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Don't call this thicc motherfucker, coloured :iconcaramelcurves:CaramelCurves 49 18
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Cassidy Melbry, Month 4

It had been about 4 months since Cassidy Melbry first landed on Zenphoid Prime and had begun operations within the pre-fabricated underground research compound. The vault was comfortable enough, with a basic lounge, a computer, kitchens and other basic amenities spread throughout the compound, as well as dedicated laboratories for various forms of research. A drone whirred past her, and Burtram, the programmed AI assistant spoke to her.
“Good morning miss Melbry. Shall I get you your usual breakfast?” She met his question with a yawn, and then a nod followed by her meek Australian accented voice, “Yep. Make sure you put some extra butter on the toast this time Burt, didn’t seem to be enough last time.”
Burtram complied with a curt, “Of course miss Melbry, as you order.” His servo motors whirred, and the long snake like chord shifted about and retracted into a socket in the ceiling, Burtram being
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The Blind Date Part 1
It wasn’t every day that the most sworn of rivals tended to face each other. Less so actually meet face to face, albeit unexpectedly, off the battle ground. Tracer was walking through the cobbled streets, towards the Charlemagne hotel, a very old and exclusive VIP hotel within this part of France. There was a few exclusive VIP restaurants she had access to for working for various clients in the past, having been a bodyguard to VIP’s in various groups, organizations, even some such as Omnic peace cults and national leaders. Being a rather social and upbeat girl she always liked exploring, speaking to new people- albeit with the modicum of some reservation.
Widowmaker, on the other hand… was a far different breed. Normally a calculating, lithe, cold killer, she was a marksman foil to Tracer’s speedy running and gunning. Well placed shots over a distance rather than aggressive sprinting and flanking towards an alarmed opponent.
Skill, rather than some pathetic trin
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Baker's Delight - Part 2

Treat after treat disappeared into Diana's gullet, a disposal for any sweet Pastricia prepared, ravenous and skilled in the art of chow time.
Pastricia had moved them back onto the couch, standing not being something either of them wanted to do for long. This made things much easier for her little piglet's dinner. Diana was laying back and letting Pastricia feed her, both of Diana's own hands and one of her own rubbing the course fabric covering her wobbly middle.
But Diana was only human.
A fat, gluttonous human with an overly stretched stomach, but a human.
And when her shirt began to rise on her swelling belly, and her stomach became taut with sweets, Diana began to groan, reaching her limit... but unwilling to stop.
She wanted to be fed by Pastricia. More and more. She didn't want this to end. She was supposed to be a good Piggy.
But in the end, she finally stopped caressing her own gut and lay back, wincing. She was at her limit.
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Don't call this thicc motherfucker, coloured
So I coloured :iconremramluigi: artwork, original located here www.deviantart.com/art/a-pic-o…

and it was originally a request of mine so ye I got this EXTRA thicc girl. emphasis on the extra thicc yo, downright fat. Not just thicc no sir. Based on a god damn meme.
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Cassidry Melbry, 4 Months Log by CaramelCurves

It had been about 4 months since Cassidy Melbry first landed on Zenphoid Prime and had begun operations within the pre-fabricated underground research compound. The vault was comfortable enough, with a basic lounge, a computer, kitchens and other basic amenities spread throughout the compound, as well as dedicated laboratories for various forms of research. A drone whirred past her, and Burtram, the programmed AI assistant spoke to her.

“Good morning miss Melbry. Shall I get you your usual breakfast?” She met his question with a yawn, and then a nod followed by her meek Australian accented voice, “Yep. Make sure you put some extra butter on the toast this time Burt, didn’t seem to be enough last time.”

Burtram complied with a curt, “Of course miss Melbry, as you order.” His servo motors whirred, and the long snake like chord shifted about and retracted into a socket in the ceiling, Burtram being able to access any droid within the compound as well as special cameras attached to various chord systems spread throughout the small research facility.

