Fast food apps make me so fucking horny. The building up insane amounts of points and reward systems, it’s so ridiculously greedy. I shove endless greasy slop down my throat night after night and get free greasy slop and discount codes for doing it so often. It’s not really my fault for ordering so much if you think about it. They want me wheezing obese and addicted
I was going to say "What if we Hex Maniac-ified Homura?" but... Madoka taking some key notes from Helena's schtick could be fun~♡
Especially the reactions from the previously mentioned time looping magical girl fairy-type trainer about this stark change in Kaname's demeanor!!
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Twitch, twitch. Homura felt her eye spasm with annoyance. For once, after countless jumps and resets, Homura could say she was the normal one... Though that spoke volumes about the quality of the timeline she found herself in. The world, while mostly the same on the surface, was inhabited by odd colorful animals that almost looked like bastardized, mutated Incubators. The inconspicuous, devilish grin on their faces irked her to no end, but judging by the fact people kept them as pets, hunting them down like she used to would end up with her getting some serious prison time. Thus, gritting teeth, Homura had to endure the presence of colorful kyuubeys for the duration of this jump, mocking her fate with their stupid faces. Not only that, but they were an important part of the culture - from what she could gather, people would routinely 'catch' them using 'Kyuuballs' and then use to... fight? She was not super big on sports in the first place, but that sounded even more bizarre.
...Whatever. There was a more serious matter that concerned the reason she rewound time again.
Mhnhuuffhhllp... Homurrphha...
Shaking her head, Akemi snapped out of the dizzy spell. The behemoth that sat just beside her, her flabby side pressing into Homura's, shifted her posture, bumping into the lost girl. It was Madoka Kaname, or what had become of her in this god-forsaken universe. Gone was the usual petite and cute college student; the woman that sat at the table was a hulking mountain of lard, clad in a gothic dress. Her usual clothes, pastel in tones by nature, replaced by a dark purple color scheme. Pretty pink haircut replaced by long and unkempt mop of long, voluminous hair, flowing down to her waist. The biggest difference, however, was the absolute girth that Madoka presented - she was by far the biggest person she'd ever seen, even with all the time shifts the magical girl experienced. Even if Akemi knew she would love Madoka no matter what, the way her obesity changed her looked... rather uncomfortable even for someone so desensitized and desperate.
Yes, Madoka-- Homura needed to get a grip. She told herself that deep inside, somewhere under the several feet of lard there was the girl that deserved to be saved.
sllrrp... ullhp...
The bigger girl was busy devouring her lunch. The meals of this universe were far more overprocessed than what Akemi was used to, and far more addictive it seemed - the sweet girl that stole her heart did not think twice before licking her fingers clean, making sure to get every single crumb inside her gullet.
Are you... hhhghonna finish that?..~ A pudgy hand fanned her face which grinned with a self-pleased. She pointed at the uneaten sandwich in front of the stone-faced mess of a girl. The way she spoke grossed Homura out big time; it was so ragged and quiet and strained, and she couldn't be sure if it was because of how breathy her speech had gotten, or if it was purely a stylistic choice. It almost like she had assumed this persona of a mysterious and creepy girl, and it had swallowed her whole. If you stare too long into the abyss...
Homura replied with a head shake, and pushed the plate towards the 'friend'.
Thank you... I really need it. Also... She spoke with her mouth full, even quieter and more unintelligible, giving zero fucks to Homura even being there, as if just talking to herself. I've been feeling like... Changing my name recently... I was thinking... huff... H-Helena... What do you... hahhh... think...? Despite asking her a question, there was no way in the world she was listening for the reply. Her gaze was empty and glossy, staring into the distance. Her entire being was busy digesting her food, storing all the fat, and trying to keep functioning.
...sorry, Madoka.
That last sentence cemented Homura's resolution to start over. She definitely was not Madoka, not the one she knew anyway. She grabbed her shield and turned the dial. Eyes closed, she allowed the flow of time embrace her and return back to square 1 once again. Only that time, nothing changed. She opened her eyes, and the immense 'trainer' sat in front of her still, munching on the burger she had just taken from the ravenette. The porker finally blessed her with the stare from the piggish, squinted eyes.
Leaving so... soonh?..~ Heh...~ She patted her tight stomach, forcing out a deep guttural belch. Stay with me for just a little while longer, would... unnhhgh... would you...~ Sliding to the side, her fat began to pool on top of Homura's smaller body. It felt so warm to the touch, and it almost... erotic? Yes, Helen- Madoka was definitely coming onto her. No matter what was this elephantine maniac deal, her powers, which Homura was not sure were from the realm of magical girls, interfered with her own powers.
So, until that hungry and perverted beast let her go, Homura Akemi was stuck in a personal hell of her own.
