azure/various small slob/gas/fat/messy shortthings

azureangelic: also he has to help cram her into her bras due to her 10/10 squish factor
anonymous: sometimes it ends in fondling
azureangelic: usually brought on by her intentionally rubbing her soft flub against him
anonymous: he tries to push one of her boobs into her bra but she takes his hand and makes it squeeze one of them and then it ends up with her on top of him and him fondling and squishing her oversized boobs and belly
azureangelic: he could probably at least partially use her as a big warm squishy bed
anonymous: or a blanket
azureangelic: she has enough body heat for two of them
azureangelic: sure she probably snores a bit but it just makes her jiggle pleasantly atop him
anonymous: omg thats hot...
azureangelic: plus he cant hear her since her big thick sausage arms are cuddling his head and his ears are muffled by her bosom's embrace on his face
anonymous: he cant help squishing her a little too
azureangelic: just sort of grapping her billowing plushness and sliding his hands between her thick overlapping belly rolls and lovehandles and failing to fully wrap his arms around her meaty torso as her straining bra dig sinto her side and backfat and she murmurs happily in her sleep

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azureangelic: as soon as she spreads her chunky thunder thighs the monstrous fart manages to excape her veritable blimp of a body, hot air gushing from behind her in a wet, trumpeting, blaring cacophony of flatulence that leaves even yuki utterly stunned, yuno herself lolling her mouth open to gasp and moan from the overwhelming sense of relief and the way her plump ass wobbles and shakes violently from the force of her expulsion; her entire body vibrates as it drags on and on, belly deflating ever-so-slightly from the constant stream of foul wind escaping its taut, hot, humid depths, and as it finally peters out with a wet blart the entire room is significant more humid, yuno herself is left panting happily and lying on her water bed of a belly as best she can, and yuki is unable to do much other than vaguely acknowledge the single hardest boner he had ever have fighting to escape his pants

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azureangelic: anyway hiatus is over so maybe i can actually be arsed to remember to come on and try to derail whatever conversation hsg is having in favor of describing and discussing remarkably overweight aradia lying on dave's couch in sticky skintight tank tops and uncomfortably tight booty shorts halfheartedly whining about the heat and inadvertently filling the room with her sweaty humid funk
anonymous: sounds GOOD
azureangelic: emptying his cache of apple juice to tyr and stay hydrated and then whining when her tank top refuses to stay down and cover her visibly larger sweat-slick sloshing belly full of cool fluid
anonymous: >Remarkably overweight Aradia
anonymous: Why yes, yes I do like this
anonymous: Bonus points if he starts giving her hard cider to prevent her whining
azureangelic: it stops her whining sure but then she just gets giggly and tipsy and starts draping herself over him, damp thighs sliding around one of his legs and heavy arms wrapping around his neck and the mild yet noticable smell of her overheating flabby bod rubbing off on him as she sloshes and sways and rubs against him in a silly inebriated stupor, all the while him stoically and unresponsively trying to figure out how to respond to the giddy, sweaty girl mussing up his ironic faded-pink tank top and filling his face with the smell of apples as she murmurs ineffectually in approximately his ear
anonymous: And of course being drunk she's just going to spill stuff all over her flabby self
anonymous: etc.
azureangelic: shes already soaking through her clothes it isnt like a missed glass of cider is going to do anything other than help cool her chest and tummy down

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azureangelic: i was going to say that is an awful lot of zelda and then i clicked the daisy :u
anonymous: two tubby princesses
azureangelic: now mash them together
anonymous: literally
anonymous: flab squishing against flab
azureangelic: scchhlllick
anonymous: there'd definitely be some of that if either could reach
azureangelic: im just picturing zelda bouncing her enormously overstuffed gurgling body up ajnd down on daisy just to annoy her
anonymous: eating up her leftovers while daisy lets them drool and spew out between bites
azureangelic: things we need more of: rotund flabby fatties who are so absolutely miserably packed full of food that their once-soft pendulously-swinging bellies are rock-solid and almost impossible to haul around by the sweaty, groaning, barely-able-to-breathe gluttons attached, nonstop gas and waste escaping both ends of their food-splattered bodies as their stomachs violently groan and heave mere centimeters away from blowing and yet the not-so-little piggy of a girl keeps trying to lap up more lost crumbs and condiments with her tongue even when she's physically incapable of swallowing anything more
anonymous: guts quivering and and stretching with each extra morsel being forced in
azureangelic: it hurts and bubbles and groans and she can't do anything to stop the hot wind blaring from her door-rending gelatinous bottom yet she's such a glutton she can't stop trying to get more down her overfilled gullet
anonymous: Said winds grow wetter as the food within her gut begins to make its way downwards, making her bottom sweaty as it turns to steaming hot waste
azureangelic: even as her body is forcibly expelling the mostly-digested mass forced into it she's already filling the space with more food, eating so fast that pockets of air are sucked down her moist gullet and only add to the indigestion within her monsterous gut

