Kay 🍑🔞 (Imp fattener 5000)

@helluvalotofbutt.bsky.social

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18+ MDNI - Age in bio or get blocked 🔞🔞 Side account for @helluvabutt, where I can post my weird kinks, and be sad sometimes. Expect occassional dead dove. If you don't want to see wg art, mute #helluvalotofbutt, if you do, you're in the right place

sketch of a fat dragon Blitz politely waiting for his next stack of cheese wheels to be delivered.
We'd Both Be Too Much For Anybody Else by HelluvaLotOfButt for kh0sh3kh Tags: Explicit, Blitz/Stolas, Weight Gain, Size Kink, Transformation, Body Worship, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Chubby Stolas Goetia, Body Image, Soft Blitz, Soft Stolas, Bottom Stolas, Top Blitz, POV Stolas Summary: On their one-year anniversary, Stolas wants to give Blitzø something special, something he’s always felt he’s been lacking. But when the simple transformation spell doesn't work quite as planned, Stolas ends up creating far more of a gift than he intended.
Screenshot redraw of Blitz bending over and slapping his ass in Helluva Short 12, but now his ass is FAT
screenshot from furaffinity of the Harvest vessel Blitz art I did but with a red warning that "Selected file is over the size limit"
Screenshot of chapter 4 of Too Much Imp to Simp with the summary "Time to find out just how far the spell can go..."
Art of an incredibly fat Andrealphus with a chubby Vassago. Andrealphus is leaning over a table, reaching for more food, his robes are torn and he's visibly sweating and exhausted. Vassago is laying a hand against his arm, gesturing away with a concerned look and a small blush. Vassago: Come on cariño, didn't you say you were full? Andrealphus: No! I *huff* refuse to be outdone by- *urp* by an imp. Vassago: *sigh* Que pesado... ❤️
The Weight of Worship by HelluvaLotOfButt (helluvabutt) for slinkinginshadows Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Blitzo & Cash Buckzo (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia, Cash Buckzo (Helluva Boss), Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss), Harvest God Stolas, Vessel Blitzø, Weight Gain, Force-Feeding, Stuffing, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Trauma, Bad Parent Cash Buckzo (Helluva Boss), Human Sacrifice, Religious Cults, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Praise Kink, Protective Stolas Goetia, POV Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Hellaverse WG Week Summary: When another year of failed harvest leaves a village looking for any last-ditch solutions, Blitzø is fattened up as their offering to a harvest god no one is sure even exists. But Stolas does exist, and he has no intention of accepting a corpse. Caught between a desperate village, an angry father, and an elusive god who's taken a liking to him, Blitzø finds that the crops aren't the only thing blooming under the Harvest Moon.
CW: Weight gain, fat fetish An extremely fat Blitz with Stolas bending over to lean against his shoulders. Stolas is dressed in a sheer flowing gown, with a wreath crown made of flowers and wheat. Blitz is dressed in a pale green ceremonial outfit that has ridden up so it barely covers his enormous belly and is clearly straining on him. Stolas: There's my handsome glutton! My, you look even plumper in the flesh! Blitz: Get a fuckin' eyeful Stols! It's a literal miracle I'm still standing Stolas: Well, so long as they're looking after my favourite vessel, I can supply all the miracles you need! Blitz: Oh yeah, then you'd better enjoy the robe while you can! 'Cause I'm gonna be busting out of it before the feast even starts!
White text (NSFW) on black background. It was a porn site rather than a novel that gave him a flash of inspiration. It was easier to keep the thoughts at bay when he had to look at another man rather than imagine him. And this man looked nothing like Blitzø. The incubus was reasonably tall, a short shock of white hair between his straight horns, and once upon a time, Stolas might have called that enough of a difference. But his body... Rather than lean, curated muscle, he found soft dough. It was the kind of b that Stolas had been taught to revile from an early age. He had to watch what he ate, lest he become so ugly and slovenly himself. But the man in the video showed no disdain for his body. He ate brazenly, taking huge bites of a gargantuan pizza slice, all the while rubbing his soft stomach, making his fat shift over his bloated middle and telling his viewers about how full he was getting. And Lucifer help Stolas, he was wet as the rain-soaked streets of Lust.
Cropped screenshot featuring the face of a very fat Blitz, dressed as Bethany Ghostfucker
A completed version of the Feedism Kink Jars template. The jars that are most filled are Gentle Feeding, Belly rubs, Approval/praise, Soft Fat, Tits (especially moobs), Fat pads, Preg/Mpreg and Apron Belly. The only unfilled ones are Gainer and Daddy-Son relationship
Poplin - a rust colour goat/dragon hybrid, but extremely fat
