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Debu, if you desecrate this holy place I will be your huckleberry.

oh gosh

>>1822
Yes! Free us from the oppression and tyranny of- I mean- hey!

GOOD

>>1822
I am the night...

If you two end up having some kind of high-noon artistic showdown, I'm going to roll my eyes and then coat my monitor in orgasmic effluvium.

I may also post in Western accents. You've been warned.

>>1838
>I may also post in Western accents. You've been warned.
I like where this is going :3

>>1838
I'm not sure what kdubs has planned so I didn't want to interfere in his thread with my doodlings.

>>1843
None of that weak talk here, you got called out by this reprobate and you are the law dog in these parts. If you're not going to play this game Wyatt, I will.

She could see it up ahead, those four golden letters shining in the sky.

They were like a siren's song, calling the sailors to smash their boats upon the rocks.

Woot's casino was known far and wide to house the most beautiful (and wide) maidens they eye could ever hope to see.

But our outlaw hadn't come all this way for nothin'...

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Time for the showdown at high noon.

Go forth, my minions!

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>>1867

Y'know... A fat Tomoko isn't very farfetched. Just Saiyan.

>>1869
No. Mokkochi stays pure.

>>1870

I expected such a response. I find the very idea absurd, really. Believe me, if I had the talent it'd already be done.

Oh God all of my excitement..

>>1870
You shut your mouth. And stuff cake into hers.

>>1919
I lol'd.

nothing is sacred

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Oh man cute

>>1939
Goddamn you. You awful son of a bitch this is so hot.

>>1939
You know she loves it. Feeding is a show of affection in most cultures.

>>1945
And in nature :3

why has this not been updated?!

>>1822
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It was a racket for sure. Not only did she own the most profitable casino for hundreds of miles, but Woot was Oekaki's Sheriff as well. And with vice and virtue wearing the same hat, there was nothing to stop her from growing in wealth, power, and apparently, waistline. Sheriff Woot squirmed in her chair as she let out another notch of her belt. She was getting fat.

That shouldn't be a concern. After all, Woot's casino's claim to fame rested on the rounded shoulders of its overstuffed female employees. Plump girls from across the country flocked to work here and were rewarded with good pay and excellent tips. With access to the buffet, those plump girls filled out even more. Corsets creaked, and business boomed.

But Woot liked to think she was above all that. For many years she remained slender, enjoying the surprised looks of visitors expecting her to be the fattest woman in the entire casino. So what had happened? Complacency, she supposed. It was boring at the top. For the longest time she thought a challenger would arrive at her doorstep, but they never had. Boredom meant increasing indulgence in the casino's room service. Pound piled upon pound, sheathing her body in pillowy curves until she hardly recognized herself in the mirror.

With the heel of her boot, the Sheriff nudged away a plate smeared with the remnants of a chocolate torte. Her stomach was very full, and the weight of her chest atop it was unwelcome, felt like a hand cruelly pressing down. Damn boobs! They were the most inconvenient things on earth. How did most of the casino staff put up with having bigger ones?

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>>2285
~*the callout*~

>>2285
Took me a while to notice her reinforced chair; I was distracted by that lovely round belly :3~

Sheriff Woot isn't an Author Avatar is she? She looks very familiar to that genderswap pic you did...
Because if she is, I'm going to feel very guilty fapping over this.

>board ate my image!

The KD kid, as she had taken to calling herself, put up a brave front.

She couldn't afford to look embarrassed by her tardiness. Nor by the fact the six months that lapsed between her entrance to the town of Oekaki and her entrance into Sheriff Woot's casino had been largely spent at a delicious Mexican restaurant that was along her path.

She's just smarter for it, she assured herself. The nearly thirty five pounds of jiggling breasts and belly she had accumulated on her trek to the Casino doors would just be a reminder of the dangers of this allegedly peaceful town.

No, she couldn't afford to look embarrassed by any of it, because she knew. There was no one else but her left to get her three sisters out of Sheriff Woot's fattening clutches.

There could be no forgiveness for Woot's exploitations of these girls. The KD kid was going to see that justice, and Woot herself, were served. Served plenty. Plenty and hot. With chips on the side. And a nice dessert. The KD kid couldn't help but drool at the thought of all the delicious justice she woul- man, she was sort of hungry.

>>2313
>The serious stare, with the food all over her mouth
Why do I find that so hilarious?

>>2285
You should draw one of the other girls from the casino...in a bunnysuit.

>>2313
It's a lovely angle :3

Her secretary's knocks were timid and faint, but they were enough to wake a light sleeper like Sheriff Woot up from a chocolate-induced mid-morning nap. "What is it?" She shouted groggily at the door.

"Oh. Sorry to bother you," the girl squeaked, recognizing that she had just woken her boss. "It's Dr. Schweitzer. She says it's important."

The Sheriff took her feet off the desk, secreted the empty plates under a pile of papers in a bid to make herself look busy. Dr. Schweitzer was one of her top lieutenants, an arrested snake oil saleswoman turned casino's physician. Woot didn't exactly trust her, but had to admit she was good at her job, which was to help increase the casino's profits by keeping the female employees gaining weight. "Show her in."

Dr. Schweitzer entered the room, preceded as always by her massive pair of tits. Today she wore a fashionable blouse, little more than a collar and a pair of sleeves, a garment that completely neglected to cover her low-slung, sloping bust. It was a style that suited her. It spoke of her confidence, vanity, and her exhibitionism. In one hand she held a bottle of patent medicine, and in the other, gripped a chain leading into the darkness of the short unlit hallway between her office and the reception area. She spoke with a theatrical German accent.

"Ass you vell know, I haff been vorkink on vays to schpeed up ze process uf fattenink ze girls at ze casino. As vunn uf ze conditions uf my employ here, you haff allowed me to conduct my exchperiments on ze prisoners jailed below ze building. Long haff I toiled. Long haff I verked. Zhere vere many dead ends to my research, but now I belieff I haff stumbled upon un powerful treatment. I have zhat treatment in my hand." She shook the bottle of green liquid. "Unt in my ozzer, I haff ze prrroof!" With this, Dr. Schweitzer gave two quick tugs on the chain and a figure reluctantly emerged from the darkness.

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>>2352
Nice hat! :O

>>2357
>mfw

SUSPENSE @___@

suspenders __//____\\__

I bet woot is waiting for kdubs to post the next part... >:3

>>2366
THAT'S what this needs. A fatty in suspenders. Nnf.

>>2313
Team KD representing

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Boy was this thread a letdown. I'd kill for a chance to have Woot bouncing off my ideas like this and KD can't be bothered? >.>;