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azureangelic: also im just picturing panty ramming her barely-dressed blob-like frame into see-through, blazing down the highway at fuckthousand miles a minute, careening into the parking lot of the first take-out restaurant she finds and barging inside, using her girth to bowl over anybody between her and the cashier so she can order basically everything they have on the menu that doesnt taste like shit, "paying" the terrified cashier with a more-than-generous glimpse of her damp, bulging thighs or titanic udders before heading back to the car, ravenously devouring whatever it was she ordered, and reaching the slightly misshapen driver's seat in time to finish her "snack" and repeat the process on the next restaurant, scarfing down chinese, mexican, smoothies, pizza, sub sandwiches, greasy quadruple-stacked burgers with too much of every topping, whole tubs of ice cream and several soda machines worth of sweet fizzy elixer, forcing chuck to drive halfway through when the rapidly increasing strain on her belly forces her to devote more time to eating, until she finally reaches the last restaurant and all the running, eating and "tipping" has left her breathless, exhausted and drenched in sweat, the odor of her pits and folds enough to drive away the patrons even without the rancid gas pouring from either end of her as she noisily snarfs down the last of her most recent family meal pack and lets her stuffed, wet, protruding gut flop onto the counter with a wet schplat and a groan from the melting pot of inhumanely-combined foods boiling within, barely able to bark out orders for one of everything on the menu in-between gasps, belches and slurps, ensuing that by the time she was back in the car on the way home the resturant would be devoid of anything but fumes and sticky sweat and come the next morning the local plumber was going to have one hell of a call from the church
azureangelic: that kind of got out of hand whoops

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azureangelic: i was thinking maybe extremely sweaty and wobbly workouts intermixed with hungry
azureangelic: being committed to doing her cardio even when she has to stop every few seconds to pant and she knows she isnt losing weight and her enormous sweaty gut is bloomphing out of her damp clothes
azureangelic: to say nothing of how warm and moist she is trapped in those too-small clothes
anonymous: Sports bra struggling to contain her flabby, sweaty breasts
azureangelic: her pale skin warm and wet to the touch, odor billowing from every crevice whenever she lifts her slippery gut or plump arms
azureangelic: struggling to bend down with so much fat in the way and thankful her yoga pants are so stretchy, otherwise her heavy, odious rump would probably rip them wide open

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azureangelic: just picture being on atop of her on all fours, clad in an adorably revealing outfit fitting your status as official cowgirl, your pendulous breasts swaying beneath you unrestrained as the plump pinkette squeezes, suckles and chugs from your pert taps, your own round, heavy belly dangling low enough to squish against her own doughy shelf and allowing you to feel the way she slowly bloats up like a balloon from the sheer amount of sweet caloric fluid you're inadvertently leaking all over her round face and into her own glistening bosom, your thighs wrapping around her thick, plush lap as you resist the urge to rub yourself against her loins and add enough of your significant weight onto hers to force a sudden, milky, bubbly belch that reverberates against your meaty tit as she barely pauses her lustful guzzling long enough to release the pent-up gassiness and moans from the sensations of her sloshing belly being impacted by yours in the process of pulling you closer to her so she can be blissfully buried beneath your bulging, warm body

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azureangelic: cant go wrong with short blobbygirls~
anonymous: not at all heehee
azureangelic: the kind of girl who knows how to throw her weight around and crush people beneath that bulging, rotund, jiggling boulder of flab whenever she isnt getting what she wants
anonymous: yES
azureangelic: getting breathless and red-faced just from hauling her own bulk around but not letting that get between wobbling and jiggling to her feet only to let her megalithic bulk crash back down atop the poor soul who denied her another extravagantly caloric meal with a monumental impact of soft yet unbearably heavy flesh on flesh and the vaguely-noticable sensation of the writhing, squirming person engulfed beneath them as she ignores their muffled cries and wiggles her doorway-rending ass atop them for good measure
anonymous: mfs yes O w O
azureangelic: and of course only letting them out when she's sure they wont make the mistake of coming back empty-handed again~
anonymous: yes i don't understand why they'd come empty-handed in the first place
anonymous: it must be fun to spoil a girl of her size
azureangelic: so short it isnt hard to hand-feed her extravagant amounts of greasy, fatty food and watch her jiggle and gurgle with every swallow, tummy groaning happily as it's being refilled to bursting from the overly-generous feeder graceful enough to give the poor, starving little girl a hearty meal
anonymous: i hope her feeder is a wealthy man
anonymous: because it sounds like she needs a lot of fabric for her clothes and you know
anonymous: the most important thing you can spend money on
anonymous: food
azureangelic: of course
azureangelic: its bad enough when a hungry girl tantrums, but when that girl is almost 500 pounds of pure blubber and knows how to use each and every pound to slam people into the ground you can't take chances with leaving her unfed~