Various drones and little machinery were already synthesizing the local organic material into replicated bread, butter and other materials. About 9 pieces of bacon,2 pieces of buttery toast, 6 fluffy pancakes with syrup, 3 oranges, and a glass of milk and for dessert, a bit of caramel cheesecake with whip cream. Cassidy had begun to proceed along to the dining area of her little research compound. Sauntering along, she was wearing two cute fuzzy pink slippers with a small stylized cat face on them with small ears, grey yoga pants, and a Star Trek original model fan T-shirt, with her lab coat. Her black hair was in a long pony tail with a quirky purple bow and as she sat down, she shifted her glasses.

As the food was prepared and then delivered to her, her stomach rumbling, she dug in, chomping down and stuffing her cheeks full of the food. It was devoured rather quickly, without any hesitation and quickly going down her gullet without a trace or crumb to spare. Her shirt had begun to feel a bit tight, and the chord around her waist was digging into her supple, bloated and pale belly flesh. Her lovehandles spilled over her sides, resting atop as a squishy fat roll on top of and over the edge of her pants. She wiggled out of her seat, huffing a bit as she did, and stood on her pudgy little feet.

 

She grunted as she loosened the chord around her waistband, and her belly oozed freely out, gracing its doughy flesh upon her upper thighs, both her thighs being rather massive pillowy things that battled each other for supremacy over space. Her shirt was still rather tight however, and barely covered her heavy, fluffy double marsh mellow like belly. Her shirt was tight, and her soft doughy orbs that were her breasts sat atop her belly, swaying ever so slightly as she shuffled her feet towards the laboratory. While there was motion aids for her, she insisted on heaving her jiggling, bubbly butt and heavily squished and soft thighs over one another to get some modicum of exercise.

Stepping on a scale and heaving her bulk up on it as it creaked with stress underneath, she had already activated the voice response system, her belly and breasts having it long made it impossible for her to see past her blubbery girth for any sort of digital number reading.

“197.76 kilograms” (436 pounds)

It read aloud. She sighed, and then stepped off of it, the heavy metal clank of the massive amount of weight being released off of it making it sound like the mechanisms were almost relieved of her massive fat body.

Cassidy was of Australian-Irish and Chinese descent, her parents being a multi-racial couple back in Queensland, a hyper urbanized part of Earth back within the capitol solar system. She looked at an old photo on the counter of the washroom she was in within the main biological laboratory. It was her with her parents, right before her entrance onto the space convoy to Zenphoid Prime. She was much, much thinner then, a mere 55 kilograms (122 pounds) back then. A waif of a science geek, and now she was a lumbering behemoth of a girl. At roughly 167 CM (5 feet, 6 inches) and at the age of 23, Cassidy was an incredibly obese girl for her age. And it had not always been so, needless to say.


Waddling over to a table, there was a bag zipped specimen. She spoke up, “Reveal the specimen please.” As she strapped on gloves and a filtration mask around her mouth and nose, ready to operate and examine. She may be clinically overweight by normal standards, but for whatever reason, her energy was surprisingly still abound. In the 4 months of her deployment on Zenphoid prime, whether due to malfunction in the synthesizers or some strange chemical or element that could not be properly filtered, Cassidy had become increasingly ravenous in her appetite and her metabolism had slowed down notably to the point that pounds had literally flew on her body. Visible stretch marks were on her lower belly, of which she tried to combat with lotions- which were mostly successful, healing and covering up most of the marks, but she was growing each day, fatter and fatter.

 

What had triggered her explosive growth she did not fully understand, as while she did have a bit of a sweet tooth, including a habit of eating recently heated up, melty chocolate chip cookies- of which the mere thought made her mouth water- she wasn’t by any means an overeater or binger prior to her arrival on Zenphoid prime.

Regardless, she had work to do. Before her was an insectoid like specimen that for all intents and purposes, seemed to be an eyeless centipede like creature roughly the size of a human. It had two large arm like appendages with a bunch of small nervous tendrils that the creature used for grasping, and it had bronze plates it was wearing at various points across its body as likely armour. A Zenphodian, it had a sharp piece of coral, a coral javelin to be specific, stuck in its chitin, the weapon having pierced some organ in its body which had killed it, the unfortunate creature having the coral weapon sticking out of it between gasps in what is presumed to be its cuirass and its “neck” where its main frontal, army ant like mandibles were.

