Rating: Explicit | Weight gain, Burping, bad smells
"Still haven't accepted it, huh?"
Kurumi ignored Naoi. She just adjusted her paunch so she was comfortable. Her eyes shut before she could see the fat slosh out as she shoved it back under her waistband.
Squeezing it under her skirt was supposed to make it less visible. In practice she now had two layers of protruding gut instead of one.
"How fat you've gotten?"
Both masses rippled as one when Naoi playfully prodded her girlfriend's lower gut. Kurumi wheezed. Naoi chuckled then took a sip of soda. Straw already shoved through before they'd even sat down. The wrapper laid discarded on the floor.
Noisily slurping, she watched as Kurumi awkwardly seated herself at a booth. A third faction of belly was established as she the table dug into her. Leftover ketchup from the last customers stained her shirt. She cursed under her breath.
Naoi looked unimpressed. Kurumi struggling to simply fit at a table and swearing would have individually been a laugh riot at some point but she'd grown desensitized. Kurumi faced this kind of humiliation from the simple act of getting dressed.
Apathy went both ways. Kurumi didn't even have the energy to remark on how much more violently the table shook and jostled as Naoi plopped down her fat ass. Even Naoi letting out an unrestrained burp wasn't comment worthy. Neither was the way her gratuitously oversized tits floppped around, misshapen and formless like any other fat roll on her barely clothed body.
It wasn't like Naoi made an effort to wear anything more concealing than shorts and an old ripped tee shirt, so there was no use in lambasting her appearance. Furthermore if Kurumi said anything negative, Naoi would just ask why she was looking in those areas. The 340 pound girl couldn't hide why she was constantly eying her 833 pound girlfriend.
All of this had become routine. Right down to the restaurant where their bodies settled into like glaciers. Even the booth where they'd sneak a peak at each other's bodies while waiting for their meals.
"Your food..."
Their server had to pretend she didn't know them. The two had blobbed up so fast, they were hard to recognize. Neither Kurumi or Kokoro wanted any of the other staff remarking on the drastic change so they stayed anonymous. The waitress tried to appear friendly like usual but today, she was fighting hard not to tear up.
Kurumi had assured her she was okay with this. "Okay," was underselling it. But if Kokoro knew how much Kurumi enjoyed this, she would have surely tried to put a stop to this. As they were now, she forced herself to stay silent as her friend gorged herself.
"Thanks." Kurumi replied, trying not to look at Kokoro.
Naoi just dug straight in. Enough fried fish to supposedly feed an army would barely satiate one girl.
"A-and one other thing." Kokoro said. Naoi didn't stop. Kurumi forced herself to make eye contact and watched her expression waver. "I've been asked to tell you two to knock it off or we'll have to ask you to leave."
"Knock what off?" Kurumi asked.
"BWUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRPP!"
Naoi cackled as Kokoro frantically pinched her nostrils.
"Not our damn fault the AC can't handle two college girls pigging out. Right, Kurumi?"
"Err- I," Her face was so red it stung. As if suddenly gaining self awareness, Kurumi realized that the world wasn't simply her, Naoi and whatever slop was in front of them. Each belch she let out, and shaking of the floor could be smelt and heard by everyone else around. "I'm sorr- URRRRRPPPPPP!"
A kick from Naoi to the stomach unleashed a noxious wave of gas. It also released some of that tummy flab from its clothing prison.
With Kokoro collapsed, and coughing on the floor, Kurumi wasn't sure what to do. Especially not when Kokoro caught her breath and it started to deepen. Her thighs rubbed together. Denying Kurumi a chance to see what her hand was doing down there, she used the other to haul herself up. She grabbed the side of the table closer to her friend.
Her face wrinkled at first but once Kurumi's stink overpowered Naoi's, she seemed fine. "I'll say you can't control it." Kokoro stated.
"What?"
"This much is ridiculous but you shouldn't be tossed out for it." Kokoro squeezed her friend's hand and clearly couldn't believe how doughy it had gotten. Even Kurumi couldn't. "E-Enjoy your meal!"
"Wait a sec!"
Kokoro glared at Naoi. Forced to confront that this gaseous, oversized vulture was what stole her friend. The giant mound of lard's lips smacked as she ate.
She was already a third done her meal, but even so, with another table-shaking burp, she demanded, "Add another plate to my order."
A month dedicated to your fetishes, no matter how niche or varied they are.
Instead of giving a list of kinks, here's a collection of character archetypes/descriptors for you to make smut based around.
If there's a prompt you want to use but can't think of a character who immediately fits it, AU's are welcomed! So are original works. This all was made with F/F in mind, but genderbend as needed, as well. As long as your story follows the rules, I'll reblog it.
Those rules are simple:
No AI whatsoever.
No RPF, either.
This is an 18+ challenge. You must be an adult to participate.
I did say I'd be taking requests when I came back, but I've changed my mind. For now they're gonna stay closed. Not permanently. Just until I have enough time to work on them.
However there is something I plan on posting soon, on top of your regularly scheduled programming of smut 😈
A new writing challenge, which may or may not be the reason I returned when I did.
Hi, everyone. Deleting this app as of the end of today. Not permanently abandonding this account. Just taking a few months break from it. I'll still be posting on AO3 like normal. I'm just trying to cut down on the amount of time I spend on social media.
When I do return, it'll be to announce that I'll be taking requests. Somewhere between March and June probably.
Until then, the only way to reach me will be through AO3 or Discord. Bye for now.
Rating: Explicit | Weight gain, body worship, cuddling
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RIPPPP!
Seeing how happily Dorothy flaunted her figure, Ange saw no reason to look away as even more of it poured through the holes of a school uniformed designed for some three years younger and several dozen kilos slimmer than the spy wearing it.
Even with her stockings torn asunder, Dorothy continued admiring herself in the mirror. She barely seemed put off by the holes she'd made. A smile formed when she noticed her ass couldn't fit in her reflection. The same was true of her hips. All seemingly up to Dorothy's standards. The only part that wasn't…
"Alright," she admitted. "It's not an ideal fit."
She raised her hands. Ange couldn't tell if it was in surrender or she was trying to preserve the last shred of dignity by gesturing to prove the sleeves wouldn't tear.
Admittedly, Ange was surprised by how well her corset was holding up. It wasn't slim like Ange's but it wasn't supposed to be. It looked more like a barrel then anything but it was holding it's form and that was more than she was expecting to be able to say about it. Not something she was thrilled about. It was just surprising.
The consolation to having Dorothy as a roommate she'd been eagerly anticipating was seeing her blubber explode from her attire and slosh around. Having been denied this entertainment, Ange saw no reason to remain in bed. "Fake it until you make it." Ange told her.
"Until the school is able to provide me with something suitable."
Dorothy began rubbing her (currently) contained stomach.
Ange suddenly wasn't in as much of a rush to leave. Would it hold?
"I seemed to have gained a bit more than I'd expected."
"You didn't lie about your measurements?"
"Of course not. That could compromise the mission."
"As well as your ability to snack on the dinner hall's desserts." Ange said, buttoning her clothes much easier than her partner.
"Yes. That too."
She rolled her eyes so Ange knew she wasn't getting her. Redundant. Ange knew Dorothy didn't mind being reminded of what a gluttonous blob she'd become. She may have even enjoyed it.
Who could say. However proud Dorothy was of her soft body though, her clothes seemed deadset on keeping most of it hidden. No progress had been made. Every button and lace still exactly where it was designed to be.
By this point Ange had decided it was a lost cause. She'd just have to imagine Dorothy inevitably bursting through her clothes, from the comfort of a beach house on another continent.
Meeting with Charlotte on the rooftop took precedence. Pulling tight the ribbon tie on her neck, Ange thoughtlessly replied, "You'll just have to accept the pros and cons of this situation." as if she had any plans on proceeding with their mission.
The springs of her bed shreaked. 433 pounds of Dorothy leaned in. "And what are the pros exactly?"
"A wardrobe malfunction would be an excellenr distraction."
"That's all?"
Ange could smell the risotto and booze on Dorothy's breath from last night. Mixed with her sandalwood perfume, it all should have combined for a positively putrid stench. It didn't. Of course it didn't. Dorothy was like a chef constantly adding to the evergrowing hunter's pot that was her body.
The exact dish she stuffed herself with wasn't intentional. The act of gorging herself day after day until her ass alone took up a third of Ange's mattress, was.
London's appetite for larger women was growing. Dorothy grew a little herself to keep up with demands. Control was fine with it as long as it didn't impede her results. It wouldn't. As long as she could still walk, she'd remain dangerous. The sight of her hands pacing across the blankets made Ange understand that.
Maternal eyes welcomed her to spend even more time in the shoes of her targets. "It's alright," she assured, that Ange could entirely slip into the role.
