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@lunarsolmoth

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Sol@lunarsolmoth· 20d

the outside perspective on blob corruption is so essential. someone needs to walk into your house all concerned, hearing ominous crunching and belching, and find you as a colossal pile of jiggling, growing fat, stuffing your face into an entire cake and looking up at them with dazed, gluttonous eyes

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 20d

hypno, nsfw hypnovisored pizzablob... their visor constantly ordering them massive stacks of pizza to wolf down uncontrollably, a swirling black hole of gluttony who's always swelling fatter and hungrier. rewarded for permagorging by being commanded to cum into their fupa for every order devoured

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 20d

in a mood where i just want to let people inflict whatever kink things they want on me

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 20d

there's so much i need to write but i can never bring myself to just sit down and actually do it. gggghhhhhh

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 20d

need to descend into uncontrollable gorging. sloppily double-fisting food into my mouth, belly roaring for more even while it spills out into a tidal wave of room-straining fat. unable to control myself, unable to stop eating myself more enormous, until all i can think of is feasting and fattening..

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 20d

massive flabby arms... fattening up so thick they burst out of your sleeves, bloated out with enough blubber that they're huger than the average torso. greedily grabbing at anything in their decreasing range to haul to your mouth, until they get swaddled in pillowy craters too deep to see your paws

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 21d

the softest, most corruptive pampering... gentle paws stroking your belly as it quivers and fattens into an overflowing sea of lard, praise whispered into your ear for every meal gobbled down and every ton of flab filling you out into beautiful immensity, until you can't stop feasting and thickening

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 21d

LRP: whenever i comment on art or stories, i always try to identify specific things i liked about them. this is great because it both makes the other person super excited that you caught what they were going for and lets you refine your own taste / sense of what you enjoy most in kink stuff

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 21d

oh to be a restaurant-filling gluttonous landslide of flab, gorging on everything waiters press into your mouth in between belches thunderous enough to send your blubber wobbling... fattening over the course of the night from a normal patron into an immense, rippling lardpile who can't stop eating

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 22d

moth who's been stuck for a full week on being corrupted into mindlessly, ravenously eating everything and swelling with every bite into a towering mass of lardbulk, who just barely has enough mobility left in his pillowy blubber-laden arms to sloppily bring food to his maw before belching for more

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 28d

gas ah, bird... will she ever stop bloating up into a gigantic farting berry

Where was she even being taken? Did they have a juicer? God, she hoped so. Gage felt gargantuan- much, much more berry than bird, a living ocean of juice that existed to be filled up to her limits. She couldn't tell how much larger she was than normal. It was hard to even think past the haze of wet pleasure, the bursts of bliss when she erupted with gas, and the occasional spike of panicked embarrassment when she realized she was bloating up in front of so many people.

Endlessly, Gage was rolled. Deeper and deeper into the factory's depths, farther than she had thought it extended, and straining bigger all the time. Grunting, the berry put active force into the now-constant gas blast she was expelling. At least farting was clearing out some room in her colossal, orblike mass of a body...

...And given the creaking she was starting to feel, she wasn't sure how much of said room she had left.

Sol@lunarsolmoth· 28d

nsfw awwwww! what a cute needy dragonpet :)

Throb. Throb. Throb.

Luna whined from their spot filling out the couch, a needy noise that barely sounded fitting from a dragon's mouth. Their cock pulsed against their thick, plush gut, massive enough to fill the space between their huge thighs and reach almost up to their chin. It demanded attention, throbbed bigger every time it wasn't given what it wanted, but Luna wasn't allowed to touch. Not without permission.

A vibrator had been fitted around their dick's enormous base to drive the pet dragon further into unsatisfied need. Periodically, it would pulse, and Luna's length would send a shockwave of pleasure through them that rendered them even more nonfunctional than they already were. Speaking of which- zzzznnn.

Mindlessly, Luna reached for their length with their flab-laden arms, desperate. But an instinct stronger than the primal need for release stopped them. They weren't allowed. They weren't allowed. Their whine intensified, paws hovering an inch from their needy cannon. They could feel the warmth radiating off it.

"Aww, does my cute draggy need some help?"

Luna's ears perked up at their master's voice. Their whine grew more intense, more desperate, now that they knew there was a chance of them actually getting off. A drop of precum the size of a baseball formed at their tip.

"Shh, shh, shh. It's okay." Luna's master mounted the dragon's immensely fat lap. "You know I'm here to take care of you." Their voice held a teasing lilt- they had been the one to fit the vibrator in the first place, and the one to set the rule. But the amused words were like an oasis to Luna. They needed to be played with so badly.

