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Wait, Wojtek was a YouTuber? I always thought he was just some spergy fatfur artist. Please, tell me what you know
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Sorry, for being late, but I was busy
Yeah He is semi-popular Polish YTber, in Poland he's more recognized as Youtuber, than fat fetish artist. He got viral in 2016, when his dramatic reading of bad Jeff the Killer fanfic was animated by popular animator
(All videos are in Polish btw)
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Interesting. So do his viewers know about what he draws, or are most of them normies?
Also, I noticed that his YT icon is is Shenzi from TLK. After digging through his FA a bit more, it was mentioned on an image he made of Shenzi that she was (somehow) why he became a fatfag, so it's quite funny that he made her his YT icon
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WaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitWAIT. That morbidly obese KF NEET pic is HIS work?
Hooooooooly okay
Yeah I only really knew him from PUZNO because otherwise me and everyone else in my class were watching the other on-top YouTube content of the era, so Filthy Frank, iDubbbz, h3h3, maxmoefoe, Polish copies like Gargamel, ahus, Generator Frajdy and so on. Then I heard something about him getting cancelled and that's the last I've heard.
And now you're telling me that he's been doing fat furry art like that on FurAffinity? I have NEVER heard about this before, holy shit.
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Yeah, the viewers are aware of his fetish. He used to be very vocal about this in past ( to avoid for him unnecessary drama, like Pyronicycal (from his point)) rn he got calmer about this and isn't in every video luckily)
Yeah, It was made by him. Anyways he has an Deviantart account (where he posts his models too)
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The thing that fascinates me about this guy is the total lack of improvement or change in style present in his art. You generally see some kind of change in an artist over the course of 5 years, even in fetish pornography. This can range from anatomy to scenario or shading, but no this guy just keeps chugging along.
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Ah anyways here's videos, which was metioned by Saivaas (both in Polish)
that one, where he defends JKR
Political compass reupload (private)
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Speaking of wojti2000, his deviantart gallery is 1500 posts strong. Nothing is safe from his GIMP brushes, not even his own pet cat.
Besides all the typical furfag bait you'd expect in his gallery, there's also... this.
And whatever the fuck this is
And some quaint literature to finish things off. Tags below. I'm not surprised someone with this late-stage brainrot would have nothing of value to say, all that brain power was prioritized elsewhere.
Besides all the typical furfag bait you'd expect in his gallery, there's also... this.
And whatever the fuck this is
And some quaint literature to finish things off. Tags below. I'm not surprised someone with this late-stage brainrot would have nothing of value to say, all that brain power was prioritized elsewhere.
WARNING: Contains mutual gaining, weight gain, light slob and one "vore-esqe" moment.
It's an fat furs story with my medical waifus - Symbicord Wolf Doctor, Dr. Hutchison, Nurse Gazelle, Cat Nurse from Ren Seeks Help and the Rabbit Nurse from Dr.Rabbit! Enjoy!
It was a rather bad, busy day for the Director of city's biggest hospital. The weather was horrendous, with wind howling like a hurricane, rain pouring from clouds and thunder ocasionally breaking up the silence. Perfect weather for a zombie outbreak. Every patient was feeling unnerved, and the staff ordered majority of the kids in the hospital to stay asleep. Especially ones afraid of thunderstorms, as fear and staying awake could only make their state worse. The Director himself was in his dark, cyan-colored room, looking at the window and other buildings behind it. He was a middle-aged, skinny tabby cat with circles under his eyes, formed by lack of sleep. Sometimes he would stare at his potted plant, other time at his computer screen, only to go back to looking at the window. Finally, the monotony got broken by someone opening the door.
-Come in.
The Director saw one of his doctors coming in, or rather squeezing in. She was obese, morbidly even. Huge legs barely supported flabby body with stomach portruding like a giant furry boulder, as one button of her coat was barely holding it together. The gray shirt underneath also struggled to contain her gut, lifting up to reveal fur-covered flab. Her beautiful wolf face was round and pudgy, she had two chins, if not more. And what was in her pocket? It was filled with snack cakes. Tucked under her arm was a notepad.
-B-boss?- she whispered, in a rather shy voice.
-Come in...
The Wolf poured herself in, with her fat body sweating. She then proceeded to sit down on a swivel chair before Director's desk, and with her collosal size it looked like her butt literally devoured the chair, which sunk into it before creaking loudly several times.
-B-boss...we are having one slight problem...
-What it is?- asked Director, disgusted by the sight of such obesity. Thick fingers of the wolf were covered in chocolate, which upon seeing the Director notice it, she licked off with great delight.
-Boss...there is some polack flipping out in the observation room. Pretty nasty customer, boss. He's afraid, and maybe you could tell him off, he told me he wants to speak with you.
-What is his reasoning behind this nonsence? Can't he just speak with some other doctor?
-No, he told me he wants to speak precisely with the medical director.
-Shurely. I can do this.
The Director got up, and let the Wolf direct him to the observation room, althrough he knew where it was. He just went with her, to make shure she won't take any detours to the lounge's wending machine. Once they got there, they saw a rather muscular wisent screaming at the doctors. He stopped hoever upon seeing the Director.
-Yoo therr!- growled the wisent with thick, slavic accent.
-Im the Director, sir...what is your problem?
-Kall me Kiki, my name eez Kiki, Kiki Szywiecki, tho yoo Amyerrikans propably don't noo how to prronounce eet. Speeking ov wheech, ay want to rryeporrt soomtink.
-What is it?
-Well. That wooman thyerr- the wisent pointed at the Wolf -She knooked my IV bag oovorr with herr giant ass!
The Wolf's round cheeks got pink, as she blushed and smiled nervously. The Director looked at her with slight irritation in his green cat eyes.
-That was just a small accident at work...it could happen to anyone.
The Director came closer to the wisent, and got his IV bag off the floor, expecting the damage of it. Luckily it was intact.
-I greatly apologize for this, mister Shiiv...SyzzzStrrrivvyeeckee...I greatly apologize. Im so ashamed...
-Yoo shood be! Look at majorrity of yoorr staff, they arr geteeng faaat!
Momentally, a flood of shame hit the Director like a brick, when he looked at the Wolf, and she shurely noticed it, blushing even more.
-Don't worry, mister. I will try to do something with it...
