Game over screen I made for a platformer I submitted to one of Weight Gaming's game jams a while back!

Another traditional piece with some Buu Inflation!

Another traditional sketch, this one featuring a very fat Tauren woman growing even fatter from some cursed armor!

Tifa Trapped

Tifa's lips curled into a lazy smile as she chewed yet another bite of yet another slice of pizza. She must have eaten hundreds of the pies by this point, but each mouthful still tasted so delicious to her, enough to cause her to let out a deep, sublime moan. She didn't seem to realize where she was, the things she was surrounded by, or even the what had happened to her body since she'd gone missing. All that seemed to hold her attention for days, weeks, perhaps months now was that next, greasy, wonderful bite.

At least until he walked through the door.

Tifa's fixation was broken for the first time in a long time as she heard a familiar voice calling her name. She almost didn't bother to look at the speaker as the scent of her meal tempted her again, but she was able to pull her thoughts from it long enough to gaze over her shoulder at the blond haired man who now stared agape at her. Despite knowing him for most of her life, Tifa couldn't recognize him at first, until memories of her dear friend resurfaced through the fog that clouded her mind.

"Cloud…?" Tifa grunted through a mouthful of sauce and cheese, gulping it down as she registered the shocked look on her friend's face, "Is something wrong?"

Something from back when I was messing around with drawing fats traditionally for a little bit, this sketch focused on a very fat Tifa being influenced to eat by some monsters!

A Buu-Inflation sketch that I did for TheRealGingerSnap over on Twitter!

A very fat Renamon butt I drew for integration.bsky.social a while back!

A very fat sceptile that I drew for @/Topo1416 over on Twitter a while back!

Filled Felicia

With the last of the pink ooze slithering down her throat, Felicia let out a thick gasp. Even through the shock of everything that had just happened to her, she could tell that something was horribly wrong. The catgirl's big, white-furred paws still gripped her belly, but now there was so much more belly for them to grab…

"What… What's happened to me?" Felicia moaned in dismay, a much deeper voice echoing around the cavern than she'd remembered.

Felicia could feel her clawed fingers sinking into so much soft, warm flesh and the realization of what she was holding caused her to gasp and let it drop. As she did, her humungous belly bounced and rippled, gravity pulling the heavy rolls of blubber down to jiggle and sway between her flabby thighs. Her gut was so enormous that it stuck out before her, its lower folds nearly touching the floor now that Felicia had let it free from her grasp. If only her stomach had been the only part of her to suffer this growth, her transformation might have been more bearable, but instead it was just the start of it…

As her slimy foe had forced itself past her lips and into her gullet, the rest of the once muscular catgirl began to bloat as well. Felicia's belly might have taken the brunt of the attack on her body, but her ass had been a close second in sheer size and girth. Felicia looked over her shoulder at her titanic ass, still able to see its mighty swell despite having to look over a cascade of back fat just to glimpse it. As her paw subconsciously rested upon her chest, she winced, having realized that that too had swollen from the slime. Both her tits had become engorged enough to sag heavily to the sides of her giant belly, but they were still so dwarfed by such a huge stomach that somehow they still seemed somewhat small, despite being gigantic enough to put even Morrigan to shame…

"How the hell do you even… defend against something like this…?" The now morbidly obese catgirl panted, lifting a flabby paw up before her chubby face, examining the thick fat that hung and swung from her arm. The feline warrior had always been much more used to purely physical brawling. Having to deal with an attack like this that not only bypassed all her martial defenses, but rendered her once athletic and powerful body almost completely useless wasn't just frustrating to Felicia, it was downright cruel!

Slime still trickled past her plump lips and down her chins, but even that was beginning to crawl back towards her mouth, defying gravity just to make sure Felicia had swallowed every last drop of it. Felicia could still feel the ooze that was her opponent still squirming within her, and the thought that her foe was still alive and filling up every inch of her only served to further motivate her into action. She still wasn't sure what the hell she could do, but if she got out of this cave, maybe she could at least go to one of her friends for help.

Slowly, the now massively fat Felicia began to lumber forwards, her massive buttocks wobbling with every step, her belly swinging before her as she moved. A hot blush spread across the catgirl's face as she felt the slime inside her jiggle both of them with its movements. Though she couldn't be sure, she felt almost like it was laughing at her predicament…

don’t accidentally ground your girl

always bring seatbelt extenders!

From Fame to Fat: How Krystal Let Herself Go

This story contains slob, gas, and hints of health issues.

