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travisexu with his Hyrule form, Eventide, who is featured here on a rather comfortable new blobby bed of a birb~
Values:
Likes: 10 lbs.
Reposts: 50 lbs.
$1: 100 lbs
Multiplayer active: 5x
Here’s a note from
Blovesbudder who is working with me in this drive! ^^
Hello, my name is Brandon or Dylan. Depends on who you are. Ryan and I are doing this drive for one reason; to help my mother. About a week ago my car was taken in for repairs. It needed a full break system replacement which cost around $1700. While my mother was able to pay it, she took a major financial hit.
So, we are doing this drive to help her. Due to my leg’s condition I still can't work yet, so this was the next best option. So for those that want to donate I made a goal on Ko-fi, which will be linked here:
https://ko-fi.com/onefatzekrom/goal?g=0
Now for incentives, there are three. The first is that the top donator will be featured in the next round. Which new rounds begin on Fridays. The second incentive is this, My rito form is a perma-blob so whatever weight my Rito is by the end of the drive will be the new permanent weight. Then of course there are multipliers at each milestone.
Rounds close on Sunday with new rounds beginning with the next post on Wednesday, with Monday being a fall back in case something happens. Gives us time to calculate.
Now, what will be done with the money after the drive completes. To be fully transparent, all money up to the $900 goal will be sent to my mother. Anything beyond that, Ryan and I will be splitting 50/50. I’ll use some for taking my mom out somewhere for dinner as a thank you, then using it for bills and if enough hopefully replacing my old Quest 2. While I know Ryan has been saving hard to finally get his first gaming PC.
So enjoy our Hybrid drive, which has a story and art both wrapped in one!
And here’s the accompanying story!
Day 1…
The potluck was finally starting to wind down after multiple hours. The fundraiser was considered a success by the two Ritos, but one problem arose. Laid out in front of them was an immense amount of food. They had prepped for about 100 people, and about 75 people showed up. Even then, some had already eaten before showing up and some weren’t hungry. By the end of the night, there were about 65 portions of food left.
Dylan looked over the table full of food, sighing softly, “Geez… that’s so much food left over. How are we gonna get through all this…?”
Ryan comes up behind him, wrapping a wing around him, “I got an idea”
Dylan jumps a bit, “Holy crap man, warn me next time! What’s your idea though?”
Ryan chuckles softly as he looks at him, his other wing resting on Dylan’s gut, “I think we both know where it’s gonna go”
A blush quickly goes over Dylan’s face, “I-I can’t eat that much! At least… uh…”
“You and I both know you can, all you gotta do is just…” Ryan grabs a steak from one of the platters and shoves into Dylan’s beak. Which he struggles for a second before gulping it down.
He lets out a soft burp, before looking at Ryan, “T-The heck Ryan!? You can’t just do that out of nowhere!”
Ryan turns to look at Dylan right back, “Yet you swallowed it down and didn’t spit it out. So what’s that say huh?”
Dylan blushes once more and looks down, stuttering as he speaks, “I-I uh… it’s… I’m… s-shut up!”
Ryan smiles and grabs another steak, holding it up to Dylan’s face, “Come on, I know ya want to.”
Dylan lets out a soft sigh, “Fine… just… you don’t tell a soul!”
“I promise big guy, now, dig in.” Ryan pats him on the back as Dylan grabs some food from the table and starts to dig in. Chowing through some vegetable dishes, steaks, pizzas, even some sweets too. As each chomp into the food went down his gullet, it slowly filled up his gut. Pushing it out inch by inch. Putting some strain on his clothes. The soft sounds of fabric being stretched out was like music to Ryan.
As each plate gets emptied, Ryan stacks them up on a cart next to the two. Two plates, then four, then six. Dylan’s clothes start to tear by the seventh, and by the ninth, his shirt is completely torn. His gut hanging down freely as the Rito lets out a much louder burp this time, “Holy heck… there’s just so much food… I’ve barely made a dent in it… that’s like… a small family’s worth of food I’ve downed… and… I’ve packed on so much… what did you put in this stuff?”
Ryan chuckled a bit as he crossed his arms, “Whatever could you mean? I didn’t put anything in the food. Just my usual spices.”
