cursed tome that begs you to read them, which turns out to be an autobiography of a huge fat rat wizard who you turn more and more into as you irresistibly read every additional page

me after drinking blue gatorade

wookada toxi

occult streamer who accidentally summons a gluttony demon who wants to co-host the stream, but with a few changes he warps the streamer into 3000 lbs, all of the viewers into half-ton gainers, and rebrands the stream as a mukbang tune in every night to get more hellishly ruined

i stepped into the fursuit lounge by accident and collapsed into a colorful macaw fursuit instantly

“maybe i shouldn’t have ate the airline food” yeah no kidding, you’re literally turning into an anthro boeing 737

the roof is struggling to support your giant stone belly and haunches since the other gargoyles have been funnelling cement down your gluttonous granite throat every night

putting on some random glasses you found for a bit, except you end up possessed by the previous owner of those glasses: an anime obsessed nerd hippo and the longer they’re in control, the fatter, more nasally, and more hippo-like your body becomes

getting tricked into a body swap with an old super-fat geezer rat and it’s really awkward trying to fit in with your friends now but the rat that hijacked your body fits in super well, they’re really charismatic, funny, and completely taking your place in the group

y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶i̶t̶y̶ ̶w̶a̶r̶p̶e̶r̶ your friends are celebrating fattening you to 1000 lbs after years and years of group feeding you

go to blfc so i can perma you into a fursuit and wear you for the rest of the con

it doesn't matter if you factor in the "turn into your costume" curse when picking a costume, i'll just zap whatever you're wearing into an inflatable chicken one first

oh october moon so bright make this reader moo tonight you're a cow now that's just facts milky udder no take backs

turns us into fat dragon maids as disguises for the dragon’s manor but now we have an overwhelming urge and responsibility to wash and dust instead of turning back and resuming whatever we were doing (we don’t remember anymore)

imagine trying on a big scrapmetal crown and turns you into rat king deadlock and then you discover cheesy foods taste incredibly good now and you become a royal fatass

toxi at sleepovers: let's summon a demon omg this is going to be so much fun you at sleepovers: mmmphph!! (the demon is force-feeding you and turning you into an eternally immobile hellcow)

anyone else turn spooky when it became october?

maybe i should give my sona a hat, that way they have something to acknowledge other than the 400 lbs i put on

i want to be something weird and new (and fatter) for the spooky halloween month hmm

turned into a pool toy version of yourself and filled with an air elemental that’s controlling your body now