And one last thing, don't think about offloading any more of that weight onto poor Walter. He's in charge of my regular duties in addition to his own while I'm dealing with you, and I'd hate to hamper him further."

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"W-WAIT, THAT WAS JUST A JOKE!! S-stop stomping around in the fountain, dumbass, I wanted you to make me thin again...I can't take another round of cards or whatever D'Arby bullshit you want to throw at me! BRUAARRPPPPP!!"

Valerie was belting out her frustrations and belches onto the party-girl showrunner of this establishment from a safe distance because she didn't get whatever the fuck was going on here. The morbidly obese streamer wanted a normal life away from her computer and at last found the one place where her dreams could potentially come true from a shady flyer, but here she was, being forced to take part in yet another act of shameless gluttony, even after siphoning all her weight onto that bunny boy Walter... The goth just had to be greedy and play an extra hand to get rid of the last 30 pounds of muffin top. She was even at a weight where exercise was finally feasible too!

From a massive winning streak to a sheer cliff of losses and gaining, the 210 pound goth was back to breaking 700, guzzling wine like a pig at a slop trough, and bumping bellies with the other hedonists who followed the whims of the stunningly raunchy Madam D to the letter. Val's pale wobbling fluff was staining red, her marshmallow-ly face had the equivalent of a Kool-Aid 'stashe.... And the way the chunky cougar hasn't belched yet, like she was saving up enough air for SOMETHING...

....Telling Diana to take a dip in the wine fountain was still a joke, Val wants her win request back, she's scared-

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Good afternoon fat people in my computer, I am awake and about to make it everyone's problem

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Need to take a break from tumblr for a bit, will be back later!

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Random question, but as a show of hands, who all has a mun self-insert? I am... considering it... maybe....

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"I called youuuuuuu a pig, but I don't remember picking up a deck of cards yet, so...let's post-pone the punishment until I actually lose in a way that warrants a spanking, shall we?~ Until we show down for real that is~~"

The mun self-insert is sassy, oh dear...

"Goodness gracious, so many bratty little girls frequent this place, I would almost think The House has a thing for them. But my dear, you seem to be sorely mistaken about one thing." Madam D is going to grab a nearby tray from a passing bunny girl, giving her a gentle pat on the ass as thanks. Looking over the tray filled to the brim with hyper fattening foods, the madam will collect a dollop of icing with her finger, popping it in her mouth and swallowing the rich confection in one swift motion. Her already massive form swelled out further in an instant, dress tearing in all the right places. Pinning you up against the wall with her growing flabby gut, Madam D held the platter in one hand, and a huuuuge slice of the very same cake she just sampled in the other as she went to shove it past your lips.

"I don't need to gamble to plump you up~."

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Has Madame D ever given Tracy the shrunken blob treatment?

"M-Maybe..." She got unbelievably horny because of it, but she's still in denial that she's into it. Though sometimes she tries to goad that very same punishment out of Madam D. A true brat, she is

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Dude won once and immediately lost the next hand lmao, rip bozo...but he had the right idea kinda~ Leashes on pigs good...just only on the right pigs that won't break your neck smotherin' ya~~

Be sure to give him a cage flick for us, if you don't mind!

"Young people these days are always too cocky and confident for their own good. I have a few girls like this as well, but he's by far the smallest." She'll huff a bit as she gently flicks the cage with her finger, shaking the tiny boy's whole world with an effortless movement. Though, as she deposits his cage back into her sea of tits, she'll place a tubby hand on your shoulder. Her grip is strong, very strong. "Now darling..."

"Who do you think you're calling a pig?"

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MICRO BLOB <3

This face looooooooooming over you as you shrink smaller and smaller by the second, fattening more and more, neither process stopping any time soon. "I always did want to see what happens when someone shrinks to be microscopic~. Maybe I'll even make you subatomic~."

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I warned you all size is a big kink of mine~

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Has there ever been anyone brave stupid bold enough to tug Madam D by her belly button, as though the fingers in her navel were a leash to be used to keep her from running off?

"There was once a cocky little boy who waltzed like he owned the place. Luck was on his side for a while, and he intended to humiliate me, just another one of his 'conquests'.... But, you know the saying, 'Luck be a lady' and all. Perhaps she too had enough of his little bravado. He had me collared and led me around on a leash, and yes, did just as you described too. Though by the end of the night..." Madam D will reach deeeeeep into her cleavage, pulling out a small little gilded cage attached to her necklace. Upon close inspection, there was an absolutely miniscule young man, barely a millimeter tall, and was an absolute tub of lard. Barely audible squeaks came from the cage before Madam D held it up to eye level with her...

"I had to show him just how little he really was compared to me~."

