For the record I'm looking to branch out away from just fat stuff and do....more of whatever.
I've always tended to write one of two ways
A) I write whatever comes to mind because I enjoy the idea of trying to describe it. The creative process of putting that vision on paper, even if it's not necessarily my thing.
B) Something I know for a fact you fuckers (sometimes even specific folks) like.
I've got a story right now about Shaundi doing size stealing stuff with giantess siting and squashing and stomping things for example. I want to do more TF stuff, and I'm trying to get into doing more furry stuff.
Bad news gang. The Judy/V cyberpunk feedism story is at a haitus as I realize how many things are made from milk and there is like NO milk in the universe of Cyberpunk and I'm not about to re-write that entire Yogurt bit.
Catalyst biting her lip as you (5 inches tall) do squats while lifting her tree trunk sized dick. Her hog getting heavier and firmer as it turns her on.
Your body struggling under the engorged weight. Until you collapse, flattened under Witch cock, stiffening and smothering you.
Cat gives off a soft giggle. Scooping up her cock, she wraps her fingers round it pinning you to the under side of her shaft as she starts to stroke it. Your entire squirming, resisting body ground into the soft, warm, sweaty flesh of her hog.
She lets in a deep breath, and closes her eyes. Groaning.
Then speeds up. You feel so good against her witchy cock. She needs to bust now. Needs to feel the last bits dribble down her cock over her fingers and running through them, covering your body.
"You know...maybe...we...should keep you like this, hmm? Cost less to feed you. I can carry you around in my bra. Put you in my pocket when I dont need you."
You let out a squeak. Half muffled by fleshy girl musk, half too tiny to be heard as anything but a high pitched, soft noise.
"Shut up a sec..." Catalyst grunted, "I'm about to fucking cum."
That's fair and can't wait to see those stories but i figured I'd mention it. But hey, a tiny fattened to be a cushion, a tiny being able to be rolled around like a ball with heels, and of course a tiny sooo fat that regular panties fit perfectly~
Idk.
No shade. But doesn't seem my cup of tea. Sorry.
You know what I'm surprised you've never done? Shrinkage and weight gain. And by that i mean a tiny like 6 inch person being fattened untill they're like basketball sized
Could be fun. I like tiny stuff.
I could see it. Do it. But idk. I like puny shrunk folks in boobs. In panties. Getting sat on. Stepped on in boots.
Like a fat Fairy might be good. Once tried to do Dolly Thrice from BG3 but I got bored it was too much effort and the ADHD kicked in.
Read a long time ago a story about a shrunk person being sealed into a candy, with the stick up their bum and sucked on. Been wanting to do something like that for a minute too.
Idk. Too busy rn with Harley's girl henchwoman who eats all her leftovers so she doesn't get fat in Arkham City, and Judy and V doing a BD rec where V cleans out Judy's fridge.
[Juliet Starling x Reader]
Contains: Brainwashing. Hypnosis. Bimbosis. Forced Feminization.
You strain against your arm binders wiggling on your knees. Tossing your head about trying to avoid it: its no use.
Juliet, eyes shining, approaches you with the VR headset she'd bought you with her onlyfans money.
"Don't worry. It'll be fun~"
"No...n-no..."
"C'mon I've been working on this AAAALLL week."
"No!" You choke.
"Just try it. You'll like it. Look at you. You're so cute already. So pretty already."
The straps of the headset stretch over the back of your skull, the goggles atop your head like a crown.
"No..." you mewl, but she slips the red rubber ball into your mouth, and with a ratchet of tape, she seals it in. And you protest no more.
Your cock feels amazing in her pretty pink thong. Her bra stuffed with two huge water filled breast molds that sloshed unrealistically beneath the San Romero College cheer top, you're pitching a tent in her skirt.
Bound to the chair, Juliet had started with her makeup. Then your cosplay wig. Fashioning it into cute little pig tails just like hers. Then she'd dressed you up in her 'Knights' cheer uniform.