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Few hours of work passed, The Director was sitting in his room, playing with his pen, awaiting visitation. Soon enough, the guest he expected huddled in, barely huffling upstairs. Doctor Paula Hutchison. Little heeled boots on stump-like legs, and her light-indigo dress stretched on giant body. Straps of her white apron were tucked into her fat shoulders, and a second chin was slowly forming under her mouth. A donut was impaled brutally on her hook hand prosthetic, oozing with cherry jam which was slowly moving onto the cold steel, only to start dripping onto the floor. In her other hand was a source of them all, a plastic bag filled with other donuts ready to go onto her hook, and meet their fate in her greedy mouth.
-Oh, boss!- said the yellow cat, slowly huffing her way to the chair, with her boobs and collosal portruding flabby stomach rocking back and forth like sacks of liquid. Her butt swallowed the already stressed chair, as she sat down on it, much like equaly fat Wolf few hours before. The Director slowly put the pen back on his desk, and looked on the giant, butter-like blob of a cat.
-Greetings, Paula. Do you know why I called you in?
-No...not at all.
-Listen up...we've ben having a few problems with our patients, well...one of them even said it out loud, well...the obesity problem is running here.
-Well...- chuckled Doctor Hutchison -If there is one thing obesity does not, it's running.
-Paula, the thing is...many of the hospital staff are either overweight, obese, or even morbidly obese. From what I heard, one of our nurses can't even stand up, and needs help with it. This is not normal.
-Boss, calm down, 'kay? It's a matter of perspective. When our patients see how fat some of us are, they immediately think we are rich, and experienced. See boss, today we had a patient, a little girl that had pretty nasty case of emesis, poor girl didn't want to eat. But then guess what! She hugged me, and...boom!
Hutch swinged her thick arm that ended with a hook, making jam drip on Director's prized carpet.
-She ate it up, and her medicine too, she wasn't afraid of the vomiting! And told me she wants to be like me!
Director facepalmed heavily, and then proceeded to slowly move his hand across the whole face, before breathing heavily and finally proceeding to talk.
-Maybe we should...set things clear. You just encouraged childhood obesity...in my hospital. And I cannot accept that, we do not want to get the obesity problem in our world to get even more out of hand.
Hutchison laughed, and took a small bite out of the donut impaled on her hook. After licking frosting off her face, she responded:
-It's no problem, it's choice. People choose to be fat. And let them choose.
The Director visibly got irritated, and Hutchinson saw it.
-Maybe i'll go...'kay? I need to talk with miss Wolf in the long...
-Aha!- exclaimed the Director, raising in his chair and pointing finger at the cat triumphantly -I got you! You will go and stuff yourself silly at the vending machines, huh?
-Are you a fortuneteller? You are pretty good at it.- happily said Hutchison, taking another bite out of her donut and slowly lifting her fat body of the chair.
-Well, tomorrow im going to get them terminated.
Hutchison almost dropped her donut bag, as she stopped halfway through the room, and turned her plump face towards the Director.
-W-what?
-Yes. No more of those...those chocolate bars, and chips. No more, that's it- said the Director, getting up from his chair and exiting the office before Hutchison -I need to walk around to wear the anger off, go do something else! You're free!
Director angrily started wandering around the hospital, sometimes even walking into random rooms, with the sound of his boots echoing through the mainly empty corridors. Until he finaly saw one of his nurses, a brown cat. There were gaps between buttons of her white uniform which was horrendously stretched, and squeaked in pain as she waddled down the corridoor, with a bag of chips in one hand, and a chicken drumstick covered in some sauce in another one. She was chomping on them greedily.
-Hey...-said the Director, approaching her. When the cat nurse saw him, she looked at him with her grumpy, pudgy face.
-Hi.
Director looked at her again, with great disgust. Celluite-covered, sandbag-like legs with paws squeezed into tiny boots much like with Hutchinson, collosal butt, arms thick as tree trunks, saggy breasts and a flabby stomach, roughly the size of a big armchair. Her pockets were filled with various snacks, such as small packets of potato chips and candy.
-Ummm...I need to talk with you, it's not something personal but...I think we are having a problem in our hospital.
-What's the matter?- the cat nurse asked after eating the drumstick, only to start looking inside the packet of potato chips with her stubby, sausage-like fingers.
-I think we are having an obesity problem in our personel, Miss Hutchison even barely walks. We can't look like this, or else they might think that we are giving a bad example to our patients. I heard from Hutch that a small girl told us that she wants to be fat. Yeah...I bet I'll see her in a couple of years as a case of heart attack due to extreme obesity...hehehehe...
The Director chuckled nervously, looking at the gorging cat. Once she swallowed her last chip, she finally spoke.
-Chief, I dunno. Maybe it's just me but we should give 'em the choice. They can choose between skinny or fat.
-Hutchison said so too, but there is a difference, miss. There is a world of differences between encouraging obesity, and fat acceptance.
-What? You are sayin' that im obese, huh?
Director proceeded to poke furry flab that was pouring out from under her uniform.
-You can fool yourself, but you can't fool me. And...seriously? - the Director grabbed her empty bag of chips
-Those pepper-flavoured chips? Don't you know what they add to those? It's full on chemistry and saturated fat.
-Yeeeah...but it's delicious. Come on doc, If you would try to eat at least one pack without any prejudice to 'em, you would also like 'em.
-For what? To balloon up like you? These are addicting, you know. And what was that?- growled the Director, picking up the chicken bone from the floor in disgust - Unghh...Chicken deep fried in lard from Ciapciak Burger? I can't even look at this stuff...Jesus...
-You are just a picky eater.
The cat nurse started waddling away from him, scratching her buttocks, until she disappeared behind the corner and only her stomping footsteps could be heard, slowly fading away into complete silence. Director facepalmed again, and then proceeded to massage his forehead with irritation.
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Another few hours passed, the Director decided to rest on a comfy blue couch in the corridor instead of his room, slowly sliding up and down without care. Every doctor and nurse that passed him, asked about why is he there, and he always responded with a crude "Not your business, go back to work.". He sat like that for many minutes, until finally deciding to go and visit some patients, to forget about his anxiety and irritation. He overreacted that much not only because he was a doctor and was afraid of obesity's side-effects slowly getting to his subordinates, but deep inside in a part of subconciousness existance of which he was too shy to admit, the Director had a fear of fat women. It all started when he was a little boy, and his father abused him, scaring him since he was a little boy that his morbidly obese, bed-ridden mother will eat him. It seems nonsensical now, but when he was a toddler, he was legitimately afraid of her. His mother tried her best to be a good, loving parent despite being immobile, but all those efforts were just purely worthless, as even as a teenager the Director couldn't get close of her. Sometimes even today, after her getting accidentally killed by his father, he sometimes had dreams of her devouring him. His father had an argument with her, and decided to hit her after she refused to get liposuction. Due to him being a bodybuilder with great strenght, with just a small blow he managed to hit her right into the vunerable skull, crushing the brain inside of it. She was declared dead on arrival.
