Because the holiday feasts aren't over yet! Those thick, plump, and chubby girls are slowly becoming BBWs and SSBBWs.
Yo, RossIrving/Ultrahand just posted this Larda pic in a /co/ thread with that Jeetdooh chibi Yoghurt pic as its header. I think ut's new. He also posted a couple fat fur pics that I won't post here, so if you're interested make sure to check it out before the mods 404 it, I've got a bad feeling about the turn the discussion is taking.
I'm happy he posted that new Larida. At least I think it's new.
If it's not, at least I'm glad I got reminded she exists. I love her sooo much. Wasn't he making a full comic featuring her?
Girls need extra meals to get so plump
This looks like Kip's but I've never seen it before, is it from their Patreon?
If so could you upload more if you have any? Kip now doing literal landwhales does things to my cock, dude, help a brother out
And by some I meant 5
Turns out most of the ones I have saved are already on Jay's Deviantart
>fatties in sweaters
Okay motherfuckers, listen up. /co/ got me riled up with a Chel thread, and I realized now that slow ass /pco/ isn't the only place I can post (been banned from /co/ too many times to count) I can just write smut here. Xmas is tomorrow so I'll be busy soon, but I have time to do a short series of blurbs on one of these topics:
>That Chel idea I had where the El Dorado gang goes to Cockaigne, the mythic land of eternal pleasure (sex, weight gain, possible strongfat and TF depending on how drunk I get)
>Lilo feederism - Literally the same thing that has been circulating /co/ for 10 years now - Lilo and/or Nani gets fat, sexy incestual shenanigans ensue
>Continuation of that fat Twilek thing I was writing where Hera's lekku gain weight and she gets trapped on a planet full of similarly fat Togruta/Twileks with Ezra. /ss/ and slavegirl stuff involved
Heaven or hell /aco/, let's rock
Guess I could give it a shot, at least. I may steer away from the "dominant feeder Lilo" trope though because it's kind of stale at this point... A reversal would be more fun. Let me know what you guys think.
>It had been almost ten years since Stitch left Earth for parts unknown, taking the other experiments with him. Jumba had said it was for the good of the galaxy, all of his creatures searching as one for a planet to call their own. To thrive on, and reproduce. But that noble cause had left one little girl very, very lonely.
>Hawai'ian genes were not very good at handling stress. In eons past, islander DNA had hoarded calories in the event of hurricanes, or volcano eruptions. Now the only emergency that afflicted the islands was an occasional shortage of Milky Way bars. As such, Hawai'ians often reacted to stress by overeating... and Lilo was no exception.
>"Nani!" came a plaintive cry from the living room as Lilo's big sister came through the door after work, an armful of groceries teetering and balanced on her large bosom. Nani winced at the needy, whining shouts: Lilo had memorized her schedule, and would begin hollering demands the minute her sister came home. It really put a strain on her desire to care for her little sis, and that wasn't the only "strain" on the house these days. Half the kitchen chairs had bent or broken legs; the banister on the stairway had pulled half out of the wall, plaster chunks coming after it. And the living room couch... Nani didn't even want to think about the couch. Or the person on it. As bad as things had been before Stitch arrived, somehow they had gotten worse.
>"I'm coming, Lilo honey," sighed the once-lithe, fit girl as she hurriedly pulled candy and artificial snacks from the bags. Nani spent a lot of her time in the kitchens lately, and it showed.
Really want more of the Star Wars thing considering where it was last left at.
If anyone wants to look at it, see here: https://desustorage.org/co/thread/77800490/#77821736
>Nani's chin was soft and saggy, a roll of fat bunched under it, and her cheeks were heavy and dimpled. Her rear had widened considerably over the last decade, and her breasts had grown plump and doughy with fat; an impressive brown pot-belly sagged over her XXL jean shorts, slapping and flopping against her crotch in a shivering, bouncing testament to her poor diet and lack of exercise as a line cook stuck behind a grill all evening. On reflex, she grabbed a donut from the bags assembled and chomped on it; she always ate quick and ravenously, in case Lilo decided to abandon the couch. It would certainly be a noteworthy event, these days...
>"Alright, alright!" She mumbled the words of "ohana" under her breath as she carried a huge pile of cookie tins, soda bottles and candy bags to the living room. Family meant no one got left behind... even if your only family was mostly a giant behind.
