#plush wg

[pillow-priestess]

Stuffed up and plushed up, just like me~<3

an absolutely perfect sequence comm from arcadebunni of plushsuit Vee giving the plushification process to my darling @machetheferret in her very favorite way - stuffed up with stuffing, glob upon glob of warm, soft, tasty filling pumped into the lovely ferret, plushing it up more and more by the second and giving it the body it deserves <3

[housecow]

the bigger i get the more i just want to wear cropped tops

[comfycritter]

Wereplush girl from a story im writing for myself. I am nothing if not predictable.

(Really in love with @feyfoxen ‘s wereplush concept)

[aegoniiwifey]

*slides some money towards you* talk about spoiled son blob aegon pretty please?

Spoiled, Spoiled Boy!

HEADCANON

TROPE: Fat!spoiled!son!Aegon ii Targaryen

WORDS: 841.

WARNINGS: mentions of overeating/binge eating, male wg, rapid wg, soft feedism, spoiled!Aegon, fat play, moob play, mentions of masturbation.

A/N - I literally crave for this Aegon so bad, he would be so useless but so needy for you. I might write an alternative Modern AU for fat!spoiled!son Aegon ii.

this version of Aeg was deeply inspired by this incredible artwork !!!!

Aegon was always a much larger man, with a grand appetite and the constant spoils of being a royal Prince... He could have anything granted to him, by the snap of his fingers.

His family, especially his mother, had enabled him since his youth: embedding his gluttonous habits, as means to not "deal" with him.

As Aegon's gluttony grew with age, so did his stomach... And his body.

Alas, he was also known to be quite lazy. Only part-taking in physical activities such as dragon-riding and combat training when absolutely necessary.

After some time however, he began to make pitiful excuses to not attend, spending most of his time nestled in the privacy of his chambers, only ever coming out [particularly at night] to scourge the kitchen for some late-night treats.

Eventually the sedentary lifestyle hand in hand to his gluttony, began to amount...

His clothes, vastly more fitted and tighter, would eventually rip at the seams, fat bursting through the gaps of the ripped, rich fabrics.

Buttons spontaneously popping: Aegon often found it self-amusing to see how fast and how full he could stuff himself, until a button popped from the sow.

His once loose, baggy shirts had shrunk against his wide, distended gut and the fat rolls hanging at his sides: his plush belly overhung blatantly beneath, peaking through.

Alicent grew impatient with the consistent growth in Aegon's weight, and the haste need to re-alter his royal garments.

Aegon often whines about the maesters having to take his measurements, attending to regular health checks: the calipers were the worst, as they stung pinching onto his fat, especially at his pooling, dense hips. To a point, where he furiously yells at them to leave, in which the maesters scurry off in fear of punishment.

The gold jewels and rings that once embellished his fingers, now he could no longer wear, as his fingers had grown quite pudgy: he was adamant on getting them resized, although this became a habitual requirement.

Aegon's ass now wide and thickly plump, the weight of his mass would often have wooden furniture creak beneath his heavy weight. Some furniture even breaking beneath the Prince, as he was too large to mount.

It was also necessary to have his saddle resized to accommodate for his ballooned size, to fit Sunfyre, despite rarely flying, he did occasionally insist on visiting.

However, Aegon often struggled to walk, or more so waddle, a few feet around the castle grounds, nevertheless to the Dragonpit. A horse would not be able to bear his excess weight, and was instead carried by a litter of a few solid, strong men.

During royal feasts and balls, Aegon would often bicker with Alicent and Otto, desperate to remain absent, often using the excuse that he had a "terrible stomach ache" or some ailment, in which Alicent would often succumb to her eldest sons' whines and groans: Otto, although reluctant to accept for Alicent's sake, knew better than to see through Aegon's deceitful cries.

Aegon was a hog, although he knew how to manipulate his mother emotionally, toiling with her misfortune to gain what he wanted.

He often commanded for his servants to fetch him trolleys and trays decked with succulent sweets, pastries, meats and wine or ale, to be served directly to his chamber.

The kitchen staff grew fairly familiar with his "feeding" schedule. Surprisingly, Aegon was very particular with what he enjoyed to eat and what he despised [mostly green vegetables], in which the kitchen staff also had grown ideal to.

He rather enjoyed lazily lying in bed, as he gorged on his feast: he found it convenient so, as he would often be too bloated and full to move, let alone mobilise.

