
And now, a Foreword by dragonien
God he felt so HEAVY. The couch had long since collapsed under his weight, the wooden beams holding the frame up cracking into pieces and leaving the cushioning squashed to conform to the shape of his enormous ass. Normally the rather shrimpy, petite gryphon barely took up a single cushion of the couch, but now the enormous squishy mounds of his ass cheeks spread out across all three cushions. His hips ground against the armrests to either side of him, warping and bending them further outwards to make room for his enormous waistline. His legs had bloated into enormous hams of meat and flab, stretching down to his knees where they abruptly thinned only to flare out again on his calves. There was a joke somewhere in there about drumsticks on the gryphon, but he was far too deep into his food coma to think of it.
The poor gryphon was so heavily overloaded with layer upon layer of fat that his bloated arms couldn't even reach the bottom of his massive gut anymore. The thick ball of heft sagging down to hang well over his lap, spreading across his thighs and covering more than half of them. Even his fingers had been thickened with a layer of lard, leaving them plump and pudgy as they slowly roamed over what parts of his own gut and flabby chest that they could. He kneaded and rubbed the malleable rolls of blubber, gurgling blissfully at the feeling of being so thick, so immense. But not full.
A low, rumbling gurgle rumbled up from that massive gut, seeming to almost send ripples through the thick rolls of fat covering it. The pudgy gryphon's beak burst open and let out a squawked mix of pleading and demanding.
“MORE” He had eaten so much, his belly felt so full. But his hunger raged like an inferno inside of him. Dozens of pizzas, literal pounds of cake, gallons of both ice cream and soda, entire turkeys had all vanished in that ravenous beak of his and yet it still wasn't enough. He wanted more. He NEEDED more.
And of course, the dragon was only too happy to oblige. A devious grin spread across his lips as he prepared the next round of food for the gluttonous gryphon. A half dozen juicy, honey basted hams who's pans were lined with steamy mountains of butter drenched baked potato chunks and three entire beer kegs full of sugary grape cider were ready to be wheeled out to him. After his special spice was added. The dragon had been sabotaging the gryphon the entire time, mixing in chemicals to speed up his metabolism to an extreme degree, leaving Gnarl able to process food in minutes rather than hours or days... and leaving him in a constant, almost desperate state of hunger.
The Gryphon had always wanted to be big... to bad he never specified what kind of big.
WEIGHT GAIN FOR gnarl @w@ THIS ONE
was fun.
>:C
Gnarl Silverthorn ©
gnarl
Dragonien ©
Dragonien
Art ©
herro
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Gryphon
Size 972 x 787px
File Size 596.3 kB
oh my god
OH MY GOD
DRIP THIS IS AMAZING
he's so fat. omfg. lookit them thunder thighs. that belly! THAT BELLY. man, the expressions are so goooooooooood. Drago is perfectly smug and I'm a fat, lazy size queen (queen-sized?)
ahhhhfhhh god this is too good. YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB I LOVE IT ;3; <33333333
OH MY GOD
DRIP THIS IS AMAZING
he's so fat. omfg. lookit them thunder thighs. that belly! THAT BELLY. man, the expressions are so goooooooooood. Drago is perfectly smug and I'm a fat, lazy size queen (queen-sized?)
ahhhhfhhh god this is too good. YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB I LOVE IT ;3; <33333333
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