 

The creature was killed in a skirmish with its rivals, the Zenphodians apparently having a Bronze to Early Iron Age level of technological and social level, at least from her observations from her brief months of study in a no contact policy. This specimen was likely a soldier for one of the many despotic local brood leaders.

Cassidy had been studying these creatures and their civilization from a distance for over 3 and a half months. No contact was to be made with the creatures on fear of bringing stellar shock and possibly sicknesses to them, Cassidy instead relying on drones to observe and catalogue information for her… and in rare opportunities like this, bring specimens or materials back.

 

She activated the scanner. It was just a small hand waved wand device- there was already CT scans of the creature and other data and information gleamed from exterior scans, so now it was a matter of looking up close. One might be thinking as to why she’s not wearing a hazmat suit, and that was due to the fact that the Zephodians were safe enough to be around and nor was the atmosphere itself necessarily toxic to be in, at least for short periods of time. Longer durations would invoke symptoms of oxygen toxic shock, as the oxygen content per parts per million in the planet’s atmosphere was significantly higher than that of Earth, to levels comparable to Earth’s Mesozoic era.


In other words, it was an atmosphere that allowed large sized forms of insectoid and crustacean like life forms to flourish in a rather humid, moist environment. Cassidy’s shelter of course was acclimated to normal Earthern perimeters, but even so… her heart beat inside her chest in anticipation. Such an opportunity like this to really get close, even if it was just post mortem, to one of the sentient denizens of this planet was remarkable. Waving the scanner around she inspected the armour and the body thoroughly. It was as suspected… likely ambushed- the creature showed no signs of struggle after it died, it was apparent the poor unfortunate Zenphodian was victim of a rather skilled ambush. Shards of coral were inside its wound, in what appeared to be one of its three hearts, and upon closer examination the scanner picked up a powerful venom extract on it.

Poison delivered through the tip of a coral javelin, directly introduced into the creature’s ichor and circulatory system. It died within moments.  As much as she wanted to cut this specimen up for further study, she knew it was better to just preserve its remains; the most useful information was already garnered from it anyways. Zenphodians had roughly 20 pairs of legs and were roughly the size of a human in total length usually being about 1 and a half meters long, and about half a meter wide.

 

 Their heads had vestigial eyes, while there was two red dwarf stars that the planet was exposed to, the Zenphodians had adapted to a life underground and only rarely surfaced the quagmires of muck and vegetation above. Instead 4 beautifully coloured antennae feelers erupted from its chitin skull, above and below its very wide army ant like mandibles, as well as numerous small little hairs that from what Cassidy could tell acted as both sensual organs for rather sensitive levels of touch as well as more importantly, olfactory sensors.

 

The creatures detected the world around them through a keen sense of smell, and touch, apparently communicating from what she knew via chemical sprays from glands under their many legs. With variations of hormones and chemical mixtures to relay different messages being somewhat of a chemical language; a far different means of communication than audible and visual humans, but an understandable concept none the less. Leaning in on the table, her belly fat squished against it, the soft underbelly contacting the cold metal surface and molding against it like a squishy jello. She could feel its metallic surface against her soft skin, but paid it no mind as she looked at the armour.

Made of what appeared to be a form of bronze, albeit with trace elements of other metals and compounds. Cassidy wasn’t a metallurgist but she knew the general grasp and span of chemistry and could tell that the Zenphodians understood the process of forging metal alloys and could combine what constituted as tin and copper on this planet into a mixture in order to make bronze; one of the first metal alloys humans had used in their history as well.

It seemed that despite the vast amount of physiological and mental differences between humans and the Zenphodian race, the basics of tools and craftsmanship seemed relatively similar… with the exception that Zenphodians seemed to still prefer a lot of weapons made out of underground corals and other aquatic life forms, the naturally occurring materials of underwater creatures being surprisingly durable and great for piercing and slashing weapons, but from what she could garner too unmalleable to be worn as armour.