>LIlo lay sprawled on the couch, which had long since begun to come apart at the edges. A stubby five-foot-nothing, the sixteen-year-old resembled her former self in dress: her festive red shirt with white flowers was stretched over a shape she had spent ten years feeding greasy, sugary, stress-bingeing foods. Nani looked at her sister and had to push down a pang of pity.
>Lilo was obese.
>"Obese" almost didn't cover it, actually. The girl was enormous, bloated with flesh, her dress ripping at the seams and splattered with stains. Her breasts had never had a chance to develop outside the influence of junk food, and so lay flattened and flapjack-like on her vast hillock of a belly. Lilo's arms dangled with brown folds of fat, and her chins contained a number of crumbs, but her belly dominated her frame, a hundred-pound-plus monster blob of glutted meat that pinned her to where she sat, nearly obscuring her flabby knees and porcine calves. Seeing Nani enter, she shifted, and her whole body shook as if her dress was filled with pudding, and not a human being.
>"Gimme!" Lilo reached for the food, her pudgy, sausage-like fingers wiggling. Nani paused; she had the almost uncontrollable urge to hold the sugar away, to tell Lilo no, for the first time in years. But she relented, and handed over the goodies to her sister, who was already surrounded by the wrappers and detritus of similar meals. Chomping and smacking soon echoed through the house, with Lilo transfixed by an Elvis documentary she was watching and Nani wordlessly handing her another bag of chips or a tin of brownies once she was done with what she was eating. This was their relationship, now; an obsessive overeater and her smaller (but, Nani thought bitterly, still fat) enabler. It was awful, but giving Lilo what she drooled for gave the girl her only remaining happiness after Stitch had left. Nani couldn't take that away.
>At least, not until Lilo pushed her too far.
>"Gimme more? C'mon, Sis, I'm huuURP, I'm hungry." The guttural belch was not followed by an "excuse me," and it had not been, for... maybe five years? Nani had given up on telling Lilo to mind her manners. She had given up on a lot.
>As she watched her little sis shovel Pringles into her face, crumbs and chunks of them tumbling down onto her vast wobbling churning belly, Nani felt a stir of anger inside her. Lilo knew better than this--Nani had taught her better. Why did she do this to herself? Was this all Lilo was now--a hole, to be fed?
>"These chips are gross," burped Lilo, dumping half the tube into her mouth and mashing them to bits. "Why didn't you get the good flavor?"
>Nani's fists curled.
>"Come on, go get me something HURP else," groaned Lilo, not even finished with her chips. She timed everything perfectly, so that she was constantly eating, constantly consuming; Nani knew she was incredibly smart, under all that fat. Incredibly gifted. Yet she squandered those gifts, refusing to go to school, eating until she could barely move. "Gimme more."
>Nani swallowed. "No."
Somebody actually saved this? Wow, I'm impressed. You guys really like your alien porn.
I'll see if I have the energy for finishing that, once I'm done with Housebound Lilo.
>Lilo hiccuped, shocked, her moon-like face lit by the TV's glow. Sweat from the heat of her own size gathered in her cleavage, which was grotesquely exposed by a rip in her dress: a dark cleft down which countless splatters of sauce vanished, never to be seen again. "Wh-what?"
>"I said, no." Nani's fists tightened. It had been a year since David dumped her--a year since his frustration with her "caring" for Lilo had split them up. Nani was angry, exhausted, and literally fed up--her shorts were so tight she thought they might burst, and all because she had no time for exercise. She was too busy feeding this... thing, that her sister had become. "No, God damn it. That's enough."
>Lilo's fat fingers paused while digging into a carton of chocolate fudge cookies. "Urp. Nani... "
>"I don't want to hear it." She saw the sullen, bratty resentment in Lilo's eyes, and at last she knew this gross farce for what it was. Lilo hadn't been sad, all this time. She had been acting out. It was a decade-long tantrum, designed to control her sister, while Lilo grew fat on Nani's paycheck and gorged until she nearly took up the couch. She could barely waddle to the bathroom these days, and Nani had allowed it to happen.
>"No more junk food. You're on a diet." Lilo stared at her, horrified. As if to prove the point, Nani snatched away the fudge cookies and ate one. "And mmf, you're going to, mnch, stay on it until you're healthier. Herp." She crossed her arms, and waited for the outburst. It didn't take long.
>Lilo began to cry, big crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks. "Big sister...URRP... P-please... I'm so hungry, and so HIC, so s-s-sad!"