You struggle your water balloon bust wobbling visibly.
You weren't a girl. You didn't want to be a girl. You weren't a girl. You liked girls. You didn't...you couldn't...you wouldn't...
"Silly dumbo," Juliet giggles, grabbing your neck, and forcing her vr headset down over your skull. "You can't be cheer captain and part of the chess club. Only girls can be cheer captains!"
Your vision, your world everywhere you looked as far as the eye could see was just a massive screen a mile wide and 100 feet tall, swirling pink, bouncy pop music, pumped into your brain.
And all you could see, wherever you turned your head: was Juliet. Filling your vision. Inescapable. It switched between various clips, angles, close ups she'd recorded just for you.
Lucky you, huh?
Juliet's chest, squeezed between her arms and plumping up out of her uniform. Bouncing. Her big heavy tits bouncing. Mesmerizing. Flashes of a word. You don't catch it. Bc you're staring at her skirt pulled up over her ass, she's shaking her ass, in her cute panties. You're getting harder, you feel your fight leaving you, replaced with the urge to fucking goon your brains out.
"Dont. Think. Just. Pink." Juliet's voice whispers, the whisper deafening in vr. Pulsing. Rythmic. Repeating. Every few seconds.
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink." Timed to the music. "Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
Another word flashes on the screen, you don't catch because Juliet giggles and your eyes are drawn to her tugging her bra straps up over and over, making her big boobies bounce in her cups.
Your arms strain, you whine, you can't jerk off. You sit shaking, aching, your tent in her skirt throbbing as Juliet struts by.
Her hips swaying fill your vision, her skirt and hips swishing back and forth against that never ending backdrop of swirling magenta and pink tunnel.
Slowly the fight goes out of you. Slowly your cock just pulses. You're so fucking bricked up. You can't look away. You LITERALLY can't look away. Everywhere you turn the screen follows your head, tracking you. Swinging the screen back in front of you. That swirling tunnel, your girlfriend's body. Bouncing. Walking. Strutting. Dancing. Teasing. Close ups on her plumpest curves.
Her ass. Her tits, sucking on a lolipop, her ass, her tits.
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
She gives a little wiggle of her bum, the swirling tunnel around her ass drawing you in, as if pulling you closer, closer, toward her, deeper down, you feel as if you're falling, gently, like the chair is slowly leaning back, but never falls.
Your cock aches, pre dribbling through her soft panties.
"You're gonna make such a cute girl~" Juliet beams, grabbing one of your water balloon boobies, and givng your "tits" a vigorous shake. "Gah. You look so cute in my old cheer uniform!~"
You can't hear her. You're so fucking horny. She's shaking her ass. Teasing you in her skirt. Her fat tits bouncing around.
The poppy music. The repeated mantra.
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
Ass
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
Tits
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
Ass
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
Tits
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
You don't even notice when you blast your first load all over the inside of her skirt. You're pulled down, deeper, deeper, and all you can think about is...
Pink? Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink.
You're no longer fighting it now. You're hard again. You oogle her tits freely. You know there's something. Some phrase. Some Message. Hidden in the flashes between fat college tits and her perky strutting booty. But you're too relaxed and bricked up again to care.
At her computer, Juliet adds a few extra words like "Cumdump" and "" to the rotation.
"Awe, you've blown your load five times now!" Juliet pet your head. You didn't even move too zooted out in the endless pink tunnel of pop music and girlfriend flesh to do anything but whine as she pets you. "I'm just going to leave you here for the night..." Juliet mutters. You can't hear her the real world is completely gone in VR. You don't even respond to her tucking a pillow behind your head and throwing a soft, comfy blanket over you.
She turns out the lights, and locks the door, leaving you alone in your swirling pink tunnel of gooning and subliminal suggestion.
You pathetically blow another load, and feel a little more awareness leave you. By the time you fall asleep, you're seeing Juliet's bouncing body in your dreams. The song pumping into your brain as you sleep
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
"Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
"Good boys wear skirts. Good boys Suck dick. Good Boys. Take Dick. Good boys, Make better Girls."
