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whaleofawhisk.bsky.social
Whale of a Whisk 🐋
@whaleofawhisk.bsky.social
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32. Xe/Xem, They/Them. Raccoon who enjoys large and wants to be large. In love with/is Rocket Raccoon. Taken 🦊🐶

Puerto Rican, writer, blubber aficionado

I will repost uncw'd art with my kinks fyi!

pfp by nillayote! banner from Burn!
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cw belly pic, underwear, vibrator

make it bigger. fill me more. bury me in blubber and remake my mind as your lard pet. feed me...
pic of my pudgy belly, chest, and underwear taking a vibrator to my groin, my belly occupies most of the shot
November 21, 2025 at 4:33 PM
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you don't want me wasting away, do you?? i'm skin and bones here!
extremely fat faced version of me by burn
November 21, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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what i do if you try to swallow me
kirby wirh various sharp objects extending from his body
November 15, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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fill it and worship it
extremely fat anthro raccoon stomach and chest by basicbiscuit
November 12, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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You brought more food, rightsh? *Slurp, lick* I live to eat, just like you wanted. This is my purpose. My purpose 🌀

a kickass ych from @energyunit.bsky.social ! Thank you so much!!

#whiskcomms
Me, a raccoon, enormously blobbed out. We're countin' 6 chins, each wobblier than the last. We got cheeks that fill so much space and sag down with luscious weight. My mask doesn't even cover a quarter of my face now that it's so expanded with lard! You wanna know how many neck rolls I got goin'? If I can even twist my wrists or flex my fingers? Don't get me started on how vast my chest is; it doesn't fit on the canvas one bit. And I love it! You can tell from the chocolate dripping from my snout and those strong swirls in my eyes. You brought more, right? I will always eat more for you. You made me this way...
November 6, 2025 at 8:56 PM
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Did I see the sign? Yes. Did I see it as an opportunity to become a better me? Yes.

another wonderful ych from @cleanplague.bsky.social ! Thank you so much! I haven't been a pig before and it's something I've been wanting for ages, so this was the perfect opportunity 💜🐽💜
#whiskcomms
human whisk (who is me, hello) stumbles across a food stall filled with many delicacies that clearly aren't for me, as evidenced by the sign that says, "Private Buffet: Violators will make pigs of themselves 🐷" I ignore the sign or more accurately violate on purpose to get pigged, and as I eat I grow fatter, get a pig tail and some splotches on my swelling belly, and start to feel rather sleepy. By the time I wake back up, I am fully pigged, my snout stained with food and drooling, eyes hypnotized swirls. I no longer speak in any human tongue, only snorting and oinking. My body is too big for my pen with my belly conforming and oozing partially through the bars of the fence. Behind me are other pigged victims enjoying their new porcine life like I will.
November 6, 2025 at 8:46 PM
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November 6, 2025 at 2:41 AM
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One of my partners decided I didn't get to go home. He decided I'd stay put at his place, shrunken, weighed down by pastries and fruit that dwarfed my size absurdly. I gave up on escape a while ago 😩

from @cleanplague.bsky.social! always lovely to work with him and this came out rad!
#whiskcomms
An anthro Collie's paw extends from a strange void, its grasping digits wanting to clamp down on the defenseless, small, and immobile raccoon on a scale. I am that raccoon. I sit in with an expression of fear and some delight having been made my partner's stress toy to feed and squeeze. A book in front of me reads, "How to Grow Raccs" and my glasses and flower I usually wear are in front of me as well, much larger than I'm used to in my shrunken down state. Food, candles, and a skull decorate the periphery like some otherworldly ritual is taking place.
November 1, 2025 at 4:56 AM
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I think I win the haunted grocery store trespassing dare.

wonderful ych from @holidaysoftfox.bsky.social , a pleasure to work with them and they rendered my character beautifully 😭