Trying to put herself in the headspace of a leering male aristocrat failed spectacularly. She was unable to shoulder the blame of her interest in Dorothy onto a character she made up. All she could think about was Dorothy using those tricks on her.
Grinding her enormous derriere on Ange's lap during some down time. It was looking like they'd be at Queen's Mayfaire for a while if Ange's plan went awry and she was stuck here, so they'd definitely get a lot of that. Plenty of opportunity for them to fool around.
If Dorothy's stockings tore between periods, Ange would walk her to the clubroom to obediently give her a replacement. Not without a price though. First she'd be allowed to stroke and kiss her stretch-mark dimpled calves as much as she wanted while Dorothy remained seated, teasing Ange for being so affectionate.
Still, other times she'd be thanking her for being such a thoughtful partner with a mouthful of muffin spewing everywhere. A reward for a mission well done. Edible for Dorothy and erogenous for Ange.
Most enticing was the thought of her whispering into Ange's ear that she didn't need to be worried. That Charlotte would be safe. And then, if she still refused to believe that, she could destress by playing with her favourite partner's naked tummy.
To Ange's despair, in the real world when her hand touched the fabric, it didn't fall to pieces. The only thing that broke was the silence. Dorothy burst out laughing. "I meant okay to look, dear."
As Ange tried to pull away, Dorothy held her hand in place. This must have been so amusing to her.
Ange was too tongue-tied to even get in a tease about how it wasn't exactly a big deal for Dorothy to have someone's hand on one of her breasts.
"There, there. Get this all out of your system. We'll be stationed here for a while. Can't have you being distracted."
"No." Ange agreed.
Dorothy studied Ange for a second. Her grip loosened slightly. She didn't let go but her fingers started rubbing the skin of Ange's thin arm. "Or would you rather be distracted?"
For all Dorothy's taunting, she didn't see the hand swooping in to grope her stomach. "Like you said. This tension should be resolved now."
"For the mission's sake." Dorothy said.
"Precisely." Ange was losing. The corset didn't even make a sound no matter how hard she pinched at Dorothy's waist and tit.
"Can't having you daydreaming about what's underneath in the middle of a gunfight. Have a look. It's nothing to write home about."
Dissapointment wasn't exactly what Ange felt as she watched Dorothy unbutton her blouse rather than have them humiliatingly pop off on their own. Face resting against Dorothy's naked chest as the two laid down, she couldn't pretend not to be in.
She couldn't even pretend this was as unremarkable as Dorothy implied.
Minutes slipped by. She could physically feel the window of time for her to explain her plan to her innocent friend Charlotte, shrinking. Not to mention why she'd been so late. She'd just have to think of all that on the fly as she hurried to their meeting place.
Maybe…
Maybe she could sleep on it for a bit. Did Charlotte and her really need to run away today? If she waited, she could get a feel for her highness' relationships. They could plan an escape together. Ange could see how Charlotte had acclimated to her life as a princess and grown as a person. She could continue enjoying all the way Dorothy had grown.
She stopped herself.
Charlotte needed her to swoop in and save her. Dorothy's warmth made her realize just how stressed she'd been but it didn't change the fact that as long as they were in this kingdom, her and Charlotte were in danger. Ange tried to escape but Dorothy held her in a hug.
She insisted she needed to get goinf but this just got a chuckle out of Dorothy. Insisting she was telling the truth would do nothing so instead she just went limp. Another time, in another place, maybe another country, she probably would have enjoyed it.
"There, there." Dorothy murmured. Voice reverberating down into the bed of lard where Ange's cheek lay. "What's on your mind, sweetheart?"
Ange didn't ask her for advice. Not because she didn't want to. Her techiness was barely even a factor but even in her current lull she wasn't about to up and confide. As much as she wanted to believe it was a means of escape, that would only be half correct. That would imply she didn't mean the words that left her mouth. "I want to feed you breakfast."
After much pestering from irl oomf, here it is, my discord server:
https://discord.gg/ZsByMHtMW
The server doesn't really have anything to do with the things I normally post here. There's an nsfw chat, of course. It's not a fetish server though. I don't have any interest in running one of those but my smut blog is where I have the most followers so promoting it here.
Join if you want to talk about yuri. Tbh that's probably mostly what I'm gonna be using it for.
Ange was the glue holding Team White Pigeon together and among the best trained spies the Farm had ever produced. It would therefore be to her superiors great annoyance to learn how often she willingly shrunk herself down to a point of helplessness.
At her current size, missions weren't an option. Simply getting from the clubroom table to its door would take her weeks if not months and standing between her and that perilous journey were the five enormous organic pillars that constituted her lover's fingers.
Ange now needed her princess’ protection. Her stern look and trailing cape did little to intimidate the predatory single cell bacteria who may discover her. Charlotte in contrast still loomed menacingly over much of the microfauna that prowled their clubroom. The ones she didn't could be taken care of by the club's third smallest member.
“Getting dizzy?” Charlotte playfully asked.
“Not at all.” Ange responded, glad that her highness was the only one able to notice her reddening cheeks.
Being so small was, in a very specific way, relaxing. Ange being so utterly incapable of keeping Charlotte safe that she had to surrender that responsibility to the other, more capable team members. In this case especially.
Ordinarily, Ange would have been shrunken just small enough that Charlotte could pick her up like a gecko and tease her for what an unfit bodyguard she had became. The shrunken spy would be helpless to stop her as all seven inches of her body was scrutinized by her lover. Charlotte had even purchased a bird cage just to place Ange inside.
This was the first time Charlotte was small too, or Ange was so small that her eyes couldn't properly detect the room around her and all of it just became a blur of lights and colours.
In this position she was struggling to stay calm. But there were gods she didn't want to attract the attention of through her complaining. Spefically the woman who had decided the best way to interrogate Ange about the frequently missing shrink ray was to first use it on her. Keep her small enough to fit in her shoe until she confessed. If only it could have stayed an interrogation. Before Dorothy could get a word out of her, Charlotte arrived. She saw Dorothy holding Ange by the cape and immediately had an idea for a little team building exercise.
That was how she sold it. Ange wasn't sure how many of her friends were aware this was foreplay. She just took solace in knowing Charlotte was the only one who could see her fighting to contain herself.
The only one so small as to derrive any pleasure from putting Ange in her place. To anyone else, Ange's entire existence would be so insignificant that even that it would fly completely under the radar. Even the giantess before her was undetectable. Ange found herself toyed with by a deity a fraction of the size of a speck of dust and somrhow found pleasure in that.
If Charlotte's tiniest true protector could even see Ange, it was as nothing but a faint spec. Still, the thought of her massive eyes peering down at her made Ange keep it in her pants. Much to her own frustration and Charlotte's sadistic delight.
The princess was a mere snack to any dust mites that came upon her. They may have not even noticed Ange's clock-tower-sized goddess. More interested in the girl closer to a quarter their weight, but still thousands of times larger than her highness.
Chise, whose immense body was impressive to the princess and to Ange, incomprehensible. Her thigh had become a warm, pleasant field for Charlotte to amble along. Her freshly shaved hairs up to Charlotte's ankles like grass. Her katana resting on the mat of flesh where she herself was perched.
Charlotte had seated herself. Free hand rested on the floor of thigh fat which seemed to stretch for miles. Eyes admiring her helpless guardian quivering in her palm as she giggled.
Unsure what to do, Chise kept her hands folded over her waist. She could tell most of the others were getting some kind of enjoyment out of this. What remained a mystery was whether it was the same kind she was getting.
“This is all ridiculous. Is this seriously how you all spend your free time?” a voice boomed from above her.
The team's latest member had rented out her cupped palms just for Chise to sit cross-legged on. Her cheeks were warm beneath her glasses as was her breath which Chise chided her about, much to her annoyance. She glared down at the girl who was just barely visible to the naked eye of most. Chise didn't maintained a fierce expression. Still. Better than looking up to see the woman who started laughing at her.
“C'mon, Ela, you were the one who wanted to know how we fool around.”
Dorothy's legs were kicked back, head resting on her hands. She was quite cozy lying on the bed of white fabric beneath her. As comfy as Eleanor was, seated on her belly. “I had assumed you were above using experimental weapons for pleasure.”
“Ange said to stop moving so much,” Chise said, Princess having told her.
“Oh, my apologies.” Eleanor said, a little embarrassed.
Dorothy chuckled. “I still can't get over it. That's really Chise down there?! God you're all so cute!”
“Miss Dorothy, I'd appreciate it if you stopped moving as well…”
“What are you worried about? Don't sell yourself short, Beato. This seat is quite accommodating. No need to fret over me losing balance.”
“Th-that isn't the issue.”
Beatrice was trying really hard to keep her composure. Her hand trembled as she failed to work up the courage to bring her tea cup to her mouth.
