Art Idea: Grimbark!Jade Hovering Her Booty Over A City Where She Knows Karkat Is Located?

Art idea: Grimbark!Jade hovering her booty over a city where she knows karkat is located?

(can’t escape KK)

It was customary for all heiresses to feed themselves as much as possible, preparing to overthrow the Empress and grow to the biggest size they could get. For fuchsia trolls, it was basic biology; as wrigglers they would feed and feed until they were barely capable of moving at all, and as they grew older, they would instinctively devour all wildlife they could get their jaws around. Once they were large enough and old enough to challenge the empress, they would do so.

The Condesce didn’t need to worry about that now (a minor benefit to being the last of her kind, and she wasn’t terribly pleased with it because fighting Heiresses had been entertaining) but when she had chosen a human as her heiress, a protege she wouldn’t be biologically compelled to kill, she had seen an opportunity for fun. But, it was clear that human physiology wasn’t quite equipped to deal with the same things as trolls were. She wouldn’t have the same instincts as a troll.

So when she engineered the tiara and gave it to her with its subliminal messages, she put special emphasis on CONSUME.

And so, by the time Jane Crocker was of an eligible size to fit the Condesce’s intentions, she had been compulsively eating and often not aware of it. She would devour every thing in the fridge and then the fridge itself without hesitation or awareness; she would wander to neighbor’s houses and through sheer force of personality get them to feed her all they had (and with every sign of happiness to serve her), and still it would never be enough. With enough food to feed the entire city gurgling in her belly, she was still hungry.

It certainly contributed to her girth and, thanks to some tweaking enabled through the Condesce’s own Life powers and the effects of the tiara, her height swelled just as much.

Now, as the Condesce observed with some satisfaction, Jane Crocker filled most of an entire street, her thighs (proportionately nearly as thick as her torso) filling up the street and squishing tight against buildings, the relatively frail concrete bending against her. Her breasts filled much of the space in front of her, the giant human having to lean down to look at the people in front of her.

They looked so small and they were so quick to serve her. More subliminal messaging kept her from acknowledging this too much, and see it as only natural.

She gave the nearest figure, no larger than her fingernail, a poke. “Hurry up, all of you!” Her thick lips parted, jaw opening incredibly wide. “I’m hungry! Feed me now, please!” The ‘please’ was a courtesy, and quite plainly an order. They rushed to obey and a line of dump trucks, filled to the brim with wobbling piles of pancakes made to her father’s instructions, came lining in.

Jane’s mouth eagerly accepted them; the food was shoveled in and as the pancakes fell in, her jaws opened wider still and her surprisingly dexrous lips seized the truck and she eagerly swallowed it whole, making some squarish shapes agaisnt her throat. She paused and delicately extracted a driver from her mouth and deposited him on the ground with an awkward kiss.

Her gut swelled against the massive mountains of her breasts, sloshing heavily from pretty much every angle; her gut was paced to the brim with food already, stetching and jiggling as she moved, and it still wasn’t enough. She flexed her back, her butt rising behind her and each fleshy sphere larger than the rest of her all put together, and adjusted herself for more food. “Fetch the cranes, please! These trucks are too small for me!”

Her loyal servants did so, fetching construction equipment to more easily shovel food down her waiting maw. And it just made her hungrier as they sated her. Her body continued to swell past the point of apparent mobility. With her girth, soon she would be physically unable to move… were she only as strong as a human, but she was getting stronger every day.

And through it all, her father was an overseer making sure every bit of food was up to scratch, because nothing was too good for his daughter, and he felt a touch of pride at her accomplishments thus far.

Reblog this if you support sex-averse and sex-repulsed aces, including:

Aces who never want to have sex

Aces who had sex in the past but don't desire it anymore

Aces with sexual trauma who feel like their trauma ties into their asexuality

Aces with sexual trauma who don't feel like their trauma caused their asexuality

Aces who don't want to talk to you about sex

Aces who don't want to hear about sex

Yes even aces who do not want to engage with any sexual content and don't want it in their own personal spaces

Yes even aces who express the desire to have more spaces for queer adults where their boundaries are met (on top of the queer spaces that exist, we do not want to sanitize your existing spaces ffs)

If you cannot be normal about these people existing, if you believe they're a threat to our community and to how we're viewed by people who aren't aspec and the rest of the LGBTQ+ community, you are not an asexual ally. Yes, even if you're aspec yourself. Especially if you're aspec yourself.

Because it's been pride month for 4 days and I'm already seeing people trying to throw us under the bus or pretend we don't exist because that makes the ace community more palatable to exclusionists and people who swallowed too much "aces are puritans" propaganda.

Forgot the humans.

{macro Grimbark!Jade booty?}

(A set of pictures by the amazing twisted-art-wounders of my favorite devilish duo at fittingly massive scales. Showing off to Momma Condy, and then to the world in general >;B )