"Thaaaaaaat's a good pet..." Paws touched the sides of their colossal cock. Luna was so hypersensitive that they could feel every groove on their master's pads, every little brush of movement as they started to run up and down. Luna's gigantic length was being stroked lovingly, carefully. It wasn't worship; this pleasuring wasn't for someone superior. Instead, it had a playful feel to it, like the goal was to keep Luna on the very edge for as long as possible instead of letting them explode into release like they needed. The feelings lit Luna's senses up like white-hot electricity pumped straight into them, a thousand times more intense than the vibrator had been.

It was too much. They couldn't take it. Luna tried to cover their face with their paws, blocking both their own sight and their crimson blush.

But that was a mistake. "Ah, ah." Their master's chiding voice came from below. "You know the rules. Paws on your gut."

Immediately, with instinctive obedience, Luna's dragonpaws snapped from their former spot to their pillowy belly. The dragon had transcended desperate, embarrassed need into a haze of dissociative bliss. As if in a dream, they began to knead their own flab, working it in an almost pre-programmed pattern. Their mouth lolled open from the combined sensations between this automatic self-pleasing and their master's continued stroking.

"Theeeeere you go... That's much better, isn't it?" It was. It was so much better. Squish stroke press throb throb throb. "Good little draggy." Luna's master straddled the massively fat dragon, wrapping both arms around their shaft. "Now, I think your next hit should be in 3... 2... 1..."

Zzzznnnn. Forgotten in the bliss of their master's touch, the vibrator wrapped around Luna's cock pulsed again. It was enough to push them over the edge.

"RRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH." A truly draconic roar escaped their lolled-open snout as they erupted. Their master kept working their length, smiling smugly, while Luna pumped out load after load of pent-up dragon cum. They felt like they were being washed away in their own current, thighs and belly quivering from the intensity of the orgasm.

Eventually, it subsided, the ceiling and walls of the room painted white. But Luna still felt paws running up and down their dribbling length. "Rrr?" They let out an inquisitive chirrup.

"I hope you didn't think we were done just because you came once, pet. I'm having a lot of fun! Hard."

With that immediate instinct, Luna's cock bounced back to full arousal, the dragon moaning as endorphins flooded them. More. Needed more. More...

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jul 12

nsfw, hypno, slob and of course, if you're going shameless self-indulgence mode, you have to go all the way. a sweaty, jiggling mountain of pure hedonism, pumping out corruptive farts to bloat others as gigantic and productive as you and make them into factories of their own...

#nsfw #hyper #cock #balls #slob #gas #fart #farting #hypno #hypnosis

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jul 12

hypno non-hyper alt of the above

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jul 12

nsfw, hypno sometimes you have to go all-out on shameless self-indulgence and become a gargantuan factory feeding yourself more enormous in an endless loop. with your space dragon crush. 🎨: @aspiffygoat.bsky.social, thanks so much! two alts in thread

#nsfw #hyper #cock #balls #hypno #hypnosis

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jul 4

belch/fart inflation

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jul 4

butt, belly, or boobs/moobs. curious as to other people's rankings on this

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jul 4

u-mos and samus fartblobs; societal WG superpower

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jul 4

rauru thoughts

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 26

fattening forcefem

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 26

which of my sonas would make you a godblob; society-wide workforce blobs

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 23

nsfw discovering the strain of lipidomegaly that makes you really really bottom heavy

All his new flab was sensitive, too. The throbbing, overgrown bulge hidden under his overflowing apron of gut attested to that. Sketch could feel every pound of the weight... the warmth, the heft, the cool concrete scraping gently against his mass, the way all his rolls pressed against each other. Every little sensation poured into him like raindrops into a reservoir, lighting up every pleasure center in his brain.

A teal blush tinged Sketch's cheeks at the train of thought. Throb. His fat wasn't the only thing that had bloated up in the growth surge, and his modesty was only barely preserved in front of the crowd that had gathered behind the cordon. All the warm flab pressing down on his multi-foot pillar of cock didn't help matters. If he grew a little more, he might-

Slosh. Uh oh.

Sketch's blubber pumped bigger. Hundreds of pounds of fat settled onto his rear, making it spill out another few feet. And then another few. It quickly thickened to the size of an entire car, his cheeks wobbling as they grew into enormity. They were so gigantic that they loomed up behind his head. His belly followed in their footsteps, becoming a living landslide, new rolls billowing it out into a mountainous beast of a gut.