>"You're not sad! You're acting! You've been weaselling food out of me long enough!" Nani felt terrible saying these words, but they had to be said. They had to.
Let me learn you a thing, anon: implications of sex are sexier than actual sex in most cases. That is, implying a fat girl's health problems are much sexier (at least for me) than going through every horrible detail of diabetes and dookie.
Besides, I have tits to talk about. Big, fat, jiggly brown tits.
>"Nani!" wailed Lilo, thrashing her bloated arms, belly shaking and heaving with her laborous breath. She wheezed like a pig as she sucked in more air, getting ready to scream. "You... You can't..."
>Nani wasn't going to stick around to watch the tantrum unfold. Throwing the fudge cookies on the floor, she marched into the kitchen, where she found the phone ringing in the middle of the pile of food she'd bought for Lilo. Picking it up, she bit into a slice of takeout pizza with a sense of vengeful triumph. "Yeph?" she said, around succulent cheese and pineapple chunks mixed with ham.
>"Nani! Hey, it's Myrtle--you know, Myrtle Evans? From Galactic Fitness?"
>Nani blinked, chewing. Then it dawned on her: months ago, in a similar fit of rage against her greedy sister, she had called Myrtle's mom at the fitness clinic, down in Kailua-Kona. She had asked for a personal trainer for Lilo, never expecting them to call back--Myrtle's family were snobs, and they knew Nani couldn't pay. Yet here was Myrtle, talking to her on the phone.
>"Yeah, uh... Hi." Nani swallowed hastily, setting the warm pizza on her breasts as she opened the fridge to drink from a milk carton. Decorum was no longer a concern, in their household--not since Lilo had begun needing help to climb the stairs. "Thanks for uh, for returning my um... Thank you!" she repeated, muffling a small belch.
>"What's that noise over there? Are you guys OK?" Lilo had begun screeching like a banshee, her childish rage interspersed with burps, hiccups and the odd stressed-out fart. Nani winced, locking herself in the bathroom.
>"It's nothing. So... About that trainer..."
>her childish rage interspersed with burps, hiccups and the odd stressed-out fart
Keep doing the good work, anon
My dick thanks you
So goal is getting Lilo down to manageable levels of flab?
Bitch do you know who I am just kidding, glad you like it, feel free to constructive-criticize, my style has gotten mad since I stopped doing commissions.
>As it turned out, Myrtle felt bad from her years of tormenting Lilo, especially because no one in the islands had seen the girl for ages. Some, like Myrtle, even seemed worried about her. Nani managed to keep the details of Lilo's new body quiet, while asking Myrtle to please, please come and help Lilo "drop a few pounds." That it would require hundreds, not a few, pounds was something Nani didn't know how to tell the girl's old friend what had happened--how Lilo had gorged, and glutted, and stayed up late at night guzzling soda and juice until she was a disgusting fat parody of her old perky self.
>"Tomorrow. Great. Awesome." During their conversation Nani had drank nearly half the gallon of milk, and the cream sloshed in her belly, making her sleepy and dizzy. She was not so different from Lilo, she knew--she, too, jumped to food in times of stress. The difference was, there was rarely much food left for her, after her sister plowed through it like a human garbage disposal. "See you then. Bye."
>She went to the living room, and was unsurprised to find Lilo sprawled on the carpet like some obese slug, fat rolls spilling out of her splitting dress, face-down in the container of fudge cookies. Without even using her lard-coated arms, Lilo was gobbling and chewing, belching and whimpering. It was a pathetic sight.
>"Hey! Stop that." When Lilo wailed, Nani did something she hadn't done since the girl was five--she spanked her. The brutal slap to Lilo's huge, fat ass stopped the whining short, and with effort Nani hauled the obese teen to her feet and sent her waddling for her room with another vicious spank. As Lilo struggled to climb the stairs, her titanic belly flopping against her ankles and sweat staining every crease on her swollen form, Nani breathed a sigh of relief.
>For the first time since Lilo began her reign of gluttony, Nani went to her sister's room with a sense of pride. This was it, she thought as she pounded on the door, eleven AM approaching--still bedtime for the slovenly Lilo. They were going to get their lives back on track, both of them. Lilo was going to snap out of her weird funk, and she, Nani, was going to lose all her own excess weight, get her sexy boyfriend back, and make sweet sweet love to his gorgeous ass. Maybe literally.
>"Lilo! Get up!"
>"Urrgh... Urrph. Dun' wanna."
