It would be an honor @w@

I VOLUNTEER!! c:

It's an all consuming and overwhelming feeling, wanting to just throw myself down a gaping maw. And hear those deep, gutteral gulps as your stomach expands with my form. To be curled up inside that graveyard of a stomach.

That passenger on the train that disappears because you sat down. Just a bulge to be mulched and added to a wobbling mass. All to become ASS FAT and EXTRA WEIGHT.
And have that be the entire purpose of my existence.

Or on the opposite end, a pred having a big fat gut even before eating me so that the only glimpse the outside world gets at my confinement is muffled screaming and the pred's belch stealing my breaths. I want to be talked about like I'm dinner, like food.

And I hope that if I stay consistent, I can really show my appreciation for all you guys that have stuck around despite the content drought. I know it's my account and I can draw or not draw when I want, but I still feel compelled to apologize ;w; So again, thank you!

Like I said before, I do feel ALOT better about it all now that my gf actually likes learning about my vorny side. But I think in order to break those swings of indecisiveness about my kink, I just need to go full speed ahead and be as unabashedly vorny as I can.

Well her robes still covered at least some of her so she could continue to explore the strange yordle city. She just needed to avoid all the incredibly delicious, mouthwatering food that seemed to be everywhere for the rest of the trip...