Every part of her was shaking. Regardless of if it was really safe to keep her older, usually-taller partner, lying on her breast, it was still nerve wracking. Feeling her toss and turn was also really getting her in the mood.
This was supposed to be a trust exercise. Here Beatrice was daydreaming of unbuttoning her top to shove her well-endowed lover down her much less remarkable cleavage. Putting her and all their even smaller friends in danger just so she could drool over their crushing humiliation.
She shook her head, deciding she needed to put an end to those thoughts.
The shrink ray was right there. All she had to do was zap them once and all five of them would be returned back to normal. Dorothy had forbade it until she gave the command but was someone so small really capable of being a leader?
Maybe it would do Dorothy well to relinquish that title every now and then. When it was only the two of them. That way Beatrice could pamper Dorothy properly without worrying about all these tiny universes on her breasts.
She set down her cup and eyed the device.
“Think about it this way,” Dorothy said. “Isn't it lovely being the tallest?”
More than she could imagine...
Beatrice swallowed. “Yes. Erm... Can you pass on a message to Princess? If it's okay, I'd like to borrow the shrink ray tonight.”
Rating: Explicit | Weight gain, ass worship, food kink
“Okay, that's it, something is wrong!” Airi declared.
Haruka looked up at her friends as she sat, collapsed on her living room floor. Having ended up here so much as of late, she'd almost grown used to this vantage point. It was unhealthy though. From this angle all of her friends, though one a lot more than the others, looked so much larger than her. The sight was almost too good for Haruka to keep her reaction subdued but she managed barely.
“Just not feeling my best today. Sorry.” Haruka explained, avoiding eye contact.
Shizuku pulled her to her feet and stated, “This is the third day this week you messed up like this.”
“Yeah, how come Kiritani Haruka herself can't even do some simple warmups?” Airi asked.
“She said she's trying her best! We shouldn't gang up on her like this!”
Haruka cringed. Pity on her face as she forced herself to look at the girl who, unbeknownst to her, was the source of her favourite idol's troubles. “Minori, can I talk to you in private?”
Blush spread across her cheeks. “Of course!”
That could have probably been phrased better. Maybe it couldn't have. There were plenty of things an invitation to Haruka's bedroom could mean but Minori would be attracted to only a few of these and ignore all evidence pointing to more likely reasons. Haruka really hoped she wasn't setting her up for disappointment.
The others both looked pretty confident in where this was going. Somehow both camps were equally right on the money and equally mistaken. “Haruka, wait!” Airi said.
But the two had already begun ascending the staircase, hand in hand. Haruka calmly replied, “I'd just like some time to chat with her.”
Shizuku's hand on her shoulder was enough for Airi to relent. Both reluctantly permitted their exit. Haruka closed the door behind her and when she turned, found Minori looking split between fear and excitement. “What was it you want to tell me?”
With how much praise Haruka had given her and how much she hadn't gotten the chance or worked up the courage to shower Minori with, it wouldn't have hurt to speak her mind just once. Not in the form of a tease. Or delivered with a honey-sweet tone to make it hurt less. She owed her biggest fan some brutal honesty. Minori had already given her so much. Particularly in the way of eye-candy. “You've gained weight and it's distracting.”
As expected, Minori was completely blindsided. The fantasy of a heartfelt confession scored by the faint music their friends had on downstairs while they did stretches without them, shattered, instantly. Not Haruka didn't harbor those feelings. She simply would have felt bad if Minori's body was what made her reveal them. “I-I'm-”
Haruka raised her hand. Despite tears streaming down her face, Minori was able to get ahold of herself and let her friend continue.
This wasn't the end of the harsh truth.
“I'm sorry to ruin your illusion of me but it's hard for me to concentrate on much of anything when my bandmate is so… err… bottom heavy.”
That wasn't entirely right. Yes, Minori had the fattest ass and juiciest thighs Haruka had ever laid her eyes on. To call her pear shaped however, while accurate, ignored her pleasantly present tummy fat and the fact her bust was the most impressive out of anyone in MORE MORE JUMP! It wasn't just one part of her that stole Haruka's attention when she should have been dancing or exercising. So much of Minori swayed like gelatin and so little could be covered by her uniform.
In just the several months since meeting her, Minori had gone from having a similar build as her 126 lbs crush, to an alluring 227 lbs.
All it took was a biweekly dinner date. Neither of them called it a date. It was also only nominally biweekly as Minori managed to talk her into going whenever the two had money to spare, which was more like thrice weekly.
They'd order fast food and find their seat. The two would chat. Eventually both would have finished their meals which should have brought the night's outing to an end. Minori evidently didn't want the time with her to end so soon though.
She ordered seconds. More deep fried junk. More sauce than Haruka could comprehend. Enough ramen to make the thinner girl nauseous.
Haruka never said anything though about those eating habits though. Nothing deeper than a playful tease here and there. Part of it was because she liked having the excuse to spend more time with Minori as well but if it was just that simple… she wouldn't have let her friend get to the point where the dimpled skin of her ass was plainly visible through both her underequipped undergarments and frilly blue skirt that Haruka was surprised she wore outside the house.
Reflexively, Minori pulled the hem over her cheeks upon hearing those words. With trepidation clear in her voice she apologised.
“No. I'm the one who can't keep my eyes off your body. I'm sorry for being so disgusting, Minori.”
“Then,” Minori debated speaking. Haruka had no idea what she was about to say but the fact she looked more playful than concerned made her nervous. “Do you think if you released that energy, it'd be fine? You know. By touching it?”
“I could never,”
“It's fine! I want to help you in any way I can! If that means letting you feel my body, I'm okay with that...”
She looked a little more than just ‘okay’ with it. However, as much as Haruka wanted to take her up on that offer, there was still an insurmountable barrier in the way. The unshakable fear that if she explored Haruka, her face wouldn't portray what she was internally feeling and Minori would think she was inadequate. That she needed to get even bigger just to satisfy Haruka. If she rejected her though, that would be even worse.
Hands clasped in front of her. Hips swaying slightly. “Please, Haruka.”
Haruka found herself staring down someone who was at once a friend, a colleague, an obsessive fan who would worship the dirt on her shoes, and an equal, all in the same divinely shaped body.
Her hands reached past Minori's waist. Her friend stepped closer and pushed Haruka so her back was against the closet doors. Each passionate squeeze stole a weak moan from Minori. Without asking, but intermixed with hushed, frantic pleas of “I'm sorry,” Minori decorated Haruka's cleavage with hickeys.
Haruka shoved one hand up Minori's shirt, greeted by even more stretch marks. She laid kisses around Minori's forehead, leaving saliva in hair and a lipstick mark on her skin.
Airi and Shizuku froze up outside the door which had mysteriously opened a crack. Silent, likely believing themselves undetectable to the lovers as Haruka shoved Minori onto the bed. Airi was shocked. Shizuku was surprised it took them this long to confess. Neither stuck around, opting to give the two their privacy. Satisfied nobody's feelings had been hurt.
Like a skua tearing into a carcass, Haruka ripped open Minori's button up. Any remaining inhibition faded when she saw how Minori reacted to having a part of her ruined. Haruka understood she wouldn't mind having more of her body debased. Not if it was for the same girl currently squeezing and kissing her soft belly flab.
Haruka continued, so swept up in admiring Minori, she didn't notice her own top was undone and her bra visible.
She suddenly stopped herself.
Unlike Minori, Haruka's stomach wasn't bottomless. She'd nearly had her fill. It wasn't her gut but sopping wet groin telling her this. Pulling away, she peered down at Minori.
Chubby like a big round penguin. Adorable. Just the sight was enough to almost get her there. She needed to act fast.
“Haruka?”
They were standing again. Haruka was.
The girl in her arms squealed as she was held, legs dangling over Haruka's shoulders. This wasn't an easy feat. Haruka was struggling to hold her like this but her extensive fitness routine still gave her the strength to lift Minori. Albeit it was with assistance from the wall Minori's back was against. Haruka would have preferred it though if she couldn't lift her at all.
Both hands squeezed Minori's ass. Haruka's body started to protest. Finally, just as it felt like her legs were about to snap she came.
Just as she tried to contemplate a way to set Minori down, the larger idol screamed and the two fell. Thanks to her sharp reflexes, she avoided crushing Haruka's skull under her cinderblock-destroying ass and instead landed seated on her partner's stomach.
The terror on Minori's face stole all air from the room. “HARUKA?!”
Once she caught her breath, she assured Minori she was fine. The pain in her stomach wasn't that bad. Nothing felt broken. If something was, they could deal with it later. She stroked the enormous idol's cheek. “Thank you, Minori. I should be back to my old self now.”
“I... I'm glad!”
“You look disappointed.”
“Not at all! I'm glad I could be of help!”
