I keep coming back to this today; my GOODNESS I've missed out by not using Bluesky enough...

We would be two spherical bellies bouncing off and across each other.

Not that I'm complaining...

I just have a strong homestucky association w/ you because that's how I found you + you have a similar temperament via text

(You're significantly hotter, however)

Me but with cow horns, tbqh

Why do you think I keep posting at this angle

3/ I show no hint of concern for whatever purpose this all is leading up to, or signs of inner monologue at all, save opening my mouth when presented with another fistful, forget completing my transformation into an immobile-stuffed blob

2/ discount-Halloween garbage disposal. My captors show no concern at the audible aching, the dangerous gurgling, save for a rougher prod between half-melted chocolate fistfuls to coax one of the bigger gas bubbles artificially inflating me more. Worst of all, despite my visibly worsening state,

1/ Despite that my stomach is engorged enough for me to be able to grind against, any unnessecary expense of energy doesn't even occur to me as an option. All the energy in my body is paradoxically spent on digesting the sickeningly-sweet slop swelling inside me, turning me into more of a

The phrase "candy bowl foie gras" is maybe the hottest thing I've read in my life

Fun related links:

linktr.ee/MallowMona

The townsfolk learning that living with a gigantic hyper-digestive monster-belly blob girl isn't that hard... as long as they keep up with baking all those cakes...