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azureangelic: thinking about cute adorable innocent fat girls with noxiously rancid heartburn and gassiness
azureangelic: and idk why
anonymous: that is the usual order of the day here
anonymous: The kind that make your burps taste like smoked ass on the way up?
azureangelic: that but with more smell to other people
azureangelic: to them in probably tastes like whatever they gorged themselves on
anonymous: That is a scary thought
anonymous: cute adorable innocent fat girls suffering with heartburn
anonymous: :(
azureangelic: the kind of belch that makes them groan and gurgle painfully and then when it comes out its massive and unstoppable and so relieving that they just sort of sigh and settle down happily afterwards

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azureangelic: in other words ive been looking at that one pic again
anonymous: continues to be cute
azureangelic: it does
azureangelic: also i agree with the artist outies can be cute too
anonymous: Agreed
anonymous: especially those brought on by a too-full belly
azureangelic: exactly
anonymous: being thumbed by a teasing feeder
azureangelic: too full and gaseous to argue
anonymous: I want to say they're lickable, but I don't know what a belly button like that'd taste like
anonymous: probably greasy
anonymous: and whatever lunches got down there
azureangelic: belly licking is never a bad thing
anonymous: well
anonymous: unless you hit lint
anonymous: That's why you should always clean out the debris with a finger first, before you eat out someone's navel
azureangelic: well how are you supposed to kiss her on the lips when shes so volatile and gassy
anonymous: You could always just suck a bit on the bottom one, but that's not really a kiss
azureangelic: true
azureangelic: you still get that toxic belching in your face
azureangelic: though whether or not thats bad varies
anonymous: It puts your nose right into the danger zone
azureangelic: only solution is to get behind her and heimlich the gas out
anonymous: That seems like it'd carry its own risks
anonymous: One false move, and bam
anonymous: Your crotch smells like a blistering bowelnado for god knows how long
anonymous: Bowelnado...?
anonymous: Bowelstrom?
azureangelic: to be fair everything smells like that around her
azureangelic: she really needs to learn to check the expiration date on the food shes stuffing down her gullet
azureangelic: leaning back on the countertop and pressing a fist to her fatty chest to heave and groan, eventually squeezing out a sour, tangy, massive belch from the depths of her damp gullet with enough toxicity to leave her shuddering at the secondhand stench

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azureangelic: just sitting on your colossal ass with your pillar-like legs spread as far apart as they can go, gurgling food-filled belly so enormous it almost squishes against the ground as you sit and eat, massive flabby arms too big to be moved very far and only useful for receiving massages and serving as makeshift pillows for the armada of helpers needed to keep you nourished and pampered, two permanently tasked with holding up one gigantic tit each and massaging, squeezing and suckling the bloated orbs to ease the milky pressure constantly building up, four or five other servants kneading and groping your blobby overhanging shelf of gut and the multitude of massive rolls and crevices it forms whenever it isn't full to bursting, three that take turns crawling beneath the fleshy prison formed by your underbelly and inner thighs to keep you pleasured with their squirming bodies, several on either side of your ass massaging and kneading the huge cheeks and making sure any gas building up in your nearly-immobile gut can escape in tandem with those rubbing and thumping your backfat and shoulders, the rest of the helpers doing whatever else they can from rubbing your fat feet sticking out from your bulging legs to keeping your quadruple-chinned face clean of any missed food, and of course funnelling an endless supply of juicy meat and fattening sweets into your greedy maw any time you show signs of not being full to bursting~