“That said,” Haruka may have had her fill but someone was still left wanting more. She still hadn't even finished her first serving yet. “I'd like to repay you. Do you want to get dinner tonight? My treat.”
“Yup,” Mizuki confirmed and thanked the cashier before ambling over to the waiting area. The café wasn't exactly packed. A relief. There being anyone in here besides Mizuki still made Ena hesitant to poke her head out. Yawning, Mizuki took out her phone. She called no one and started speaking to the girl hiding in her back pocket. “I figured I'd treat you this morning. There's something special I have planned so I wanted to make this day memorable.”
Ena's shoulders raised a little. Her heart raced at the thought of what it could be. Should Mizuki reveal that she'd been knitting something to go along with her tiny scarf and toque, then she'd be happy. Disappointed. But Mizuki making something for her was always appreciated.
She had a hunch it was different. Something more intimate. She was hoping to be proven right.
Ena would have just rather not considered why Mizuki had suddenly decided to treat her. If she'd noticed Ena acting differently lately, more... unmotivated, she would have preferred if Mizuki just said something.
Then again, how else would that girl address her problems then by pushing them to the wayside?
“Hey, Mizuki.” Mafuyu's soft voice chimed in.
Mizuki turned slightly. Ena could see two giantesses approaching were quite bundled up themselves. Kanade in a light blue winter jacket and Mafuyu in a purple one, hands resting in its pockets. Mizuki's pink looked better but it wasn't a competition. Mizuki usually cleared them in terms of appearance in Ena's eyes, anyway.
“Is she here too?” Kanade asked.
Mizuki hummed in affirmation. Before they could ask where, she gave a light smack to her ass. It didn't hurt. Just made Ena a little more excited than she'd have preferred to be, while in public.
“You better not have.” Mafuyu said, rage barely contained in her friendly tone.
“Wait, it's not what you're thinking! I'll tell you guys once we're outside but we wouldn't go that far.”
Mafuyu took her at her word and Kanade changed the conversation to be about their latest single. Once their food came, the girls left the warmth of the café, opting instead to eat breakfast in a park.
A few people were out ice skating. In the distance, families were sledding down a hill. All things, Ena could no longer do.
She didn't have time to linger on that thought. Mizuki wiped off a powdery layer of snow from a bench before retrieving Ena from her pocket. Relief washed over the two girls sitting down. “Where did you think I had her?” Mizuki snickered.
Setting down their food, Ena remained in her hand, glaring at her friends. “Yes.” then, at Mizuki. “And why do I feel like you already know?”
With a giggle, Mizuki said she was aware of no such thing.
“It isn't important. I'm just relieved to have misjudged.” Kanade said.
“Sorry for accusing you of something so perverted, Mizuki.” Mafuyu said.
“Don't give me too much credit. If you saw what we-”
“Alright, I've decided I don't want to know, actually!” Ena shoved her hands against Mizuki's cheek. Cold to the touch even with Ena's tiny mittens. Her massive girlfriend laughed some more then set her down on her thigh. Ena inched closer to her jacket. Her tiny form needed all the heat it could get.
Mizuki began handing out their pancakes, each in a little square box, a little wider than her hand. “Don't pay me back.” she told them. “Once Enanan's back to normal, she'll treat us all to an expensive dinner!”
“This is news to me.” Ena said. She was now seated. “But I'm not against it. You've all been so err- supportive. It's only fair.”
“Have we, though?” Kanade asked. Mafuyu was already digging into her breakfast. “I've tried to hang out whenever I can but the one who's been taking care of you all this time is Mizuki.”
With each word, Ena could only imagine that girl's smile spreading wider and wider until she'd reached a plateau where it was physically impossible to appear any more smug. “Why would you tell her that?!” Ena asked.
“Because it's true.” Mafuyu answered, mouth full.
“You've all- err-”
“I've accepted that she'll never appreciate me.” Mizuki sighed. She forced back a somber expression, Ena didn't believe was natural in the first place. “I'm content so long as Ena's happy.”
“And you are happy like this, Ena?” Kanade asked.
“I... guess so.”
There it was again. The gnawing sensation that had been weighing her down more and more as of late. That uncertainty.
Ena did enjoy being fork-fed tiny pieces of Mizuki's food, kept safely on her lap. But the idea that she couldn't go back, that this would be her entire life, forever? It was crushing.
She was beginning to struggle to simply pretend she was fine. A part of her wished Mizuki would teach her how to do so. Envying her lover's aptitude for feigning complacency even when Ena new where that led.
“Mizuki?”
“Hm?” she asked, smiling as bright as ever.
“I really appreciate your gift.”
Mizuki's next words wiped the forced gratitude right off Ena's face, leaving her stunned. “This isn't your present!”
When the two got home, they found two wrapped gifts lying on the coffee table. They'd arrived in the mail that morning and Mizuki's mom had brought them in before leaving to run some errands. Whose was whose was no mystery.
Mizuki wondered aloud what her sister had crafted. Only one of them found her jokes about unwrapping her brand new accessories to dress up her favourite doll, funny.
“You know,” Mizuki nudged her bedroom door shut with her hips. “I used to play with Yuuki's old dolls a lot.”
Ena blinked. She wanted to pinch herself. “You're trying to give me a heart attack.”
“What?! I just said I used like have dolls.”
“When have you ever told me something about your childhood?! Exactly what are you planning? I-I have to know!”
“My bad, sorry. I'm just in a good mood.” Mizuki assured her.
“I see…”
Ena wasn't quite sure she bought that story. With how stressed she was though, it wasn't out of the question that she was just blowing this up into something bigger than it needed to be. “Now. For the big reveal. There's something Miku and I have been working on. Ready?”
Maybe this was what she needed to take her mind off things. Ena nodded. “Ready.”
Pastel pinks were replaced by cold empty greys as the two faded from their shared bedroom.
Ena was in her room.
Her's and her's alone. Not the little bird house. Her old bedroom from when she'd been her original size.
Sitting in front of her was her desk and her art supplies. All of it monochromatic grey and white but it was hers. She sat bolt upright from an ordinary chair that perfectly accommodated her ordinary body. She laughed.
She burst into hysterics.
Ena wanted to check if she'd gotten any likes on social media, on her own rather than have Mizuki browse it for her. Or rush downstairs and find a fridge full of food and cook herself a juicy steak. Or put on the TV and throw herself onto the couch cushion rather than stream everything on Mizuki's phone, sitting legs crossed on her bed. Hell, she was damn near ready to tear open Akito's door and ask him how he'd been.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Eggshell white save for the screen which displayed a single text against a pink background with a brown gradient. “Like it?”
Smiling, Ena pulled open the text and sent no less than a dozen hearts. As for her actual response, she took a minute to consider.
That was when she noticed the ground trembling beneath her.
She dreaded what awaited her. Curiosity won over and she leaned out her open window. She looked up. “MIZUKI?!”
“It's great, isn't it?” Even leaning down, she still towered above Ena's home. Now more than ever, Ena found herself irritated by a smirk on a woman far too big for her to wipe it off of. “An entire tiny city just for us! All thanks to Miku and your's truly! It's so… so…” Body acting on its own, Ena backed away like Mizuki was a looming volcano about to erupt. “...so cute!”
“Hey, before you get ahead of yourself,” Ena snapped, hands clutching the window sill as she leaned back outside. “Who gave you permission to model my entire house in SEKAI?”
“It's um, a little more complicated than that.” Mizuki looked away.
“I'm listening.”
“Just like Miku said, a SEKAI is born from feelings. This one happens to be born out of certain feelings between us. If you catch my drift.”
“So this house is born out of my memories.”
“Yup. A bit of mine too.”
“But the world itself is born out of... That would explain why…”
Mizuki was back to grinning. She took a step back and posed seductively. “Why I'm wearing such a naughty outfit?”
Cautiously, Ena nodded. She watched as Mizuki carelessly tipped over a street lamp before crushing it under her foot, torn between watching the havoc or leering up at her in her red lingerie.
“This feels so good, Enanan! Looking down on everything! You should try it!”
A car alarm sounded then the helpless vehicle was silenced as Mizuki's thoughtless step shattered windows and flattened the complex machinery like it was made of tin. “Hold on!” Ena urged. “This place doesn't have anyone else, right?”
“Just us.” Mizuki said, winking.
She leaned down. Her hand reached through Ena's wall. Brick crumbling instantly under the force of her soft fingers. Ena screamed and started to run. She grabbed her door handle only to be snatched up and pulled out of the gaping opening Mizuki had created.
“Why are you trying to flee? Am I really that scary?”
Ena didn't humor Mizuki's taunt for a second. No matter how smitten she was with this foolish goddess, she had her limits. “Put me down! This is different! This is t-too high!”
“If you reeeeally want me to. But only if we make it a game.”
