#readyplayerziggy

[pudgy-planets]

Is she ordering from a different place each time?

@readyplayerziggy

“Y-yeah, sure… Let’s go with that… Definitely.”

She called the same place three times in a row. They blocked her number, but the trans-girl need for pizza on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs supersedes even that of tax evasion.

Omareki currently has 50 pounds of pizza and 750 pounds of delivery boy stewing in her powerful furnace for a stomach. She’s not even sure where the craving came from-

#muse: omareki #readyplayerziggy #kink tag: vore

[substantial-gains]

@readyplayerziggy

"WHY are you dipping your breasts into the wine barrels? That brand is not typically served with creme, Beibei."

Very jealous girlfriend, wants all the titty for herself. So she will gently lift said tits from the crushed wine barrel tops she just dropped them on-

#readyplayerziggy #m/use: raiden shogun #dating comes with nicknames she will not stop

[doughyduo]

A thought occurs. If there's only one Yuzu, does that mean she's a girlfailure across every universe?

...she refuses to comment.

#readyplayerziggy #Muse: Yuzu

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

"Y-y'all realize that if this keeps up, I actually am gonna get f-fat, right? I mean... I get that's your goal and all but still."

#gainprincess #readyplayerziggy

[gainprincess]

"...3. Doesn't... everyone...?"

She's oblivious to the fact that despite everyone else eating when she does, they are not ONLY having those meals.

#muse: lui #readyplayerziggy

[gluttonemporium]

Belch Practice Meme

To see how often a muse practices their belches in private and for what kind of volume. Never | Once in a blue moon | Once per month | Every couple of weeks | Once per week | Daily basis | Multiple times per day Quiet as the void of space | Heavily muffled | Somewhat audible | Noticeable | Regular volume | Turns every head on the street | Noise complaint | Sets off car alarms | Legally classified as sonic weaponry Can also state where they practice and for what purpose.

#submission #wow #i didn't expect someone to make a whole ass meme for this! #readyplayerziggy

[corpulentcarbs]

@nevermindtheweights

Kawakami, my gassy slobby beloved <3

“Old habits tend to never die.”

One of the many reasons why she’s people’s favorite teacher.

@gainprincess

Sumire is a HUGE fan of both

“It’s a given I suppose, and Sumire’s seems to get bigger each appointment.”

@fatgirlsdotcom

Kawakami being well versed in teaching gas giants, considering she's belching up a storm each and every class

“That’s very untrue.”

No matter how much she denies it it’s very true.

@readyplayerziggy

Her desk is crammed to bursting with greasy takeout bags before second bell. And Tae’s labcoat doesn’t go past her with how wide her hips are.

Kawakami looking at the pile of fast food bags she has to get through, and tends to extend into night time.

It’s hard not to hear the doctor huff while wobbling around the room and when she’s giving you recommendations for a diet when she desperately needs one herself.

#ic #Kawakami #Tae #nevermindtheweights #gainprincess #fatgirlsdotcom #readyplayerziggy

[wii-are-not-fit]

"Uuuhh hi? I'm Ishmael. And I don't know how I got here. Cause I was literally on a bus like 5 minutes ago???"

"Well then, Great to meet you Ishmael! It's a real mystery how you came here from a bus that I didn't see stop by anywhere... But that's alright, because either way, you're in the right place." It seemed like God was having their daily experimentation with the debug menu again, because man oh man... Things could only get bad from here now that the trainer had a new person she could show off her baking skills to.

#muse: wii fit trainer #readyplayerziggy

[lustfulchaldea]

So how did Baobhan finally get Percival to, as the youths say, 'take her to Poundtown'?

Did she finally craft an innuendo that reached his brain or did she just stand in his room wearing nothing but her heels and a sign that says 'Fold me in half and fuck me like a life depends on it. Because it does.'

The thing Sith has learned about men is that they're never ones to take what's offered, unless it's when you're not being genuine. She's offered so many of them the same thing she's offering Percival, just with a 'your head goes in my collection after' bit implied, and all of them ate it up like candy.

However, when she's throwing herself at Percival in a way that she'd usually find incredibly humiliating, practically begging him to dick her down like she's some common whore, no strings or conditions attached, he doesn't take the bait even a little! It's an embarrassing blow to her pride as a woman, sure, but it's mostly her pride as a seductress in particular that's taken a hit.