The night terrors. They always started with him and his mother, skinny. He was still a little boy with Batman T-Shirt from the past, but had a mind of his present, adult self. He always ran up to his mom, and hugged her tightly, only to realise she started swelling up like stung by a bee. Her apron snapped, her shirt's buttons popped off with an ear-splitting sound. Her dress started to rip, as she slowly started also growing taller. And the only thing he could say was:
-M...mommy?
His mother now was a giant blob of fat, that towered over him like a skyscraper, with her giant thick legs now being the size of two collosal silos. Her eyes started glowing red, as her mouth started to water, with saliva dropping on him.
-Mommy?
-Come here son.- she said, with her booming voice, as she reached out for the little boy with her giant hand, grabbing him.
-No, mommy! Mommy! Why?
She slowly pulled him up to her big open jaw, which was filled with sharp teeth, dripping with disgusting, slime-like saliva, as her tongue slowly rolled out.
-Mommy, mommy! Please, i'll be good!
It was too late, as his mother put him right into her mouth. He screamed for his mother, as she rolled him around with her giant, meaty tongue. Her disgusting breath rendered him unable to breathe, and as he slowly descended into the darkness of her gullet, he couldn't grasp more air. Descending into the acid pit...the pain, skin is tearing off. His mother is digesting him.
-Mommy, I'll be good! I'll be good!
He reaches out his little hand for help which doesn't come. More pain. The stomach acid reaches his neck...
-Hey, mister, are you alright?
The Director woke up, sweating and shaking. Skin under his fur was pale, and after getting back up on his trembling legs, he noticed that he fell off from the couch. A pudgy teen hyena with pigtails was standing next to him, worried. By pudgy, I mean really pudgy, with very big hips in barely buttoned up black jeans, large, rotund furry stomach pouring out from under her outstretched purple shirt was hanging down, reaching halfway to her knees, thick arms and a little, barely visible third chin yet in forming, her hair was also dyed purple, and two pierced ears were portruding from it, pierced with silver rings.
-Is everything alright? You were sleeping on the couch, and all of the sudden you fell and started shaking, I thought you had some seizure or something.
The Director still couldn't shake it off. He looked at the hyena with his terror-filled eyes and whispered only one thing:
-I'll be good...
Before the girl could do anything, the cat proceeded to walk back to his room. He felt paranoic, the night terrors always got to him. If it wasn't the mother, it was the father that haunted him. The trauma was real, and before he could reach his office, the Director just jumped to one of the free beds in the nearest room, covered himself with bedsheets, curled up in a ball and started crying like a little baby with only one sentence in mind, which he kept repeating to himself.
"I'll be good."
All of the sudden, someone took the bedsheets away. It was Hutchison.
-Bo-boss?
Director screamed, and fell off the bed, suddenly feeling horrible pain in his knee.
-Boss! You broke your leg!
It was broken indeed. The big, fat yellow cat managed to put him back on the bed to preform the usual routine. After some time, he was ready. His leg was fractured, and had to be immobilized. During the whole process, he watched Hutchison, as she was covering it with a fiberglass cast with extreme care, and then came up to him.
-Is everything okay boss? You look sick...
-Y-yeah...I don't feel so well...
Hutchison covered Director's body up to his head with cozy, delightfully cold bedsheet, and then rubbed his head. He couldn't help but make a weird motion with it, like the girl was going to hit him, as the trauma was still holding strong. The yellow cat then gave him a soft pillow, and proceeded to look at him, smiling. Unexpectedly the chubby hyena Director saw before came into the observation room, rocking her big hips trapped in overstretched jeans back and forth, as she slowly walked up to Director's bed and proceeded to kneel next to his side.
-Is everything alright?
Her voice was suprisingly soothing, as she put a finger on the Director's cheek.
-Yeah...my leg is broken, a small fracture but it will take a couple of days to heal...I had a bad dream, and I fell from the bed, twisting it too hard.
-Bad dream...- said the hyena, scratching her plump chin -That was no regular bad dream, it looked like you had some sort of a terrible psychotic night terror, you were shaking there. I'll call someone, okay?
-Shurely...- mumbled out the Director, trying to forget his dream, looking at the hyena go out of the room only to come back with nurse Gazelle, another one of his obese subordinates. Wearing her ill-fitting uniform, she looked like an overfilled sausage. Her buttons had gaps between them, and a big belly was portruding from the front, bulging out from underneath the white coat covered with various food stains, and crumbs falling down from a chocolate-filled croissant she was snacking on.
-Hi, boss!
Director looked at the volumptous butterball, as she sat down on a chair next to his forehead, consuming it with her big butt.
-Boss, hope you won't mind this little snack. I know that we are getting flabby...
-...But you can't resist those foods.- finished Hutchison, and then shared a laugh with Gazelle, before sitting next to her on another chair, which squeaked in pain once she sat on it.
-What was the dream about, boss?
Director took a deep breath, and then told Gazelle about his terrible dream plus the backstory on why they keep on haunting him, desperatly holding back tears. Once he finished everyone gave him a sad, empathic look.
-Seems like a light form of PTSD, due to very traumatic childhood memories. It must be really painful to remember that day everytime you fall asleep.- said Gazelle.
-This is the reason why I take sleep pills. I have trouble falling asleep, and the more I lay in the bed without falling asleep, the more those thoughts start creeping in. The thoughts of my parents. Faster I fall asleep, lesser the chance of getting one of those night terrors.
-Well, it's the weather. Everyone is sleepy today, boss. Wait...look!
Nurse Gazelle pointed at the window, and everyone near the bed looked at it, to notice that the rain slowly gave up, and snow started falling down.
-Snow in April? Must be some weather anomaly, but im okay with it.
It indeed was snowing, heavily and rapidly. Soon enough it turned into a blizzard, as the builidng and streets outside were covered more and more in a thick layer of soft, white substance. Director fell asleep, luckily this time he had no bad dreams, and could rest.
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Director woke up, and no one was in the room. It was night and the warm, orange glow of street lamps outside the window was the only source of light in the darkness. In the light of them, a thick layer of snow could be seen. It was still snowing. The fear of nocturnal terrors must have shook off his brain during the sleep, as he again was in his perfect, nervous but helpful, fat-shaming mood like usual.
-Is anyone there?