Somewhere deep in your slumber, you notice this new refrain. And something stirs, a sleeping bit of resistance.
But even in your dreams you see Juliet wagging her wagon at you, distracting you. She's mounting you, humping your stomach, never penetrating, always teasing, she smiles down at you as her tits slosh softly in her purple bra hands on your chest as she humps you. Never giving you the satisfaction of her warm, wet pussy.
You blow your load again, it drips down your computer chair and into the growing puddle on your dorm room floor.
By the time you wake, you've been in the swirling vortex of cum and dance music for 14 hours and the second you open your eyes, Juliet's curvy body is there again, your head sweating in the vr headset. All sound in the room silenced but for the repeating, hypnotizing chant. Your girlfriend's bouncing body distracting you from the words quietly blinking into your subconcious.
You hump the air, instinctively. Thrusting your dripping cock, stuck to her panties with half dried cum. You try to moan but your gag silences you. Your arms still bound behind the chair. Everwhere you look big jiggling cheerleader tits, and her shaking ass taunt you.
A heavy fog has settled into your mind, and you just welcome it. The suckling pink tunnel of cotton candy, and pop music, the room stinks of cum. For a fleeting moment you wanted it on your tongue...
You stir, your back aching from the night spent in the chair.
Unbeknownst to you, Juliet had returned early in the morning, and was tidying up your room.
Your band shirts and boy clothes being stuffed into a garbage bag, replaced with cute outfits, and powder pink tops with cute uwu bears, and short short skirts. Your ratty tennis shoes, and designer sneakers chucked into the bag too, replaced with fuzzy bunny slippers, and six inch platform heels. Your grey, plaid and black boxers were tossed into the bag as well, leaving behind nothing but cotton panties and soft silky thongs in their place.
Your smelly greying gym socks replaced with powder pink lowcuts, and little stockings of pink and white with little cat ears at the top.
None of your tops would cover your entire torso. Your new ones all cropped halfway down, or exposing your shoulders or back.
Finally, Juliet grabbed your headset, pulling it off.
You didn't move, you didn't blink, you just sat there, half falling out of the chair, your arms numb from being bound to the chair so long.
Even as she grabbed your face, and turned you to look at her, smiling warmly, all you could see a phantom, just in front of her, like burn in on a tv: A swirling pink myst, and Juliet shaking her tits, her ass, letting her panties slip as she does jumping jacks. The same short clips over and over.
"Morning sleepy head~" Juliet whispered she unbuckled your arm restraintes, and freed your legs. Picking you up, she let you lean on her, as she guide you to the shower.
Your old, waterballoon tits hit the floor and burst as she peeled her San Romero Knights cheer top off of you. Unhooking her sweaty old bra (her boobs were too big for this one now, so they'd be great for you...) You could still hear the music, the mantra "Don't. Think. Just. Pink."
You mindlessly let your girlfriend slowly peel off her cum soaked panties, your legs were glazed in the shit. Then came her old skirt, sweaty and stained with semen from your endless orgasms.
Your stacked girlfriend helped you into the shower, and began to scrub and shampoo and condition your hair. You'd always had longer hair for a boy, down to your neck in fact. And Juliet was applying the fruitiest smelling soaps and conditioner she could. Shaving down your privates and legs, till you were soft, and smooth, and refreshed.
Stumbling out of the shower, you barely noticed, Juliet towling you off, the vision of her plump tits bouncing around in your head, transposed like TV burn in over the top of your girlfriend's fat ass and big jugs wobbling around buck naked as she helped her new little zombie get ready.
She took two scrunchies from her travel purse, tugging your short (compared to her) hair and parting it down the middle and leaving two little locks on either side of your face to frame it, your forehead exposed, she took the fluffy hair ties, and bunched the back of your hair up into two short little pig tails that tapered off like docked horse tails at the end.
It wasn't much in the way of bimbo pig tails, but it was a start.