Unnfff... it was hard to contain his need. Good thing the scientists were distracted. Sketch clenched his jaw, feeling his cock stretch and thicken. It pulsed eagerly underneath his belly, delving further into the warm bulk of his own flab like he was his own toy. If he wasn't careful, if he couldn't rein himself in, he might cum just from the feeling of sloshing up fatter.

Then Sketch realized something worse: his lower half was enveloping him. He was sinking into a sloshing sea of blubber, ass swelling up behind him and belly bloating up in front of him, leaving him trapped in a canyon of his own fat. "Help- ohgnnnhhhh..."

His cry for assistance was cut off by a moan. His cock had finally pumped up huge enough to peek out beneath his ocean of gut, and the breeze was enough stimulation to blank his thoughts for a moment. He was truly massive now; his enormous bulk had started to eclipse some of the buildings around, flooding toward the edge of the cordon the scientists had set up.

Sketch tried again- "H-helpuhhh..." This time he was cut off by the gigantic mass of his own flab as it enveloped him in its warm embrace. In moments, his upper half was buried in growing lard, his belly rising up to take any space it could and his ass so massive that its bulk drooped down over his head from where it loomed. There was no way any sound could get past the wall of blubber; it was possible even light wouldn't be able to enter the cave of himself soon.

"Mmphhh..." The dragon couldn't help but nuzzle his snout into his own overflowing fat. It felt so warm. So good. He felt so good. He needed to-

SPLOOOOOSH. The tip of his dick, larger than a city bus, let loose. A flood of dragon cum gushed past what was left of the cordon, flowing into the streets. But Sketch was too lost in bliss to feel anything like shame. At this point, he just wanted more... and his body didn't seem to be stopping. With any luck, his ass would bloat bigger than this entire city...

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 22

cw slob gas fart farting now we know why sol's transforming

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 18

cw slob gas fart farting erupting out from behind them and billowing through their temple like incense, epi's gas tempts their worshippers on further into gluttony, bloating them up with divine fat. and of course, they don't care about making themselves a sweaty, greasy mess while they gorge...

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 18

epi lounges in their temple, a building-filling mountain of indulgent blubber. while followers below praise their bulk and feast themselves into immobility in their name, the godblob bunny oversees everything, ensuring the utmost hedonism... 🎨: @princesscarnival.bsky.social, thank you! alts below

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 18

blueberry, some gas ozma's having a great time exploring her partner epi's divine realm! although with her newest choice of snack, "exploring" might turn into "swelling up and sloshing" pretty quickly... 🎨: @princesscarnival.bsky.social, thanks so much!

#blueberry #inflation #gas #fart #farting

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 17

navel exploration time... (3/4)

Mmph. You're doing so well, pet. I know how much you're enjoying this... Even beyond how enthusiastically you're working that cute cock. Their throaty chuckle is a shockwave of bliss spreading through your mind. You groan, grinding your hips against the wall of growing blubber in front of you, still stroking. My presence was meant to draw in those who want it most. Those who would see a feasting, growing embodiment of indulgence and find it irresistible. Find me beautiful. It's as if a claw is stroking your cheek tenderly. The rest is simply... lowering your inhibitions.

Unbidden, your tongue flicks out from your mouth, lapping at Celeste's blubber. They give a little coo of surprised bliss in your head. Ooh! Such eager worship... I like you, little pet.

Perhaps... you'd like to worship someplace else? They pull your attention to their navel, towering above you. My belly hungers for more than food. The depths of my navel itch for your touch; my tons of blubber wait there for you. They need attention. Praise. Your love.

Yes. Yes. The pace of your masturbation increases from a quick, steady stroke to frantic enthusiasm at the thought. Celeste giggles at your response. Well, then. Unable to even walk in your haze of self-pleasure, you feel yourself picked up by an unseen force, ferried up to their gargantuan, cavernous navel.

You're summarily shoved into the depths of Celeste's belly. Still held by their psychic power, it's like you're their toy, to play with as they see fit. You've been that the whole time, of course, but you haven't felt it as strongly as you do now, held against the sloshing walls of their navel by an irresistible force to kiss and knead and jerk off to them. The thought makes you moan breathlessly. You need them. You need to be theirs so badly.

"Hahhhnnn..." You stuff your face into their flabby depths, lapping desperately at the immense wall of blubber in front of you. It's so hot in here, Celeste's immense body heat radiating from every direction. They're still clearly eating, still growing larger; the flab around you is glorping and thickening. Lard billows around your face, encouraging you to sink deeper into it.

What an excellent pet you make... So obsessed with my navel. Would you like to go deeper?