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anonymous: Oh my god ok so for the past week i keep having fantasies about the anarchy and demon sisters switching counterparts (panty and kneesocks, stocking and scanty) scanty and stocking actually get along well reluctantly but i keep thinking about gross slobby gassy stuffed panty and eventually kneesocks hatefucking her. Save me
azureangelic: pfft
azureangelic: shed probably do it just to piss kneesocks off :v
anonymous: Well yes that's mostly why
azureangelic: well that and shes just a slobby bitch anyway oops
azureangelic: but yes this is good
anonymous: Kneesocks goes on this lecture of how FOUL she is being and panty just rips this gigantic belch, cutting her off and gives her this uninterested glance
azureangelic: lounging on the couch in an old bra and panties with her grease and sauce covered belly hanging off the side, giving a gurgling yawn at the demon's enraged sputtering and using one hand to idly scratch her hip while the other rams another lukewarm hunk of pizza into her mouth and drums on her audibly swollen tummy as it takes in the additional mass
anonymous: Kneesocks keeps angrily rambling about her repulsiveness and shamelessness, and how poor her diet is and her disgusting lack of manners and morals, yet she can't quite keep her eyes off pantys huge belly, which she is both enticed and repulsed by
azureangelic: and panty just replies by rolling herself onto her back, crossing her arms behind her head and flipping kneesocks off, telling her she does nothing but bitch and moan and that if she had a problem with it she can just fuck off because she's perfectly happy, cocking an eye open at the incensed blunette and pausing mid-sentence to shamelessly squeeze out a rumbling, unbloackaded fart from her visibly warm and sweaty lower half, grinning snidely at the way her "guest" coughed and choked on the greasy odor and taking a swig of coke in celebration of her latest addition to the relatively dense aura of immodest slobbiness exuding from her pale bloated figure and the food-stained couch she had claimed as her gorging territory
azureangelic: anonymous: THATS HOT OHHMYG OD
azureangelic: when kneesocks moves to snatch the bubbly plastic cup of watered-down take-out soda from her grasp she only ends up popping the top off, some (but not all) of the fizzy liquid splashing onto the gluttonous angel's already skintight and foodstained bra and trickling down to coat her messy food baby, the indignant blonde staring at her in lethargic fury momentarily before grabbing kneesocks by the collar and ramming her into her chest with a belched expletive, grinning as the redder of the two ladies flailed and sputtered with her face buried between panty's sweat, food and drink soaked mammaries and only letting her go when she was certain her face and bangs has been throughly mussed up by the exposure to her clammy body, watching her cough and sputter and blindly wipe her face with an expression of wild disgust and promising her the next time she tries to fuck with her food she'll have her face buried in the slobby girl's slowly-widening ass, slapping her bare hip and grunting out a less potent yet still clearly audible phhllrrrrrt for emphasis
anonymous: Panty farting on kneesocks's face haha um /)///(\ I'm not all that into the sweat tho
azureangelic: shed probably do it too, waiting until the next day when she demoness had forgotten about their argument and waddling into the kitchen clad in nothing but worn-out undergarments, bare tits and potbelly bouncing with every step as she found kneesocks impatiently waiting for her coffee; as she moved closer to the "polite" girl she'd notice her guest automatically moving away with a muted expression of disgust and let a devilish smirk cross her face, slowly inching closer to the other girl as she drummed her fingers on the countertop before licking her lips, leaning over slightly, lifting one not-so-slender leg and releasing the entire night's worth of pent-up flatulence, a single droning, quaking fart wetly pouring from her pert ass as she lolled her tongue out at the sensations and unloaded her still slightly aching gut's airy contents towards the partially-unsuspecting girl; by the time the rumbling blast ended she'd give a deep sigh and grin snarkily at her "friend", said girl now halfway across the kitchen, red(der) faced, eyes wide and hands clasped over her face, telling her how ~amazing~ it was to finally get it out of her system and remarking that kneesocks should be more considerate about letting her eat her weight in downtown takeout the next time they're spending time together
anonymous: HHHHHHHH
azureangelic: itd probably be worse trying to sleep in the same room as the gluttonous slob, panty far too heavy a sleeper to regulate her own gassiness in the middle of the night and leaving the frustrated kneesocks to struggle to fall asleep in the hot, humid room, constant gurgling and squelching of panty's overfilled and abused digestive system only made worse by the way her guts would blorp and rumble ominously before the nude, sprawled-out girl unconsciously ripped ass without a care in the world, moaning happily to herself in her sleep as she stank up the entire bedroom and left kneesocks to try to manage by herself amidst the wet flatulence and creeping, unmistakable scent

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azureangelic: but why would you not have unreal amounts of boners over enormously mountainous boys, especially the ones who cause the bed to creak beneath them as they suck and lick their chubby finger of the last of the messy chocolate and cream covering it, the remnants of their 12-box, 144-piece "snack" of delicious messy overstuffed pastries coating one hand as the other tenderly runs over their huge bare pastry-stuffed lap-filling belly and they squirm and moan happily at their own fullness and enormity
azureangelic: if anything the boners should be amplified by how huge said boy is considering the shivers running down his spine as he leans back and gropes himself, both hands aimlessly wandering his veritable expanse of smooth soft pale fat from his doughy moobs to the sides of his underwear-straining thunder thighs that he can barely reach with his tummy in the way, said tummy so absolutely packed with fattening creamy puffy pastries that the entire warm mass is itself swollen and tingling pleasantly
azureangelic: which wouldnt be a bad thing mind you since the only response to such absolute fullness would be a twinge of sadness that there werent any of the little chocolate pastries left, though itd quickly be forgotten as he hiccuped and leaned back next to the pile of boxes and wrappers and rubbing his meaty thighs together from the way his puffy jumbo-sized cream-stuffed belly pressed down on his nethers and reminded him of just how much of a gigantic "little" piggy he was, to his delight and arousal
azureangelic: the point im trying to make is you should keep having boners over fat boys its pretty great

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azureangelic: something something gluttonous ladies so massively thick and heavy every waddling step causes her several-hundred-pound frame to slosh and sway, as she polishes off the last super greasy condiment-covered snack of a half-pound quadruple-stacked hamburger and ignore the dribbling remnants coating her round face and doughy chest in favor of pressing both hands to either side of her huge, taut, doughy, unbearably food-laden guts and squeezing the massive blob of shirt-escaping belt-busting belly to feel the pressure and weight of her multi-course meal's gassily grumbling aftermath squelch and churn deep beneath the layers of blubber making up her astronomically plus-sized midriffs and her rapidly-filling lower digestive tract groan and ache with the soon-to-be-released torrent of smelly beef-fueled flatulence struggling to noisily escape her hanging shelf of an ass and send her wide cheeks wetly slapping and spluttering together from both the potency and quantity of her fumes and the natural sound-enhancing moistness of her searing-hot sweaty bottom