Dylan squinted at Ryan, “I find that hard to believe. A few plates and I look like I’ve already packed on like 100 pounds. You’ve done something fishy.”
“Oh fine, maybe I put a little something in there to help you and others pack on some pounds. It’s not that big of a deal.” Ryan smiles softly, looking down at his friend’s much heftier gut.
Dylan blushed once more, “I knew you did something, you litt-“ Mid sentence he keys out another belch, as he covers his beak in embarrassment.
Ryan rested a wing on his hip, “Based on your expression you’re not too mad about it, so why not keep eating?”
Dylan rolled his eyes, “Fine… I will, but not because you told me to!” He huffs and takes off his shredded clothes, before digging right back into the food. Each new plate he clears just adds more pounds to his waistline. Slowly widen this stance as he clears his 15th plate. His arms no longer sit straight down at his side as he clears his 21st. By his 24th plate, his legs start to shake a bit from standing. His weight started to affect it.
Ryan smiled softly, “Alright big boy, I think it’s time we head to bed and get some rest, before you’re too fat to get yourself there.”
Dylan gulped down his beakful of food before looking back at Ryan, “Hmmm…? Oh… yea, good idea.” He hefts his gut up as he lets out another loud belch, loud enough to shake some of the plates on the cart. Before he slowly waddled his way to their shared bedroom. Having to squeeze his way through the door frame before flopping down onto his own bed, and immediately falling into a food coma.
While Dylan waddled off, Ryan got to work packaging up the remaining food. While also sprinkling more of his special powder onto it. Putting plates of food into air tight containers, leftover drinks into big pitchers, and all dirty dishes into neat yet dirty stacks in the resorts kitchen. All this going on, while someone watches on in the shadows of the second floor balcony. Having watched the whole stuffing session go down, before slipping off to their own room.
Day 2…
“Come on fatty, hurry up, don’t want the bridge to break on ya.” Ryan teased as he walked across the main bridge connecting Rito Village to the mainland, waiting at the far end, the old stable behind him.
Dylan pants heavily, sweat dripping down his feathers as he reaches the beginning of the bridge, looking over at Ryan, “I’m…! Huff… Trying!… it’s so… much harder!… Than you think!…”
Ryan leans against the post on the other side, “Well hurry up still, I've got all of last night's leftovers waiting for you.”
Dylan’s head immediately perked up at hearing food, which he took action by finally stepping onto the bridge. The wood started to creak ominously as it bowed and strained. The ropes were stretched as taut as they could, and the posts at either end of the bridge tilted inwards a few degrees. Each step the nearly immobile Rito took made him huff, and each plank of the bridge threatened to snap.
Both Dylan and Ryan were holding their breath, hoping the bridge didn't snap under Dylan’s weight. Right as Dylan lifts his leg, one leg that's still on the bridge, the plank snaps. Luckily Dylan stumbles just a bit and is safe on the other side of the bridge. He breathed a sigh of relief, “Never… doing that… again…”
Ryan nudged him, “It wasn't that bad, now come on, I got food for you.”
Dylan panted softly and hoists himself upright, “B-Better… be worth it…”
He followed right behind Ryan as he’s setting up a small campfire on the right side of the stable, which also had carts upon carts full of the food last night, plus plenty of extra that were sitting in horsedrawn carts. Ryan patted a blanket on the ground, looking up at Dylan, “Come on, take a seat big guy.”
Dylan huffed softly and plopped down next to Ryan, “Guh! Whew… no more walking for a while…”
Ryan stood up, grabbing a container of food and opening it, the smell of leftover steak hitting Dylan, “Oh don’t worry, you’re not gonna be moving at all when I’m done with you.”
“What do you m-mmmph!” Dylan was interrupted mid sentence, as food was shoved into his beak, forcing him to swallow it down. Which was immediately followed by a soft gurgle, and his gut surging out a couple inches. Before he could even question Ryan, more food was shoved down his gullet. Each piece of food swelling him up more. Starting with his legs.
Dylan’s legs immediately started to grow useless. His thighs were already wider than light posts, but now, they were swelling to the size of tree trunks and starting to engulf the rest of his fattening legs. His feet were substantially able to just flail as he was helplessly fed more. Next came his gut and chest.