Poplin - a goat dragon hybrid with a thick tail and rusty coloured fur on most of their body, but a light orange chest and belly. They have teal coloured horns, eyes and hooves, long goat-like ears and a furry dark purple ruff around their long neck. They have several marking on their body, including a purple mask-shaped mark on their face. Their lower legs, hips shoulders and a patch on their tail are all lighter orange, with a wavy pale line running through it, surrounded by freckle like spots. Their hands are dark purple, with light orange fingers.
His shit stain of a dad had been good for one thing at least. He’d passed on most of his impish features, his long horns with thick bands, his face shape, his claws, all little things that let Blitzø pass most of the time. If he could pin his ears down flat enough and pretend that his long impish tail had a spade rather than a little tuft of dark fluff, then at a glance, nobody would know any different. Sinners certainly didn’t. A familiar guilt was rising in his throat. The things he’s always tried to hide had come from his momma. She’d given them to him and he’d- He could remember cuddling up to her, soft and warm, feeling her fur tickle against him. His own had always been shorter, sparse enough that it could be ignored, not like hers. He’d sometimes stroke it, when he was small enough to sit in her lap, and she’d know he needed something without even asking. She could be blunt, forceful when she needed to be, but she’d been soft in every sense of the word. Now he was getting softer too, and he resented it. The parts of him that felt like her were the parts he hated the most. He’d never be anything more than a fraction of her.
Kay's Adopt a WIP - Kinky edition Part 1 of Every Kink in the Book ~4,000 - $30 Blitzø -> Dragon TF (they fuck) ~5,000 - $40 Stolas uses a spell to gain a little more cushion for the pushin' and miscalculates ~4,000 - $30 Onlyfans creator (Blitzø) and biggest fan (Stolas) trope, but make it feedism ~13,000 - $110 Free Rein: Pick a kink from the following list, tell me your no-go's and the rest is up to me Mpreg Weight Gain Lactation Expansion Genital TF/changes a/b/o heats & ruts
Art of a fat Blitz in the waitress out from the 2024 summer merch mug. Leaning on a table and holding a stack of pancakes in one hand
A short clip of Blitz in the cushion pile at the start of Ghostfuckers, eating ice cream on loop.
timelapse for a sketch of a hugely fat Blitz, belly almost down to his feet, holding up one arm
A sketch of a fat Blitz in the waitress out from the 2024 summer merch mug. Leaning on a table and holding a stack of pancakes in one hand
a sketch of Blitz looking surprised with his mouth slack and eyes wide. He has a blush, little heart pupils and a line of drool
His udder was growing too fast, only a couple of days ago, it had been barely visible, unless someone was looking for it. Now it was impossible to miss. It sat heavy and full between his thighs, it’s warm cargo making his legs feel flushed, especially with his new ‘outfit’ providing no barrier. When he walked now, he was forced to either carry it, feeling it’s heavy weight in his hands, and trying to resist the urge to squeeze, or with every step he could feel it sloshing against his legs. It wasn’t the only thing that had taken to bouncing though.
an incredibly small and round Blitz with chubby cheeks lying in a palm (implied to be Stolas's) being prodded in his belly
sketch of an anthro cow
Despite being unavoidable, he could have found a way to ignore it, lumped it in with the rest of his fattening body as something that he didn’t want, the price of comfort. But he could feel it. In his chest and in his udder, things were changing. It wasn’t just adipose building up behind the flesh. It was soft, sure, his chest especially blossoming with some extra cushioning, but the weight of it was unnatural, filling him up, pulling the flesh down. When he pressed against his skin, he could feel a tension, something churning within. It was only a week before his udder was large and full enough that he could feel sloshing. It only happened when he was a little too vigorous, but he couldn’t deny it, his little milk bags were filling, and they were filling fast.
They ranged from sweet, gentle, you feel even softer, you’re so handsome, more of you to appreciate, before quickly veering off into significantly more unhinged territory, growing more and more vulgar with every kiss until Stolas was hooting with uncontainable laughter and Blitzø was promising, “I’m going stick my dick in your folds and make you jiggle so fucking good you’ll be finding cum in them for weeks.” “Blitzø!” he squawked, a mixture of embarrassment from how flushed his cheeks were with the suggestion, and the way the kisses were tickling, making his belly bounce with each laugh. “That’s it, keep wobbling for me, can only imagine how fucking hot that gut of yours would look as you bounced on my dick,” Blitzø rumbled, a purr catching on the edge of the words that had Stolas moaning quietly, only spurring Blitzø on harder as he insisted, “Admit it bitch, I can smell you. You’re into this, being so fucking fat you wouldn’t be able to see my cock as you took it into that fat puss. Bet you’d be huffing after only a couple of thrusts, carrying all that weight around, huh big boy?”