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*~*~*~*~THIS IS DRAWN BY NOT ME PLEASE DIRECT ALL PRAISE TO THIS MAN~*~*~*~*
n o t m e
mini-story's by me, though.

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“I really shouldn’t do this . . .” the professor muttered to herself, staring guiltily at her bag of roasted sweet potatoes. She had discarded her skirt when she got home, and now stood bare-legged, pondering the sack of treats in her hand. The delectable little tubers had a profound effect on her, but they looked so warm. “Maybe I should just give them away, like a Christmas gift,” she continued, slowly reaching in and pulling out a piping hot yam. She took a big bite, savoring its honeyed tang. “Thaffs pwobbly for th’bess.”
The game of mowing down yams and failing to convince herself to stop continued, until the bag was empty. Gently patting her satisfied tummy, the professor let out a deep breath and bit her lip. Her stomach churned and roiled under her fingers. Only a matter of time--
Pfrt. Her ponderous cheeks quivered, and a twinge of excited anticipation ran through the professor’s spine. Resting both forearms comfortably on her hips, she exhaled and did her best to relax. Fwoomp! The first spurt jolted her lower body, pushing flesh out a couple inches in all directions. She yelped as her arms pressed into the soft blubber of her hips. A hot typhoon was building rapidly in her stomach as her bloated belly strained against the buttons. Against her better judgement, the professor slowly laid both hands on her gurgling, sloshy gut and pressed down.
Professor Potato realized her mistake too late as the mass of gas occupied her fridge-sized hips. Her entire pelvic region billowed out, effectively tripling in size in a number of moments. Her stomach was saved, but her burgeoning ass was a different story. The enormous butt wobbled and shook as sweet potato fumes struggled to be released. Giving in to the sensations, the professor, misty-eyed with guilty pleasure, bent forward. Her rump jutted proudly in the air, like a victorious trumpet waiting to blow. Her hands sank into the vast expanse her hips had become, This was going to be big. No regrets.

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Octo surprised me this Boxing Day with a wonderful Professor boasting truck-sized hips! He told me I was allowed to post it, so I will, because the world deserves to behold this magnificence. Like last year, I added a bit of a story to it. At the end of the day, I think we can all agree that the professor's butt is a gift from God that we should all treasure. (thank you again spids I fucking love it)

GASSY VERSION (WOW WEIRDO LOL!!): i.imgur.com/lnyGSx5.png

Enjoy, guys. Happy Holidays, I love you all <3

Description
*~*~*~*~THIS IS DRAWN BY NOT ME PLEASE DIRECT ALL PRAISE TO THIS MAN~*~*~*~*
n o t m e
mini-story's by me, though.

------

“I really shouldn’t do this . . .” the professor muttered to herself, staring guiltily at her bag of roasted sweet potatoes. She had discarded her skirt when she got home, and now stood bare-legged, pondering the sack of treats in her hand. The delectable little tubers had a profound effect on her, but they looked so warm. “Maybe I should just give them away, like a Christmas gift,” she continued, slowly reaching in and pulling out a piping hot yam. She took a big bite, savoring its honeyed tang. “Thaffs pwobbly for th’bess.”
The game of mowing down yams and failing to convince herself to stop continued, until the bag was empty. Gently patting her satisfied tummy, the professor let out a deep breath and bit her lip. Her stomach churned and roiled under her fingers. Only a matter of time--
Pfrt. Her ponderous cheeks quivered, and a twinge of excited anticipation ran through the professor’s spine. Resting both forearms comfortably on her hips, she exhaled and did her best to relax. Fwoomp! The first spurt jolted her lower body, pushing flesh out a couple inches in all directions. She yelped as her arms pressed into the soft blubber of her hips. A hot typhoon was building rapidly in her stomach as her bloated belly strained against the buttons. Against her better judgement, the professor slowly laid both hands on her gurgling, sloshy gut and pressed down.
Professor Potato realized her mistake too late as the mass of gas occupied her fridge-sized hips. Her entire pelvic region billowed out, effectively tripling in size in a number of moments. Her stomach was saved, but her burgeoning ass was a different story. The enormous butt wobbled and shook as sweet potato fumes struggled to be released. Giving in to the sensations, the professor, misty-eyed with guilty pleasure, bent forward. Her rump jutted proudly in the air, like a victorious trumpet waiting to blow. Her hands sank into the vast expanse her hips had become, This was going to be big. No regrets.

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Octo surprised me this Boxing Day with a wonderful Professor boasting truck-sized hips! He told me I was allowed to post it, so I will, because the world deserves to behold this magnificence. Like last year, I added a bit of a story to it. At the end of the day, I think we can all agree that the professor's butt is a gift from God that we should all treasure. (thank you again spids I fucking love it)

GASSY VERSION (WOW WEIRDO LOL!!): i.imgur.com/lnyGSx5.png

Enjoy, guys. Happy Holidays, I love you all <3