Slowly, Celeste pushes you further into their fat gut as you worship. You're grateful; it means you can experience all the flab they have to offer. Please all of their enormity. You press into and squeeze and lick and grind against their blubbery navel walls, their stomach burbling and swelling outwards even while you delve deeper.

Eventually, after a pleasurable eternity, the walls slope inward, leading you to the deepest layer of their belly. The end of their navel. There's no light here, but you can feel Celeste's tons of flab sloshing all around you, completely surrounding you. Welcoming you as deep into them as you can go.

Upon knowing their belly has swallowed you up entirely, you're overcome with lust. There's no way you can control yourself anymore. Spreading yourself up against the sloshing "floor", you spread your arms as far as they'll go, enveloping it in your embrace. It's only a tiny portion of Celeste's enormous mass, but it's enough to worship. And then your hips start grinding against it.

The touch of their blubber on your cock is like silken sheets after a hard day of work. It's so soft, so yielding. You can't help but hump into the divinely flabby mass of Celeste's belly, faster and faster, harder and harder.

That's it... Fuck my fat gut, pet. Celeste sounds worked up themselves, although you can barely understand them in your lustful haze. Be swallowed up by it, body and mind. You belong to my fat now.

You mash your hips into Celeste's endless expanse of bulk. It squishes into you lovingly, Celeste holding you down with their psychic power to keep you worshipping them properly. It's like you're grinding into the entire ocean, every jiggling wave specifically designed to drive you further and further into insatiable need.

A breathless moan escapes your mouth as you're finally allowed to erupt into orgasm. You spill your pent-up seed into the depths of Celeste's immense navel for what feels like entire minutes, the feeling so heavenly you've ascended to another plane. For their part, Celeste encourages you. That's a good pet... You've earned your reward. Empty yourself into me. They hold you still while you writhe in bliss, invisible claws gently running over your scalp while you pump and pump and pump.

Eventually, your climax peters out. Static fills your head; the all-consuming need that defined your existence for a while has receded, leaving a pleasurable void in its place. You feel utterly drained.

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 17

oops! you're celeste's belly worshipper now (2/4)

Still fervently pumping at the sight of their gigantic bulk, their overwhelming presence, you manage a nod. You receive a mental chuckle in return. That's good. I've been craving some entertainment. It seems you like my body, little pet. The jiggling tons of lard I've built up. Don't you?

"Y-yes," you force out. "Please. Please." Even you aren't sure what you're begging for. Release?

But they know what you need. Good pet. You can come a little closer. Drink me in.

You stagger forward, still pumping at your needy cock with one paw. It's like you're on strings; their voice fills you, allowing you slight control of your body as long as you're going where it wants you to. Luckily, you both want to go to the same place: the base of their blubbery expanse.

Approaching the wall of pure white fat Celeste's belly has become, you feel their body heat even standing a foot away. They're so warm. Their temperature radiates into your loins, lighting your dick on fire with ecstasy. God, you can feel yourself getting closer as you pump with the belly so nearby. You're right on the edge, about to explode. Except–

Awwww. You think you can cum without paying tribute first? That's cute.

You whine. You need to spill your seed so badly, but it's like you physically can't cum. Not without their permission, at least. Shove your face in, pet. Enjoy yourself.

Desperate to please, you press your face into Celeste's gelatinous mass, sinking into the yielding blubber. God, they're so soft; it's like they're a living mattress, one that just keeps on going as far as you can reach. Squirming into them is the most natural thing in the world.

Mmm... I can feel you. A good start. But keep going. My flab could use some kneading. Celeste's voice hums approval into your head, which you drink down eagerly. You reach one arm out in a kind of hug, trying to grasp as much of their ever-flowing white lard as you can. It's a big job to do on its own, but it's necessary. Your other paw can't move from frantically pleasing your cock to Celeste's enormity.

With your one arm, you grope at the lardmountain in front of you. Their fat is like putty in your grip; you feel it seeping into the gaps between your paws, filling all the space it can. You squeeze it, both with your paws and your one-armed embrace, the blubber yielding to your worship. A soft groan fills your head. Yessss...

A psychic force shoves you deeper into their fat. Sinking into the warm embrace of many tons of blubber, lust nearly overwhelms you. Some of it's your own, but you can tell some of it is Celeste's, spilling over into your head. Regardless of the source, there's only one solution: worship. No amount of stroking yourself will bring you to climax, only indulging Celeste's endless lard.