-Oh, I am, boss!- said a female voice, and a rabbit nurse emerged from behind one of the bed curtains. Again, she was obese, with apron barely holding together, being stressed by her gut pouring out at the front of her body, and her saggy melons.
-Good, uhhh...good night. I just woke up.
Another tubby figure came into the room, the hyena. She looked at the Director, and without any warning pulled his head with her thick arms and pressed it against her hard, beachball-sized breasts in a beautiful, caring hug.
-You are okay!- squeaked the hyena, pressing his head even tighter to her chest with suprising strenght -I thought you fell into a coma for a while!
After those words, she let go of the poor cat which took a deep breath after being slightly choked by her.
-Why do you care about me so much?
-Because I...- mumbled the hyena, as her round cheeks got rosy -I think you are nice...and you know...hot. I would love to be your...you know, doctor. My name is Roxanne.
-No- said Director with a poker face -First you would have to lose all that disgusting blubber, fatty. And second, you are only around sixteen or seventeen, im an adult!
Roxanne's eyes started getting filled with tears, as she walked out of the room sobbing. Deep inside, the Director knew it was bad, but some nasty thought kept on telling him that she deserved it, althrough he couldn't find any reason for what he just said to her. Rabbit wasn't happy to hear him say so either.
-You are rather rude...Why?
-Because...doooh!- screamed the Director, slamming his fist into the bedsheet -Fat people disgust me!
Then, the Wolf came in again, huffing her way through the room, looking at the Director.
-What is agitating, boss? Are there any complications of your fracture? Hutchison told me about it, your psychical state combined with it could really damage you.
-I just woke up, and guess what! That bloated sack of fat comes in, and decides to marry me!
-Boss, speaking of that...I brought you some food, you haven't ate in a couple of hours and you need nutriens.
Wolf put a plastic tray on the bedside table, with a piece of meat, salad and small bowl of tomato soup, which Director devoured quickly. He was so hungry, that he even licked the plate clean.
-Can I have a helping? Please, just one.
Soon, one helping got turned into two helpings, as the Director slowly felt his stomach getting filled more and more, until finally he couldn't bring himself to ask for fourth one, as he was stuffed to the very brim. Upon looking down on his abdomen area, he noticed that his belly grew a small muffin top. Before he could flip out on his nurses for bringing him a high-calory meal, he just fell asleep.
The void. It was him and his mother again. Momentally, his in-dream incarnation realised he has to wake up. His mother started growing, but now...she wasn't growing taller, only fatter. Once she reached her immobile state, the Director realised he starts hovering in the air, moving towards her blubbery face. He started screaming, only to realise his mother hugged him tightly to her soft, obese body.
-My son...I love you...- she said, in her delicate, soothing voice only a mother could make so delightfully gentle. It was suprising that it could come out of this morbidly obese, sloshy mountain of fat.
-Mommy...- whimpered out Director, as he started to cry. His tears were pouring down the fat rolls and humongous, bed-wide gut of his beloved mother. She rubbed his head, with her very thick fingers that ended in beautifuly painted claws.
-Shhhh...it's okay, your mommy is with you. You behaved very well, telling them about what happened. Now mommy got better, but you know what?
-What, mommy?
-You were very mean to those girls, my little baby. They were very, very sad.
-But mommy! It's because...Im scared of big girls...because of what father did to you...what he told me about you.
-Then you should not, not anymore. Love them like you loved me.
Then the Director woke up and noticed Roxanne by his side, looking at him with worry again. Before he realised what he was doing, he grabbed her head and hugged it tightly to his chest. The hyena squeaked, suprised by the act.
-Im so sorry...im so sorry- said the cat, clutching adorable pudgy head in his hands like the most precious treasure -Will you forgive me, Roxanne? Please...please forgive me, Roxanne. Im so sorry for what I have ben like.
-Okay, okay! Let go of me, doctor! My neck!
Director let go of the hyena which started massaging her thick, round neck.
-Please...don't leave! We cannot be partners but we can still be friends, Roxanne! I had a change of mind, please...
Roxanne looked at him confused. Now he could see her again, down from her Rebook sneakers, through the stomach pouring out on the front from underneath a purple shirt, right to the top of her head, only now seeing her in greater detail. Not as a disgusting, unhealthy pile of fat like he did before, but as a precious woman. And she was a beautiful sight indeed, a sight to behold and admire.
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Few days passed. Now the longue was filled with even more vending machines, as doctors were getting fatter and fatter. So, under Roxanne's influence also was the Director. He was no longer scrawny, his size could easily be compared to the one of his subordinates, his formerly baggy and too big coat was now struggling to contain his morbidly obese body, everytime he (barely) buttoned it up. His pants and turqoise shirt he wore just few days ago were no longer able to be put on without ripping them to complete shreds, so he had to buy new ones, especially chosing already tight ones, loving the feeling of his thick, meaty legs and round fat gut stretching the cloth to maximum. Of course, Director had to invest in a new chair which creaked constantly under his weight, despite being made completely out of metal. Utilizing his fingers, now resembling big sausages, he grabbed the comptuer mouse, pulled out a bag of potato chips and started watching YouTube, not thinking about anything but the food.
If you can't beat them, join them.
Suddenly, Hutchison came in, with clacking her tiny boots and meaty slosh of her body.
-Boss, we got a problem! We got a big problem down in the observation room, one of our patients is having some sort of a weird rage, and won't take medicine, please help me with her!
Soon enough Director walked to another dark room filled with beds, where most of the patients were sleeping, excluding one. A fox girl, in her late teens dressed in a tight, blue tracksuit was curled up on her bed, shaking with her eyes wide open. She clearly was also out of shape, much like Roxanne, and was crying. Once she saw the Director coming up to her, she covered her head with bedsheets like a small child afraid of some imaginary monster.
-Christine Straczynski, polish-american citizenship, clearly obvious...- said Hutchison, stomping slowly behind the Director -I tried to give her a suppository and she started throwing things at me, once we restrained her and gave her them, one for the anus and one for the clitoris, she fell into some sort of a trance, and now refuses to eat, take medicine or do anything. She says that she wants to talk with you.
Two cats came closer to her bed, the Director ordered Hutchison to leave, proceeding to sit down on a chair next to the bed, and slowly touched the shaking mass that was under the sheets. He got a grim reminder of himself just few hours ago, as Christine was in a similiar situation of pure fear. Judging by her description, the cat already found a reason for such behavior, she could just simply be homophobic and considered suppository curation a violation of her body, perfect.
-Uhh, miss Straczynski, what happened?- he mumbled, slowly lifting up the bedsheet to reveal the curled up plump girl underneath. She just whimpered and started crying again, crying in a gutwrenching, child-like manner.