>Nani rammed her shoulder into the door. Eighty pounds ago, this would have been useless, but Nani was a big girl now, and her sheer weight knocked the flimsy lock off the frame.
>Lilo bolted upright, naked, a pudding cup stuck to her cheek. Her breasts flopped, saggy and pendulous, on top of her broad mountain of a stomach. She blushed as Nani grabbed her sister's clothes, looking grim. "N-Nani, you can't come in here, I'm--"
>"Too bad." Nani forced the squealing Lilo into clothes inch by inch, a challenge given her obese frame and sticky, sugar-slick skin. Fortunately, Lilo's laziness had made her about as strong as a small house fly, so Nani had no trouble wrestling her obese sibling into a stained tank top and what might have been yoga-shorts, a hundred pounds ago.
>"Go outside," Nani demanded.
>"But... But breakfast..." Lilo's room was filled with the filth of her depravity, discarded plates and wrappers littering the area like a nest. It smelled, and so did Lilo. Nani wrinkled her nose, noticing a magazine under the bed that said SEXY BBWS on the cover. She snorted. "You'll get breakfast after you work out. Now go."
>After much arguing, Lilo waddled down the stairs, her stomach swaying back and forth and slapping the walls with each clumsy step. Nani began cleaning her sister's room, stopping occasionally to snack on any leftover pizza or cake. Waste not, want not, after all...
I never woulda guessed Jeetdoh was into stuff like this
I wish he posted more like it, he does it so god damn well
Why should we care though
People want him to go back to drawing ponies.
It pleases my dick and that's a good enough reason.
People get pissy cause they dont like the "pony eyes" on Dufel's human characters and the ponyfags get pissy about the humans cause they are not ponies. And I am here fapping to all this glorious fat humans cause I too find his faces cute.
>buzzing coming from her belly implying that it's full of bees
I've got the black and white ssakurai comic Switched, from the Muffintop anthology, which features these two characters - it's 15 pages + a wordless epilogue, should I post it?
And the aftermath, which someone commissioned
>“Oh, Tia, you really do make the best beignets in town,” sighed Charlotte, leaning back in her seat. “I don’t think I could eat another bite!” Despite saying so, she daintily licked her fingertips, eager for another taste of the sticky coating of honey and powdered sugar they had picked up.
>"Sorry, Lottie, what was that?” Tiana entered from the kitchen, a fresh, steaming plate of beignets balanced on her arm, glistening with sugar and grease. “Hot off the fryer. Eat up!”
>Charlotte’s belly rumbled, half in warning, half in desire. She opened her mouth to protest, only to have a beignet crammed between her plump lips. >The sugary treat melted on her tongue, light and creamy and so sweet it could make angels weep for joy. She moaned as she swallowed, feeling the doughy delight slide down into her packed tummy—her own doughy delight—the taste still lingering on her tongue.
>She reached for the second of the fresh beignets on her own.
>“Attagirl,” said Tiana. “It’s like my Mama always said: the quickest way to a man’s heart is through your stomach.” She caressed Charlotte’s big belly, which spilled heavily into her lap and strained against her tight red dress, highlighting every fold of her expanding body. “The way you eat, Prince Naveen won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you.”
>“Mwhmf mwmf mmff mfff wmff wmf?” Charlotte asked, her chubby cheeks packed full of pastry, powdered sugar coating her mouth.
Tiana smiled, and gave Charlotte a reassuring pat on one meaty thigh, noting the way that the bench seemed to buckling under Charlotte’s wide and ever-widening rear, how her breasts were nearly spilling out of her dress, and the bow in her sash had practically come undone from the growing girth of her belly.
>Almost there, she thought as a ding! from the kitchen signaled the arrival of another fresh batch of pastry.
>I wish Sakurai would finish that "sensation vendor" concept of his though.
He's not planning to finish it. He's keeping it as a perpetually ongoing concept like Intragalactic and Flying Suit Reiko.
Tiana's no slouch in the gaining department in that image either though
>Charlotte resting her head on Tiana's own plump belly while she drops some treats straight into her waiting mouth
>Drunken fatty Mardi Gras party shenanigans
These sound pretty good
Maybe eating chocolate off Tina's body - pretty messy, lots of licking
I wish she was more popular as a fatty.
i remember when mark was magicked into dating that gross princess and callie was super desperate to win him back and said she would become a huge fatass if that would win him back
i always had trouble getting past her forehead