Needing to attend to his belly rubs that he found soothed the bloating as it encouraged his belches, whilst it also made his eager cock twitch and stiffen with satisfaction.

Aegon grew quite impressed with his own appetite.

Aegon would struggle after some period of immense weight gain to masturbate: although found excitement in playing with his own fat, especially his grotesquely chunky blubber than grew beneath his waistline, above where his cock would spring... His very own fat pad.

He enjoyed rutting against a large pillow or the mattress itself, to feel something, some sort of friction between his aching cock.

And he rather relished in massaging at his moobs: often demanding his maid to massage at his fat, including his tits, coating it in oil.

Despite the cruel remarks of his family: Aegon rather enjoyed his new found "body", embracing his insatiable hunger and drive to stay as full as possible, he loved the idea of pampering himself, exhibiting his overindulgence with his body.

Regarding it as a big "fuck you" to the strict principles of his stern family.

That even though he was a fat prince, he was a Prince nonetheless... And mayhaps, the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

If no one else would openly bask and enjoy the riches of being royal... Why should he not?

[plushefemme]

so uh. i wrote some lesbian feedism erotica :)

"daddy, can we keep him?"

contains: threesome, butch/butch/femme, Sir/boy, Daddy dyke, Dom/sub, butch4butch, stuffing, force-feeding, eructo, alcohol, intox, T-dick, butch bottom penetration, face-sitting, fingering, strap, teasing/mild humiliation, praise, under-negotiated kink, mild dubcon

summary: A butch/femme feedist couple go out for dinner, and end up taking their "dessert" to go.

word count: 9,704

♥︎ read on ao3 ♥︎

(you don't need an ao3 account to read and comment!)

[pudgecuddles]

i love ur rapid wg stories its so hard to find ppl who do those

is there a short rapid wg i might do for jm?

-🪭

Jimin sat alone in his room, half terrified and half giddy. Today was the day. The day that the good old family curse kicked in.

His twenty first birthday.

You see, the Park family generations ago, practically the start of the line were cursed by a scorned lover to gain an increasing amount of weight per generation. Meaning what was 2 pounds that first generation was 512 pounds his parent’s generation. And it was only the men.

This generation was worse though. You see, his dad and uncles, although huge, could still walk around, if barely. His older cousins though? They gained 1,024 pounds. All of his older male cousins were effectively immobile at this point and they just kept growing fatter.

Jimin should be scared. He should be shaking in fear and whimpering in sadness from the inevitable loss of his lean, athletic body. The one he worked so hard for…

Except, he didn’t care at all about all that crap.

He just wanted to be huge.

Jimin was a closeted feedee. Ever since he was little, stuffing pillows in his shirts and doodling fat boys, he’s wanted to be fat. Bigger than fat, bigger than obese. His ultimate dream in life was to blow up so huge he was near unrecognizable. To be immobile like his cousins.

Luckily, the family curse was waiting for him, unluckily, he had to wait until his twenty first birthday…

But! Time didn’t matter anymore, because today was the day. It was 11:58PM and in two minutes, Jimin would start expanding.

He had everything planned out. He saved up a ton of money to buy the house he was currently living in and will be, like his cousins, put on disability for the rest of his life. He’d been chatting online with a feeder online who went by the username GLOSS, and they have plans for GLOSS to move in and take care of Jimin full time.

But that was all for future Jimin to worry about. Right now, he wanted fo focus on himself. To relish in the explosion of fat that he was about to experience.

11:59 and 50 seconds his phone read.

He was seated on his mattress, pulled off of the frame since he would likely break it. This was were he will spend the rest of his life, growing and eating and probably having really hot sex with GLOSS.

11:59 and 58 seconds…

Jimin closed his eyes and held his breath. Here it came!

As the clock struck midnight, and Jimin officially turned twenty one, he felt a soft warmth grow from his middle, outwards. It slowly grew hotter and hotter as the sensation flooded his body, from limb to limb. Jimin broke out into a sweat, overheated body attempting to cool down.

“Nngh…” Jimin moaned as the heat found his dick. Shamelessly, because no one but him was here, Jimin grabbed himself and began slowly stroking.

Suddenly, he felt like he was taking too deep of a breath, like he breathed a bunch of air into his belly and wasn’t breathing out. Except, he was taking quick shallow breaths currently. Whatever was happening to him wasn’t of his own cause.