It's an fat furs story with my medical waifus - Symbicord Wolf Doctor, Dr. Hutchison, Nurse Gazelle, Cat Nurse from Ren Seeks Help and the Rabbit Nurse from Dr.Rabbit! Enjoy!
It was a rather bad, busy day for the Director of city's biggest hospital. The weather was horrendous, with wind howling like a hurricane, rain pouring from clouds and thunder ocasionally breaking up the silence. Perfect weather for a zombie outbreak. Every patient was feeling unnerved, and the staff ordered majority of the kids in the hospital to stay asleep. Especially ones afraid of thunderstorms, as fear and staying awake could only make their state worse. The Director himself was in his dark, cyan-colored room, looking at the window and other buildings behind it. He was a middle-aged, skinny tabby cat with circles under his eyes, formed by lack of sleep. Sometimes he would stare at his potted plant, other time at his computer screen, only to go back to looking at the window. Finally, the monotony got broken by someone opening the door.
-Come in.
The Director saw one of his doctors coming in, or rather squeezing in. She was obese, morbidly even. Huge legs barely supported flabby body with stomach portruding like a giant furry boulder, as one button of her coat was barely holding it together. The gray shirt underneath also struggled to contain her gut, lifting up to reveal fur-covered flab. Her beautiful wolf face was round and pudgy, she had two chins, if not more. And what was in her pocket? It was filled with snack cakes. Tucked under her arm was a notepad.
-B-boss?- she whispered, in a rather shy voice.
-Come in...
The Wolf poured herself in, with her fat body sweating. She then proceeded to sit down on a swivel chair before Director's desk, and with her collosal size it looked like her butt literally devoured the chair, which sunk into it before creaking loudly several times.
-B-boss...we are having one slight problem...
-What it is?- asked Director, disgusted by the sight of such obesity. Thick fingers of the wolf were covered in chocolate, which upon seeing the Director notice it, she licked off with great delight.
-Boss...there is some polack flipping out in the observation room. Pretty nasty customer, boss. He's afraid, and maybe you could tell him off, he told me he wants to speak with you.
-What is his reasoning behind this nonsence? Can't he just speak with some other doctor?
-No, he told me he wants to speak precisely with the medical director.
-Shurely. I can do this.
The Director got up, and let the Wolf direct him to the observation room, althrough he knew where it was. He just went with her, to make shure she won't take any detours to the lounge's wending machine. Once they got there, they saw a rather muscular wisent screaming at the doctors. He stopped hoever upon seeing the Director.
-Yoo therr!- growled the wisent with thick, slavic accent.
-Im the Director, sir...what is your problem?
-Kall me Kiki, my name eez Kiki, Kiki Szywiecki, tho yoo Amyerrikans propably don't noo how to prronounce eet. Speeking ov wheech, ay want to rryeporrt soomtink.
-What is it?
-Well. That wooman thyerr- the wisent pointed at the Wolf -She knooked my IV bag oovorr with herr giant ass!
The Wolf's round cheeks got pink, as she blushed and smiled nervously. The Director looked at her with slight irritation in his green cat eyes.
-That was just a small accident at work...it could happen to anyone.
The Director came closer to the wisent, and got his IV bag off the floor, expecting the damage of it. Luckily it was intact.
-I greatly apologize for this, mister Shiiv...SyzzzStrrrivvyeeckee...I greatly apologize. Im so ashamed...
-Yoo shood be! Look at majorrity of yoorr staff, they arr geteeng faaat!
Momentally, a flood of shame hit the Director like a brick, when he looked at the Wolf, and she shurely noticed it, blushing even more.
-Don't worry, mister. I will try to do something with it...
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Few hours of work passed, The Director was sitting in his room, playing with his pen, awaiting visitation. Soon enough, the guest he expected huddled in, barely huffling upstairs. Doctor Paula Hutchison. Little heeled boots on stump-like legs, and her light-indigo dress stretched on giant body. Straps of her white apron were tucked into her fat shoulders, and a second chin was slowly forming under her mouth. A donut was impaled brutally on her hook hand prosthetic, oozing with cherry jam which was slowly moving onto the cold steel, only to start dripping onto the floor. In her other hand was a source of them all, a plastic bag filled with other donuts ready to go onto her hook, and meet their fate in her greedy mouth.
-Oh, boss!- said the yellow cat, slowly huffing her way to the chair, with her boobs and collosal portruding flabby stomach rocking back and forth like sacks of liquid. Her butt swallowed the already stressed chair, as she sat down on it, much like equaly fat Wolf few hours before. The Director slowly put the pen back on his desk, and looked on the giant, butter-like blob of a cat.
-Greetings, Paula. Do you know why I called you in?
-No...not at all.
-Listen up...we've ben having a few problems with our patients, well...one of them even said it out loud, well...the obesity problem is running here.
-Well...- chuckled Doctor Hutchison -If there is one thing obesity does not, it's running.
-Paula, the thing is...many of the hospital staff are either overweight, obese, or even morbidly obese. From what I heard, one of our nurses can't even stand up, and needs help with it. This is not normal.
-Boss, calm down, 'kay? It's a matter of perspective. When our patients see how fat some of us are, they immediately think we are rich, and experienced. See boss, today we had a patient, a little girl that had pretty nasty case of emesis, poor girl didn't want to eat. But then guess what! She hugged me, and...boom!
Hutch swinged her thick arm that ended with a hook, making jam drip on Director's prized carpet.
-She ate it up, and her medicine too, she wasn't afraid of the vomiting! And told me she wants to be like me!
Director facepalmed heavily, and then proceeded to slowly move his hand across the whole face, before breathing heavily and finally proceeding to talk.
-Maybe we should...set things clear. You just encouraged childhood obesity...in my hospital. And I cannot accept that, we do not want to get the obesity problem in our world to get even more out of hand.
Hutchison laughed, and took a small bite out of the donut impaled on her hook. After licking frosting off her face, she responded:
-It's no problem, it's choice. People choose to be fat. And let them choose.
The Director visibly got irritated, and Hutchinson saw it.
-Maybe i'll go...'kay? I need to talk with miss Wolf in the long...
-Aha!- exclaimed the Director, raising in his chair and pointing finger at the cat triumphantly -I got you! You will go and stuff yourself silly at the vending machines, huh?
-Are you a fortuneteller? You are pretty good at it.- happily said Hutchison, taking another bite out of her donut and slowly lifting her fat body of the chair.
-Well, tomorrow im going to get them terminated.
