GrowinLikeGator

@growinlikegator.bsky.social

18+ only! No age or "18+" listed = block | 28 | She/her | #fatfur ✨🐊 | Avatar/banner: @vaguecreature/@parallaxabn

#fatfur Gold dragon idol picked up by an explorer. It whispers a possible fate it sees for them: immobilized and worshiped as a dragon. Blushing because deep down they want it. Filling a room. Arms too thick to lift. Praised for their size. They ask the idol to make it real, already feeling heavier

#fatfur Gator exploring ruins. Touches a tiny dragon idol. Within seconds, her belly spills down the stone altar, she can't see past her chest, and her wide rear is wedged between columns on either side. Struggling against her obscenely thick body. Hoping someone finds her and feeds—er, rescues her

#fatfur Gator finds a pile of gold in a cave, a dazzling amulet perched on top. He puts it on. He magically fattens until he collapses onto the pile with a lurching wobble, frame utterly buried in blubber. Kobolds emerge from behind the gold, shocked anyone fell for that, welcoming their new dragon

#fatfur #nsfw An hour of the gator laboriously shifting his sweaty rolls to find the best position to shove the vibrating wand a foot deep into his fupa, barely reaching deep enough, all for a single minute of getting off building to him throbbing against the hot, buttery fat swallowing his length

#fatfur 1/7 Gator takes a milkmaid job. Doesn't want to work with cows, but the money is eye-watering and meals are provided. He didn't know the job was literal. Ends up in a skimpy cow print uniform wobbling in high heels dusting an aristocrat's mansion, embarrassingly loud cowbell around his neck

Happy Flat/Fat Fuck Friday and National Alligator Day! ✨🐊 Gators are a keystone species. Please don't expect them to behave like mammals. They deserve your (distant) respect. Love and peace! ✌️ P.S. This is your sign to make a gator OC! Spread the gator agenda! I mean, spread the *love*!

#fatfur Casting a spell on an immobile dragon prince so he can lurch through the halls without collapsing into a heap of blubber, only for the spell to wear off after he ends up in the royal larder wheezing around fistfuls of pastries and butter. Begging you to cast it again before he's discovered