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ESCAR @ The Craprooms

@bug.beetle.zone

im Escar and i'm a good pet. please step on me like the bug i am 🪲💥 slob/filth kinks, growth, gooning, worship (IC/RP)💩🍆 owned by Beetle's usurper: @orc.beetle.zone 💚🔞 permabriefs: @filthyassaddict.bsky.social

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Taryn@taryntheadventurer.bsky.social · 2d ago

fuck i need an insatiable blob. stranded on his belly, greedily grabbing fistfuls of sloppy, greasy food and desperately trying to shovel it all in, whining and panting and humping his fatpad

AnotherMeekOne@anothermeekone.bsky.social · 2d ago

big fan of weight gain with intelligence loss. maybe it's because of the product they're consuming or some magical curse but it's super horny when a man gets really fat but also too stupid to function

meatysnog 🔞@meatysnog.bsky.social · 3d ago

As Hyrule gets overtaken by Ganondorf‘s growing mass and the men becoming more gluttonous by the minute, Link attempts to thwart the demon king‘s plans. But even he cannot escape Ganondorf's powers as deep, hungry growls escape his stomach. Can Link stop him before becoming a greedy slob himself?

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Sol@lunarsolmoth.bsky.social · 5d ago

vore wow i'm really glad deimos isn't the grudge-holding type. it would be so unfortunate if he were to eat the entire world and all the gods until he was an unfathomable voracious blobmountain (1/2)

The mountain Deimos had become ascended to the heavens. He belched while he grew, fattened snout rippling from the force. That was all that could escape the enormous white-furred typhon's maw these days. True speech was impossible in the face of his colossal overstuffing, gut churning with the unthinkable mass packed into it and unleashing belching blasts as it turned his food into fat. As for what entered his maw... well. Pursuing that smug demon had finally yielded fruit. Deimos had been going after Lilli for years, experiencing humiliation after humiliation, but it had been worth it for the opportunity to wrap his maw around her and swallow. Eating the demonic dragon again and again, wolfing down her mortal form while she huffed in pretend annoyance, didn't just pack flabby bulk onto his frame. It gave him some of her essence. He caught up to her many times. And soon, that buildup of gluttonous power reached a tipping point. Enabled an ascension. Deimos was able to eat everything, now; even the gods that had left him behind. His blubbery expanse had spread across the mortal world. Tidal waves of fuzzy flab washed over entire nations, Deimos's drooling, wide-open snout looming over cities. He ate his meal with gusto, skyscrapers and entire blocks breaking off to be dumped into his immense stomach and bloat him into god-eating enormity. Hunger gnawed at the typhon, even as a sloshing ocean of fat. Deimos ate with an insatiable ravenousness, cramming down everything that would fit in his gaping maw. Only one thing could truly satisfy him; mortals were not it. No matter how many of them he devoured, no matter how much of their planet vanished into him, his belly craved more. It would only accept divinity. Considering as much... he was done with such meager fare. Concentrating, he summoned all the power he had built up feasting on mortals. It had fueled the gluttonous power inside him, stoked the fires he needed to break the barrier between planes. All he needed was a little... push... Deimos's belch shook what was left of the world. Continents trembled, huge bites taken out of their expanses. For a moment, Deimos thought it might be rude not to finish his food, and his stomach growled... But he had a big meal ahead. A light dawned from the voracious blob looming over the horizon. In an instant and a flash, Deimos vanished. Of course, the gods had had no idea this was happening. What need was there to pay attention to the mortal world they had sealed themselves off from? But they learned the error of their ways as soon as the mountain of jiggling white flabrolls manifested in their paradise. HUNGRY... Deimos's demand was soundless, but it was as loud as if it had been bellowed, transmitted straight into the minds of the gods who lived in this place. The world responded to the most powerful thing present. Each and every god, along with their feasts and palaces, found themselves being inexorably drawn into the canine's lolling maw. Deimos gobbled them down with glee, gargantuan muzzle bouncing up and down as much as it could with so much fat weighing it down. His vast oceans of cheek flab sloshed with every swallow, lard-thickened throat bulging outward from the volume of what he was gorging on. The stream of gods to devour stretched through his jiggling face cave for miles, but he had room for all of them. Even if he had to struggle against his body's glorious immensity to gulp them down. Some of the gods, those devoted to war and combat, tried to struggle. But it was in vain; Deimos had already absorbed more divine power than any of them in his first few greedy swallows, much less everything he had absorbed from Lilli. Their forms were immobilized by the force of his radiating gluttony, and their racing thoughts were overpowered by the primal force of EAT FEED MORE EAT YOU MEAT DEVOUR Deimos was pumping out. Others tried to coax him. Offers of wealth, love, status, endless banquets with attendants to tend to his endless sea of fat. But Deimos was past the point of temptation. He was driven by a mixture of angelic fury and demonic gluttony, and nothing the gods offered him could compare to how incredible they felt filling out his colossal gut. All he needed to do was open his maw, and he got everything he could have ever wanted.
Sol@lunarsolmoth.bsky.social · 5d ago

slob, hypno, nsfw swelling into an enormous farting godblob, turning your coworkers into devoted blubber worshippers... just another day in the office (1/2)