“Game?”
Ena's voice tremored. Shaky like her legs were when she dared to look down to see how high up she'd gotten. Mizuki brought her face close. Her breath felt like it could blow Ena right off her palm. “Hide and seek. If I win I get to pick you up as much as I want.”
“And if I do?”
“Your choice.” Mizuki shrugged. “And one more thing! Nothing here can hurt you. You'll just be sent back to the real world if you're like in a collapsing building or something. Now that that's out of the way, deal?”
Fuck. This was a better surprise than Ena could have ever dreamed for. How would she even begin to thank Mizuki? “Deal.”
Alleyway? Too obvious.
Underground? Removing a sewage grate revealed those tunnels smelled just as bad as its earthly counterpart.
A home's basement seemed to be the safest bet but most people's doors were locked and her own house wasn't an option for obvious reasons.
Not long after she finally located the perfect hiding spot, Mizuki texted her. Somehow she was still surprised by how silly a force of nature like the planet had never seen before, could behave. And how much that made her heart race. “Here I come🐶!”
A crash emanated from the south of her. Ena peered out the doorway.
“Man, I really hope you weren't in there!” Mizuki said, oblivious to the blush spreading across Ena's cheeks. “Enanan, if you're back in the bedroom, I'm sorry I'm such a freak. I just couldn't help myself. The thought of you being so insignificant you can't even handle this...”
Grinding and bouncing on the creaking mass beneath her as if she was riding a lover rather than the toppled over remained of an apartment complex. All around her, buildings had collapsed from the sudden force. More yet looked ready to. If nothing else, this allowed Ena a perfect view of Mizuki as she pulled her cock out of her panties and began to jerk off.
Just as it looked like she was about to climax, her and Ena's eyes met. She tucked away her meat. Her tongue glided across her lips. Ena booked it.
“C'mom, that's the spot you chose?!”
Ena left the café behind. She rushed through a back alley. Mizuki's palm caused the building to her right to creak. Bricks began to fall. As Ena looked up to see one right above, little fragments began to swirl around her. It felt like she was about to wake up from a dream. When she managed to dodge in the nick of time, those glistening shards vanished.
She was still in SEKAI. Heaving, wishing she'd exercised more. But the game was still on.
The street she found herself on was silent until a few buildings down, an office building collapsed. Mizuki playfully slammed her enormous ass against it. Easily stepping over the rubble, she dramatically stomped towards her plaything. “Are you even trying?” she asked, giggling.
Ena's heart raced. She took a step back.
Only a little more, she thought.
This was a place born from raw sexual desire. Ena had a theory about how that could affect things other than size so instead of finding somewhere safe to hide, she'd spent the time Mizuki had given her testing it out. Now she just had to hope it wouldn't be for naught.
There wasn't any point in hiding it. If there was anyone she was okay with feeling helpless and scared in front of it was Mizuki. She deserved to know that right now Ena was shaking with genuine terror. That this fear made her soaking wet.
Her eyes knit shut as Mizuki took another step.
After so many years of fearing that people would be put off by her presence, being able to say, “Yes, I am a monster!” in a way that was not only pleasurable but true to herself must have been therapeutic beyond words.
Ena hated to take that from her.
But God Damn it, she was tired of being the sub.
“Huh?” Mizuki felt something tense under her foot.
In seconds, her face was brought parallel to the ground. Her entire body was snatched up in dozens of grey ropes from various directions, each over a mile long. She turned her gaze to Ena. Suspended only a little over a single story off the ground, she was completely helpless.
“Hey! B-but I won!”
Ena pulled her crop off of a park bench. Without a word, she walked past Mizuki, underneath her. All the while the girl overhead grew increasingly nervous. Ena almost wanted to thank Mizuki for giving her a pedestal of rubble to stand on as she peered down at the giantess.
“Mizuki,” Ena's heartfelt tone was enough to stop her partner's squirming. “I can't put into words how much I appreciate what you've done for me these last few months. You're the best girlfriend I could ask for. Please don't take what I'm about to do personally.”
The first slap she gave was just what Ena needed. Finally. Once again Ena was in control.
A laugh.
“Is something funny?”
“Oh just your itty-bitty crop. Did you seriously think that you could hurt someone as powerful as-”
Another blow.
This one, she felt. Clear by the sudden terror on Mizuki's face. Each consecutive strike brought Mizuki further and further from that grinning, almighty deity. She began to moan, ceasing to hide how much she liked it.
Ena kept going until Mizuki's ass was red and the asphalt beneath them was covered in what looked like gallons of seed.
Was it gallons? Were they in a really small city or had Mizuki grown massive?
Ena wondered this as she began descending, panting, from her perch. Mizuki was out of breath too. Her undergarments nowhere to be seen. Ena didn't remember taking them off. Maybe they just vanished because she wanted them to.
Casting one last glance to the still throbbing shaft now directly above her, Ena got up on her tip toes and slurped up the last spurt of white. Mizuki gasped. It sounded like she was in pain.
“I didn't go too far, did I?” Ena asked.
“No,” Mizuki winced as her lover came into view. “I kinda missed you being so rough.”
Ena let her pride show with a smile. She plopped down on the street, beneath her lover's face. “Was there anything else you'd planned?”
“This was it.” Mizuki said.
“Should we cuddle?”
“At this size, aren't you worried?”
“I'm downright terrified.”
Evenstill, Ena snapped her fingers and Mizuki came crashing down. By the time the dust had settled, she found herself walled off inside Mizuki's enormous, but thin and feminine arms. “I'm scared too! Jeez, I thought I was about to squish you.”
Ena grabbed Mizuki's gigantic wrist, curling up next to it like a koala on a tree. “No more talking. Let's just rest.”
Softly, Mizuki acquiesced. “Fine.”
She lowered her head so it was resting on her hands. The sound of her breathing nearly lulled Ena to sleep.
For what had nearly been the last time before likely waking up in the real world, her eyes opened. She noticed those same colourful fragments drifting past. This time they didn't dissipate.
“Mizuki. I'd like it if you rested your head on my chest.”
“But I'm comfy!”
“Do it.”
With a huff, Mizuki placed her chin on the soft fabric of Ena's bust. Ena rubbed her head. She held Mizuki in her arms.
They weren't in SEKAI anymore. Not home either. Somewhere in between.
“I missed this.”
“I did too.” Mizuki told her, arms under Ena's pits, wrapping around her back. “A little.”
Ena rolled her eyes. “Don't ruin this. I don't know how long we'll have it.”
“Teasing you is so much more fun when where the same size, though.”
Seeing the look on her face, Ena very nearly agreed. Any second now this would be over. Ena could sense it. If there was something she wanted to do, now was the time.
Her train of thought was lost when Mizuki cautiously remarked, “You look a little taller than I remember.”
They were back in Mizuki's bedroom. At first she thought she was once again perched on Mizuki's palm. The realization she was just standing up momentarily horrified her.
Ena glanced down and saw the bird house. The entrance to her old home could no longer fit more than three of her fingers. The pencils she detested using could now be wielded by just picking them up. All she had from her old life as a shrunken girl that she could still make use of now was the Mizuki-created dress that still fit her like a glove, having somehow grown with her.
She almost questioned if this was real. If not for the pedestrians chatting outside, Ena could have convinced herself this was yet another fake out.
It was real though.
She was back to her old self.
“I'm so happy for you, Enanan!”
Her gaze followed Mizuki's voice… landing just in front of her feet.
She was back to the same modest outfit she had on when they left. However, Ena didn't think Mizuki would be wearing any other clothes from her wardrobe any time soon. “And better yet! Now I have a big scary giantess to protect little old me from the horrors of the world!” she gazed down at her suddenly miniscule body. The smile on her face was genuine. Ena could tell. Her's was too.
It was no shocker that the sight of a Mizuki which could fit in her hands left Ena blushing. So tiny. She just wanted to pick her up and spoil her. She didn't even care that Mizuki had just described her like some otherworldly monster.
There was one slight that couldn't be overlooked though. A punishment was in order before her girlfriend began her pampered life as Ena's pet. She almost felt bad for raining on Mizuki's parade. Almost.
Mizuki noticed the lust for revenge in her eyes. Immediately she started singing a different tune. “Let's call everyone and organize a big party! Right now! Get 'em all over… Please…”
Without missing a beat, Ena lifted her shrunken lover off the floor.
“Wait! I'm sorry for teasing you! Please put me down! Please!”
Ena was barely listening, deciding she'd place her girlfriend somewhere safe after the ex-giantess had properly atoned. She opened wide and dangled Mizuki kicking and flailing over her tongue.
Mizuki and Ena's Amazing, Disgusting, Ultimate Food Review!
Fandom: Project Sekai
Pairing: Mizuki/Ena
Rating: Explicit | weight gain, food kink, slob
***
“Is this really what people want?” Ena murmured.