#whiskcomms
raccoon in clothes now much too tight and torn being fed a cake slice while heing rubbed and pet by various interested ghost hands same thing, no clothes! oh also i was blushing in both of these because being fed is magical
November 1, 2025 at 1:10 AM
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these are getting so hard to drag to the fridge...
foot swallowed by ankle and leg fat leg completely swamped in lard
October 26, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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cw naked, back fat

i needed to see the back of my head and... nobody told me my back got so round...
October 24, 2025 at 11:25 PM
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October 24, 2025 at 5:56 PM
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cw belly pic
how i looked last night before leaving my bf's place. this trip has been... expansive
my plump belly
October 14, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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cw horny for weight gain and encumbering my faves
I've spoken about this before; I adore seeing fictional characters I am attracted to succumb to overwhelming weight gain. It's a treat to see daring, active characters fall for laziness or be captured and forcefed, or hypnotized and rewired to eat--just so many scenarios out there to rob them of their physical prowess and see them give in to a world of blubber and culinary delight. It's the inverse of the power fantasy many heroes provide. We idolize and dream of being the ordinary person suddenly granted the power to change the world for the better, but seeing a character in their prime lose that power for hedonistic pleasure and debauchery, willing or not, scratches a simpler part of me. I live to see these lithe or muscular characters slowly or swiftly pack on pound after pound and lose their strength and responsibility. The way it affects their minds too, is intoxicating. Capturing the essence of the character while cursing them with a weight gain fetish for them to deny or embrace is thrilling, seeing their decisions distorted by this overwhelming lust for more lard just sends me. Fatten your faves, express your love through your desires. I will be.
October 11, 2025 at 5:25 PM
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have your way 😇
me being a fat fuck me still doing that
October 11, 2025 at 3:17 PM
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cw: wg, everyone unaware except *you*, curse
Hm, let's say I hit you with a growth of ten pounds a day, completely out of your control and only ending when I feel like it. Pretty pedestrian, no? Well, consider that no one else is going to notice. Day after day as you get heavier and more sluggish, everyone will still expect the same level of fitness you once had, constantly pondering why you're walking so slow and disregarding your protests that you're just too fat to keep up like you used to. "Haha, very funny, you look like you didn't even have breakfast. You gotta eat to fuel your day!" That's when it hits you that everyone thinks you're underweight, and they are *quite* concerned. Now as the days go by and you fail to fit into your pants and squeeze into your ever tightening shirts (which are perceived as baggy on your untrue gaunt form), your loved ones make sure you eat and eat, frightened that you're truly wasting away. "Nothing sticks!" they say, stuffing the last third of a cake down your mouth when their perceptions tell them they're presenting reasonable amounts of healthy food out for you. And they will still expect you to be able to move like a skinny person, to keep up with walks, to make it to work (thankfully the crane they rent out for your future immobility will just seem like a taxi to them), to keep up your fitness routine... Imagine when you're filling up half the gym, your body oozing over equipment and stifling most people from getting their exercise. How did you get here? It's a blur of industrial equipment, demolition, and an enormously heavy thud as you're dumped into the now exposed interior. This world I've cursed you into will do everything it can to get you where you need to be like nothing was wrong at all. "Why's it so cold in here?" the gym rats will think as the wind blows freely inside. "Weird to have the ac cranked down so low," they rationalize, failing to see the hole in the ceiling and wall, and the true enormity of your corpulence. You'll sit there, huffing while your buddy climbs up to get you your "water" (your 18th gainer shake in the past hour), and you'll squirm as the other gym goers use your flab as substitute equipment. It's not like they can lift regular weights with all your flab drowning most of the space. You'll be living an average, uneventful life! It just doesn't seem that way to you, I suppose 😇
October 8, 2025 at 3:50 PM
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cw horny for fat, int loss
Another morning of staring at the beauty of heavy bodies, real and imagined. Just being the main source of your own comfort, your body hugging you from every angle and providing such softness and weight, it's divine. Being among people who want to get bigger and take care of one another is heaven too, hogs stuffing hogs and then cleaning where those fattened arms can hardly reach anymore. I just wanna give in again, to eat like I my portions were jokes before and pass out each meal with a heavily swollen belly. I want the floor to creak more with my every step, for my love handles to brush against hallways and squeeze past doorframes. I want my cheeks to jiggle and sway with every step and be perfect cushions for someone to play with while they pet my head. I want my gut to eclipse my groin, and my fupa to invade and swallow my dick, making each time I need it to be a fun game for me and whoever can actually reach. My chest needs to swell with blubber and make for irresistible suckling points for whoever wants it. I need my body to be a pleasurable fuck toy for my caretakers, and for me to be so food brained while I eat that I passively slut out my body for them and can hardly focus on anything other than my meal. Nothing but a massive, fat, dumb pet whose mind sank into all the flab, my brain too preoccupied with every tactile and gustatory sensation lighting up every neuron and driving away all logical thought. I need this.
October 8, 2025 at 12:58 PM
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i wish we could go back to simpler times, i just wish we could
Return to Gaming Mode
October 5, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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bluesky mods labeling this fat kink art as intolerant sure does tell me either a human didn't actually review this (very likely) or the person who did is a colossal piece of shit
a little warning sign of intolerance on a piece that's just an anthro character bashful about their weight
October 4, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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me: no one's gonna read all that!
me later: oh, lol
September 29, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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;)
September 26, 2025 at 6:11 PM
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how i'm feelin', thank ya friends at the table
We made you imagine a whole world without you. Now, get this—we do that every single day. And it ain’t just a vision, it ain’t pipe dreams and conversation, it ain’t blue sky hypothetical—it’s really, really real. All that talk, all that violence, yet our energy remains. We’re vibrant while you piss-poor tyrants got tired just holding our chains.
September 11, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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i'm listening to a podcast that wrecks me with its intros and theming in a very similar way. here are some excerpts, they really make me tear up