"BRROUUUURRRPPP... hnngh, what... BRRNNNNTTTTT... what's happening..." Ricky panted, clutching as much of his billowing gut as he could grasp in his hooves, before erupting into another uncontrollable, thundering fart. Fat. Why was he so fat? It had just been another boring day at work; so boring that the impala had nodded off at his desk. In his dreams, he faintly remembered being touched by something. Something incomprehensibly vast, something that wanted to amuse itself with him. It had given him something... some tiny fragment of itself. And then he had woken up, the comfiest, heaviest, and sloshiest he had ever been in his life. Now Ricky was bulging out of his business casual. The office chair he had started napping in had been completely subsumed by a landslide of sweaty deer rear, which- hnnNNNNGHHH, BFFFFRRRPPPPTTTT- couldn't stop blasting out fart after fart, powerfully enough to send his whole mass wobbling. There was no stopping himself from trumpeting out gas or growing into a pile of blubber rolls. All he could do was run his hooves over his bulk, desperately trying to rein in the few slabs of flab he could reach. "Hey, Ricky, what's all the noise abou-" Meli, his coworker and a tuxedo cat Ricky couldn't help but find attractive, peeked in and instantly froze in his tracks. A wall of fuzzy cream-colored belly was there to greet him, the torn remnants of a white shirt decorating its jiggling expanse. Ricky had spilled over his desk, coming close to flooding his whole office space with lard. "Meli, helOUUURURRPPPPPPP..." Ricky's eyes nearly rolled back into his head with that last belch. It was rude, obscene, but the feeling of several tons of antelope blubber quaking and shifting into itself... He felt himself hardening deep below, dick throbbing into the pillowy fupa encasing it. Meli did not respond to this plea by actually going to get help. The cat stood there as if in a daze, eyes traveling up and down Ricky's bloated ocean of a body. There was a hunger in his gaze that hadn't been there a moment ago, an adoring one. "Meli...?" Ricky tried, before feeling a couple thousand pounds of pure fat pour onto his belly and losing himself in another eye-rolling moan. When he opened them again, he found Meli standing closer to his gut than he had been. The cat swayed, a smile on his face, body shivering in what looked like... ecstasy? "My... my Lord..." Meli groaned out, his voice full of worshipful bliss. "Please accept... my praise..." With those words, Meli stuck his muzzle into Ricky's sweaty, swelling belly rolls. "Ahnnn..." The impala gasped, feeling Meli's snout penetrate his sensitive flab, lapping at his blubber with a clear desperation to please. Two cat paws settled on either side of said snout, and they began to knead, massaging his still-growing belly fat. His cock throbbed and leaked in its place below. Ricky could feel something happening, his wobbling mass responding to Meli's adoration. Fat bloomed outward, even faster than before, knocking the poor cat backwards in a surge of growth faster than before. It was... filling with something. Ricky's sweat-dripping underbelly quickly swallowed Meli, but he could still feel him rubbing and licking and nuzzling, his former coworker's praise for his enormity radiating outward into him. As his body grew, Ricky intuitively understood: this was no mere pampering. This was worship. Worship directed towards him, for him to devour, to turn into size and excess. It fueled him in some metaphysical way, like food for the soul. He wanted... No, he needed... "Moooorrreeeeee..." Ricky belched out, letting himself erupt into a fart more colossal than any before. It billowed through the entire office, divine noise and essence seeping into every corner, carrying his command with it. His coworkers responded. One by one, they were drawn to him, forming into a crowd as Ricky burst out of his office, too huge to be contained. Space seemed to warp in the impala-god's presence; his swollen, overgrown blubberass should have boosted him up too high for the ceiling, but it maintained a respectful distance from his antlers. Ricky addressed his new congregation. "HNNFFFFF... WORSHIP... HHRRROUURRPPPP..."
Sol@lunarsolmoth.bsky.social · 6d ago

slob unreasonable how down bad i am for friends becoming enormous fart-pumping gluttonmountains... so sunken into their sweaty rolls their facecaves extend for miles, streams of greasy food bloating them bigger while they erupt over and over to saturate the atmosphere with their corruptive gas

GodaQuesillo (COMMISSIONS CLOSED)@godaquesillo.bsky.social · 3mo ago

UUUOOORPPP!!! Phew... I couldn't resist having a feast too~ I hope you feel comfortable there, Loupio, because it'll be a long time before I let you out...

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GodaQuesillo (COMMISSIONS CLOSED)@godaquesillo.bsky.social · 3mo ago

One day I ran into a huge trucker bear. He offered me a ride, so as a thank-you, I decided to put my cooking skills to work to take care of him and make sure he stays full and round~ Ft: @loupiomaster.bsky.social #wg #weightgain #maleweightgain #gainerart #fatfur #fatfurry