Opening his eyes, Jimin looked down at his middle section, anxious to see-

There! There it was! A small pooch of fat was slowly expanding on his once prominent abs. His skin, once tight against muscle was now soft to the touch and smooth. It was starting.

Managing to rip his hand away from his dick, Jimin felt up his softening body. He had grown quite plush and malleable. Squeezing and pinching at his now flabby arms and thickening thighs, Jimin almost forgot about his belly, only remembering once it plopped softly onto his widening lap.

Shit, it was touching his dick. Jimin moaned loudly as the soft underbelly encompassed his cock with it’s fat. It only grew wider and heavier as he expanded. His rear lifting him slightly off the mattress as he became unmistakably bottom heavy.

His rings grew tight as his fingers and toes filled up with fat. Hurriedly he took them off and tossed them onto the bedside table. He’ll consider widening them later in life. He felt his chin double and then triple. Oh god, it was speeding up.

His now double belly, rolls forming where a natural crease used to be, grew past his thighs and onto his knees, huge ass going from basket ball sized to yoga ball. His thighs spread out, pushing his legs apart from their sheer size.

Although he couldn’t see it happen, Jimin knew that his chins had fused into one large ring of fat around his neck. His sausage fingers pushed themselves apart and his ankles and knees developed rolls.

He couldn’t see past his gut, but he knew that his fat pad had by now fully engulfed his shrinking cock. He’s never be able to get off by himself again. For some reason he only grew harder from his newfound uselessness.

He’d need help for everything now, because honestly he wasn’t sure he could even get up by himself anymore. He tried lifting one heavy leg, but his ever growing belly pushed into it too heavily to lift. And even if he could stand, would these useless excuses for legs even let him walk? He’s practaiclly having to do the spilts right now with how large theyve grown.

Jimin started panting at the effort it took to remain sitting upright, his saggy boy breasts hung uncomfortably low on his chest and pulled his skin downwards. He needed to lay down.

Shifting his massive ass to allow himself to recline, Jimin carefully propped himself up on a pile of pillows he prepared for this occasion. Ahhh, that was better. His tits sloughed off to his sides, having fused with his back rolls. They drooped, sweat dripping from his shot glass nipples.

As if he body knew his growth was about to come to an end, his belly gave one final rumble and his body gushed with fresh fat to every part of himself. He just expanded from every angle.

God he was so fucking fat. Jimin tried his hardest to explore his body but his arms stuck out to the side too much to move very far. Shit. That might be an issue.

Luckily, Jimin very loosely tied his phone around his wrist like a Wii remote before midnight, so he still had access to his feedee account and messages with GLOSS. His front door was unlocked so all he had to do now was message the feeder.

Minnie Muffin: 12:15AM Heeeeeeey… I wanna see you, you up for a sleepover? ;)

GLOSS: 12:17AM Give me 15 mins.

End.

[massivematsus]

How it’s going: Osomatsu WG Headcanons

Osomatsu, always the greedy and lazy one, naturally kept gaining weight given his environmental factors. His continued gain is almost purely out of gluttony. Eventually realizing his predicament, he just shrugged and decided to roll with it. He started up a habit of playing with his belly when bored, burping and farting. He became an unapologetic fatso and grew to love it. People’s disgusted stares gave him the attention he craved, and hey you know what they say, any publicity is good publicity.

His fat settled mostly in his middle section, belly and tits. Not to say that the rest of his body was spared, but truly his gut became impressive if not almost inconvenient at times. Such as reaching across the table to stuff his face. Osomatsu in adition to growing in size, grew rather bossy especially with his family. He can frequently be seen demanding his brothers feed him (usually Choromatsu, poor guy hid his fetish poorly) so he can sit back on his plush rump and be lazy. His breasts he’s found are fun to play with, shooting sparks of pleasure through him when pinched and prodded. Other than that, he doesn’t really get off on being fat, not like Karamatsu or Choromatsu. He just likes how his newfound size makes it easier to bully his brothers.

[latranthropy]

I'm v much a service switch, but it feels uncreative to say "I'd do whatever you wanted," even if it Is true. Top of mind for me currently though is that I'd collar you, I'd bake you a bunch of delicious treats, and I'd use them as training rewards to make you do tricks! If I play my cards right, with enough time, with enough feeding and training and reinforcement, you'll be big and plush and happy and obedient! My goal is to go until you get too fat and need the next collar size up, that'll be my marker for progress~ -@wolfgirlknot

BIYHQEGBUIAQENBUIQUHINUIBQG UO QEGUOQE G

HELLO BRAINMELTING OKAY

petplay AND feeding/wg??? fuck like. oughhhhhh that's just so awesome and makes me feel so euphoric and horny at the same time thinking about ittttttt please make me your biggg plush pup 😵‍💫

[peachesperfume]

1, 2, 3 for the ask game?