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azureangelic: fuck you guys its 11:30 i want to sleep but now i want to stay up and annoy people by talking about the fact that every day touko spends in a sprawling metropolis is another day spent living off some of the least diet-friendly cuisine imaginable and the predictable yet still entertaining effects it has on her, as she slowly transitions from a rail-thin lithe spunky go-getter to a steadily-widening chubby blub of a girl, starting with some extra jiggle in her perpetually-exposed thighs and her soft middle peeking out from beneath her tight shirt, traversing into "concerningly thick" territory as her fledgling tummy becomes a veritable spare tire that bulging out omnipresently from her too-small clothes and her ass develops a doughy shelf that strains her short-shorts and leaves her panties visibly digging into her deepening butt, and eventually reaches critical fatty mass when her not-so-white shirt becomes little more than a temporary holster for her swaying, slightly sagging bust, the armholes of her denim vest are stretched and ripped from having the colossal pillowy hams she calls arms forced through them daily, her belly is a double-tiered apron of gelatinous cellulite that gurgles noisily with the slightest greasy morsel dumped into it, her thick, meaty, dimpled thighs lose any hope they had of separating as she stood in line at the understocked restaurants of the food courts, and everyone un(?)fortunate enough to be stuck in line behind her had no choice but to ogle the massive, horizontally-spreading barely-restrained cavalcade of ripe, plush, pale girl ass rounding out her alarming porcine figure by stretching her wardrobe's lower half to its limits, forcing her short-shorts to act as the panties she long since discarded and sink into her blubbery waist and vanish beneath her thighs, gut and ass, and adding a definite sway to her gait that typically lead to several objects and bystanders being knocked off-balance by the colossal, jiggling, pants-engulfingly jello-y, chair-crushingly heavy load of junk in the unrepentantly gluttonous young girl's trunk
anonymous: I sometimes don't know how to feel, I'm realistic enough to say that if I could have her in a heartbeat I'd do anything, but know that can't happen and just want to meet someone similar and bring light into their life and ma-
azureangelic leans away from the keyboard to breathe
anonymous slowly begins clapping
anonymous: Was I talking about emotions or some shit like an asshole again? Sorry, all the blood in my brain is back in my penis where it belongs, we're safe.
azureangelic: maybe someday ill learn how to communicate in forms that arent run-on sentences
azureangelic: i doubt it though
anonymous: Fat Touko, -500 to my ability to criticize in any form.
anonymous: i'm also going to bed
anonymous: good night
azureangelic: for bonus points contemplate the fact that she refused to buy new clothes during all this and thus the same pair of short shorts that clung tightly to her hips when she was not a blobbyblub are the same pair barely able to wrap around her ass and instead form a delicate, straining thong, exposing the entirety of her lower half save for a sliver of asscrack and making it all too easy for that huge, soft, pale expanse of blubber to accidentally or not-so-accidentally pound a haplessly smaller trainer into the thankfully-cushiony grass after he made the mistake of trying to fight her elite team of level 70 megamons with two pidoves
azureangelic: rip eternal sixteen-year-old guy with two pidoves, he died as he lived; learning that fat girls are actually denser than they look

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anonymous: thinkin: plump viridi
azureangelic: concept: shortstack megafatty viridi being a complete pig and making a mess of everything whenever she eats so much as a small meal as opposed to tall extremely full-figured thunder-thigh milk-bosom palutena being her quasi-opposite in that while she regularly cleans entire angelic buffet lines and has no qualms whatsoever to letting her extremely round figure hang out and fluster her servants she at least tries not to be the overly belchy, entirely unapologetic food-covered whirlwind of gluttony and shamelessness viridi is, to varying degrees of success and accidental moments of mind-bogglingly unladylike release that she never quite seems to mind despite constantly chastising the smaller goddess for being a one-girl food-into-mess converter
azureangelic: together they fight crime as well as fight over pit who is just generally tubby and cute and confused as to why he has two extremely voluptuous goddesses fawning over him and trying to get him to succumb to their individual brand of hedonistically gluttonous lifestyling
azureangelic: this probably isnt canon but i forgot what canon was after doing slobviridi and fattytena for so long whoops
anonymous: it's a pretty good canon though
azureangelic: both ladies are appealing in their own way
anonymous: you got the cute but super slobby short girl who'll glad put a greasy, sweaty arm around you and belch in your face while laughing leaving it covered in spit and bits of food that she'll then lick off because damn she's not gonna let anything go to waste
anonymous: and the motherly mother-hippo-sized woman who you can't help but give your fifth attempt at getting your own plate of food because damn is she hungry and like hell if you can resist her level of kindness and politeness despite practically exuding stench
azureangelic: the former an excellent if somewhat damp cushion that forces its way into your hands and demands to be groped, rubbed and generally pampered with more and more food lest she crush you beneath her colossal ass like an ant, the latter a more dignified yet still blatantly gluttonous lady who never quite comes close to apologizing for becoming the centrepiece of the not-so-small private dinner nor for the thick shroud of motherly warmth and odor surrounding her comparatively-titanic frame, towering over pit and giving him a faceful of deep, slick cleavage and huge, round, doughy yet firm fully exposed belly apron, gurgling deeply with every rumbling belch escaping her round, food-covered face and practically begging to be caressed and kneaded of its own accord (not that the woman attached would probably mind)
anonymous: for palutena such grabbing and massaging would be warm and soothing
anonymous: for someone like viridi who keeps their gut constantly packed to full, probably pleasurable in a slightly painful sort of way
azureangelic: it also helps that they're probably sporting wildly different shapes, virid a blobby mass of gurgly belly and grabby hands that overflows all the but most luxurious seats and presses against pit like a sweaty, gaseous boulder of a girl, with a full, food-stained chest and a quadruple-sized ass capable of almost engulfing pit's comparatively mild level of tubbiness, whereas palutena is a towering beacon of soft, plush, pale curves and bulges, easily capable of being used a bed by her chubby little angel and with an appetite and shamelessness to match the body of a divinely piggish goddess who long since became too fat to reliably wear anything more than robes that couldnt even begin to conceal her massively heavy gut, let alone the rest of her triple-deluxe-sized assets
azureangelic: im not entirely sure why im abruptly fixated on viridi being the more sterotypical blobbyblub sweatyfat and palutena being best described as amazonian except absurdly fat and just as piggy and gassy when she isnt afraid to let it all out but i am so no regrets