You hear that mechanical whir from the tubes start up again. It seems you've made Celeste hungry. Pressed so close against them, every gulp is like an earthquake to you. GLLP... GLLP... Waves ripple through their flab, shaking you from the force of so many tons of fat shifting. You cling on, still kneading them obediently and jacking off.

As Celeste eats, you can also feel them growing even fatter. You're pushed back by the tide of lard pumping their gut even more gargantuan. There's no way it should be possible for a person to grow so quickly, but Celeste feels like less of a person and more of a force of nature. Or rather, a part of the landscape, a mountain meant to swell and bloat with fatty bulk until it takes up its rightful place towering over everything else. Pure flabby mass billows out into your grip, and you squeeze it lovingly, utterly consumed with tending to it.

Their belly begins to spill over you. There's no getting out of the tidal wave's way; your need to worship it is physical. All you can do is let the white blubber slowly, gently push you over. Warm weight floods over your paws, your legs. Your cock throbs as blubber weighs down against it. Still worshipping, your arms are soon pinned by Celeste's vastness, squishing into the pawfuls of blubber they can reach without moving. Before long, your head is the only part of you exposed to fresh air, and then your face is summarily buried in a landslide of lard.

Hundreds, even thousands of pounds of overpowering fat pile up on top of you. Despite the immense weight, you're only crushed to your ability to handle; maybe Celeste is keeping some of it back. You don't know. You're simply being smothered in warm, jiggling flab, delirious with bliss.

You're only saved from permanent burial by Celeste pulling you out telekinetically. They stand you up like a doll, this time perched on their bottom belly roll instead of left on the floor for them to swell over. Although you can barely tell where you are in your daze. All you know is the bliss of being so close to Celeste and the constant, throbbing need burning in your dick. Your paw moves back down to it instinctively to stroke. More. More.

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 17

hypno, nsfw porting this story to bluesky! if you like shoving your face into fat folds bigger than your whole body, delving into navel caves, and humping walls of blubber while being coaxed on telepathically, please enjoy the following (🧵, 1/4)

What confirms your gut feeling is the noise from atop the blubbermountain. Tubes run along the ceiling, leading from vats along the walls of the warehouse to the peak of the white mound. All of them emanate a mechanical whir. They're pumping something into the mountain, something impossible to see through the opaque tubes. And going along with that whirring is the much more organic sound of gulping. Huge, gluttonous swallows are audible from the top, the mound of lard seemingly drinking from the tubes in a neverending chug. Occasionally, they pause for a moment, followed by a BRRRROUUURRPPP or HUURRRPPPPPP that resonates throughout the building.

With what you inherently knew now verified, you're able to look at the mountain in a whole new light. That gelatinous, shifting pile of rolls with a cavern in its center is actually a colossus of a belly. It's growing larger, fuller, with every swallow the blob takes. Those twin peaks rising higher than where the head must be are enormous wobbling asscheeks, so huge they could each outsize a house. That cascading pile of thick rolls on either side are bloated love handles.

That gut you noticed is notably tremendous. A deep, flab-smothered navel stands out as its centerpieces, surrounded by rolls and rolls of blubber. It seems endlessly vast and deep; if you were to venture inside the cavernous navel, you would be lost in a sea of fat in seconds. The entire belly gently swells bigger as the blob feasts, a feat you're not sure should be possible. It's already so impossibly huge.

So absorbed in the sight, you hardly notice that your paw has instinctively traveled down to the space between your legs. You brush past the fabric of your underwear, paw wrapping around your cock. Nothing feels real right now; you're in a haze of sheer presence and sensuality. Touching yourself, satisfying your need, feels only natural in such a presence.

You're already hard, of course. The sight of the belly before you had seen to that the moment you laid eyes on it. Your cock throbs deliciously as you take in each and every pound. Pump. Pump. Working at it is so easy, so necessary. There's much sensual fat in front of you. The way it wobbles and swells is inherently erotic; you need it to bloat even bigger.

Oh, hello. I didn't notice you there, cute little thing.

The blob doesn't stop their continuous feasting. But they do acknowledge you, with a voice in your head you're only faintly surprised by the existence of. You get the impression of a huge, toothy maw grinning at you. A snout once sharp and elegant, now bloated by indulgence. I am Celeste. Did you feel me in this place? Were you drawn to me?

Sol@lunarsolmoth· Jun 17

New story up on FA! When you're drawn into a warehouse containing a massive blobmountain, you find your day might just end with you being shoved into the depths of that blob's navel, worshipping their jiggling tons of fat, and mindlessly cumming about it. Read: www.furaffinity.net/view/65372245/