1) I really enjoy over exaggerated sizes of bellies more than normal sizes, it's more fun to draw for me but I do enjoy a more realistic size from time to time.

2) Big, Soft, and Squishy. I don't hate tight or taut bellies but it looks way more satisfying to me if it's soft and plush looking even if its completely full and supposed to be taut.

3) I love fantasy more than realistic scenarios mainly because fantasy scenarios allow for more rapid or instant types of wg which are my favorite.

[welligogsclothing]

Ascot Azul Fitted Jacket

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[pudgecuddles]

Proof Of Concept: Mad Science

[It's been a really weird week so what better way to cope than to check in on your magnum opus again? lol]

Namjoon Breast Growth & WG, Jin Route:

Synopsis thus far: Namjoon works for Jin’s company where he was accidentally exposed to a chemical that, unbeknownst to Namjoon, causes breast growth and weight gain. He decides to call Jin for help only for his boss to take him deeper into the facility…

-

The elevator opened up to a mostly empty, blue walled hallway. Too dizzy to turn his head left or right, all Namjoon could immediately see was a handful of unlabeled metal doors. Interestingly, there were no door handles or visible card scanners to be found. Still helping Namjoon stay upright, Dr. Kim promptly walked them both to the closest door. As the doctor drew near, Namjoon heard a cheerful beep and the door slid open. Proximity sensors? “Here we go, Namjoon-ssi.” Dr. Kim led him to an actually very comfortable, if not pretty large, hospital cot. It was soft and smelt freshly washed. Namjoon flopped backwards in relief. Even with his eyes closed, his head was spinning. “Oh man… Thank you Dr. Kim.” Namjoon sighed. “A minute longer and I think I would have puked.” “It's the least I can do.” Dr. Kim’s voice came from the other side of the bed-like cot. “We want to make sure you’re comfortable during your stay here.” “Oh! You don’t need to worry about that.” Namjoon quickly assures. “I swear, I’ll be out of your hair and back to work as soon as my symptoms improve. I wouldn’t want to trouble you for longer than necessary.” “Hmm,” Dr. Kim didn’t pause in whatever he was fiddling with outside of Namjoon’s vision, “And how are you feeling right now, Namjoon-ssi?” The older man asked, brushing off what his new patient had just said. “Umm…” Namjoon took a second to give himself a small check up, “I’m really dizzy; vertigo, nausea, fever possibly? I’m pretty sweaty and uh- a bit bloated.” Glancing down at his middle, Namjoon saw an puffy bump where a flat stomach should've been. Dr. Kim looked over at that. “Yes, that all lines up. It’s been around 20 minutes after the exposure, are you sure you don’t feel anything else? Just nauseous?” “I really do-” A loud gurgle from Namjoon’s stomach cuts him off. “Oh! Oh god, I am so hungry.” A sudden rush of hunger overtakes Namjoon. “Good, good. That’s typical.” Dr. Kim smiles, reaching down to palpate Namjoon’s belly. His fingers pressed and prodded against the surprisingly soft flesh of his new tummy. “Yes. It seems to be coming long nicely.” Dr. Kim commented, giving Namjoon’s now plush belly a condescending pat, watching it barely wobble. “I-I’m sorry, Dr. Kim, but I don’t understand…” Namjoon whispered. “What’s happening to me?” “Let’s get an IV in you.” Dr. Kim ignored him. “The hunger indicates that your body is asking for nutrients.” “An IV? Can’t I just eat something?” Okay, so he wasn’t going to be getting much information out of the director. Namjoon understood that their client’s serums were supposed to be the private equivalent of state secrets. Of course he wouldn’t be allowed to know what they did… That was what’s happening, right? Dr. Kim began prepping an IV line, pulling out a bag of clear liquid. “Nil per os. Nothing by mouth, young man. Solid food could choke you if you ate too fast. We can’t compromise the process.” Process... Namjoon gulped, half out of nerves, half to swallow down the saliva produced from thinking about food.