Though, given who Percival is, perhaps she should've expected the resistance.

Holy Knight of the Dove, Knight of the Round Table, and just generally nice and upstanding guy...Usually, not the person she'd even go for to begin with, especially now. She's no stranger to fucking whoever she wants, but something about Percival makes her chase him. What is it?

Is it the fact that she's straight, and the other two men in Chaldea are that shrimp of a doctor and Mandricardo, while Percival is...well, a giga-ripped hunk? No, that's not it. Sith knows she's pickier than that, and she knows his face vaguely from Fae Britain anyhow, which would usually drive her lust for someone into the negatives.

She's very unsure about it, but she decides to brush off that feeling. She wants the dick, he can give her the dick, and she needs a better plan. Then, she realizes.

If showing these off isn't enough...maybe he needs more...stimulus. They're contained a bit, after all, and even as skimpy as she's made it for the purpose of seducing him, it's not all the way. Maybe...maybe there's no more time for the game. The hunt. Maybe it's time for a direct approach.

If she does this, she runs the risk of ruining her entire reputation as a seductress, to the point that it may never recover. She runs the risk of embarrassing herself because of a human, all because of this burning heat inside her is unquenchable and unreachable by any means that aren't a Grail Knight's massive dick screwing her brains out until she's comatose.

Normally, if something had this much of a risk of embarrassment, she'd either just flat-out not do it or ask her mother. Asking her mother about sexual advice, and sexual advice that was relevant to a Knight of the Round Table at that, was probably not very smart, though. At worst, it could end up starting the feud back up again.

But.

She wants this. She needs this. So all bets are off. Her flame can't be quenched without this dicking she so thoroughly deserves, and she refuses to let something like pride get in the way of this.

It's go time.

"I'll need to find a good board...~"

The curvaceous fae goes off to hunt for wood (of the actual kind for once), humming an evil little ditty to herself as she does.

'If this doesn't work? Nothing will.'

---

That evening...

"Guh."

He's rather tired tonight, if he can be honest. Spending all day fighting can be invigorating, especially with his king there to help, but when you also have to spend a large deal of your free time cooking...it can really wear on you after a while.

"Perhaps it's time for bed..."

As he slowly walks down the hall to his room, stretching his arms, he considers what he'll do tomorrow. It is a weekend, after all, which means that he can probably spend some time with his king, or getting to know Boudica more so that he can be more of a help in the kitchen.

That sounds nice.

He reaches his door, typing in his passcode confidently. It's an easy thing to do once you've been at Chaldea this long; They're only 5 numbers long, after all. But each one is unique.

CHIK. Sliiiide.

He steps inside, flicking on the lights...

"Wh-"

"Haah...hnnnahhh...PERCY....~ You're back...~"

Baobhan Sith is in the middle of the room, staring up at him with eyes so full of love and lust that they ought to belong to a woman who's been starving. A maiden who's been without her beloved for months, if not years, and is only now getting the chance to properly inform him of how true her love for him is.

"I've...been waiting for you...Percy...This fairy whore's been waiting so long for you to make her happy..."

She's naked, massive bust squashed between her arms as she palms the floor, leaning towards the door with a delirious smile on her face. Her mouth hangs open, exposing the slutty cavern that lies beyond her plump lips with every breath. Her massive tits, testaments to sin, are entirely exposed for him to see, plump pink nipples topping the doughy mounds of breast fat. They ooze over her arms as she starts panting, framing the board she's got hanging from her neck.

It's all yours~ All of me~ It's yours, so make me stupid for you~

The message is clear, and combined with her face and the fact that she's literally begging on hands and knees, it's no gag. Baobhan Sith, with one cheek bouncing off the other every time she shifts her hips, wants Percival the White to destroy her dignity, intelligence, and independence on his cock.

"I-...ah...hwh...You...truly?"

Percival's words almost cut Baobhan deep, but she knows they're genuine. He truly worries that she's been coerced into this slutty, baseborn display that could only be done by a brainless slamslut. It's so heartwarming that she almost wants to reclaim her resolve for just a moment, if only to assure him that this is what Baobhan Sith, the woman, wants more than anything. She can't even explain why, but that is the honest truth.