"Her association with team Star Fox would soon make her a household name, and her contributions to defending Corneria and Lylat at large would cement her place in history. Eventually however, all the wealth that would follow such fame would take a heavy toll in many ways for the pilot, and she found herself struggling with a life of pampered luxury during a time when peace was plentiful and mercenary jobs few and far between. Before long, she would wind up in a similar position to many successful Lylatians, plunging headlong into a life of decadent indulgence and ease. Now at nearly 800 pounds, Fay finds herself struggling with the simplest of tasks…"

Krystal snorted as she sat there watching the broadcast, causing herself problems as she nearly gagged on the flow of sweet sludge filling her mouth. In a move that was now akin to instinct, her plump fingers flipped a switch on the nozzle of her feeding tube, shutting the flow of what could loosely be called "dinner" off as she pulled the apparatus from her lips.

"Goodness, that's what she looks like now? Oh my dear, you really went hog wild, didn't you?"

Licking her lips, the blue-furred vixen grinned with smug self-satisfaction as she watched her new guilty pleasure unfold on screen. The camera crew seemed to take sadistic delight in the cocker spaniel's condition, zooming in on her wobbling backside as she struggled to climb a flight of stairs. The next shot was a close-up of the white furred canine's red-tinged face, the interview clearly taken as soon as she'd finished her climb as she was still out of breath.

"It's just… so easy, you know…?" Fay panted into the camera, her eyes never really looking directly at the lens, "To kinda just… lose control? I mean… I was already set for life before the whole Venom thing and we really thought Andross was gone that time… hnnf… uggh… there just wasn't much to do for me but eat I guess, and there's just so much good food these days… you… unnff… you know?"

"Many do know all too well, unfortunately…" The host of the show, a slim gazelle, continued as she stood on a stage among numerous holograms depicting Fay's corpulent form that were soon replaced by a singular holo of a planet, "Thanks to the combination of its rich agricultural resources and the technological advancements enjoyed by many in its more industrialized settlements, a sort of gastronomic renaissance has blossomed especially on Corneria…"

Krystal snickered again as the television program showed before and after holos of Fay, the irony of her amusement somehow lost on the fox. The last Cerinian had herself fallen prey to the culture of excess that her favorite TV show so eagerly exploited, and in many ways she had fallen harder than most… Now pushing a thousand pounds, Krystal had to have been one of the heaviest women on the planet, if not in the entire Lylat System.

Finding herself distracted, her grumbling belly reminded her that she needed to eat, and Krystal began to suckle once again on her feeding hose as she watched. The device it was connected to was able to synthesize hundreds of flavors of processed mush for her to consume, each one more delicious than the last. There was a time where she'd been obsessed with the turkey dinner flavor, drinking nothing else for a week straight, but now strawberry milkshake had taken her fancy. Nutritionally, the slurry was little more than empty calories, its only purpose to fuel the needs of her bulky body and to satisfy the vixen's near-constant hunger. Heavy folds of blubber weighed her down now, pinning her in place to her bed and making most clothing impractical for her. She now didn't bother much with appearances, finding it pointless now that she couldn't even walk without assistance. Bathing was also a chore in the extreme to the fox girl at this point, leaving her fur and hair a filthy mess, and she wore only a set of ill-fitting undergarments that clung to her as much as she clung to what little decency she had left. She hadn't changed out of them in about a week now, the hassle of getting Fox to help her out of them too much for her to really bother…

"Finding herself bored and with little to do, Fay flitted from one dalliance to the next: Painting, dancing, and finally… eating." The host continued, "Within only a couple of years into her newfound retirement Fay began to consume the Cornerian gourmet scene… until it began to consume her."

As she watched and ate, Krystal's eyes began to glaze over. She began to focus less on the television and more on eating itself. Soon her mind was filled with the pure bliss of the act, the taste, the swallowing, the digestion… She started to grab the thick rolls of her belly in her paws, fondling them eagerly and squeezing the soft, doughy flesh. A moan escaped her lips, gurgling past the nozzle and the flow of sustenance as a chill of pleasure shuddered through her corpulent body. Soon though, the pleasure in her belly was replaced with discomfort… Medical and pharmaceutical technology had eased some of the more serious complications that could be reached at more massive levels of obesity, but there were some things that still couldn't be eliminated completely…

"Fay's story is like so many others who have found fame and success across the Lylat System… Stay tuned now to see the reactions of next season's participants as we introduce them to viewers on our live, interplanetary broadcast of 700 Pound Lylat: Celebrity Edition!"

Flicking the off switch on her feeding hose once again, the fox groaned as the discomfort filling her guts grew. The bed beneath her creaked loudly as she leaned forwards, her flabby rolls shifting and pressing against one another to create new folds as she pulled the nozzle from her lips.

