The Clown Town

@clowntown6969.bsky.social

Sort of like a Heart-Attack Grill mixed with a Chuck E. Cheese but it's a pear-shaped mouse girl as the mascot who lets anyone over a half-ton eat all the mass-produced pizza gloop they want so long as she gets to watch. The place has like one Galaga game and the ballpit is full of cheeseburgers.

Common girls' night activities such as seeing who can chug the most soda in one sitting, who can give the sloppiest tongue to a navel, and squeezing your besties' rock-hard nipples until they moo like a desperate heifer. End the night with a rousing session of feeding one another 'til you pass out.

One of my favorite scenarios is still the Crystal Gems not properly able to process the dopamine rush human junkfood provides, so every bite is just as euphoric as when they first tried it. It as well metabolizes very poorly for their physiology, so they can't shapeshift it away... bad consequences

FWDY - French Toast Firebrand The remnant gang's gone and gotten themselves mixed up in some food tf sorcery. Don't think Yang's complaining though...

FWDY - Cream-Filled Catgirl Our resident ninja's up next, trading out her stealth and shadows for a new, sweeter donut-y body. Her dexterity may have taken a hit though.

FWDY - Your Melted Majesty The bratty heiress has finally ascended to her rightful place as a true queen. It helps when the commoners are so tasty~

FWDY - Red Velvet Reaper The last of main team of gals, and by far the one least lost in the sauce. I think Ruby's natural gluttony helped her keep kinda of true to herself, even if herself is now a goliath squishy blob of red cake and icing.

Scott Pilgrim but if he loses to Ramona's exes he's forcefemmed by all the girls he knows into a wheezing slab of hammy blubber that exists to consume greasy slop by the bucketful and suck fat throbbing gock as the communal failpiggy. Reminded of her failures constantly as she gets railed hard.

Sorry sweetie I know me squeezing your dinner plate-sized nipples like stress balls is zapping what few brain cells you have left into non-existence, reducing your piddly little think-sponge into quivering clay I can do with as I please but...well, there's nothing else to add, you're kinda fucked~!