As soon as her finger hovering over the “Go live!” button made that fateful decision, there would be millions of eyes on her, Mizuki, and the embarrassment of greasy, deep fried food lining the checkered tablecloth between them. The grand debut of Niigo's new promotional series. Set to start with these two going for a scenic picnic… in their apartment living room.
“Absolutely.” Mizuki said. “Who wouldn't want to catch a glimpse of the fattest musician in Japan?”
Her face was torn between ease and frustration Mizuki affectionately jiggled her partner's exposed belly. If this gesture was meant comfort her it succeeded but Ena didn't think that was her intention.
If only her bandmates were here to make her see reason. Kanade and Mafuyu knew about this event. They were already in the chat, talking with fans. However those two would be just as surprised as their audience when the camera came on to reveal Ena and Mizuki in just their bras and panties.
Ena muttered, “Even so... And while the animal emojis obscuring our faces are cute, won't that… ruin the appeal for some?”
Mizuki blinked. Then she let out a loud, menacing guffaw. Ena really wasn't in the mood for this but let her have her fun. At least one of them wasn't stressed. “I really have corrupted you.”
“I'm just being business-minded. If this was just an ordinary review, we'd have our clothes on. So what's the point of this?”
With a calm smile, Mizuki leaned in and took her girlfriend's tubby hands. “You'll thank me for it.”
“Huh?”
Mizuki's next words weren't for Ena, but the viewers who'd been summoned with the press of a button. “Welcome, everyone! We have a really fun night planned!”
An incoherent stream of keyboard smashes, fire emojis, and semi-decypherable messages about their bodies, all with the general sentiment, “Oh my god!” rolled past. In the chaos, Mizuki and Ena only caught a glimpse of her bandmates' contributions.
Mafuyu: “?????”
Kanade: “Are we about to get banned for this?”
“Me and Ena are gonna be trying and reviewing every burger place in Shibuya we could find.”
“Y-Yeah.” Ena added. She collected herself. Her lips twitched as she tried and failed to form a smile. “But as thorough as we were, there are bound to be some we missed. We're more than open to suggestions!”
The world was spinning around her. So many people enamered by an out-of-shape form that she still sometimes struggled not to loathe. For every one comment that didn't mention Ena's stretch-mark peppered belly, there were ten that did, and two of those would be of different tone than the rest. The first batch of insults she could brush off as Mizuki often said similar things, teasing, so maybe she was just misconstruing them. When someone sent a puke emote, Ena clenched her fist.
Then gently taken into a pair of clasped hands. Mizuki shot her a look, calmly but firmly demanding her full attention. Those people would be taken care of by Kanade and Mafuyu. Her job was just to eat. “Now. Where should we start, Enanan?”
“Start?”
“You're the social media star. What are the people craving?”
“Well…” Ena sized up each caloric-titan leaking meat-sweat through its wrapper onto the blanket beneath. In total there was potentially over 10 pounds of food and half of that weight was probably grease. “I'm craving chicken right now.”
With a delicate grip, Ena brought a chickenburger to her mouth. Sauces congealed together into a white and red liquid running down Ena's fingers, onto her tubby wrists. The same shade of pink as Mizuki's cheeks turned as she watched.
Suddenly jealous that her ears couldn't pick up the crisp sensual crunching as well as Ena's mic, Mizuki had to remind herself what those watching at home weren't seeing. Besides, who would be the one editing the clips later?
She was completely absorbed as her lover dug in, taking the first, greedily massive bite. Compared to the giant burger, Ena almost seemed tiny, which wasn't the first descriptor Mizuki would usually give her nowadays.
Never exactly shy about eating around others so it was no surprise pigging out in front of millions soothed her nerves. She almost forgot why she was so scared about this stream in the first place.
The shame always came after she'd decimated two ice cream sundaes in one sitting. She'd start plotting the perfect exercise routine to burn off all that grotesque overindulgence. More often than not she'd just end up failing to meet that goal however and end up feeling even worse about herself.
Mizuki egging her on was a much more comforting mealtime-aftercare. Ena had begrudgingly confessed that even though she was starting to get chubby, Mizuki's compliments made her want to get even bigger.
At 459 lbs Ena seemed happier than ever. 230 and Mizuki was feeling pretty good herself.
She held out the burger and Mizuki leaned in. They were so close to each other's faces that their filters overlapped and started flashing between each other. Instantly chatters started gushing over how adorable this was, obscuring the rude messages before the mods could even dish out bans.
Mizuki took a bite from the same side Ena had, widening the crater her lover had left. The moment it touched her tongue, she whined and pulled away. “Too spicy!”
“Don't be a baby! This is mild.” Ena chided but Mizuki was already gulping down a soft drink.
“Not to worry, Mizuki!” one commenter said. “If we ever dine together I'll buy you all the low-spice meals you could ask for!” The username “notWONDERHOY” looked familiar but Mizuki had no idea who it could be.
“I'm choosing the next one!” Mizuki announced after a burp.
Ena replied with what sounded like, “One minute!” But her voice was muffled by the burger they were only supposed to take a bite or two out of but she refused to put down.
If this were anyone else, Mizuki would have been worried about her ruining her appetite. “What was that?”
Her audience was similarly unsure. Consensus was that it sounded like Ena was telling Mizuki to continue without her. Respecting her girlfriend's wishes, Mizuki took a relatively small, but fierce chomp at a triple bacon burger. Ena glared.
“Mmm! Sho tasty! You better hurry before it's gone.”
Mizuki rested one hand on the floor. Salty red crumbs rolled off her fingers, onto the carpet. Those falling from her lips landed on soft thighs.
In a total of six bites, Ena finished her meal and stole Mizuki's. To the surprise of no one though, she hadn't allowed herself the time to let it settle. Mouthful of bacon and ground beef, she belched straight onto the burger.
Mizuki leaned forward, grabbing and shaking one of Ena's belly rolls as horny retribution. “You're such a greedy pig, Ena.”
She was entirely focused on the beauty in front of her. The slight sway of her hips as her ass came into frame was something subconscious. A subtle gesture just for Ena that almost came as reflex at this point. That didn't stop the chat from going absolutely wild.
“Mizuki! You're too powerful! We're gonna get in trouble for this!” Kanade warned.
“Damn, Mizuki 👀” said ShiraishiAn2002.
“An, no! You're still on main!” Snakelover exclaimed, followed by a gif of a cautious looking puppy.
“What does any of this have to do with you guys' music?” Shiho'sAlt asked.
“Too much wonderhoy!” one commenter squealed, the total obliteration of her mind somehow conveyed perfectly through a screaming cat emote.
“It's been nice meeting you all and chatting! I'm a little sleepy though. Gn, everyone.” Mafuyu said.
Too late to back out now. Might as well give people more of what they came here for. “Sorry! It can't be helped just how desirable I am. And goodnight! Mafuyu!”
Mizuki drove in the knife, reorienting her position so even more of her rear was visible. Her time in the spotlight came to an abrupt end when she was suddenly pushed.
“I'll show you desirable!” Ena shouted.
As soon as her ass was visible, it was all the chat could focus on. One half of them at least.
In her haste, Ena had accidentally shoved Mizuki onto her back. When the girl hit the floor it was with a disgusting squelch from the dozens of burgers she now laid on. Arms above her head, One leg smushing food, the other held up slightly but with its bare foot crushing a fishburger and sending tartar sauce squirting onto the carpet. Mizuki felt dazed. Helpless. Her erection pressing against her magenta underwear.
As the world became a blur, she found herself daydreaming up a new outfit. Decked out in a pink and white striped dress, tray in one hand, roller skates on her feet, and belly hanging out in front of her. Ena rocking the same 50's Americana style, alongside her. Who wouldn't want to be served by such gorgeous waitresses? So what if the food you ordered rarely ever made it to your table?
She didn't need to wear anything so extravagant to steal the show however. She didn't need to look at chat to know they were utterly enraptured by her, wearing next to nothing. When she did take a peak, she noticed notWONDERHOY was strangely quiet. Someone should check on her, Mizuki decided.
“Err- Mizuki… I…”
Ena grew flustered. She shut her eyes, still facing her girlfriend and the feast she'd ruined. Mizuki sat up and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It's okay! People love this.”
Putting faith in their viewers proved rewarding as when Mizuki gently turned Ena to face the screen, the larger girl was smothered by an avalanche of compliments.
“Not into whatever you two have going on, personally, but you're both still cute as ever!” AiriIsAdorable added.
“I really like this look. I do. But why don't you show everyone one those dresses Mizuki made you? By wearing it.” Kanade asksd, followed by a soft, “Please.”
“Th-Thank you all... But this is only confirming what I already knew!” Ena stated, pouting. All she was missing, Mizuki thought, was a loud HMMF!