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azureangelic: the joke is that princess daisy is the one who lies around in sweat-soaked tracksuits and short shorts like a massive greasy flub-puddle of lightly tanned womanly mass on her throne in the desert and its totally expected of someone who lives in a climate known for being too inhospitable to be ever mentioned again in the entire series, whereas princess peach is a delicate of body and mind, innocently sweet girl with an extreme fondness for baking and presumably eating entire cakes, and thus in this scenario can easily be reinterpreted as also having an unhealthy tendency to sample the most virulently explosive local cuisine imaginable, gorging herself on sticky syrupy messes and sloppy spicy dishes and dumping entire plates of literally explosives-grade barely-food down her gullet whenever she isnt being scrutinized by an armada of polite fungal creatures, only to very slowly and lethargically waddle back to her personal keep, stomach bulging and firmly packed with as much as she could handle ramming into the taut, aching mass and enormous cheeks clenched firmly to keep from ruining her polite and friendly if alarmingly rotund demeanour, only to make it back to her room just in time to lock the door, shed her dress and utterly destroy her newest pair of massive frilly pale-pink quadruple-wide-ass-covered panties with the sort of gastrointestinal, gaseous natural disasters usually reserved for 4-player wario-only brawl matches, lying on her back on her bed and gripping her massive gut in both hands and blasting enormous hurricanes of searing-hot, almost visibly blazing gas from both ends of her body until she's left a sore-bottomed, wet-faced, hot and sweaty and exhausted mess amidst an almost-smouldering decadent bedroom and a one-woman heatwave