Ghhahh.. It hurts so ghood~ Once her umpteenth meal was finished, she sat back in the triple-wide chair. The would-be magical girl licked her lips, a moan-laced exhale dotting her commentary as she placed a hammy hand on her own chest. It pulsated in light spasms, every single one squeezing an euphoric groan out of her. Her eyes rolled, completely lost in the ecstasy of degenerate pleasure.
Ivy x a milf ( her own mother even better ) send ask
i mean statistically speaking theres gotta be someone responsible for the way she turned out-
The door to her room opened with a soft creak of the tired joint. A mop of dark long hair popped through the slight opening with a smile on the soft chubby face.
Ivyyyy~ I know you're busy, but I cooked some snacks for you! Do you have a minute? You need energy for your, um... She scrambled to remember the word her 'little' girl used to describe the kind of game she'd been playing.
'Event', mom... Heavy eyelids lowered down as she rolled her eyes. Her tired eyeballs had been glued to her blue screen for several hours non stop, all the light making them go into autopilot and just stare without blinking, and only after peeling here sight off the shiny rectangle in front of her the pain of dryness caught up to her. No, I'm not really hungry... The girl patted her exposed tummy; her stomach was still full of her dinner, soft sloshes of a few cans of monsters and coke sounding as she wobbled the dome of soft flesh.
But your dinner was almost an hour ago! The mother pouted with concern. In her mind, starvation was the single most dangerous thing one could experience, so most of her day revolved around making sure her child gets all the nutrition and calories, and then some more, and then some. The anxious tone of her voice was the sign she. The woman pushed the door open with her wide hips, barging in backwards as she pulled in a cart stacked with foods. Calling it a 'snack' would be an understatement - plates upon plates and bowls upon bowls of meats and carbs and desserts, all slick with grease and aromatic with spices. Huff... Come on Ivy, don't make me make you, again. She gave her daughter the stare, and the NEET's resolve crumbled that very instant.
Ummh... Alright, alright..! I'm in a raid though, can you like... She waved her free hand, hasty motion going from her mother and towards her. The battle required her undivided attention and skill.
Of course dear! Want some cookies first? She cooed, grabbing a platter of butter cookies and offering her lovely daughter one.
Mmhmm. Nod. Ivy figured she did need the energy after all...
Mom's pretty hands grabbed the round slices of dough and sliding them in Ivy's mouth like throwing quarters into a slot machine. One by one, clumps of sugar filled her cheeks and belly, chicken nuggets following their lead. A mix of salt and sweet filled her tongue as she chewed, too focused on the game to be aware of the sheer scale of her caloric intake. Mother patted her head: she loved watching her darling eat. She loved it so much in fact that she just couldn't help rubbing her cheek on Ivy's, squeeze her fatty arms, then plant a cute little kiss on her chin, then a little higher...
Moooooom!! Seriously, not now, it's like super important-- The degenerate young girl did reciprocate the gesture: returning the kiss on the lips, sharing a moment of intimacy with the closest person she had, ultimately returning to the mmorpg in front of her. For real gimme like 30 minutes, okay? You can feed me if you wanna, just- it's gonna be my third time missing a raid because of that, and I REALLY need the drops! She begged her mom to postpone the inevitable, and mother, being the benevolent head of the household, complied.
Is that a new game? I don't remember seeing you play it before.
~~~
...so you have to 'charge' the skill so you can hit it?
hhmmrrpff... no, you just need to hit its weak spot five times, then it opens its mouth and-
open wide~
auuummff~ and then you-mmdf... have to throw a grenade and-
Ivy shuffled in place. It was not an easy job explaining her mom the mechanics of this boss, but the bulk of the health had already been depleted, so it was a matter of time before she got her long-awaited loot. And with one finishing blow-
GREAT SOUL SLAIN
Yaay, you did it..! She hugged the blobby child, supple breasts almost something the triumphant gamer. I'm so proud of you..!!
Uughhh... Ivy tossed the gamepad aside and leaned back in her creaking chair. Terrible boss and terrible raid, but at least the reward was good enough. Whew... Finally. Imma go to bed now... She pushed her table to get off her chair, when a firm soft hand stopped her.
But you're not done with your snacks yet! Tubby mother pushed her back in the chair, another plate of pizza sliding closer. The cart was mostly finished, dirty dishes stacked high, most of it packed tight into the round boulder of a stomach. The mother helped her daughter to it as well: soft gut filled with 'snacks', thankfully the two shared the tastes.
Mom, c'mon... Ivy knew where this was going, and tried to argue her way out as usual, aware this was going nowhere. There was that sparkle in her eyes that told her she was being serious.