His gut was by far the largest part of him. Spreading outwards in front of him and to his sides. With a pair of pillowy moobs resting on his chest, as both consistently swell with each bit of food being shoved down his gullet. Ryan eventually had to lean on his gut to feed his friend. Then came Dylan’s arms and face.
As more food was shoved into his beak, his arms were forced upwards more and more as he kept filling with new layers of fat. Alongside his chest filling out and pushing his chins upward alongside his swelling cheeks. Causing his face to sink in. Ryan now needing to climb up Dylan’s gut, just to get food into his greedy beak.
While Ryan was busy stuffing his friend, someone approached with a cart in tow. One like the other horse drawn carts that were there. The mysterious creature set the cart next to the stable front door, and walked to the side of it, greeted by the gurgling blue mass of a Rito, “Looks like you’ve gotten to work already huh? Couldn’t wait for me?”
Ryan turned his head towards the voice, seeing a heavy set wolf, dressed in hylian gear. Ryan slid down Dylan’s gut, landing right in front of the wolf, “Ah, there you are Eventide! Sorry, couldn’t help but stuff him. He worked up such an appetite to get here. All this extra food should help though, he’s got a lot of growing to do. Come, take a rest on Hyrule’s most comfortable bed!”
Eventide chuckled softly, “Well, don’t mind if I do!” He walked past Ryan and climbed up Dylan’s gut, finally coming to rest between Dylan’s moobs.
Ryan climbed up himself, holding a container of food, “You just relax and enjoy the show. I’ll keep feeding him more.”
Eventide gave a thumbs up, “You got it! You weren’t kidding on the comfort too.”
Day 7…
As the week comes to a close, Ryan finishes shoving the last bit of food Eventide brought, leaving Dylan a complete blob of himself. The right side of his body pressed up against the stable and and even starting to cover the top a bit, while his other side inches closer to the cliff on the other side. Eventide had been spending most of the week helping Ryan feed Dylan, while spending plenty of time resting on him too.
Now a delivery was on its way, no idea how much was coming, or what Ryan would do with said delivery. One thing is for sure, Dylan’s waistline was in serious trouble.
travisexu with his Hyrule form, Eventide, who is featured here on a rather comfortable new blobby bed of a birb~Values:
Likes: 10 lbs.
Reposts: 50 lbs.
$1: 100 lbs
Multiplayer active: 5x
Here’s a note from
Blovesbudder who is working with me in this drive! ^^Hello, my name is Brandon or Dylan. Depends on who you are. Ryan and I are doing this drive for one reason; to help my mother. About a week ago my car was taken in for repairs. It needed a full break system replacement which cost around $1700. While my mother was able to pay it, she took a major financial hit.
So, we are doing this drive to help her. Due to my leg’s condition I still can't work yet, so this was the next best option. So for those that want to donate I made a goal on Ko-fi, which will be linked here:
https://ko-fi.com/onefatzekrom/goal?g=0
Now for incentives, there are three. The first is that the top donator will be featured in the next round. Which new rounds begin on Fridays. The second incentive is this, My rito form is a perma-blob so whatever weight my Rito is by the end of the drive will be the new permanent weight. Then of course there are multipliers at each milestone.
Rounds close on Sunday with new rounds beginning with the next post on Wednesday, with Monday being a fall back in case something happens. Gives us time to calculate.
Now, what will be done with the money after the drive completes. To be fully transparent, all money up to the $900 goal will be sent to my mother. Anything beyond that, Ryan and I will be splitting 50/50. I’ll use some for taking my mom out somewhere for dinner as a thank you, then using it for bills and if enough hopefully replacing my old Quest 2. While I know Ryan has been saving hard to finally get his first gaming PC.
So enjoy our Hybrid drive, which has a story and art both wrapped in one!
And here’s the accompanying story!
Day 1…
The potluck was finally starting to wind down after multiple hours. The fundraiser was considered a success by the two Ritos, but one problem arose. Laid out in front of them was an immense amount of food. They had prepped for about 100 people, and about 75 people showed up. Even then, some had already eaten before showing up and some weren’t hungry. By the end of the night, there were about 65 portions of food left.
Dylan looked over the table full of food, sighing softly, “Geez… that’s so much food left over. How are we gonna get through all this…?”