 

Her fascination with the specimen and that of the planet was what really kept her from going insane, she thought to herself. Alone for 4 months on this planet with roughly a year and a month to go, and that’s if her replacement arrived without any delays or problems. She edged away from the specimen, done with it for now, and motioned to the drones to pack up the cadaver again. Waddling backwards, she looked down at her puffy, pudgy body. She had gained well over 140 KG since setting foot on this planet, and she felt like she was definitely going to gain more- she needed to devise a means of exercise before she puffed and grew into a squishy blob of a girl. It didn’t help that her inclination towards a second breakfast was occurring within her tumultuous tummy, her stomach growling, pleading for even more food to fill its cavernous depths. She decided that such thoughts would at least be better if she wasn’t distracted by hunger, and shifted her jiggly sausage like thighs one over the other, chafing and squishing past each other as she typed on a hologram screen she projected from her glasses. Burtram, her trusty AI assistant, responded.

“Hungry again, miss Melbry? What would you like this time?”

She cleared her throat, and stated, “Just some chocolate chip cookies, 1 dozen and a half of them mate. I’m getting the growlies again and I think I need to stifle this hunger if I am to think.”

Burtram emitted a chuckle from the screen, and replied, “Of course miss Melbry. We can’t have you distracted in your studies now can we? I’ll have the drone systems prepare your meal for you.” Burtram’s voice was endearing, and very soothing and calm. He was programmed to have a sense of an emulated, hospitable personality- of which Cassidy tweaked a little, much to the ignorance of her now very distant overseers on Earth, to make the stationed researcher here feel a little less lonely. AI however, didn’t really have any form of higher independent thought, or sentience. Such a thing was a taboo back on Earth, as was any sense of transhumanist motives; it was quite the controversial subject, even in the present year of 2202 CE. Robots, drones, droids… whatever you will them, were the definition of robot. Slave. Servant to those who had created them… and nothing more, yet as time passed on… Burtram seemed to be more of a friend, as ridiculous as the notion may have seemed. Cassidy buried the inkling of the thought however when the drones brought forth her most desired demand- a platter of aromatic, melty, chocolate chip cookies freshly baked, soft in texture. She greedily grasped them with her pudgy digits and began stuffing them in her face, grazing happily. It was such a morale booster, and much to her regret likely one of the main reasons why she had gained so much weight. But right now, she could give a damn. This was her means of escaping solitude and its constant vigilance on her, by giving herself company with the deliciousness of cookies.

 

“Mmmm…. An excellent batch Burt.” Her moans of content and culinary satisfaction were coupled with a few crumbs on her lips and pudgy cheeks.

 

As she ate them, her belly seemed to puff out in a small increment, just ever so slightly more over the waistbands of her sweatpants, her thighs growing tighter within them. Her lovehandles were already puffing out beyond the constraints of her too tight shirt, of which she wore in stubbornness if nothing else. But she did not really notice the small change in her girth as for now, she was enraptured by the bliss of Burtram’s cooking, of which he noticed and with his blue, AI face popping up on the screen, he smiled and responded with.

“I’m glad you think so Miss Melbry. It makes me happy seeing you enjoy yourself.”

 

 