But she can't. She sees something bulge in his pants, despite his concern, and she knows that he wants her too.

That all this was the right call. That this is how she gets what she wants.

That means she has to be honest in the only way she can.

"Aww...it must be so hard...Your fat fucking cock, so pent up from never getting to let loose...You'd never think about harassing any of these women and using their porn-suited bodies for your pleasure, would you...? No, you wouldn't...~ You're a proud knight, after all."

She coos as she takes a step towards him, on hands and knees as her lips purse.

"It's okay, though, Sir Percival. The stress can go away...You don't have to bury these lustful feelings under all that chivalry anymore. You have a bitch to empty them into. It's not sin...It's not bad...it's just your right as the person I belong to."

Her lips spread, and the smashing of her fat flanks against each other only intensifies. She's drooling now, hearts forming in her slutty gaze as she reopens her maw.

"So use me, Sir Percival. Use this fae skank, and make me fall for you."

"..."

No words are spoken. He's stock still, door finally closing behind him as he gapes at her. But in his eyes, she sees understanding. Recognition. Acceptance. In her brain, so dulled by her own lust and centuries of agony and disdain, she dimly recalls that, when someone looks at her like that, she feels joy.

This really was perfect.

---

WHAM, WHAM, CLAP. WHAM, WHAM, CLAP. WHAM, WHAM, CLAP.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP-

"Nhhhhaaahhh....OOOHHHHGHHHH...!~"

Baobhan's Sith's face can only be described as stupid right now. Utterly braindead, as the fattest cock she's ever seen pummels her womb. To say that Percival is crushing her cunt is an understatement, because after 8 orgasms on her body, he's finally absolutely obliterating it.

Lain on her back, eyes crossed as she drools up at the ceiling lights, Baobhan Sith is covered in cum. Her face is only bare of it because she greedily lapped it all off. Her breasts are coated in thick white batter. Her stomach, lightly bloated from all the seed she's chugged down, is also painted that same shade of white. Even her hair, currently fanning out against the bed she's being railed upon, is coated in Percival's nut. She'll be brushing it out for weeks...

Percival is a virgin, that much is clear. Baobhan Sith knew that...but she also knew what being pent up like he was does to a man. And how, in a state so built-up and needy, they'll do whatever gets them off most. Virginity status matters little then.

"OooGHAAAAA!~ MHORREE- AHIIIII!~"

Her back arches as he impacts into her hole at another, entirely new angle. Her legs are practically useless, crashing against the side of the bed as his heavy hips brutalize her own.

She can feel the fire inside, flaring and broiling, start to fade with every impact into her deepest core.

"Gnnhhh...GHHH....Haaa!"

Percival, for his part, is only baring clinging onto reason himself. He's literally never experienced this before, and is only doing as well as he is because he's not the one being dominated. He sets the pace (even if he's discarded it a while ago out of pure fervor), and he takes control.

Currently, he's pistoning in and out of Baobhan Sith's sopping cunt, face entirely red as his balls clap against her rear. It's been an hour, maybe two or three (he can't tell), and he's unsure if he's about to run on empty. Or if he's gotten close to empty at all.

But what he does know is that he's about to blow for the ninth time that week, right in the most greedy cunt to ever exist. Some part of him knows that he shouldn't do that. Even if Servants cannot get pregnant, even if there's no risk or downside to letting his cock burst inside this undulating, gushing fuckhole as he crashes into her cervix, part of him still wants to pull out.

"Baobhan...! Ghhh! Going to...!"

"Huuuogggh...?! Nnnnhhhoooo!!!!"

Faintly, her mind remembers that it can do more than just produce bitch-tier moans while she gets the brattiness slambred out of her. Faintly, it processes his words. Faintly, it panics.

Quickly, before Percival can draw his hips back, the Archer wraps her thick thighs around his back, ankles clacking together as her plump legs squeeze around his waist.

"Inside! Pleaaaaaseeee!~"

She doesn't even let him respond before her back arches again, and she pleads into his ear with the sweetest voice she can manage.

"Don't...you want to leave your mark on me? For all to see...? Your child...?~"

Everything goes still. Percival stops thrusting, and Baobhan stops crooning and groaning. The only sounds are the sticky schlaps of Baobhan's hair pasting itself to the bedsheets.