“Now what will we give those two burgers?”
“Which ones were they?”
“The uh…”
Mizuki glanced back.
God, they had made such a mess. Food slid onto other wrappers or crushed. Try as she did, she still couldn't make out exactly what had been crushed by her fan-favourite feature. It had all become one united mega-burger.
“I don't remember.”
“Let's say ten for both.” Ena posited.
“Five for the spicy one.”
Ena made a dismissive grunt but with Mizuki's arm tightening around her it was hard for both of them not to break out into a brainless giggle. Ena's thumb rested over Mizuki's mic and her's over Ena's, as the two locked greasy lips. Even this kiss was too spicy.
“God, you're helpless.” Ena whispered as Mizuki fanned her mouth.
The audience's speculation over what they were doing was cut short as Mizuki loudly asked what they should eat next.
“Give me a second.”
“Need to make room? Let me help out.”
“Mizuki, wait-”
With just a light poke, Ena let out a deafening belch.
Loud enough to almost obscure the apocalyptically terrible noise unfortunately captured by Ena's mic. A sudden, innocuous rip.
Mizuki scrambled to the computer. Ena held onto her bra for dear life. The stream ended with both of them out of breath and adrenalized. “I'm sorry!” Mizuki whined. “Really! If I had've known, I wouldn't-”
“The food.”
Mizuki eyes settled on the unfinished meal, before her chin was yanked so she was eye to eye with Ena, more pissed than she'd ever seen her before.
“Mizuki. You're gonna eat your fill.”
Ena made downing thousands of calories look so easy.
In comparison, Mizuki already felt bloated after her sixth. She let out an exhausted, almost slimy burp that left her feeling anything but cute. Tears streamed down her face. She wanted to reach for her phone to be reminded how adorable their audience found her but her fingers were too greasy to even unlock it.
It would sit like that while she continued forcing down meal after meal. Her mouth went from a raging inferno to almost feeling numb. She felt ready to puke.
“I can't do it, Enanan!”
She shoved her face into her partner's belly and continued to weep into the ketchup-stained flesh pillow.
Maybe Mizuki was still cute after all. Still too irresistible to say no to. It was just as likely that gobbling up the rest of Mizuki's half was just too irresistible a prospect but she wanted to think it was the former. “Fine.”
Mizuki squealed with glee.
only two of the twenty three burgers ordered that night were eaten on stream. Six by Mizuki. The rest, she happily handfed to her demanding domme while the rest of the world remained blissfully unaware, some still clinging to hope that the broadcast would resume. Even Kanade who was desperately trying to get a hold of them.
That said, this was by far the biggest stream Niigo would ever have. Mostly since just an hour after it ended, they were banned from all platforms.
Mizuki/Ena may be the next Ange/Charlotte for me in terms of how much I write about them. Energetic, bratty trans girl and her shorter, tsundere girlfriend is a dynamic my mind wasn't ready for and it could be months before I recover from this obsession. At which point I'll probably just go back to Ange/Charlotte.
Anyway, now that I've posted my weight LOSS story about them, it only makes sense that I finally finish the one detailing their descent into gluttony.
Description: Fed up with her teasing, Ena decides to prove to Mizuki how seriously she's been taking her workouts.
Rating: Mature | This is the closest thing to sfw I will probably ever post to this blog. Strength kink, but other than that it's just fluff
***
Ena's mouth watered and eyes shimmered, fixated on the yogurt parfait behind the glass. She would have probably been flat out drooling over the fruity treat being lifted via spoon into a mouth that wasn't hers (much to her devastation) if she wasn't herself being watched. Ogling sweets from outside a café window wasn't a good look though.
Every fibre of her being was working towards keep her composure.
Mizuki let out a chuckle and took Ena's hand. “Looks good. Doesn't it?”
“Y-Yeah.” Ena answered, softly.
She'd gotten all dolled up for her afternoon date. So had Mizuki. The former wasn't interested in getting her dress all stained but Mizuki would certainly sacrifice her own just to see Ena let loose like a wild animal on some helpless desserts. “But can you afford it?”
“Huh?” Ena's brow furrowed. “I'll need to check if I brought change-”
“That was referring to your waist.”
Ena squeaked as she was grabbed from behind. Mizuki dug her fingers into her soft belly, right in the open for all to see. Or at least… It was usually soft. Today her tummy was giving a little more resistance.
It had been months since they'd met. Of course it would feel strange. Mizuki didn't protest as she pulled away. Once Ena's arms were free, she crossed them. “I've been watching my weight rather closely, thank you!”
“Really? I'm glad! In that case just one parfait wouldn't hurt, right?”
One thing just as rewarding as Mizuki remembered was seeing Ena's annoyed reaction in person. So much better then on the screen. A lot more conflicted when she had to juggle the nuisance that was not being able to mute her, and the fact that Mizuki was too much fun to be around for Ena to abandon her. “You don't believe me?”
“No, no, I do!” Mizuki grinned. “I'd just aprreciate it if you gave me a demonstration.”
Before Mizuki knew what was happening her feet were high above her head and she was staring up at her own knees. A second later, her legs were dangling over another woman's arm. Ena's arm. The one which wasn't currently swung under Mizuki's shoulders.
For all her talk, Mizuki went beet red instantly. She shook like an alarm clock as Ena effortlessly held her. She cast a piercing glare while Mizuki sheepishly met her gaze. “Well? Still think I'm lazy?”
Only a few feet up and the ground looked so far down. A couple past them by, walking their dog. Even the golden retriever at their side took notice of the petite girl who was princess-carrying her taller girlfriend without breaking a sweat. Everyone save for the hound clearly saw the blatant absurdity of the situation. Including Ena who fiercely looked away as the two passed by. She still tried to come off as intimidating even though everyone had stopped looking, which made the fact that she failed all the more adorable.
Once they were out of earshot, Ena continued, voice somewhat hushed. “I'm not letting you down until you apologize!”
The response slipped out without Mizuki intending it. She couldn't tell if Ena understood. She'd definitely heard the quiet one syllable “w” word that Mizuki murmured.
“What?!” Ena asked, almost horrified as she questioned if her ears had betrayed her.
“Wife.” Mizuki repeated, soft yet completely certain in her assessment. Then she grabbed the collar of her girlfriend's dress. “Ena, I will buy you whatever you want on the menu, just please carry me home after!”
With these words, her powerful demeanor faltered and she began to salivate. Hateful that Mizuki could so easily turn her into a shameful caricature of herself by simply offering sweets. Livid that she sort of enjoyed it. “A-Anything?”
A Woman Who Can Eat 70% of Her Bodyweight in One Sitting
Fandom: Arknights
Pairing: Doctor/Ho'olheyak
Rating: Explicit | weight gain, burping, smell kink, and fear play. Both of them are a tiny bit drunk.
***
“My, Doctor,” Ho'olheyak murmurs, followed by either a hiccup, a burp, or a giggle. Maybe all three. Your mind is racing right now and gaze darting between various parts of her corpulent body. The charcoal coloured slit dress, her pudgy feet and ankles overflowing from her white heels. It's hard to focus on just one thing. Harder to surpress a terrified, giddy smile. “You really know how to treat a woman right.”
Her face is now inches from yours. The reek of alcohol is overpowering. Better than her stomach though since at least now you aren't worried about getting turned into a pancake as she sloshes it around, pushing you against the cushions, nudging a knee against your groin. You'd still prefer it if she loosened her tail’s grip around your waist.
Then again, you could have just remained at your desk this whole time. Maintaining an air of authority as the head of Rhodes Island ought to, as well as keeping some much needed distance between you and your ravenous guest. Instead, the tipsier you two got, the closer you drew to her until eventually you were on that couch and she snatched you up instantly.
“Let me… go!” you wheeze.
“But I've been so excited for this meeting. Don't tell me it's already over.”
Any second now, your bones are going to snap.
After getting rushed to the medical wing you'll have to explain to Kal'tsit just how your spine got obliterated by a muscular, chubby tail. Then shamefully admit that the woman who broke it will face no repercussions. Hopefully she won't ask why you keep inviting that woman to dinner in your office.
“Too much pressure…” your cracking voice reaches a fever pitch. As does Ho'olheyak's panting breath.
She lets out a light belch. “Are you afraid of me, Doctor?”
No reply. You can't tell if your expression is one of fear or ecstasy. At this point you can't trust your tone to keep your true feelings hidden so your survival instincts kick in and tell you to be quiet.
Ho'olheyak's wings fold around your face, trapping the stink of her breath between you. The only other scent you can focus on is all the freshly applied makeup. The air quality made all the more intolerable as she releases another passionate burp. As your face twists in disgust, she titters, seeming rather pleased with herself. “Are you worried I'm gonna eat you?”