"Ughh… come the fuck on…!" Krystal panted between gritted teeth before lifting her tail to release a massive blast of flatulence loud enough to cover the sound of her bedroom door sliding open with a hiss. Krystal moaned with relief as the fart dragged on, the delirium she felt as the pressure was released enough to dampen her already dulled psychic abilities so that she didn't register the presence of the camera crew behind her…

Krystal smiled lazily as her eyes returned to the glowing screen of the television, once again eager to indulge in the shame of others, not knowing that soon she would no longer be able to ignore her own…

"Wonder who the whale they caught this time is…"

Was working some more on practicing a faster style when I took this sketch a bit too far in more ways than one. Hopefully this isn't too much for some of you, though I'm happy with the results of my experimentation. Hope you all enjoy as well!

I can't stop thinking about this post

A basic Krystal sketch I did a while back to practice speed!

A Bloated Blob of Bulma

"Just from one scientist to another…" Majin 21 had said, a vicious grin spreading across her lips, baring her sharp fangs as her red eyes looked over Bulma's body, "How much do you think it's physically possible for one human being to weigh? One thousand pounds? Two thousand? Fifteen thousand?"

The thought had never crossed Bulma Brief's mind before, and she didn't understand what the experimental android was talking about or just how much danger it would put her in within moments until it was too late.

"How about we do a little experiment?" The woman laughed, her grin dripping down her face as her pink, amorphous body began to melt, "Hope you don't mind being my guinea pig!"

"No!" Bulma bellowed as the moments that lead up to her current, perilous situation began to replay through her mind. One second, the majin had launched her liquid body into the air, the next it had arced downward in a plunging parabola before plowing straight down her throat. The following, dreadful moments had been a blur measured in swallows, her throat bulging as Majin 21 pumped herself inside the far weaker human. Within less than a minute, she had ballooned to monstrous size, her body rapidly swelling to house the villainous woman inside of it. Flesh began to engorge, rolls began to form and sag, and the blue-haired woman had gone from thin to morbidly obese in a few mouthfuls and still continued to grow. Only a handful of gulps later and the small tears throughout her jeans and white shirt had widened to ruinous rips, her entire wardrobe bursting from her increasingly corpulent body even as the tidal wave of blubber continued to roll across the grass. By the time the last of the majin had forced herself down the woman's throat, she had become by far the fattest human being to ever live, her body more resembling a pile of dough than anything human at all.

"This can't be happening…" She groaned between heavy breaths.

Malicious laughter began to ripple from deep inside of her monstrously large gut, sending her stomach turning with dread. Bulma suddenly recalled stories her husband had told her of his time fused with Goku when fighting Majin Buu and an instance all too similar to this where the pink monster had forced the fusion to swallow him whole. If such a powerful fighter had to break a sweat just to get a creature like that out of his body, what hope did somebody like her have?

"My, that was fun, wasn't it!" Majin 21 cooed from inside the woman's innards, "Guess that disproved my hypothesis that the human body couldn't survive at such sheer weights! Perhaps further experimentation is in order, wouldn't you say?"

Bulma tried to calm her breathing as she focused on trying to figure a way out of this. She couldn't rely on brute force, so instead she'd just have to tackle this problem with her much greater strengths. Bulma's mind could always get her out of a problem, she just hoped it still could when she was so massively fat that it was the only part of her she had left to exploit…

Here's a pic I've had sitting around for a bit. Wanted to make it a short sequence or something more complex, but for now it's just a nice excuse to practice blob faces similar to the ones G-Nibbles does that I've always like so much. You should check them out if somehow you're here but haven't heard of them and hope you all enjoy this!

Shelf On the Elf

The dark elf propped herself against her staff as she finally crested the hill. Ordinarily the slight incline wouldn't have given the once lithe woman trouble, but that was before her body and fitness had been stolen from her.

As her breathing only became more strained, she knelt carefully towards the ground, all too aware that if she wasn't cautious she might never be able to lift her bulk from the earth again. The girthy rolls of her belly and back shifted against one another obscenely as she maneuvered her corpulent body into a seated position, her bloated buttocks spreading across the dry, cracked ground. Her ass seemed one of the hardest areas hit by the wretched curse she'd been saddled with, an impression barely helped by the tiny thong that did little to cover it. The garment had already been skimpy when she was thin, but at that point her scantily spare armor had given her the advantage of ease of movement, something that was lost completely thanks to the rolls and folds of flesh that now weighed her down. Now the clothing she wore did little but remind her of just how massive she was becoming as the leather chafed and pinched against her slowly but steadily bloating form.