Young lady. She stomped closer, face to face, upset with her only offspring not cooperating on something as important as food. The tone of her voice changed to the one Ivy dreaded the most. It was the equivalent of forcibly shoving food down her throat, with the benefit of not having to do it herself - Ivy knew better than to upset her even further. Eat your fill. We do NOT waste food in this house. She was mad, and not hiding her displeasure and frustration that was part sexual in nature anymore. Plus, what do you mean you're going to bed? Didn't you promise me you'd do it once you're done with your video game? It looks to me that you are done-
Okay, okay, just shut up already. Jeez, and I thought I was the horny one. Kinda cringe for someone your age to act like you're in heat, no?~
She giggled, pulling her mom closer to her. Their tummies smushed together, churning and glorping as they made out, half-lit by the many screens in Ivy's private 'cave'.
Oh, Ivy- Mom exhaled. Her hands squeezed and probed the soft body under the black t-shirt. She pulled it up, revealing the target of her lust, naked, fully fatty breasts unburdened with bra. ...you're grounded.
Huh?.. What for?.. Ivy mewled in between kisses. She did not care anymore. Her entire being melted and merged with the plump woman that brought her to this world.
I'm afraid you're too cute and hot to share with the rest of the world~
// a little disjointed and rambly but THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT JESUS
So bellowed the 1200lb girlblob, lumbering forth with elephantine hips and thighs with rolls thick enough that they could be confused for stacks of car tires as she entered her beloved boyfriend's room without wearing much of anything at all. Though she was built like a car with an ass that stuck out behind her like a pick-up truck and a flabby, droopy belly that bounced against her thighs, her breasts were barely bigger than grapefruits, outsized by her hamhock arms and hulking face with three large chins and jowls that wobbled with her whining.
"I'm so sorryyyyyyyyy!"
"We ran out of butter again, and I-I couldn't help myself because I was hungry, and I ended up clearing out the fridge by accident, s-so we have to go shopping again and I know you were looking forward to our date on Sunday but you know my cravings get so bad..."
Yomi sniffled, twiddling her tubby thumbs over the upper swell of her gut, looking close to bursting in two senses—both into tears, and in general with how pink the pinkette's tummy was looking.
"S-So maybe can we go get some groceries...? Please...?"
...Something seems off about this whole thing. Must be the wind.
Melly looked up from his phone to address the sight of his troubled girlfriend waddlestomping into his room. He currently laid on his ginormous belly that was nearly as wide as his queen-sized mattress, looking like a pampered princess himself the way he idly kicked his flabby footsies in the air. He wasn't much more clothed than Yomi, wearing nothing but boxers and a bra. Yomi insisted he start putting on bras to keep his massive moobs in check and because "You'll look cute in them, I swear!" He did have to admit how comfortable the support was, even if the strap got lost in his back rolls more often than not. But even with the bra's help, his oversized titties still hung over the edge of the bed like a cow primed for milking. In Melly's position, the sight of his shapeless ass was unavoidable no matter what perspective you looked at him from, and just the sight of those twin mountains that struggled to be contained by his underwear did soothe Yomi somewhat. Beyond the layered chins accentuating his fat face and his cherubic cheeks that jiggled with each breath was an expression of love and care.
"Aww, come here Yomi... There's no need to apologize. You're a hungry girl, I get it."
Melly heaved all 1100lbs of himself off the bed and waddled towards his total meatball of a girlfriend to calm her down. It was endearing how she got worked up over the smallest things; especially at times like these, where her worry stemmed from concern about her own tubby hubby. How adorable. Luckily, he knew just how to pacify her and bring her back to the cheerful lardpile he knew and loved. Melly would bring her into a tight, squishy hug shared between two blobs, patting her head and consequently rubbing a bingo wing against her pudgy forehead in the process.
"Come on, there's still time in the day. If we leave for the store now, we'll be right on track for our date. We can even make this a date on its own, y'know? I can hold your hand while I take you through the ice cream aisle. I know you much you love looking at all the different flavors, my little ice cream diva~ I'll even buy you some extra butter, okay?"
Yomi was already pulling Melly out the door, her eagerness at the prospect of extra butter causing her overlook the fact that all she had on was a pair of panties that wasn't even fully pulled up her meaty legs. While she could pass for an obese boy, they were going to a grocery store, not a beach. And Melly wasn't taking any chances.
"W-Wait, let's get dressed first. As much as I'd like to show you off, I don't need us getting in any more trouble than that last time... I know you were starving, but we really should've sobered up somewhat before going out to eat..."
Now he's thinking about Yomi waddling around town naked, the pale orb of a girl casually showing off everything from her rippling ass to her multitude of backfat rolls to every single passerby... Hufffff...
A 100 pound Yomi going to an arcade with Ini and they accidentally play the cursed DDR machine that makes you gain weight...
Yomi makes a small mistake and starts losing her rhythm from the sudden increase in mass, cascading into more and more missed notes.
Meanwhile, Ini doesn't miss a single note, finishing the chart flawlessly. He doesn't even realize anything's off until he looks to his side to see a pink blob where Yomi used to be, trying and failing to even stand up, much less play another round...
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