RayTheJay
Prospective writer. 28. Fatfur and inflation enjoyer and proud of it.
I am shy and unsure of my social abilities though, so go easy on me.
18+ only, please don't follow me if anything I write makes you uncomfortable.
- I got a side gig as a genie. Yep, I'm a bird with a little turban on my head and that qualified as being a genie. Anyway, I will grant you three wishes that absolutely not cause you to fall into a bad end in one way or the other. I wouldn't twist your words to make you an or orb or blob, trust me.
- I actually made three gamer Pokémon OCs, what am I even doing? I guess they are different kinds for the most part, but now I need a reason to have Lurantis, Ampharos and Lycanroc game sesh together at some point. It's a requirement for gamers to stick together except for arbitrary gameplay reasons.
- One of them needs to be a snob about how much better PC gaming is over console gaming while the other two gang up on the other saying how convenient consoles are alongside their exclusive content, but the one just won't budge from the PC master race ideology. Steam Deck is not a Switch replacement.
- Reminder that it is Umbreon Day today, so I demand everyone take their closest Umbreon and turn them into a real full moon by whatever means necessary. You have my blessing.
- You hear about that guy down the street who keeps screaming about how someone keeps sneaking into their house and feeding them in their sleep. Yeah, you know who, the one who's well over 900 lbs and is absolutely bedbound? Shame that no one believed him. Anyway, open wide for the next donut, fatty.
- Press the button, you earn one million dollars. No questions asked. However, with each dollar you spend, you will be pumped by a cubic inch of air. Permanently. Sure, it's not much if you simply order a soda from a vending machine, but that air is in you forever, and it will compound as you go on.
- I agree with this, ngl.
- "Trapped" is the first word to come to mind upon waking up. You can't move your arms, your legs, even your tail. No matter what you try, you can barely even flex your toes. And something is keeping your head locked in place as your eyes dart around and see a pattern around you that looks...familiar.
- Suddenly, with a swish, the lone curtain your were facing drops away, revealing a large mirror, and you gasp in shock. No wonder you recognized this strange object surrounding you and pushing down on you on all sides. It was you. All of you, all of...this is you. Somehow, you have trapped yourself.
- God, kindness inflation is such a unique brand of a mess. When others genuinely show their love and appreciation to you with no malicious intent whatsoever, and your body's natural reaction is to blimp up due to a gigantic overreaction of some internal defense mechanism.
- They come up and hug your expanding form, doing their best to wrap their arms around as much of you as possible, and your embarrassment at their open affection and your current situation just compounds the issue and makes you swell up faster. And it gets worse when multiple folks are involved.
- I'm thinking about Cloverfield all of a sudden. We all remember that movie, solid kaiju horror film during the found footage trend of that time. I remember those odd tick creatures that fell off of the monster, making for one of the most tense scenes in the movie, and I wondered, what if inflation?
- Hear me out. While the massive orbular kaiju is stomping around above causing wildly unsteady destruction, small insectoid parasites drop off and begin attacking folk on the ground. With a single bite, they immediately bloat up due to an allergic reaction that causes immediate loss of mobility.
- Suddenly the streets are flooded by furs who have been spontaneously inflated by these creatures and are simply left scattered about. Heck, who's to say the large lizard above was really attacking the city, or if it was simply trying to get rid of these creatures slowly blimping it up due to size.
- Sigh, I wish these food delivery drivers would stop manically eating the ludicrous amounts of food I order with them, causing their food ballooned bellies to grow larger than themselves, and forcing me to take them in and have them digest it all in my basement alongside all of the others.
- What? No, I'm not warping their minds. I'm not anywhere near the door. They just end up staring at my flickering porch lights and head back to their cars to go on a massive eating spree. All claims that my lights have "subliminal messaging" is wrong, and I am frankly hurt at the accusations.