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anonymous: In Paper Mario it was pretty clear that Peach's every waking moment was an epic struggle to resist her will for sweets when enough sugar and flour to provide for many a royal banquet was at her disposal, herself being quite clearly of able body to cook as she does so many times in one sub-chapter. Not to mention it's quite clear that Peach's royal presence can once in a while gain dominance over her own captor to some extent, and well, are you going to let your captive, the only thing keeping your mortal foe motivated to keep bashing himself head-first into shit and leap through hoops to get to you rather than going brooklyn-style on your ass and running you down when he gets to you? Not to mention Peach is only the key to roughly eighteen macguffins, and her voice is crucial to most of them, so keeping her happy and compliant is ALWAYS relevant to him. The fact that her castle is still floating and not re-grounded beneath her foundation-encompassing bulk would only be attributable to the fact that even a fifty-tonne immobile girl made of paper is still rather light.
azureangelic: also i know huge stuffed greasy messy chunkyslobs are wonderful but re: nintendo princesses i still have an undeniable weakness for fat peach being less a flabby blubbery mass of rolls and dimples and more of an extremely shapely and soft lardass, every pound on her frame decadently soft and plush and her complexion almost flawlessly smooth and supple no matter how many inches are packed onto her frame, the apron of her belly forming two huge thick jelly rolls each warm and soft and almost gelatinous as it overflows her lap and squishes heavily on her huge, thick, practically celluliteless and incredibly well-lotioned and moisturised thunder thighs whenever she wasnt standing straight up and concealing the front of her delicate and royally lacy yet clearly gargantuan panties despite the way her massively overgrown bubble butt spread out to either side and gave her a delicately formed pear-esque figure only broken up by the bulges and rolls formed by her overly long leggings squeezing her gratuitous legmeat in tandem with the shoulder-length armgloves lightly pinching her thick blobby upper arms and the shapely cradle of her enormous pale-pink bra as it held her fatty water-balloon breasts up and emphasised her gluttony-born overly stacked figure, pillowy bust atop massive double-tier belly atop huge warm thick thighs and an ass that could comfortably smother a grown man
anonymous: I'm drooling
azureangelic: she is as deliciously juicy and mouthwateringly succulent as the cakes she habitually stuffs herself with and just as huge and plump and lingerie-overflowingly thick as the rising dough almost permanantly found in the several castle ovens
anonymous: Royalty of a nation named after food really has to look the part, after all.
azureangelic: her bottom could probably pass for a pair of unbelieveably ripened panty-clad peaches if it werent for the way they sway and wobble and bounce with even the tiniest movement, or how they squish and meld over anything she sits on or ripple throughout her fatty back and thighs at the slightest impacts
anonymous: Someone tell me I'm not the only one being a cliche'-ass-motherfucker and thinking about what Peach Bomber would look like at this size, come on, EVERYONE has at some point.
azureangelic: if she was still in her dress probably like being hit by a warm cannonball, given that sort of tightly-shaped attire can only co-exist with a massively blubby figure like that if its compressing her chub into form, meaty mass and probably cut low enough to give her overflowing cleavage room to let the poor girl breathe
azureangelic: but if she was for whatever reason fighting in her panties just imagine a massive thick heavy slap of soft succulent girlmeat on flesh and the entirety of a multi-hundred-pound woman's blobby bod quaking and rippling and wobbling like a huge doughy blimp full of jello and cake
anonymous: The lovely thing about her though is that she's not built to handle or "rebound" from a weight gain in the slightest. She'd either take it in stride and flaunt it like a good thing or have a meltdown and enter a vicious cycle of trying to compensate for how awful her situation was by eating even more comfort food than usual, no doubt perpetuating until she reached acceptance.
azureangelic: either way shed probably have to show up to the next smash bros in a recut variant of her sports game attire just to have any semblance of mobility, most likely involving superlight, superthin fabrics that are nevertheless clingy enough on her pillowy mounds to show off her strained lingerie through the tight fabric as well as some adjustments to her top to let that huge belly hang free and contribute to the more weighty forms of princessy battle techniques
azureangelic: even if she can float a girl that fats going to make an impact when she eventually does come back down :V
anonymous: Relatively speaking it'd be a damn lot of exercise for a woman who's only training since the last tournament was seeing how many pastries her throat could force down at once, but more than that it'd be an exercise in learning to not just accept her size, but to make it a part of her in mind as much as it was in body, and hot damn would fat be within her in body. In a few years no doubt her ability to not only cope with her fat but use it to her advantage...well, such an incredibly popular, noble woman like that, featured in countless crossovers all over the world...it'd practically be viral.
anonymous: meanwhile daisy's farting (literally) about in her castle getting mad because she was being a big blubbery mess before it was cool
anonymous: Imagining that is how I cope with seeing every game and seeing that Daisy isn't in it.
anonymous: Stomping up or down steps (not up AND down because oh my god this palace needs an elevator) as the sides of her belly brush against the banister and wall, into her private bedchambers with a tub of ice cream and flopping into bed in front of a tv and box fans, all to keep one woman cool. Not to forget removing shirt and shorts she was wearing and being left in nothing but tight, strained bikiniwear since the royal pool was closed for cleaning. But boy does it feel good as scoop after scoop of chocolate peanut butter passes her lips and into her boiling cauldron of a gut, cream dripping and soothing peanut butter-colored tanned flab so much to make her shiver and quake.
anonymous: Honestly, by then any attempts at maintaining an operational cooling system for the entirety of the castle would have been abandoned. The natural desert climate was one thing, sure, but mixing that with the perpetuated stream of gas from the pouty, plump princess? Visitors would wonder if the heat radiating over the land was from the sun or from her steaming-hot ring which is just as overworked in its tasks of keeping her comfortable as her royal subjects, spraying impossible quantities of gas and perspiration until heat and moisture made the castle have to hire a snifit workforce just to keep from her subjects from passing out in the midst of their duties to her. Of course, it's one thing to deal with the miasma that has filled and begun seeping over the entire kingdom, it's another thing to be the brave (read: damned) soul to have to awaken the girl in the morning or just between any major meals (allowing her to miss just one brings on a series of execution threats) would have to pry open her door and be hit full-force with the accumulated stench and heat every part of her body had generated, the sandstone architecture not built for ventilation in the slightest the air conditioning doing little more than helping to mix about the many unique aromas her body produced into one signature smell, the kind that'd obliterate the senses of anyone who hadn't spend the last few years stewing in and adjusting to it.