"Damn you witch…" The elf grunted between wheezing breaths as she continued to rest her clumsy, heavy body.

There were so few dark elves left in the world, and at first glance the woman's predicament would seem to have left her worryingly vulnerable as she traveled these dangerous roads. The slight trembling of the nearby thorn bushes and the low growls and shining sets of eyes that emanated from their shadowed tangles would hint otherwise however, the dark elf's greatest strength, her command over the mightiest beasts of the wild, remaining firm even if the same couldn't be said for her body…

She had hoped that the two muscular panthers that she traveled with would have been more than enough to handle the old hag that had tried to scam her out of her purse of gold. Unfortunately, as so often happens in this world, magic has a way of not playing fair. Before her pets could even strike, the witch had vanished into the cold night, but not before leaving a most wretched hex upon the skinny elf… one that would make her little more than a parody of her species' graceful athleticism.

The dark elf beastmaster hadn't bothered with finding the witch at first, the nature of the curse upon her so insidiously slow-acting that nothing had seemed wrong at first. As the days had passed however and her body had begun to engorge ceaselessly, it became clear to the elf that she'd been burdened with a terrible and inevitable demise…

Gritting her teeth sharply, the woman pushed herself again to her feet using her crystal staff, her knees trembling as she did so. Moving about was getting harder by the day, and the beastmaster was running out of time. She needed to find the witch soon, maybe beg for her forgiveness and the removal of this terrible spell. If she didn't find her soon, then she might become too fat to move, perhaps even too fat to breed. There were so few of her kind left now, and for her bloodline to fall to such an underhanded hex would have been a failure much too humiliating for her to stomach…

The Dark Elf Beastmaster from Dragon's Crown, except she is very fat!

Content Warning: Story contains slob, gas, extreme weight gain and forcefeeding.

Another thick, chocolatey mouthful was swallowed, the wolfess hardly spending a moment to lick the greasy frosting from her lips before cramming another slice into her maw. A belch rumbled past her plump lips, wetting them as the gas spluttered from her gullet, crumbs and drool spilling over her flabby double chin. The expulsion broke the woman out of her daze momentarily, creating a gap in the cycle of endless gluttony that she knew would quickly be filled with more fattening cake.

How long had she been eating? It was hardly the first time she had wondered this, but it was a question she could never answer. Not until she was free. The only method Johanna had of measuring her time in this ceaseless purgatory of mastication was her slowly growing corpulence. She took stock of her bloated body, comparing how big she was now to her size the last time she had been able to concentrate on anything else beyond stuffing her face. She had completely outgrown her clothing, from her sturdy leather armor down to her simple undergarments, but that had been long ago. She felt sure that she hadn't had that extra belly roll before, but she couldn't remember for certain. She was still seated upon her massive, fleshy buttocks that spilled across the floor behind her, crushing the remains of the chair that had given up on her weight a few hundred pounds ago. Her footpaws could reach the floor still, but she wasn't sure she could still stand... She hadn't really tried. Just as the thought occurred to her, her preternatural hunger returned, and Johanna found her flabby paws once more reaching for the cake before her. Her ears drooped as the gluttonous curse took hold of her once more, its clawed grasp seizing her fate again and pulling it under a ruinous sea of sugar and lard. Johanna's despair was quashed again by the pure sweet taste of hedonistic indulgence and her worries melted like the frosting that coated her tongue... Johanna moaned loudly as she leaned against the surface of the table, the bare wood cold against her fat, naked breasts abd belly as her claws raked deep grooves into the grain. Gas once again erupted from the enormous woman's body, this time thundering from a rear so fat each cheek could outweigh an entire person. The wolfess panted as the last of the gas left her, mind suddenly clearing again at the unexpected sensation. She pressed her feet firmly down towards the ground, but found that they now could not touch... Had she already outgrown her last chance at freedom so quickly? "No, dammit!" The trenendously obese wolfess groaned, already drooling as she gazed at the fresh cake that had again appeared before her, another in an unending line that led straight down her gullet, "Have to... hnnngh...! Have to...! Eat..." Johanna Thunderpaw reached greedily for her next slice of cake. Her own desire to escape was once again washed away by the alien, yet inevitable desire to fill her endlessly expanding belly as much as she possibly could...

A quick sketch and short story with Johanna eating some totally normal cake!

A Masterpost for my Octummber 2020 sketches! Did a sketch a day for most of October that year on a very small sketchbook using a ballpoint pen and sometimes colored pencils if I felt like it. Hope y'all like!