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Madam D with the fattest of faces and the most stylish of undercut bobs~~

Well, considering just how massive a woman Madam D was, not having an enormously fat face would be quite the challenge. From her shin brushing belly that her beautiful dress could only hope to contain the smallest bit of. To the massive triple wide wobbling ass that was jiggling like crazy, trapping onlookers in an erotic trance as alllll that pale booty wobbled side to side. Her dress had long since rode up over those massive cheeks, revealing lacy black panties that got progressively more and more swallowed by her growing rear. Her breasts weren't far behind, similarly exposed and just barely contained by a lacy bra. She was even larger than usual. A gambler who had been on a legendary losing streak finally got a break. They actually did manage to win big, even after being made just shy of immobile by Madam D. For their prize, they commanded Madam D to cut loose and drink as much wine as she could from the opulent fountain in the lobby. She happily accepted, having wanted a night to cut loose for quite a while. She didn't bother with glasses, she was following the winner's command to the letter. They wanted her to drink as much wine as possible. So she tossed her heels aside and simply climbed in. She drank straight from the endlessly flowing decanter of delicious wine, chugging all she could down, yet still having delicious red get all over her. She'd been at this for hours, and in and around the fountain, there were countless guests and staff Madam D had dragged into the massive fountain with her. They were all drunk beyond measure, and were just as massive as the madam. She drank more and more wine before grabbing two nearby wasted fatties, one man and one woman, starting to make out with each of them, alternating for a bit before giving a drunken laugh as she stood up, dress finally ripping to smithereens.

"Come onnnnnn you big babies~! I juuuuuust ripped out of my dress, how are you all so tired out already~? Bring me more cuties! Bring me more food! This is a paaaaaarty~! I'll show you the time of your life, just drink with me~! I'm nowhere close to done, I can keep going for days~! Hop in and let me spoil all you cuties~!" Madam D was far from the reserved and mature woman she was usually. Who knew she had this much of a party girl side to her? Anyone foolish or brave enough to approach her could get a piece of the action, but there was no guarantee they'd be able to waddle away afterwards~.

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A smile, a genuine smile spreads across the madam's face. Her soft... everything could almost lull Furina into a false sense of security. But she had gotten a taste of what lied beneath the surface of all this senseless hedonism and opulence. She barely had the faintest idea of what awaited her if she failed to live up to whatever payment was demanded of her. The woman clad in jet black... her smile faded, face contorting into a disgusted demeanor. Madam D didn't seem to be the type to sugarcoat things, either...

"You're already in uniform, so get to work. You'll be my newest bunny, a generous form of payment, one much better than you deserve. You will do your utmost to satisfy guests in whatever way possible. There is no request too extreme, you gambled away your right to refuse quite a while ago. You will grow when I want you to, or when the guests want you to. You are nothing more than an object of entertainment, prime to be fattened and humiliated for the enjoyment of our valued paying guests. And if you fail at a task so simple, so basic, so mind numbingly easy... I have grease traps that need emptying, and your greedy gut will be the perfect disposal." There was no hint of mercy, none of that mirthful and flirty demeanor from earlier. Still, this was just as much Madam D as her earlier self, Furina just earned the privilege of seeing what she's like to the debtors. A fat finger will wipe away some of the tears, only for the madam to place it on her lips and lick. A wicked, sadistic smile crept up on Madam D's face, one hand giving Furina's ass a mighty SMACK that sent a jolt of pain through her blubbery body, the other grabbing as much of the poor girl's gut and shaking it all around.

"You're still so small for one of my bunnies. Nobody is going to want a waif like you. So why don't I do you a favor~? How about I add some more mass to this ass of yours, hm~? Don't worry, your poor little belly is going to get stretched to its limits, too. Those pitiful breasts, though? Well, honey, I'm not a miracle worker~." So, Furina best prepare for a torrent of food and drink being forced past her lips. There was no point in resisting, with the madam always managing to get that pretty little mouth open, to get her to chew and swallow. The only other alternative being to choke, after all. Still, the burgeoning blue bunny could feel something off... Only for her to realize moments later that the strange feeling was her rapidly fattening and expanding further. And Madam D showed no signs of stopping.

A giggle from the now slightly smaller woman, straining her sequined cocktail dress to the absolute limit. Acres of finest silk dyed midnight black, dotted with Swarovski Crystals, mimicking a beautiful starry night sky. Madam D gently patted the ample Archon's ass, eyeing how it jiggled and wobbled, the same gaze a discerning farmer would give to prospective livestock. The gentle patting quickly turned into an iron grip, the elegant master of the house licking her lips as she stared directly into Furina's fearful eyes.

"Darling, need I remind you that this is a casino and not a charity~? As the mistress entrusted with the smooth operation of The Blue Heron, collecting adequate compensation is one of my many responsibilities." Her other hand will come up to brush Furina's face, shockingly gentle compared to the rough grasp Madam D had on the clueless blue beauty's ass. She'll brush one cheek before cupping it, the sheer amount of fat on both women making it outright impossible for her to grab both of her chubby cheeks with one hand.

"Of course, if you want to try and weasel out of this, I suppose The House will have to come collect itself. And darling? I am much nicer than it is~." The Blue Heron doesn't need money, or anything material for that matter. The drinks and food that Furina thought she'd been putting on her tab? Well, safe to say those were a part of the debt as well. As an Archon, a being blessed with immeasurable power, Furina can tell that even she is out of her depth currently. If a normal person was a drop of water, and Furina was a vast lake, the ever growing oppressive presence of The House was a vast, endless ocean. Its depths unfathomable by man or monster, its endless expanse uncharted by neither god nor demon.