“Y-you said no solid food, right? So, something like a protein shake or- or mashed potatoes would be okay then?” Dr. Kim paused, a thoughtful look forming on his face. “I can try it.” He assented, starting to put away the IV. “I’ll have to hook you up with a feeding tube, though. You wont be able to talk.” Any panic Namjoon felt at the thought of being muted for who knows how long they’ll have him hooked up, was washed away by another painful wave of hunger. “Ngh! I don’t care, Doctor! I just need it in me! Please I’m so hungry!” An intense, but unreadable expression appeared on Dr. Kim’s face. “Again.” Namjoon whined, “What?” “Ask me again.” “I’m hungry, Doctor. P-please give me the tube…” Namjoon teared up. The pain was getting worse. Dr. Kim harshly pinched a perky, hardened nipple, eliciting a cut off moan. “You will refer to me as, Sir. Understand?” Namjoon could taste bile in the back of his throat, but he was desperate at this point. “Sir! Please, I need the tube! I’m starving!” Dr. Kim chuckled mockingly, “Starving? With all of this hanging off of you?” He slapped Namjoon’s plush tummy. “Sure, I’ll play along. Here, open wide and don’t choke. We’ll try this without anesthesia first. I don’t want to add another variable to the experiment.” Namjoon’s mouth opened wide, eager to be filled up. The tube slid down impossibly easy, as if Namjoon’s gag reflex had been turned off for the day. The vague feeling of the rubber hitting his stomach was uncomfortable, but the younger man didn’t choke. Dr. Kim moved over to the other side of the actually quite large room. What Namjoon had originally thought was an exit turned out to be double doors to a large walk in refrigerator. Bags of clear fluid, blood, and plasma hung in organized rows. Dr. Kim ignored those however, instead reaching into a plastic bin. The doctor shuffled back over, a massive vacuum sealed bag of beigeish paste craddled in both arms. The thing was huge; four, maybe five liters of the stuff sloshed thickly with every step. Plopping it down on a metal table with a huff, Dr. Kim shook out his arms. “Oh, I have got to get a cart with wheels.” Namjoon absently tongued the bottom of the cold, smooth tube. Dr. Kim pulled the bag closer to the large, metal machine stood behind Namjoon’s bed, out of sight. After what sounded like metal creaking and plastic tearing, Namjoon felt the tube vibrate lightly. Sadly, he couldn’t taste the paste being pumped into him, but Namjoon could definitely feel it settling in his stomach. Finally, Namjoon moaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Feels so good... Dr. Kim smiled as Namjoon’s belly began to bloat outwards, the younger man’s eyes barely open. “Enjoying yourself there, Joon-ah?” The nickname sounded belittling coming out of the doctor’s mouth. Namjoon just hummed, suckling needlessly at the rubber between his plump lips.

-

It’s been a while since I’ve worked on this interactive story, and I’m not even sure if anyone would be interested in it at this point ^_^;

I still desperately want to finish it some day, hopefully before BTS finishes their military service… It’s just hard to find kinky motivation when you’re incapable of feeling arousal in any sense of the word.

Let me know if anyone would even still be interested in reading this!

It will contain 4 routes, 15 branches and 30 endings with a hopeful update for a 5th route featuring JK in the future. I would honestly consider this my most intensive project to date.

Happy to get out this little preview at least!

[hazbincalifornia]

Chaggie wg brainrot has fully set in. Vaggie hugging Charlie around her chubby middle one night & saying “*This* is how much I love you,” and Charlie laughs and teases “Only this much?” Which encourages Vaggie to lean more into indulging Charlie’s sweet tooth & appetite more actively, and Charlie’s more than happy to be pampered and fed, wined and dined, exploring the kink deeper with her lover; love measured in swallowed spoonfuls of ice cream, in buttons that will no longer button up (1/2)

As the months go past Charlie grows fatter and rounder (maybe as round as she’s tall?). Eventually Vaggie’s fingers barely (if even) touch when she hugs Charlie’s middle, even with her arms sinking into her girlfriend’s girthy plushness. And as they cuddle in bed one night Vaggie whispers “*This* is how much I love you,” again and Charlie, feeling comfy and the right size, beams, squeezes Vaggie’s also-getting-chubbier middle, and whispers back “I’m gonna love you just as much” (2/2)

Aaaaa 'I love you this much' with fat/wg stuff is peak, and that promise at the end that she'll make sure Vaggie's shown just as much pampering and care if she'd like it in return is perfect. They'll hopefully have all of eternity to figure out their favorite size and just enjoy themselves.