"You're looking girlier already~" Juliet teased, kissing her way down your neck, her fat breasts pressing against you, teasing you even as the image of her shaking her ass and flashing you her panties still throbbed in your minds eye, adding another layer of aching brain melting horny fog onto you. After kissing her way down your stomach, she mashed her tits around your hard cock.
You were always hard now, and the warm, wet, slippery boobs were soft and felt really nice on your twitching rod. After a moment of jacking you off with her tits, she let them flop, staring up at your zombified face as she began to suck your fat little dick off.
You barely noticed, you were so used to getting hard, and blasting cum now, you just felt perpetually achingly horny, with bursts of feeling good, you whined down at her, watching her pink lips slurp. Her fat tits wobbly as they hung. Juliet sucking down your load and giving a soft giggle as she wiped her mouth with one delicate finger. Sucking it clean too.
"Good girl. You're such a good cum factory!" Juliet teased, gently squeezing your balls and bouncing them (and consequently) your stupid eager cock still throbbing in her hands.
You felt dumb. Dumber than you'd ever felt. No longer questioning it, as Juliet rose, and walked around behind you, leaning over your back, her boobs pressed against you as she began to do your makeup in the mirror.
Then, let you stand like a doll staring at her ass as it shook gently while she bent over the bathroom counter and did her own makeup, her own hair.
2 hours later and you were still staring at her ass, her cute peach hidden in the shadows of her ass and thighs. Still hard. Still not thinking. Still seeing the endless loop of teasing bouncing, shaking videos superimposed on your girlfriend's naked hot ass as you stood there, rock hard with your cute new hair and your cute new makeup.
Juliet then pulled a box out from under your couch. "I ordered them overnight shipping." She said with a mischevious wink. "They come with a roll on adhesive, and they slap right on your chest for hours! People will think they're the real thing! Stay real still now, mommy has to put on one cute boobie per side!"
You sat there dumbfounded as Juliet applied your falsies. To be honest, unless someone got a good look at the nipples, no one would even know. She pushed them together, just to watch them mash up into cleavage. "I got you some double D's. But I'm sure with some training a pair of nice fat F's would look so cute on you!"
Juliet kissed you, and you lost all thought. Just smiled. Grateful to be near her.
"I gotta get to class," Juliet said, and you snapped out of it. Realizing you were sitting naked, with your hands in your lap, as she picked up her purse, fully dressed in a short white skirt, and green camisole, a little white off the shoulder sweater pulled over the top of it. "But your clothes are all there, I want you to put on something extra slutty today, I'm sure you'll find something I like. You have such great fashion sense. And try not to cum again, we just got you all cleaned up."
Juliet kissed you and you felt another burst rising in you, you whine, shift and breath hard, trying not to cum all over her as she's bent over you.
"Oh! Almost forgot! Your new smart glasses came in!"
Juliet lifted a pair of white raybands with pink trim and pushed them into your hands.
Stupidly, you accepted this gift and unfolded them, slipping them on your face without thinking.
"Pffftt. You look like a horny little nerd girl~" Juliet laughed, and slapped your shoulder gently.
With that, she strode out the door, you couldn't help watching her ass leave as you'd been trained.
Then you were left alone. Naked but for the glasses, her old bra, and two fresh tits to fill it out.
You got to your feet, walking over to your closet, you fished around and found leggings, skin tight jeans, little booty shorts: powder pink with white trim. A short, blue, pleated skirt.
You took the skirt, stepped into it, as it slid up your freshly shaved thighs, you felt: normal. Better even. You felt: hot?
Then took a white crop top off a hanger, and pulled it down over your chest. It was simply too small, the cute little cartoon bear head on the front, with his tongue out stretched into a comical oval across your jugs. You didn't even notice, but no matter what top you picked, your bra would be visible, either through color, thinness of fabric, or your exposed shoulders or back.