(it's friends at the table, btw, lol. also the later two excerpts are coupled and separate from the first)
Their talking heads will tell you that history is more complicated than that. That everyone is complicit in some misdeed. That by our own logic, what we call ours was the planet’s first. That we are colonizers, too. But do not misunderstand. We are Qui Err Vi Qi-Em, The Soil With Memory. Their petty historians hold matchsticks and think they wield the sun. Their propagandists will take our pain and twist it into lessons for their children, our struggle into entertainment for paying customers. They will turn sites of violence into souvenir shops, and in their little voices demand from us personalized baubles. Do not misunderstand. They will ask you to give them a name like ours. They will ask to touch your bone and branch. They will, with no understanding of their sacrilege, call all of this curiosity. They will call themselves “friends of the people.” Do not misunderstand. That touch is a colony ship. Their interest in our ways is not curiosity, it is a hanging rope not yet taut: a whip, a lasso, a noose. Do not misunderstand. We do not have friends among them. We have only those who deign to speak to us. The so-called Free States walk on our bodies, toes mingling in soil, without sending so much as a delegation to meet with us. Even the Hegemony, which recognizes our sovereignty, does so as an addendum at best. But do not misunderstand, We are not an appendix. We are the body itself. Austin: [narrating] 700 days' slow travel from the nearest Principality outpost, it glittered unwatched like a diamond in a closet — Palisade. A world once home to hope, ruined and turned gravel by those who saw it more as foothold or springboard or open invitation to invasion, Palisade — the gateway to the Twilight Mirage, a birthplace misremembered on purpose, a paradise in the sights of empire. But do not forget Palisade, itself a destination, oh, how could you? Slipping warships into orbit, dropping bombs and boots both onto Palisade, where people don't have time for big questions, on Palisade, where the war isn't on its way, it's already here. On Palisade, where yesterday's ransom runs out tomorrow, on Palisade, where open doors make for open fears. Do not demand emergence unless you're ready for emergency. Do not lift up your hands if you ain't ready for a fight. Don't say you're sorry for that shit you all sound so proud of. Don't raise your voice at us, then say we're not polite. We have held our breath, we have closed our eyes, we have tied ourselves down with rope and wire. We have flown in retrograde, we have swum against the tide, we've tried every last trick to stop the clock's stride. But nothing is stationary. No, nothing is stationary. I said, nothing is stationary. They're moving on us now. Nothing is stationary. History ain't stationary. Not even corpses are stationary. So we've got to start moving now. 1500 days since they first landed on our planet. 1500 days since Kesh started trying to steal our past. 1500 days since their priest called our homes their gardens. 1500 days since that first Frontier telecast. How many days until they know us by name? How many days until we're the ones chasing them? How many days until we're loud in the streets? How many days... how many days?
September 10, 2025 at 7:23 PM
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Rocket swapped in a new mixture and the flow is good enough for us both now. he's not gonna be able to move soon... and as long as the grub keeps comin', i don't mind 💜

another kickass piece from @basicbiscuit.bsky.social, a continuation of the quoted piece. thanks again!

#whiskcomms
two raccoons, myself and rocket, overflowing with lard and guzzling from a tube connected to an automated feeding device. i am to the left and amd so comfortable looking in my intense obesity and immobility. Rocket squeezes at my gut and pinches his thick breast, his belly smooshed against mine while he guzzles and looks in control. he likely won't be moving again after this feeding session, but that's more than okay.
August 24, 2025 at 10:27 PM
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honestly i feel so many people were twitter poisoned by its lack of self moderation tools that they don't even think about these options. bluesky itself is complicit for not putting a bigger emphasis/education on how useful they are either.
the content warning menu
August 15, 2025 at 6:47 PM