"Huh. I feel like I'm forgetting something." Vix says sitting on the sofa snacking. A moment later the bedroom door flies off the frame, a wall of inflated belly poking out of it, the creaks and groans of the house's walls barely holding them in that room now obvious. "Oh yeah."

CW: Extreme slob To lay upon a slovenly greasy belly in one hand holding of course the 40lbs of fast food my fatty asked for but in the other hand a picture of them barely 100lbs, showering daily, normal meals. Now they're an air pollution hazard and sweat enough to flood a room.

Logging onto a friends kinky slider app. Then watching them try to pull their shirt down, as I keep sliding that weight slider up further and further, not like anyone really noticed anyway... Until the loud rip of their jeans and they now are 1800lbs heavier than before.

I would say I'm sorry for making you so fat you're a beached whale. I'm sorry for stuffing you and stretching your belly. Making you outgrow your wardrobe Break your bed Need a food coma to sleep Get bigger every day I would apologize for such things. But it's not nice to lie.

Dumb sketch concept. Is this anything?

CW:Object vore When you surprise your friend w/a hose to the muzzle but they just look to you then the machine & tug on the hose slurping it like spaghetti, crunch the pump, and finish with the vat being swallowed down. Leaving Vix on their bulging belly feeling it still pumping.

CW: Preggo Vix looking sad sitting in his throne with an obviously hastily and angrily made by someone else sign around his neck. "Warning: Stallion in hyper rut, don't even standing within 10ft you'll just magically wind up with foals! Man or woman!"

Walking down the old bunker tunnel, reading the pipes along the wall "Butter" "Slime" "Soda" "Grease" just to name a few, the idle sounds of sloshing and a belly trying to gurgle all the calories in it. Enter the main chamber seeing the fatty in the center all the pipes in maw.

Horse inspector: "GOOD LORD VIX THAT STALLION HE'S HUGE WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN FEEDING HIM!?" Vix: "Oh well we ran out of hay and he didn't seem to like it so I switched to hashbrowns it's the same golden color and he loves it a lot more." Horse: "Yeah it's BWOAAAAARP great, more?"

Man I just realized I haven't been sat on, squished, flattened, or otherwise attempted to be crushed into the second dimension in a long while.