It wasn’t every day that the most sworn of rivals tended to face each other. Less so actually meet face to face, albeit unexpectedly, off the battle ground. Tracer was walking through the cobbled streets, towards the Charlemagne hotel, a very old and exclusive VIP hotel within this part of France. There was a few exclusive VIP restaurants she had access to for working for various clients in the past, having been a bodyguard to VIP’s in various groups, organizations, even some such as Omnic peace cults and national leaders. Being a rather social and upbeat girl she always liked exploring, speaking to new people- albeit with the modicum of some reservation.
Widowmaker, on the other hand… was a far different breed. Normally a calculating, lithe, cold killer, she was a marksman foil to Tracer’s speedy running and gunning. Well placed shots over a distance rather than aggressive sprinting and flanking towards an alarmed opponent.
Skill, rather than some pathetic trinket that allowed her to shift back in time. She had exploited Tracer’s reliance on the technology before, having killed a target months before. But fortune had somewhat of an ironic joke for Widowmaker. One would almost call it karma of a sorts; Widowmaker was greedy, and some would say her greed rubbed off on her figure now. Others still claim that Ana’s sleeping darts carried some weird sort of side effect that slowed down the metabolism of their victims, what with the sheer amount of tranquilizer likely in those darts, able to take down the likes of brutes like Roadhog and others with a number of well-placed shots. Appetite seemed to increase too for whatever reason, and Widowmaker found more and more of the time she was spending her blood money on the likes of expensive wines and pastries and other forms of fine dining… and it had taken its toll on her figure.
Widowmaker was no longer the lean, well buttocks’d queen of killers she once was. Now she was more of an over-engorged spider of a woman if anything. Her buttocks still as impressive as ever, if not even more so- swelling out like large doughy orbs, forming a noticeable shelf of jiggling fat behind her any time she motioned a step. Her thighs were also very thick and fluffy, squishing together each time she walked. And while her arms and breasts were also heavy with soft fat, the true champion of her girth was her utterly bulbous stomach. It surged out in front of her like a heavy sack of dough, soft to the touch and incredibly heavy, the bottom of her belly being the most soft, being in contact with the front of her upper thighs whilst she stood. Even her cheeks were slightly pudgier, although not as much as the rest of her body.
Widowmaker was sitting in the very same restaurant in the hotel, in the VIP lounge secluded. She had of course snuck in here, with reservations spoken of well ahead of time. Even at her now tubby size she was still clandestine… if a bit wobbly. Crawling through vents was definitely an arduous affair now that her love handles and belly often got stuck, having to slowly wiggle her way through tight spaces with her jello-like extra padding. She was supposed to meet with a client. Supposed to, but they seemingly never came. Widowmaker sat there, her belly squished against the table, overflowing on top and below its edge as her back lay comfortably against the cushioned seats of the booth. She had already eaten her food, the soufflé and other desserts well within her fluffy, food packed gluttonous belly. Growing bored, she had even indulged in her wine, the client being horribly late. Or so it would seem. Contracts had been sparse and while she normally checked any form of communication towards her from any of her contacts vigorously and with great scrutiny… things had been awfully quiet. Not a lot of people wanted to hire an overweight assassin, and for the most part Widowmaker was content knowing she had lots of wealth accumulated enough to where she could possibly settle down… however, the thought of a proper mission still stroked her sense of adventure, thrill and bloodlust.
Sitting there, bored, and slightly tipsy Widowmaker sat, her belly distended from her meal. But then the elevator doors opened, and ushered through by one of the security bots and then robotic servers… was Tracer.
Widowmaker sat there, unable to comprehend what was going on. “Why was she here?!” She thought to herself. Her gaze sharpened like a dagger, her two eyes seething and fixated on the British girl. Tracer on the other hand… while also having a bit of resentment towards the assassin, now realized what was going on. And now seeing that the rumours of Widowmaker’s obesity were true, Tracer could not help but giggle. While normally not a sadistic or mean spirited person, Tracer was just simply astonished at how much of a butterball Widowmaker had become.
“Looks like the widow has had her fill of catches doesn’t she love?” She giggled with a snarky, crap eating grin. She walked over, and as Widowmaker was getting up, struggling out of the tight booth with her belly squishing and then wobbling uncontrollably as she stood up. Tracer got on her knees and grasped Widowmaker’s drooping, fluffy belly lifting it up like the big heavy apron of soft squishy fat it was.
“Lookat this ‘ere! You’re a roight porkchop you are Widow!” She teased her further, and Widowmaker, in both a bit of tipsy blush and frustrated growl looked at her, “Get your hands off of me, you silly brat! I’m not one of your girlfriends or playmates!” She shoved Tracer’s hands off, but Tracer just gave a sly grin back at Widowmaker. “Oh… did I make lil fattycakes mad?” She giggled further. This was apparently her blind date. Bloody Widowmaker of all people… but she was still going to have fun.
And unbeknownst to her, that was about as much as she could do. Because Sombra also thought it’d be hilarious if she’d hack the security bots in the hotel and the doors outside of the lounge, and the weapons systems of both the women with a controlled EMP frequency device made especially for this occasion. Sombra watched, smiling evilly as she watched the video feed on one of the security cameras inside the restaurant. This was going to be a night of wining and dining for both of them… and it was just about to begin.
The Blind Date Part 1
Based off of :iconprincecoffeecakes: image. I don't play Overwatch, just figured to write something. The result of about 5 minutes worth of attention, some convo with dude and then this kinda just happened. Dunno. Wrote in microsoft word.