For a moment, she considers asking the man that just turned her into a 0-iq dickholster if he's okay. Contemplation must be hard for someone like this...but the moment she opens her mouth-

"NGHGGHHHHHH....!"

Ah. She understands now. There was no contemplation at all. Just the ecstasy that comes with losing oneself to pleasure.

She throws her head back as she feels herself flooded with thick batter, tongue lolling out once more as that feeling of utter stupidity enters her brain yet again. This is right.

"GHHHHOOOOOHHH!~"

She desperately bucks her hips into his, craving more of that hot jizz in her deepest chambers. She passionately squeals and moans with every rope spurted, and her eyes cross as she reminds herself.

Daddy...Daddy. Daddy.~

So, all in all...

It went rather well.~

#kiara #percival #baobhan sith #readyplayerziggy #depraved purity: ii #filthy fucking p//orn #you were warned #my crackship will live on #part III will be the aftermath #so have fun with this~

[justsescape]

Random thought that popped into my head until my tiny brain could no longer contain it: Girl going out to try on clothes with her friends except her boobs grew a bunch in the time between scheduling the trip and actually going out so every time she goes into the changing room to try on an outfit she has to drag one of her friends along with her to drain her tits until she can fit in the clothes she picked.

So when she walks out to model the clothes, her friend comes up behind her with a gut so full and taut with milk that her skirt or pants started slipping down her hips and she has to look for clothes in the maternity section to stay decent.

[that's a pretty fucking good ship dynamic you got going there]

#ooc #ask #readyplayerziggy

[pudgy-planets]

@readyplayerziggy

Cooking slabs of hot beef on her belly while churning away a dozen tinier preds who thought she'd be a nice meal.

Running hot enough from the metabolic function of digestion alone, dousing the slabs of thick, yet tender meat with warm, melted butter atop her makeshift grill, flipping them over with her hands and dousing them in butter which she playfully sucks and licks off~

Steam rising up from her paunch with the scent of beef permeating the surrounding air. It’s almost bait in a sense to see if anyone else decides to pop up uninvited~

Commenting and even complimenting the smaller preds currently writhing away in their lardy, humid, and blubbery cage, periodically belching up a shirt or a pair of panties, likely to use as a napkin for when she digs into her kingly barbecue or to wipe her hammy fingers from all the juice and butter~

#muse: haruka #kink tag: vore #readyplayerziggy

[substantial-gains]

@readyplayerziggy

"AH, SHIT!! Uh, I mean...w-wha-wha-what are you doing here babe? I know what you're thinking, and it's exactly what it looks like! HAHAHA!"

One little puff of air in the Archer's ear had the fatass quaking in her dumptruck-sized sweatpants, and she's way too dumb to make an excuse as to why she was rooting around Raikou's dresser.

The laundry got mixed and Nobu was looking for her favorite Buster t-shirt before it inevitably got stretched out by her wife's tits, one thing led to another, giant bras were used as sling shots for actual melons, and lo and behold those photos came tumbling out.

And now her nose is bleeding profusely while she's just wondering WHY-

#readyplayerziggy #m/use: nobu

[doughyduo]

You ask Topaz what happened to your deposit and she just says it's 'gone to a safe place' while patting her tank-sized hip.

Topaz, thanking you for your payment, before she just lifts it up above her head and drops it in her mouth to eat it all, smiling wide as her hips suddenly flare out-

#readyplayerziggy #Muse: Topaz

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

"An' here ah thought ya would've jumped mah cow like corpulence an' start stuffin' me as soon as y' appeared~"

#readyplayerziggy #OC: Tina

[gainprincess]

Death is bell-shaped and clapping louder than a movie theater as she comes to take you to the other side.

"...Tch. I mean, yeah, I guess. Not really bell-shaped, though."

She may be the PAWG of Hololive, but her rack's still killer. Notably, that's the only real complaint she has about the statement; She was put on leave in part BECAUSE her ass was so ungodly fat and loud.

#muse: calli #readyplayerziggy

[gluttonemporium]

Last reblog: Futaba snipped her skirt to be just short enough the hammerspacing only worked if Makoto stood completely still. Meaning those cheeks were bwoomphing to their real size each time she so much as took a step.

"Sometimes... I think that girl lives to humiliate me."

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

#readyplayerziggy #muse: makoto niijima