Hutchison almost dropped her donut bag, as she stopped halfway through the room, and turned her plump face towards the Director.
-W-what?
-Yes. No more of those...those chocolate bars, and chips. No more, that's it- said the Director, getting up from his chair and exiting the office before Hutchison -I need to walk around to wear the anger off, go do something else! You're free!
Director angrily started wandering around the hospital, sometimes even walking into random rooms, with the sound of his boots echoing through the mainly empty corridors. Until he finaly saw one of his nurses, a brown cat. There were gaps between buttons of her white uniform which was horrendously stretched, and squeaked in pain as she waddled down the corridoor, with a bag of chips in one hand, and a chicken drumstick covered in some sauce in another one. She was chomping on them greedily.
-Hey...-said the Director, approaching her. When the cat nurse saw him, she looked at him with her grumpy, pudgy face.
-Hi.
Director looked at her again, with great disgust. Celluite-covered, sandbag-like legs with paws squeezed into tiny boots much like with Hutchinson, collosal butt, arms thick as tree trunks, saggy breasts and a flabby stomach, roughly the size of a big armchair. Her pockets were filled with various snacks, such as small packets of potato chips and candy.
-Ummm...I need to talk with you, it's not something personal but...I think we are having a problem in our hospital.
-What's the matter?- the cat nurse asked after eating the drumstick, only to start looking inside the packet of potato chips with her stubby, sausage-like fingers.
-I think we are having an obesity problem in our personel, Miss Hutchison even barely walks. We can't look like this, or else they might think that we are giving a bad example to our patients. I heard from Hutch that a small girl told us that she wants to be fat. Yeah...I bet I'll see her in a couple of years as a case of heart attack due to extreme obesity...hehehehe...
The Director chuckled nervously, looking at the gorging cat. Once she swallowed her last chip, she finally spoke.
-Chief, I dunno. Maybe it's just me but we should give 'em the choice. They can choose between skinny or fat.
-Hutchison said so too, but there is a difference, miss. There is a world of differences between encouraging obesity, and fat acceptance.
-What? You are sayin' that im obese, huh?
Director proceeded to poke furry flab that was pouring out from under her uniform.
-You can fool yourself, but you can't fool me. And...seriously? - the Director grabbed her empty bag of chips
-Those pepper-flavoured chips? Don't you know what they add to those? It's full on chemistry and saturated fat.
-Yeeeah...but it's delicious. Come on doc, If you would try to eat at least one pack without any prejudice to 'em, you would also like 'em.
-For what? To balloon up like you? These are addicting, you know. And what was that?- growled the Director, picking up the chicken bone from the floor in disgust - Unghh...Chicken deep fried in lard from Ciapciak Burger? I can't even look at this stuff...Jesus...
-You are just a picky eater.
The cat nurse started waddling away from him, scratching her buttocks, until she disappeared behind the corner and only her stomping footsteps could be heard, slowly fading away into complete silence. Director facepalmed again, and then proceeded to massage his forehead with irritation.
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Another few hours passed, the Director decided to rest on a comfy blue couch in the corridor instead of his room, slowly sliding up and down without care. Every doctor and nurse that passed him, asked about why is he there, and he always responded with a crude "Not your business, go back to work.". He sat like that for many minutes, until finally deciding to go and visit some patients, to forget about his anxiety and irritation. He overreacted that much not only because he was a doctor and was afraid of obesity's side-effects slowly getting to his subordinates, but deep inside in a part of subconciousness existance of which he was too shy to admit, the Director had a fear of fat women. It all started when he was a little boy, and his father abused him, scaring him since he was a little boy that his morbidly obese, bed-ridden mother will eat him. It seems nonsensical now, but when he was a toddler, he was legitimately afraid of her. His mother tried her best to be a good, loving parent despite being immobile, but all those efforts were just purely worthless, as even as a teenager the Director couldn't get close of her. Sometimes even today, after her getting accidentally killed by his father, he sometimes had dreams of her devouring him. His father had an argument with her, and decided to hit her after she refused to get liposuction. Due to him being a bodybuilder with great strenght, with just a small blow he managed to hit her right into the vunerable skull, crushing the brain inside of it. She was declared dead on arrival.
The night terrors. They always started with him and his mother, skinny. He was still a little boy with Batman T-Shirt from the past, but had a mind of his present, adult self. He always ran up to his mom, and hugged her tightly, only to realise she started swelling up like stung by a bee. Her apron snapped, her shirt's buttons popped off with an ear-splitting sound. Her dress started to rip, as she slowly started also growing taller. And the only thing he could say was:
-M...mommy?
His mother now was a giant blob of fat, that towered over him like a skyscraper, with her giant thick legs now being the size of two collosal silos. Her eyes started glowing red, as her mouth started to water, with saliva dropping on him.
-Mommy?
-Come here son.- she said, with her booming voice, as she reached out for the little boy with her giant hand, grabbing him.
-No, mommy! Mommy! Why?
She slowly pulled him up to her big open jaw, which was filled with sharp teeth, dripping with disgusting, slime-like saliva, as her tongue slowly rolled out.
-Mommy, mommy! Please, i'll be good!
It was too late, as his mother put him right into her mouth. He screamed for his mother, as she rolled him around with her giant, meaty tongue. Her disgusting breath rendered him unable to breathe, and as he slowly descended into the darkness of her gullet, he couldn't grasp more air. Descending into the acid pit...the pain, skin is tearing off. His mother is digesting him.
-Mommy, I'll be good! I'll be good!
He reaches out his little hand for help which doesn't come. More pain. The stomach acid reaches his neck...
-Hey, mister, are you alright?
The Director woke up, sweating and shaking. Skin under his fur was pale, and after getting back up on his trembling legs, he noticed that he fell off from the couch. A pudgy teen hyena with pigtails was standing next to him, worried. By pudgy, I mean really pudgy, with very big hips in barely buttoned up black jeans, large, rotund furry stomach pouring out from under her outstretched purple shirt was hanging down, reaching halfway to her knees, thick arms and a little, barely visible third chin yet in forming, her hair was also dyed purple, and two pierced ears were portruding from it, pierced with silver rings.
-Is everything alright? You were sleeping on the couch, and all of the sudden you fell and started shaking, I thought you had some seizure or something.
The Director still couldn't shake it off. He looked at the hyena with his terror-filled eyes and whispered only one thing:
-I'll be good...