Ryan comes up behind him, wrapping a wing around him, “I got an idea”
Dylan jumps a bit, “Holy crap man, warn me next time! What’s your idea though?”
Ryan chuckles softly as he looks at him, his other wing resting on Dylan’s gut, “I think we both know where it’s gonna go”
A blush quickly goes over Dylan’s face, “I-I can’t eat that much! At least… uh…”
“You and I both know you can, all you gotta do is just…” Ryan grabs a steak from one of the platters and shoves into Dylan’s beak. Which he struggles for a second before gulping it down.
He lets out a soft burp, before looking at Ryan, “T-The heck Ryan!? You can’t just do that out of nowhere!”
Ryan turns to look at Dylan right back, “Yet you swallowed it down and didn’t spit it out. So what’s that say huh?”
Dylan blushes once more and looks down, stuttering as he speaks, “I-I uh… it’s… I’m… s-shut up!”
Ryan smiles and grabs another steak, holding it up to Dylan’s face, “Come on, I know ya want to.”
Dylan lets out a soft sigh, “Fine… just… you don’t tell a soul!”
“I promise big guy, now, dig in.” Ryan pats him on the back as Dylan grabs some food from the table and starts to dig in. Chowing through some vegetable dishes, steaks, pizzas, even some sweets too. As each chomp into the food went down his gullet, it slowly filled up his gut. Pushing it out inch by inch. Putting some strain on his clothes. The soft sounds of fabric being stretched out was like music to Ryan.
As each plate gets emptied, Ryan stacks them up on a cart next to the two. Two plates, then four, then six. Dylan’s clothes start to tear by the seventh, and by the ninth, his shirt is completely torn. His gut hanging down freely as the Rito lets out a much louder burp this time, “Holy heck… there’s just so much food… I’ve barely made a dent in it… that’s like… a small family’s worth of food I’ve downed… and… I’ve packed on so much… what did you put in this stuff?”
Ryan chuckled a bit as he crossed his arms, “Whatever could you mean? I didn’t put anything in the food. Just my usual spices.”
Dylan squinted at Ryan, “I find that hard to believe. A few plates and I look like I’ve already packed on like 100 pounds. You’ve done something fishy.”
“Oh fine, maybe I put a little something in there to help you and others pack on some pounds. It’s not that big of a deal.” Ryan smiles softly, looking down at his friend’s much heftier gut.
Dylan blushed once more, “I knew you did something, you litt-“ Mid sentence he keys out another belch, as he covers his beak in embarrassment.
Ryan rested a wing on his hip, “Based on your expression you’re not too mad about it, so why not keep eating?”
Dylan rolled his eyes, “Fine… I will, but not because you told me to!” He huffs and takes off his shredded clothes, before digging right back into the food. Each new plate he clears just adds more pounds to his waistline. Slowly widen this stance as he clears his 15th plate. His arms no longer sit straight down at his side as he clears his 21st. By his 24th plate, his legs start to shake a bit from standing. His weight started to affect it.
Ryan smiled softly, “Alright big boy, I think it’s time we head to bed and get some rest, before you’re too fat to get yourself there.”
Dylan gulped down his beakful of food before looking back at Ryan, “Hmmm…? Oh… yea, good idea.” He hefts his gut up as he lets out another loud belch, loud enough to shake some of the plates on the cart. Before he slowly waddled his way to their shared bedroom. Having to squeeze his way through the door frame before flopping down onto his own bed, and immediately falling into a food coma.
While Dylan waddled off, Ryan got to work packaging up the remaining food. While also sprinkling more of his special powder onto it. Putting plates of food into air tight containers, leftover drinks into big pitchers, and all dirty dishes into neat yet dirty stacks in the resorts kitchen. All this going on, while someone watches on in the shadows of the second floor balcony. Having watched the whole stuffing session go down, before slipping off to their own room.
Day 2…
“Come on fatty, hurry up, don’t want the bridge to break on ya.” Ryan teased as he walked across the main bridge connecting Rito Village to the mainland, waiting at the far end, the old stable behind him.
Dylan pants heavily, sweat dripping down his feathers as he reaches the beginning of the bridge, looking over at Ryan, “I’m…! Huff… Trying!… it’s so… much harder!… Than you think!…”
Ryan leans against the post on the other side, “Well hurry up still, I've got all of last night's leftovers waiting for you.”