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anonymous: Oh also, here's the original version of that pic I put up yesterday
anonymous: Possibly
anonymous: You can possibly see where certain elements were modified
anonymous: the farting ahegao
anonymous: SPLUNK SPLOSH :>
anonymous: Chie plays Spelunky
anonymous: oh i didn't notice the toilets
anonymous: lol
azureangelic: well all that meat has to go somewhere
anonymous: Yeah, Chie's toilet is kinda hidden from public view
anonymous: may explain the ahegao
azureangelic: probably for the best all things considered
anonymous: Definitely more splatter
anonymous: Plus Chie seems kinda turned on
anonymous: she'd left it pretty close
azureangelic: the relief is palpable
anonymous: clearly unwilling to tear herself away from the buffet until the last moment
azureangelic: being in such a packed room with such a packed gut would explain all the sweatiness
azureangelic: though thats probably just her being a lardass
anonymous: I mean the other version made me think she was saying "Hey Yu, come jam it into my navel"
anonymous: All of my boners
anonymous: this...might actually be the same thing albeit with one party less eager than the other
anonymous: Fuuka can just awkwardly watch I guess
anonymous: Is it just me or are those toilets starting to crack
anonymous: They weren't constructed for this kind of punishment
azureangelic: they werent meant to hold uanonymousuch weight
anonymous: SHE CANNAE TAKE MUCH MORE O' THIS CAPTAIN
anonymous: Chie wishing fervently they were portable
anonymous: although she'll probably carry it out of the bathroom with her when she leaves anyway
azureangelic: good luck fitting into a portapotty though
anonymous: flip it onto its back and she can still make use of it I guess?
azureangelic: hm
azureangelic: also great now my mind is full of greasy sweaty girls needing physical belly pressure to fully relieve themselves and probably overflowing the cracking toilet in the process
azureangelic: which is basically that pic but still
anonymous: pressure which may or may not apparently involve navel bonking
anonymous: pelvis slamming against belly with wet slapping
anonymous: but not the only two things in the room slapping wetly together
azureangelic: so moist and damp you dont even need lubrication
azureangelic: and deep enough to let her partners shaft be surrounded by her groaning, gurgling, grimy flesh
anonymous: every thrust resulting in an outpouring of gas from some end or another
anonymous: or both at once
anonymous: how are we not writers yet
anonymous: the world is not ready
azureangelic: probably more than gas from the bigger end
azureangelic: its a good thing she's basically engulfing the toilet since if the smell of more than her flabby, dimpled ass could escape the flooded bowl they'd be too busy passing out or retching to acutally have sex
anonymous: Though the smell coming from her arms is almost enough to make anyone keel over
azureangelic: she tries not to lift them too much but every movement is enough to make her various rolls and crevices lift and jiggle with enough force to release the buildup of putrid sweaty stench inside
anonymous: yes
anonymous: although it's the only one i've gotten of her :V
anonymous: And, of course, it is only on the toilet where you can experience the decadent joy that is EATING something while on the toilet. It's like getting spitroasted, but with food and ex-food.
azureangelic: the only problem is her door-rending ass can't keep up with the rate as which she messily shovels food down her wet gullet with both hands, only able to begin to decrease the continually growing pressure in her slick gut whenever she has to stop to heave and belch up a miasma of swallowed air interspersed with the noxious gas churning about her guts
anonymous: is it a bad time to mention how orgasm is supposed to loosen the bowels?
anonymous: It is the BEST time to mention that.
azureangelic: itd certainly help with the greasy backlog blocking her up
anonymous: One can never have enough practical information
azureangelic: also the more i look at chie the more i notice those pillowy arms and how much of a strain it must be for her to lift them
anonymous: it's relaxing and heavily straining at the same time somehow
anonymous: behind her head is about the limit of her viable reach
azureangelic: they probably make excellent pillows though
anonymous: they're personal neckpillows
anonymous: yeah that
azureangelic: for her and anyone bold enough to get near those pits
anonymous: But for the bold, the daring, the suicidally brave and insanely horny, the grease-slicked, pitstained crevice between her hamwings and her udders makes for an excellent place to warm a cold, lonesome penis. Lots of spots like that, actually, but the pit-tit junction has STYLE. And a rhyming name.
anonymous: You're right about lots of spots
anonymous: just ask her to flex
anonymous: ta-da, elbow crease
anonymous: Lightning is smalltime
anonymous: Now see if this was a Kid Icarus picture then Pit'd be even more fitting
anonymous: The Pit Tit junction is just the collective name for all the KIU /ss/ art on the internet
anonymous: all aboard the train to marshmallow hell
anonymous: next stop, awkward early adolescent awakening
anonymous: Oh, my favorite
anonymous: Home of the world's biggest and best godly blobs, ready to occupy space directly on top of any misguided youths
anonymous: the whole battle for the afterlife just a thingly veiled grab by competing goddesses at mortal food stores
anonymous: the only difference in the outcome that Palutena at least says thanks between bites
anonymous: well, she thinks it
anonymous: she doesn't disintegrate whoever was 10 seconds late with her breakfast burrito, I guess
anonymous: they do get a shower of spittle regardless
anonymous: manna from heaven, there
anonymous: cures minor ailments
anonymous: causes a few more
anonymous: Medusa's the disintegrator, Viridi sentences underlings to
anonymous: l a t r i n e  d u t y
anonymous: if i could italicize that i would