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I’m Ellie/Gaz. 28. She/they/it. Anxious, awkward, HB/HH fan. I do RP but it’s VERY rare so don't expect. Love to talk about whatever, or kinky shit!
Telegram: ellisk
Discord: gaz
@uraa
(without the @)
Twitter DMs: open
I keep forgetting to add this picture to my album of Ellie pictures cause it's one of my favorites. Featuring a uh.. an old feeder caribou of mine who I might have to rework.
By @.BeverageArtRoom
Cw: health play/extreme obesity/slob, thread
You lie there, trapped within the grotesque prison of your own flesh. Every inch of your body is now consumed by an unrelenting mass of quivering fat.
(lots of healthplay/slob ⚠️)
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But, oh, did you love to eat. It was the high point of your day; euphoria surged as the fatty, greasy morsels slid down your throat, nestled comfortably in your bloated gut. It's not that you didn't notice your failing health. Because...
(⚠️⚠️)
"Bro, she’s bigger than the bed KEKW!"
"Look at that gut, it’s about to pop LUL"
"I can’t believe she’s still alive pog"
"FATTEST stream on Twitch, LET’S GOOOO!"
"OMG SHE’S EATING AGAIN"
"Fatty can’t stop, even on her deathbed LUL"
"250 bpm? Holy shit"
You lie there, staring at the ceiling, knowing what’s coming. The weight of your body presses into the mattress, immobilizing you. Sweat already beads at your brow, and you haven’t even moved yet. With a sigh, you wait as the mechanical hum of the bariatric sling fills the room.
Gazelle, slob, healthplay 🧵🧵
The anonymous tip came in the dead of night, a cryptic message that sent chills down Judy’s spine: "Gazelle has been targeted. Get to her estate - now." There was no signature, no trace of the sender, but the urgency in the words was unmistakable.
Time to give love to my imp, Lilie~
She's a bartender who can barely fit behind the bar, but she doesn't much mind it seems. Plus if you're a little too rude, her boyfriend MIGHT be a criminal kingpin. No worries!
By @.SneetSnirt but that shouldn't surprise you at this point
Finally bringing my possum back!
Art by @/RoundRams!
I just gotta come up with a cute new name for her... Any suggestions~?
She might need some help too...
You stand at the narrow doorway that leads to your bedroom, the frame appearing even tighter today. Taking a deep breath, you feel the weight of each movement as you begin to shuffle forward. Your fat paws slide slowly across the floor, and the fabric of your clothes brushes
Here's my Ninetales character Arrabella. A former Pokemon beauty contest champion, known throughout the regions for her beauty.
Now she's got her own sense of beauty~
Art by @.EnergyUnit
so because shiba is now "ellie" since ellie is sorta just who i am. and deer is now just a character of mine rather than a sona...
i need a name for my deer instead of ellie!
my first idea was Chloe but...
what do YOU think would be a cute name for her <3
Your breathing was labored, each pant felt like a thousand needles in your lungs. Your limbs ached under your weight, the pain sharp, precise, cutting deep. Your heart thumped erratically, like a faulty engine, struggling under the immense load it was pressed to carry.
short fatty writing thread 🧵🧵🧵
The warm water splashes over your skin, pooling in the countless folds that crisscross your body. You can’t quite reach the sponge - not that you need to. The hands are gentle but firm, scrubbing where you can no longer reach.
You hated your body. Each roll of fat, each sagging mound of flesh. You despised the sweaty creases between your hulking thighs, the stench of old sweat and filth, where no towel or rag could reach. Still, you ate, shoveling down burger after burger, chomping down fries.
You stir as the bed groaned beneath the shifting weight next to you. Your eyes fluttered open in the dim light of early morning, just in time to catch the sight of Loona struggling to sit up. The bed creaked loudly as the massive hellhound slowly lifted herself, her broad, flabby
You're just so fucking hungry, aren't you?
Ravenous. Insatiable.
You can't get enough. More. More. More.
More food. More food. More food. Indulge yourself over and over and over until you can't take it anymore, and then indulge a little more.
You need it, after all.
A jarring, white-hot pain. Eyesight blurring. The metallic tang of fear on your tongue. Yet all you could think of was the mounting dread of an uneaten meal, growing colder by the second.
‘A better lifestyle,’ look at where that led. A lonely, wheezing death at home, your body sinking into the couch, with a cold uneaten burger on your chest. Your heart beating a panicked rhythm against your ribcage, each beat felt like being stuck by lighting.
You knew the multiple trips to the fridge were not a necessity but a compulsion. You often found yourself, out of breath and panting, your heart pounding a relentless relentlessly against your chest. Yet, the tremors of withdrawal always got the better of you.
Even the simplest tasks, those that once required no thought, have become monumental challenges. Today, you face one of these tasks: lifting your massive, blubbery arm to scratch an itch.
You often would roll your eyes so hard it was near physical pain. The very thought of running, with sweat pouring from every pore and the chafed paws would usually kill off the half-hearted attempts at a 'better lifestyle'. It's funny thinking about it now.
The call of the comforting chill of your fridge and its bounty was too sweet, too seductive. Maybe, you have tried once or twice to change. The doctors, they've all barked of ‘exercise’ and ‘eating correctly’. Exercise?
i might still change up some markings in the future but i wanted to get something from this artist for, like, ever and i went ahead and did it and OMG!!!
THIS IS ME
NEW BUPPY SONA
LOOK HOW GOOD A JOB THEY DID DOING THE NEW ME
GO COMM THEM GO GO GO
Your arm has transformed into an enormous, shapeless mass of adipose tissue. Layers upon layers of fat have accumulated over the years, turning it into a swollen, unruly limb that’s difficult to maneuver.
But for a brief moment, you have succeeded. Your arm, heavy and ungainly, hovers above the bed, a testament to your stubborn will and determination. The victory is fleeting, as the strength in your muscles quickly gives out, and the arm falls back onto the bed with a wet thud.
Your face contorts with the strain, your breath coming in short, labored gasps. Each inhalation is a struggle, the fat pressing against your lungs and windpipe, making every breath an incredible effort.
As you attempt to move your arm, a sickening chorus of sounds accompanies your efforts. The skin and fur makes a wet, sticky noise as it peels away from your sweat soaked sides. Every muscle fiber in your arm screams in protest as you try to summon the strength to lift it.
story thread:
As the pain in your chest intensifies, you feel a desperate need to numb it, to drown it in the familiar comfort of food. You glance around your cluttered room, your eyes landing on a pile of fast food bags and containers.
god, one thing that absolutely kills me, is rooms that are absolutely messy like this.
a friend of mine calls me a landfill princess and that stuck with me so hard.
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fat has infiltrated every part of your arm, from the shoulder to the fingertips, creating a shapeless, lumpy mass. The fingers, barely distinguishable from the rest of the hand, are swollen and stiff, pressing against one another.