no time to celebrate bowser day when we have a show to start

do /not/ let the toon mafia see your ID, they can and will draw on it and before you can stop them, you'll be a 4'0" 600 lb shortstack raccoon girl

i know there's a bunch of toxi gator designs around but here's more, i kinda like blue

shark week shark week

what the heck happened

if a huge blubbery anubis jackal hipchecks you, that’s just how they apply the touch of gluttony and you’re going to look just like them in about a week

i was only supposed to be a roomba for a week, what is this about roombas being illegal now and my turn-back deal being invalidated??

presses down on the tent in your pants and it squishes to a null bulge and your junk gets permanently displaced as extra snout mass

you can’t hide your new huge fat sloshing udder forever, your friends will see it eventually and they’ll definitely make fun of you for it

your first month as a toon really shapes what kind of character you become take a single edible? you'll end up a stoner character eat one more slice of pizza than your friends? you'll be a fat character misspell a word once? oops, you're a dumb character

it’s shark week! better find a pool to hop in or a bathtub to chill in because those gills are growing in fast

CW: Blueberry Kinda got inspired and had to throw it out really quick (trying out drawing a blueberry TF for the first time) #GooslyArt

More to love! 🐊🤍✨ ko-fi.com/c/a91302dd42 A wing-it com for @/intoxicat2 on FA! Thank you so much for your support !💕☺️ #WG #Cartoon #TF #Transformation #Gator

turned into a three headed hellhound as the middle head with no limb control and the other two heads are ruthless feeders who use their demonic doggy powers to make you eat gluttonously and endlessly

all of your friends unanimously agree you look better as a big blubbery owl nerd in cute sweater vests, you can hoot and squawk all you want but majority rules

your couch tf is sofa king permanent

smart-mouthed weasel toon that only you can see who insists he’s just your imaginary friend but by the time you catch on to his actual plan, it’s too late and you’re stuck as the weasel in the toonworld while he gets to take your place with the perfect impression of you

reality warps your casual cutesy gaming stream into a live trucking stream and you turn into a greasy fat boar that won't stop shoveling down snacks and ranting with your maw full

who needs sunglasses when you have fat blobby face cheeks that block your eyes from the sun (and everything else)

frustrated magician fails to hypnotize you into clucking on stage so they just turn you into a fat giant chicken with their real magic wand instead

if your friends can guess which pair of sloshy fox tits you are on the multiboobed foxtaur witch, she’ll supposedly turn you back but she’ll say wrong no matter what because she doesn’t even remember which pair you are

you ever think about being fatter? big plump cheeks, big hefty belly, soft hanging arms, jiggling thighs, walking with a waddle, getting sweaty after short walks, needing two seats wherever you sit, knowing you’ll never diet or exercise enough to lose this weight i think about it a lot

just become a permaberry, the blue/purple tint looks good on you and it's really not that life changing if you remember to get juiced every morning

air based curse that starts with giving you cute little burps but it gradually makes you feeling more and more bloated with a rounder and rounder body until you’re a stupid ballooning sphere waddling around going “buUUAARRRPPpp” every 12 seconds

gaming studios have teamed up with fast food businesses to add subliminal and hypnotic messages to their games to encourage gamers to stuff their faces with their food and it’s working, fast food stocks are skyrocketing almost as fast as your bmi

turned into a cobblestone brick in a new tf vr mmo game, the easiest-to-avoid transformation, knowing you can just reroll a new character and take it seriously with your next one but then the creator of the game appears in town to tell everyone they’re trapped in the game and all forms are final

late night puff up

gatordoodle

feeling your new fat face and squeezing your new doughy body in front of your mirror testing your new voice and being a bit alarmed when it isn’t your own you don’t know how, but you’re a complete copy now of that fat furry’s page you were ogling at last night

pressures you to drink my addictive estrogen gainer shakes until you’re the perfect couchbound girlfriend (i make them just for you so you’re obligated to finish every one)