Before the girl could do anything, the cat proceeded to walk back to his room. He felt paranoic, the night terrors always got to him. If it wasn't the mother, it was the father that haunted him. The trauma was real, and before he could reach his office, the Director just jumped to one of the free beds in the nearest room, covered himself with bedsheets, curled up in a ball and started crying like a little baby with only one sentence in mind, which he kept repeating to himself.
"I'll be good."
All of the sudden, someone took the bedsheets away. It was Hutchison.
-Bo-boss?
Director screamed, and fell off the bed, suddenly feeling horrible pain in his knee.
-Boss! You broke your leg!
It was broken indeed. The big, fat yellow cat managed to put him back on the bed to preform the usual routine. After some time, he was ready. His leg was fractured, and had to be immobilized. During the whole process, he watched Hutchison, as she was covering it with a fiberglass cast with extreme care, and then came up to him.
-Is everything okay boss? You look sick...
-Y-yeah...I don't feel so well...
Hutchison covered Director's body up to his head with cozy, delightfully cold bedsheet, and then rubbed his head. He couldn't help but make a weird motion with it, like the girl was going to hit him, as the trauma was still holding strong. The yellow cat then gave him a soft pillow, and proceeded to look at him, smiling. Unexpectedly the chubby hyena Director saw before came into the observation room, rocking her big hips trapped in overstretched jeans back and forth, as she slowly walked up to Director's bed and proceeded to kneel next to his side.
-Is everything alright?
Her voice was suprisingly soothing, as she put a finger on the Director's cheek.
-Yeah...my leg is broken, a small fracture but it will take a couple of days to heal...I had a bad dream, and I fell from the bed, twisting it too hard.
-Bad dream...- said the hyena, scratching her plump chin -That was no regular bad dream, it looked like you had some sort of a terrible psychotic night terror, you were shaking there. I'll call someone, okay?
-Shurely...- mumbled out the Director, trying to forget his dream, looking at the hyena go out of the room only to come back with nurse Gazelle, another one of his obese subordinates. Wearing her ill-fitting uniform, she looked like an overfilled sausage. Her buttons had gaps between them, and a big belly was portruding from the front, bulging out from underneath the white coat covered with various food stains, and crumbs falling down from a chocolate-filled croissant she was snacking on.
-Hi, boss!
Director looked at the volumptous butterball, as she sat down on a chair next to his forehead, consuming it with her big butt.
-Boss, hope you won't mind this little snack. I know that we are getting flabby...
-...But you can't resist those foods.- finished Hutchison, and then shared a laugh with Gazelle, before sitting next to her on another chair, which squeaked in pain once she sat on it.
-What was the dream about, boss?
Director took a deep breath, and then told Gazelle about his terrible dream plus the backstory on why they keep on haunting him, desperatly holding back tears. Once he finished everyone gave him a sad, empathic look.
-Seems like a light form of PTSD, due to very traumatic childhood memories. It must be really painful to remember that day everytime you fall asleep.- said Gazelle.
-This is the reason why I take sleep pills. I have trouble falling asleep, and the more I lay in the bed without falling asleep, the more those thoughts start creeping in. The thoughts of my parents. Faster I fall asleep, lesser the chance of getting one of those night terrors.
-Well, it's the weather. Everyone is sleepy today, boss. Wait...look!
Nurse Gazelle pointed at the window, and everyone near the bed looked at it, to notice that the rain slowly gave up, and snow started falling down.
-Snow in April? Must be some weather anomaly, but im okay with it.
It indeed was snowing, heavily and rapidly. Soon enough it turned into a blizzard, as the builidng and streets outside were covered more and more in a thick layer of soft, white substance. Director fell asleep, luckily this time he had no bad dreams, and could rest.
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Director woke up, and no one was in the room. It was night and the warm, orange glow of street lamps outside the window was the only source of light in the darkness. In the light of them, a thick layer of snow could be seen. It was still snowing. The fear of nocturnal terrors must have shook off his brain during the sleep, as he again was in his perfect, nervous but helpful, fat-shaming mood like usual.
-Is anyone there?
-Oh, I am, boss!- said a female voice, and a rabbit nurse emerged from behind one of the bed curtains. Again, she was obese, with apron barely holding together, being stressed by her gut pouring out at the front of her body, and her saggy melons.
-Good, uhhh...good night. I just woke up.
Another tubby figure came into the room, the hyena. She looked at the Director, and without any warning pulled his head with her thick arms and pressed it against her hard, beachball-sized breasts in a beautiful, caring hug.
-You are okay!- squeaked the hyena, pressing his head even tighter to her chest with suprising strenght -I thought you fell into a coma for a while!
After those words, she let go of the poor cat which took a deep breath after being slightly choked by her.
-Why do you care about me so much?
-Because I...- mumbled the hyena, as her round cheeks got rosy -I think you are nice...and you know...hot. I would love to be your...you know, doctor. My name is Roxanne.
-No- said Director with a poker face -First you would have to lose all that disgusting blubber, fatty. And second, you are only around sixteen or seventeen, im an adult!
Roxanne's eyes started getting filled with tears, as she walked out of the room sobbing. Deep inside, the Director knew it was bad, but some nasty thought kept on telling him that she deserved it, althrough he couldn't find any reason for what he just said to her. Rabbit wasn't happy to hear him say so either.
-You are rather rude...Why?
-Because...doooh!- screamed the Director, slamming his fist into the bedsheet -Fat people disgust me!
Then, the Wolf came in again, huffing her way through the room, looking at the Director.
-What is agitating, boss? Are there any complications of your fracture? Hutchison told me about it, your psychical state combined with it could really damage you.
-I just woke up, and guess what! That bloated sack of fat comes in, and decides to marry me!
-Boss, speaking of that...I brought you some food, you haven't ate in a couple of hours and you need nutriens.
Wolf put a plastic tray on the bedside table, with a piece of meat, salad and small bowl of tomato soup, which Director devoured quickly. He was so hungry, that he even licked the plate clean.
-Can I have a helping? Please, just one.
Soon, one helping got turned into two helpings, as the Director slowly felt his stomach getting filled more and more, until finally he couldn't bring himself to ask for fourth one, as he was stuffed to the very brim. Upon looking down on his abdomen area, he noticed that his belly grew a small muffin top. Before he could flip out on his nurses for bringing him a high-calory meal, he just fell asleep.
The void. It was him and his mother again. Momentally, his in-dream incarnation realised he has to wake up. His mother started growing, but now...she wasn't growing taller, only fatter. Once she reached her immobile state, the Director realised he starts hovering in the air, moving towards her blubbery face. He started screaming, only to realise his mother hugged him tightly to her soft, obese body.