Ho'olheyak pokes a long, fake nail into your breast. Seeing you immediately tense up brings an even wider smile to her face. Bright turquoise lipstick still shimmers despite the few crumbs clinging on. Her other hand reaches down. Immediately, you spread your trembling legs. She smirks. Amused by your lack of composure.
The tip of her tail strokes your chin. She ignores your groin entirely, pressing instead on her own belly, bloated from all the greasy hot wings she just stuffed herself with, devouring them bone and all. The 674 pound snake woman opens her jaw, revealing a set of fangs, dripping with bourbon-coloured venom.
Having her tail wrapped around you, she can feel your entire body shiver. Another laugh. “Or maybe,” she draws out the silence, beaming over to you with the fondness of a lover rather than a mere operator. “You want me to eat you.”
The door slams open. Heavy breathing. Muelsyse?! “Hold in there, Doctor! If this nasty snake is bothering you, I'll… I'll…”
You glance in awe at your enormous elven saviour. All 830 pounds of her, struggling to squeeze through the doorway. “I-I have things under control, Mumu.” you tell her.
It's hard not to stare while she attempts to tuck in her belly and rear as they clog the entrance. Finally, she gives up. Waves of shame wash over her. When you suddenly identify the source of that guilty look, a pit of dread forms in your stomach.
Her eyes turn watery and she gives up trying to wriggle free. “I'm so sorry, Doctor!”
“No need to worry.” Ho'olheyak says, drinking in the fury of her romantic rival. “I'm sure she doesn't mind being cornered with nowhere to run.”
Rating: Explicit | As usual, no sex just overweight kink
***
“Beato!”
She could only imagine how hard the girl was trembling inside her dorm room. Face buried into her pillow, shoving her mouth into the fabric and vowing to never listen to it's gluttonous cries for excess calories again. Refusing to budge because she knew if she did, that oath would be broken by supper. Not to mention the trouble that indulgence had caused her.
Dorothy tried not to sound too forceful as she knocked. “I'm not angry but someone sure as hell is. Come out now so we can smooth this over like adults.”
No response. Dorothy took a step back. She'd kick this thing off the hinges if she needed to. Better than Ange somehow getting to her first.
“Last chance, dear.”
It creaked slightly. Dorothy found herself staring down at the clubroom's maid. Still dressed in cleaning attire. None of it quite fit her plush body. Not to say Dorothy didn't think it looked excellent on her.
So long as unfortunate circumstance dictated the 313 pound spy had to keep her clothes on, an ill-fitting white apron and the equally stressed university attire, was a satisfying compromise. When the door opened, Dorothy didn't waste time leering at her body. She had been in mom-mode since hearing about the accident and remained in that nurturing state as Beatrice blabbered out an explanation.
“I-I was just dusting off the sofa when my hand slipped and I knocked it onto the floor! Whatever the cost, I'll cover it! I'll pay double! Just please don't let Princess and Chise hear about this.”
“Oh, Beato...” Dorothy sighed. “They've already seen the wreckage.”
The shade of red that rose in Beatrice's cheeks was unlike anything Dorothy had ever seen. That was saying something when she prided herself on being familiar with all the ways someone may react to a beautiful siren spy satisfying every one of their desires and even giving them new ones. As novel as this cross between self-loathing, arrousal, and fear was, there was no question what Beatrice needed from her.
Suppressing a smile, Dorothy wrapped her arms around her pudgy subordinate.
So soft, she noted. Beatrice's shaking seemed to ease as Dorothy started toying with her belly. Then her hands began worshipping a pair of hips that put her own to shame. Then squeezing the oversized source of their woes.
It wasn't right to bully her. Not after all Beatrice had been through and not with the rigorous exercise routine that Control was sure to order and Ange would enforce, as soon as it came to light why the C-ball had been pulverized into smithereens.
Such punishment felt gratuitous to her. Dorothy was aware Control wasn't as fond of Beatrice's body as she was. If they learned how much of this girl getting stuck had been omitted from mission reports, they wouldn't have been chuckling like Dorothy was whenever shoving the blushing noble through whatever tight squeeze she ended up in. At the very least they'd disagree that any of Beatrice's performances within the last month were worthy of all the sweets Dorothy rewarded her with after each.
No. They were going to force this girl into shape. If they couldn't then her time as a spy was over.
Assuming Dorothy was able to pull the right strings, her life as an evergrowing bed-ridden feedee would follow. With her friends vouching for her, this probably wouldn't be too hard. It wasn't like any of them had qualms with fattening her up. However, as far as Beatrice knew then, her very life was in danger.
Dorothy still couldn't resist. She had to get in this one jab.
“The destruction was hard to miss what with the two craters you left behind.”
No Hope of Winning (but you can always lose harder)
Fandom: I'm in Love With the Villainess
Pairing: Rae/Claire
Rating: Explicit | breast expansion, bondage, face slapping (it only happens once but I'm including it as a trigger warning)
Claire let out a boisterous laugh. The absurdity that the meal laid out before her would be enough to satisfy her.
No. Something with so little meat would barely hold a woman like her over until morning. They both knew that. Although, as Claire told that offering, the effort to make herself seem appetizing was quite adorable.
Cute and helpless, Rae sat bound on their bedroom floor. Propped up on her knees and toes. Her mouth gagged. Nightgown unbuttoned and naked breasts visible. Painfully erect nipples being chilled by the night air seaping through the window. Entire body twitching from the burning sensation of the rope cutting through her groin, knowing she'd have to savour the rough texture against her pussy because tonight Claire wouldn't be paying her any attention there.
Rae's body lurched forward. She was promptly smacked across the face. With low, muffled moans escaping as she did, she adjusted her posture. Rae's comfort didn't matter because at that moment, she wasn't Rae Taylor. She was just an object for Claire's arousal.
A twinge of fear overcame her when it became clear Claire's fuck-toy wasn't to her liking. She scoffed. “What a pitiful chest! I'd expect nothing less from a commoner.”
Rae's eyes widened as Claire practically ripped open her own nightgown. The buttons already looked prepared to fly off so they didn't give much resistance as Claire's bare chest spilled out.
Somehow Rae managed to stay silent as Claire leaned forward, fingers gripping the unraveled fabric. “Have a look.” The calm, almost soothing look she gave Rae would have been enough to melt her already but the slight air of smugness nearly sent over the edge. “Drink in what you will never be able to possess.”
No complaints on her sub's end. Still, she remained unmoving, obedient, and quiet. Claire seemed to find this suspicious. She pulled out the gag, saliva dripping onto the floor.
“Well?”
Now for Rae's turn. “Impressive… but I know you can go bigger.”
Claire recoiled, flustered. “Pardon me?!”
“I mean, with magic as strong as yours, getting a little thicker should be a piece of cake… Right?”
Claire clearly knew where she was going with this. But Rae doubted she knew just how far she planned on taking it.
Just as Rae had implied, increasing her bust was no problem. In just a few seconds, they'd doubled in size. Claire placed her hands on her hips and adjusted her stance, trying to look fierce while also not toppling over. “No issue at all.” she said, likely just as proud by her impressive chest as she was to be strong enough to handle it.
“That's it?”
Claire pouted. Once again she pointed her wand at herself and they were swelling like balloons. The more Rae feigned disinterest, the more effort Claire put into showing off.
She puffed out her chest but it barely made a difference. The larger they grew, the less she could do with them and still hope to remain standing. They were all the way down to her knees and probably starting to block out her vision. At this point Rae questioned if she could even see her sub. If it was okay to show her hand and start ogling.
Going off her strained off her strained moans, Claire was preocupied. Too busy using all her strength not to fall to notice as Rae stared intently at the encoraching walls of meat.
The villainess let out a high-pitched, embarrassed scream and then everything went dark.
Of course, Claire did eventually. As in fall. With that much mammary between them, there was no way Claire could see Rae's excitement as she collapsed forward. Her fall cushioned by breasts a third the size of their room.
“Rae?! Oh my goodness! Rae, are you hurt?!”
She remained silent. She wanted to be a good dildo. One Claire could tit-fuck herself with, lacking abandon.
Unfortunately, she was Claire's partner first and submissive second. “Yeah, I'm fine.” Rae answered.
“Good...” Some more frustrated, nervous groans. Try as she did, Claire remained in place. “It appears we may be stuck like this for some time as I… dropped something rather important.”
Silence.
“Rae?”
She was fine with this. A warm, cozy reprieve from the winter air. She wasn't sure how they'd get out of this but at the same time, wasn't in any rush to do so. Claire shouldn't have been either. Besides, wasn't like Rae would ever be able to talk her into doing this again so she had to enjog it while it lasted. “Why are you seeking help from me? Could a mere commoner really be of any use to someone of your... grandeur?”