[windmill-ghost]

RIGHT when I swear off plush collecting, Fangamer releases the Mettaton.

[wh0lemilk0vich]

Things I like to write

FANTASY GENRE CROSSOVERS (folklore, monsters, Witcherverse, Grishaverse, HP, Magicians, GoT, HotD, etc)

Genre scenarios (john Hughes highschool stuff, slice of life, horror, etc)

Anything general chubby kink

Fat characters finding love

Fat characters feeling valued and sexy and appreciated

All over weight gain (not necessarily active gaining)

Unintentional/ambivalent wg

Weight gain as feminization

Size/body type contrast

Soft/curvy/plush fat cis male and transfem hc characters

Bullying/mild degradation scenes

BDSM (force feeding, bondage, Brat taming, rough play)

Gallavich, Steddie, Steddilly, Aegond, Qwelliot

Fat Mickey Milkovich+++++

Fat Steve Harrington+++++

Fat Eddie Munson++++

Fat Aegon II Targaryen+++++

Dom chaser/admirer Ian Gallagher/Aemond Targaryen/Billy Hargrove

Things I don't particularly like to write

Belly-centric weight gain

Active/intentional wg

Hard, round, ball, taut wg

Mpreg

A/B/O

Overly soft, sweet, saccharine scenarios (care taking, belly rubs, etc)

WG as masculinity, overly masculine fat characters

Mutual wg

Descriptions of fat characters or their actions being disgusting (i like degradation but in other ways)

Messy eating, slob, anything unhygienic

Transfem!Chubby!Stevie

The start of it all

Diner AU

Wardrobe Malfunction (Diner AU)

Help Me with my Apron (Diner AU)

First Bikini

If you want to float stuff by me to gauge, or ask about something for clarification, that's totally fine. I encourage it. I just kind of want to write more of what i like to write and encourage interaction about what i like to write 🥺

[toonycatuwu]

(IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ)

Okay, so I wanna be clear about what disgusting things about Tobey people said.

TW: mentions of pr*sh*p, p*dophilia, and use of the word "y*ndere"

Alright... so one of my homies gave me some info on what happened. Turns out it WASN'T from a wg discord server, but it was this.

Ok, so this is one of my old posts i lowkey forgot about until now. My dumbahh thought using the word "y*ndere" was cute and quirky, and I sincerely apologize for that. I don't really make y*ndere art or headcanons, or really anything at all about Tobey anymore at this point, definitely because of the crazy pr*sh*p shxt going around nowadays (I saw that one AWFUL post from someone else saying "tobey love and support pr*sh*ppers", and it really made me super uncomfortable.). Now I stick to just random chill and wholesome stuff, because I want to keep THAT positive side of the fandom alive.

Now, because I realized I was being a cringy and insensitive mf back then, I deleted all posts and reblogs involving the word "y*ndere" because I don't want anyone new to feel uncomfortable when scrolling through my blog.

However, THESE people...

reblogged my post and made extremely questionable remarks and jokes. Honestly, I'm really ashamed of myself for letting this slide in the first place, because now that I look at it... that's when it gets wayyyy too far. However, even if this wasn't a serious remark and more of a lighthearted joke, just- where's the funny? Do you see me laughing right now??? Even if I forgave them last time, they didn't even take the situation that seriously. Now look at this one:

How is s*xualizing a MINOR just chilling with a plush of his secret crush funny??? Damn, these people really need to realize what they're saying before they decide to reblog.

Not only that post, one of my Fanboy!Tobey blog's posts got a really disgusting reblog.

So one of my homies (wordgirlhottakes) stood up for me later and simply just went "eww" at this. That person actually knew it was disgusting af. wordgirlhottakes, if you're seeing this, thx for defending me from the nasty ahh reblog! :>

There might be some more uncomfortable and unnerving things being said about Tobey that I might even not be aware of, but if you see one, report and block them immediately.

-Toony

[pillow-priestess]

Maddie goes to STUFF-A-PLUSH!

this is a story collaboratively written by my beloved @machetheferret and I, and she was very happy to get fluffed & stuffed into the big plushie body she deserves <3

5500 words of wish fulfillment, plushsuitification, stuffing with stuffing, and lovely soft comfort in a place you can be your truest self!

you can also download the PDF and read more of Mache's writing here! favorites and comments are very very much appreciated 🤍🤍🤍