-My son...I love you...- she said, in her delicate, soothing voice only a mother could make so delightfully gentle. It was suprising that it could come out of this morbidly obese, sloshy mountain of fat.
-Mommy...- whimpered out Director, as he started to cry. His tears were pouring down the fat rolls and humongous, bed-wide gut of his beloved mother. She rubbed his head, with her very thick fingers that ended in beautifuly painted claws.
-Shhhh...it's okay, your mommy is with you. You behaved very well, telling them about what happened. Now mommy got better, but you know what?
-What, mommy?
-You were very mean to those girls, my little baby. They were very, very sad.
-But mommy! It's because...Im scared of big girls...because of what father did to you...what he told me about you.
-Then you should not, not anymore. Love them like you loved me.
Then the Director woke up and noticed Roxanne by his side, looking at him with worry again. Before he realised what he was doing, he grabbed her head and hugged it tightly to his chest. The hyena squeaked, suprised by the act.
-Im so sorry...im so sorry- said the cat, clutching adorable pudgy head in his hands like the most precious treasure -Will you forgive me, Roxanne? Please...please forgive me, Roxanne. Im so sorry for what I have ben like.
-Okay, okay! Let go of me, doctor! My neck!
Director let go of the hyena which started massaging her thick, round neck.
-Please...don't leave! We cannot be partners but we can still be friends, Roxanne! I had a change of mind, please...
Roxanne looked at him confused. Now he could see her again, down from her Rebook sneakers, through the stomach pouring out on the front from underneath a purple shirt, right to the top of her head, only now seeing her in greater detail. Not as a disgusting, unhealthy pile of fat like he did before, but as a precious woman. And she was a beautiful sight indeed, a sight to behold and admire.
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Few days passed. Now the longue was filled with even more vending machines, as doctors were getting fatter and fatter. So, under Roxanne's influence also was the Director. He was no longer scrawny, his size could easily be compared to the one of his subordinates, his formerly baggy and too big coat was now struggling to contain his morbidly obese body, everytime he (barely) buttoned it up. His pants and turqoise shirt he wore just few days ago were no longer able to be put on without ripping them to complete shreds, so he had to buy new ones, especially chosing already tight ones, loving the feeling of his thick, meaty legs and round fat gut stretching the cloth to maximum. Of course, Director had to invest in a new chair which creaked constantly under his weight, despite being made completely out of metal. Utilizing his fingers, now resembling big sausages, he grabbed the comptuer mouse, pulled out a bag of potato chips and started watching YouTube, not thinking about anything but the food.
If you can't beat them, join them.
Suddenly, Hutchison came in, with clacking her tiny boots and meaty slosh of her body.
-Boss, we got a problem! We got a big problem down in the observation room, one of our patients is having some sort of a weird rage, and won't take medicine, please help me with her!
Soon enough Director walked to another dark room filled with beds, where most of the patients were sleeping, excluding one. A fox girl, in her late teens dressed in a tight, blue tracksuit was curled up on her bed, shaking with her eyes wide open. She clearly was also out of shape, much like Roxanne, and was crying. Once she saw the Director coming up to her, she covered her head with bedsheets like a small child afraid of some imaginary monster.
-Christine Straczynski, polish-american citizenship, clearly obvious...- said Hutchison, stomping slowly behind the Director -I tried to give her a suppository and she started throwing things at me, once we restrained her and gave her them, one for the anus and one for the clitoris, she fell into some sort of a trance, and now refuses to eat, take medicine or do anything. She says that she wants to talk with you.
Two cats came closer to her bed, the Director ordered Hutchison to leave, proceeding to sit down on a chair next to the bed, and slowly touched the shaking mass that was under the sheets. He got a grim reminder of himself just few hours ago, as Christine was in a similiar situation of pure fear. Judging by her description, the cat already found a reason for such behavior, she could just simply be homophobic and considered suppository curation a violation of her body, perfect.
-Uhh, miss Straczynski, what happened?- he mumbled, slowly lifting up the bedsheet to reveal the curled up plump girl underneath. She just whimpered and started crying again, crying in a gutwrenching, child-like manner.
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You've been to this thread, you already know the answer
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I believe Wojti is very autistic and he suffers from the same issue Chris Chan does because of this. I've noticed he used to be quite varied in the sizes he drew, but became increasingly brainrotten and just stuck to the blob people he does now.
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He had drawn what could be considered cub art as well:
Anyways, back to your regular freakshows (all pics from FurAffinity):
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Ooh I see 2 pieces from Mot.
That guy is insane, you should've gone for any muskbunny or flesh vortex if you wanted to get the full scope of his depravity.
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It really is horrifying. The best way I can describe it is if a furry image AI became deliberate in the way it mistakenly rendered anatomy. So much so that you would expect proximity to normality to have been its loss function while training.
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I can explain, Sam! I thought they was gonna encase me in Carbonite like Han Solo!
Whirus
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Does this count as a suicide fetish
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I'm not sure what I was expecting.
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A buddy of mine sent me what I can only call the Unholy Circle.
Allow me to break this into two parts to make it more digestable.
As you can see, some weird MS paint dragon thingys. Perhaps a family photo?
What's this? Is this supposed to be a... family tree? Oh no...
If you have Furry Foresight, you knew this was gonna be a tizzy of a picture.
To preface this, I have no idea other than this is an incest picture someone jerks chicken to. If you take a look at the Unholy Portrait, how could you goon to this if you want incest? Impossible! But if you include the Unholy Branches chart probably made by twisting something in PowerPoint - Zoo Wee Mama! You see, it is required for this goon to work for the concept of some fucked up family dynamics to be present.
As it was explained to me, Altrue apparently has both an Arbys Roast Beef Sammich AND a Hot Dog, put those two together and had its own child, which it obviously reproduced with. WTF
The furry mind is a twisted thing. The Furry Incest mind quite frankly is just worse.
My final thoughts :
Allow me to break this into two parts to make it more digestable.
To preface this, I have no idea other than this is an incest picture someone jerks chicken to. If you take a look at the Unholy Portrait, how could you goon to this if you want incest? Impossible! But if you include the Unholy Branches chart probably made by twisting something in PowerPoint - Zoo Wee Mama! You see, it is required for this goon to work for the concept of some fucked up family dynamics to be present.
As it was explained to me, Altrue apparently has both an Arbys Roast Beef Sammich AND a Hot Dog, put those two together and had its own child, which it obviously reproduced with. WTF
The furry mind is a twisted thing. The Furry Incest mind quite frankly is just worse.
My final thoughts :
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Only a complete Silly Billy would goon to Furfag incest shit.