Dylan’s head immediately perked up at hearing food, which he took action by finally stepping onto the bridge. The wood started to creak ominously as it bowed and strained. The ropes were stretched as taut as they could, and the posts at either end of the bridge tilted inwards a few degrees. Each step the nearly immobile Rito took made him huff, and each plank of the bridge threatened to snap.
Both Dylan and Ryan were holding their breath, hoping the bridge didn't snap under Dylan’s weight. Right as Dylan lifts his leg, one leg that's still on the bridge, the plank snaps. Luckily Dylan stumbles just a bit and is safe on the other side of the bridge. He breathed a sigh of relief, “Never… doing that… again…”
Ryan nudged him, “It wasn't that bad, now come on, I got food for you.”
Dylan panted softly and hoists himself upright, “B-Better… be worth it…”
He followed right behind Ryan as he’s setting up a small campfire on the right side of the stable, which also had carts upon carts full of the food last night, plus plenty of extra that were sitting in horsedrawn carts. Ryan patted a blanket on the ground, looking up at Dylan, “Come on, take a seat big guy.”
Dylan huffed softly and plopped down next to Ryan, “Guh! Whew… no more walking for a while…”
Ryan stood up, grabbing a container of food and opening it, the smell of leftover steak hitting Dylan, “Oh don’t worry, you’re not gonna be moving at all when I’m done with you.”
“What do you m-mmmph!” Dylan was interrupted mid sentence, as food was shoved into his beak, forcing him to swallow it down. Which was immediately followed by a soft gurgle, and his gut surging out a couple inches. Before he could even question Ryan, more food was shoved down his gullet. Each piece of food swelling him up more. Starting with his legs.
Dylan’s legs immediately started to grow useless. His thighs were already wider than light posts, but now, they were swelling to the size of tree trunks and starting to engulf the rest of his fattening legs. His feet were substantially able to just flail as he was helplessly fed more. Next came his gut and chest.
His gut was by far the largest part of him. Spreading outwards in front of him and to his sides. With a pair of pillowy moobs resting on his chest, as both consistently swell with each bit of food being shoved down his gullet. Ryan eventually had to lean on his gut to feed his friend. Then came Dylan’s arms and face.
As more food was shoved into his beak, his arms were forced upwards more and more as he kept filling with new layers of fat. Alongside his chest filling out and pushing his chins upward alongside his swelling cheeks. Causing his face to sink in. Ryan now needing to climb up Dylan’s gut, just to get food into his greedy beak.
While Ryan was busy stuffing his friend, someone approached with a cart in tow. One like the other horse drawn carts that were there. The mysterious creature set the cart next to the stable front door, and walked to the side of it, greeted by the gurgling blue mass of a Rito, “Looks like you’ve gotten to work already huh? Couldn’t wait for me?”
Ryan turned his head towards the voice, seeing a heavy set wolf, dressed in hylian gear. Ryan slid down Dylan’s gut, landing right in front of the wolf, “Ah, there you are Eventide! Sorry, couldn’t help but stuff him. He worked up such an appetite to get here. All this extra food should help though, he’s got a lot of growing to do. Come, take a rest on Hyrule’s most comfortable bed!”
Eventide chuckled softly, “Well, don’t mind if I do!” He walked past Ryan and climbed up Dylan’s gut, finally coming to rest between Dylan’s moobs.
Ryan climbed up himself, holding a container of food, “You just relax and enjoy the show. I’ll keep feeding him more.”
Eventide gave a thumbs up, “You got it! You weren’t kidding on the comfort too.”
Day 7…
As the week comes to a close, Ryan finishes shoving the last bit of food Eventide brought, leaving Dylan a complete blob of himself. The right side of his body pressed up against the stable and and even starting to cover the top a bit, while his other side inches closer to the cliff on the other side. Eventide had been spending most of the week helping Ryan feed Dylan, while spending plenty of time resting on him too.
Now a delivery was on its way, no idea how much was coming, or what Ryan would do with said delivery. One thing is for sure, Dylan’s waistline was in serious trouble.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Avian (Other)
Size 2146 x 1717px
File Size 3.42 MB
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