Can see his image better here:

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Whyte
This is the character Whyte who was created by :icondewsh-lawnde:

Happy birthday in advance bud.

Made in MediBang with a mouse.
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GOLDFISH GRIL
Just a silly drawing I did on a prompt on a Discord server. Spent like 10-20 minutes max making this if that
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So, I figured to make this account to kinda get in touch with the community and what not with BBW artists and the like. So if you're seeing a lot of watch notifications go zipping about and the odd favourites; no im not like a kid in a candy store just favouriting everything. More so, just finally clicking those watch buttons of artists I've been viewing for a long time. I still need to get around to making some artwork for some people, like Satsurou who I told I'd make something neato for him and then there's some non-fetish works, combined with my ever busy life of voice acting and other oddjobs and local shenanigans I often get myself involved with.

But here's some plans for the future!

I plan to take commissions and the like and the prices will be decided upon but I'd like to keep it simple. I also know that, "Hey this goof doesn't even have any art uploaded? What if he's a total sham/total crap?" Rest assured, this is what part 2 of my lil explanation pops in.

Part 2:

I plan to take a few requests and the like, as well as just drawings based on my own interests and lil projects. I have the right to reject a request, and I'm going to lay the law in the sense of what I will absolutely not draw.

No vore.

No farting.

No heavy amounts of slob.

No inflation (like im not gonna draw a character like a balloon for fetish purposes)

No futanari/shemales. (At least not sexually, if you want Randy doing some kickass pose or something hilarious like that from Sexual Lobster I will happily draw that.)

No Loli's, Shotas or other sort of underaged characters.

Guro/scat or other forms of filth related things.

Nothing related to Undertale. (I don't hate the game, I just refuse to fetishize it.)

No Sonic OC's or similar "recoloured character from a franchise" OC, like a YugiOh OC or something like that.



What I will do:

Fat characters

Force feeding

Weight gain

Minor slob (like a bit of cake smeared on a girl's cheeks or crumbs on her cleavage type of minor slob.)

While im a hetereosexual male, I WILL draw BHM's or males in general, even nude. It gets me practice for other sorts of non fetish drawings.

BBW's and SSBBW's

I'm not adverse to drawing furries.

Giants/Giantesses.

I also draw non fetish works but if you want any of that, just note me and I'll likely upload that on my non fetish account.


Nekos/half human girls/mermaids or other sort of mixes like that are fine. Although there may be exceptions.

As a clarification, I am personally into BBW's, SSBBW's, weight gain, a bit of force feeding myself.

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Howdy, I'm from Canada Alberta, and an admirer of SSBBW's and BBW's, and a hobbyist artist and professional voice actor. This lil account here is just my corner for producing more fetish related works and devoted to it, if you're interested in non-fetish works I do those too, but this account will only have fetish related things uploaded on it.
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hey welcome to DA and thanks for the watch~




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Thanks man. I aim to upload some stuff of my own, talked to some BBW artists and I sort of figured to finally get to know the community more. I'm not exactly new to DA, I do have another account- but its more devoted to non-fetish works and the like. I'll note ya my other account if you're curious.
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i see, well i hope you have a good time in "both ends" then :3
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