your style replacement therapy is doing wonders, your line thickness is looking so bold and your eyes look so toony already! i bet you can swallow giant sandwiches in one bite soon!

devolves into a big assed raptor

using a used gamer chair that belonged to a gluttonous try-hard gamer skunk you find yourself dominating every game you play, but gradually, you’re turning into an elite gamer snob and a fat chairbound slob and you’re feeling the urge to change your account names to the skunk’s gamertag too

[kink, plush/fursuit transformation] anyone else want a hug

the silly wobbly plush-suited mascot gives you a big long hug, but by the end of it, they’re a normal furry saying “thanks, buddy!” and rushing away and now you’re stuck as a big doofy mascot version of yourself

i like my furries like i like my smoothies: thick and fruity

the elites dont want you to know the slimes in the dungeon are free, you can take them home (on your hips after they force themselves down your gullet of course)

you’re almost unrecognizable with your new vibrant feathers, shiny beak, and way-more flamboyant personality! let’s see what your friends think of the new and flirtier bird-you!

your fursona would look better as a blimping, wheezing, double-door-wide landwhale, go ahead update your ref and i’ll wait

you thought you were becoming a lycanthrope? nah you’re a lytoucanthrope! a feathery, big beaked, fruit-craving werebird every full moon! and good luck hiding your new toucan mannerisms in your everyday life!

feeding you the cursed pie day pie that multiplies your weight by 3.14159…

it’s harder to fight back against the fox spirit deity hijacking your body when they’re ethereally shoving your consciousness down to your/their freshly transformed vulpine rump

blimping gasbag hyenas that uncontrollably belch during their uncontrollable cackling

the duality of wanting to be a generic furry tf victim and wanting to godmode to mess with everyone else in weird tfy ways

sits on your lap and absorbs you into living ass fat (sorry you were just so comfy i wanted to sit on you forever)

tooncorp hired me as a web designer but they keep reassigning me to weirder roles, i’m currently the kitchen toaster and i’m hoping i don’t end up something more ridiculous 3.5/5 stars, good job stability and light workloads but they expect you to stay late

For @intoxicat2.bsky.social #1800Comm #Toon #Fatfur

they’re saying you’re mogging me so we’ll see how well you can mog me when i transmogrify you into a dumb fat donkey

world obesity day? *looks at you* yeah that checks out

Wished granted! 🦄✨️

be careful where you stand or else you might end up a reprogrammed raptorbot like @tempostunes.bsky.social !

turning into a fatass marshmallowy unicorn and using my illusion magic to hide this in public (please ignore the loud stomping and random invisible pillowy bumps against my ass)

fat horse/mount tf is so good, your whole new purpose is to carry people around all day and it’s just soooo much harder for you with that fat swaying belly and wobbling ass

if you didn’t want to be fatter then why did you say yes when the cashier asked if you wanted to round up??

sticks a magic post-it note labeled “800 lbs” on your back and you grow to match

you’re so lucky you put on the cursed infinite feedbag that turns you into a fat horse during the year of the horse, any other year and you’d be a laughing stock

cursed dating app that keeps you subscribed by slowly turning you into a fatter dorkier nerd that bombs every date by ranting about how much you carry your mmo raid guild every expansion

another year single another year stuck a swan boat in the tunnel of love (i have no idea how to break this cycle, how am i supposed to get into a relationship floating around as a dumb bird boat??)

your reality warping friend is playing out their pokemon mystery dungeon fantasy as the main character and now you’re learning the hard way that going off script and asking them to turn everything back is a surefire way to get demoted into a weaker + more embarrassing pokemon

i’ll probably get stuck as a fat wobbly marshmallowy horse at the start of the chinese new year so please come visit me at the double wide stables

what if we were birds… with big beaks and big bellies and big butts…

yeah yeah matey, i know i shouldn’t have pirated that blasted shapeshifter app, i know i wouldn’t be formlocked an’ speechlocked into a damned fatass parrot pirate if i hadn’t

oops you died in the super hard game again, yknow what that means: another 2 liters of gainer shake funnelled down your throat

(1/2) Toxi and Cam got a call for "Post Holiday Cleanup", not expecting the gingerbread house to be life sized... Not that it affected their enthusiasm it seems

(2/2) Bringing new meaning to eating out of house and home For @intoxicat2.bsky.social !

happy febawooary everydoggy

role reversal where the fat friend stays fat and the skinny friend gets the fattest

making you so fat all of your friends and colleagues gasp and whisper about how much you let yourself go

Behold, a reminder that @intoxicat2.bsky.social enjoys ice cream! LOTS of ice cream! A bit off season, but it's fine, right?

they call me toxi because im going fatten you to XI hundred pounds

when the huge fatass is pressed against you in an elevator and you ask for “a little space” and they say they’ll give you more than a little and now you’re the fatass pressing against them

if i block you you get actually “blocked”, like you turn into a 2ft x 2ft concrete cube until i unblock you if i ever do

should i add a content warning for my tweets that tf readers into fat crow nerds or is this cursed tweet okay?

the first thing i did when i turned into a snake is test with a mirror if i could hypnotize people into gaining weight and uh long story short I’ve put on some weight

i always forget all non-dragons turn into super loyal kobolds fixated on serving dragons for dragon appreciation day, but here we are yip yap

hey uh turns you into a fat nerdy weasel with a big toony snout

i’m going to be so mad when everyone tfs into living fursuits at ANE and i’m not there

yeah i might’ve been churned into someone’s permanent sentient belly fat but lets not let that change our friend dynamic too much

dps stands for “damage” per second?? why didn’t anyone tell me to stop magically stuffing them with /doughnuts/ all raid night then??

such a dilemma wanting to be both a heavy doughy nerdwolf and a simple squeaky balloon dog