Rooting around your drawer, you found a gaggle of garrish panties. Soft, but strong. Pushing your testicles up to your pelvis, you grabbed your cock and tucked it back, slipping your panties up your thighs and letting them gently, but sturdily cling to your bum. There was still a bit of bulge but it was minimized. You caught a glimpse of your ass in the mirror, and blushed. You quickly smoothed your skirt down: it did not help. You could just barely make out the bottom of your panty clad cheeks.
Stumbling over to the front door, you found two, crystal clear stilettos the cheap plastic inlain with glitter. Staring at them dumbfounded, you found yourself bending over to slip them on.
Bonk.
You bounced off the wall.
bonk
You bounced again.
Frowning, you tried to work your feet under the straps and slowly twisted them in.
Your legs squeezed together, trying to keep from falling over. Your rump stuck out proud and pert, the arch in your back jutting out your fake jiggling tits.
Opening the door, you walked out into the hall.
Everyone was staring at you. The unnatural alure of your big sloshing bust. Your panty clad butt rocking ever so much under the unbearably short skirt.
One foot in front of the other, heel to toe, where had you learned to walk like that? The thought crept into your mind, but thinking suddenly felt really hard and uncomfortable, so you just gave up and let your booty rock side to side for your class mates.
Every step your chest jiggled. People stared, and you smiled politely back. Boys covered their laps with their books, and girls side eyed you, or cheered and clapped looking you from head to toe.
It felt nice. All the attention. People really seemed to like you! You had so many friends! And they were all so affectionate!
Slapping your bum as you passed, strange guys kept putting their arms around you and asking for a hug! Everytime someone told a joke, you let out a huge stupid giggle.
How had you ever been so stressed about college?
The glasses flickered, and you stopped suddenly. The 300lb freshmen behind you bumped into your rump and you vaguely registered his hard bulge glancing off your ass. His mumbled apology.
Awe, he was so sweet!
You could swear you could still make out Juliet's cute tits, and round bouncing bum teasing you. You could still hear her voice echoing in your head.
She was right. Don't think. Just Pink!
Pink felt so bouncy. Pink felt so fun. Pink made you want to suck dick and swallow cum.
You flinched. Somewhere deep, deep inside your brain stirred. Was something wrong? Oh it hurt. It hurt so bad and made you so sad to think. You needed to let more people look at your cute ass. That'd make you feel better!
You bent over, and pretended to adjust your shoe lace, flashing your bulge and cute rump to everyone in the hall behind you.
Gah. Your girlfriend was sooo hot! She was like just the best! You should totally go to her home room and thank her RIGHT NOW by sucking on her cute titties! Gah! You could still see them bouncing in her cheer top! They were so big and sexy!
You blushed hard, growing a little hard as you remembered how soft and nice Juliet's boobies were. You let out a little whine.
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Juliet blew a pink bubble in her gum as she added a few new commands to your program: Love Dick. Eat Ass. Juliet 4 Ever. Trust Juliet. And made sure the endless loop would play on your "smart" glasses. The opacity reduced to almost nothing. The bone conducting sound, playing music through your head while allowing you to move about and hear normally.
She popped her bubble as she got a text from you. Raising her eyebrow she opened her messager to find you, sweater up to your teeth where you held it, your little cute paws grabbing your new boobies for her.
Juliet nearly fell on the spot. Shit you were taking to being a bimbo cheer girl so fucking well! Breathing hard, she hastily typed back: "Such a good girl Good little slut. Can you flash your panties for your first class teacher? Make sure ONLY he sees it."
Her response didn't come right away, but when it did, it was a video of you, red faced and panting, whining, staring into space, "I'm...s-sorry....Juju...just thinking, about...your titties...they're...so...SOOOOOOFFFT"
You beat yourself to completion in the bathroom the video ending as a spurt of cum flew through the air. Juliet red faced and grinning covered her phone quickly and tried to muffle it against her chest as you let out a loud moan.
Juliet bit her lip. If you were this easy to break, she might program you to be a proper cheer captain slut after all. Ducking into an abandoned class room. She rewarded her new bimbo with a picture of her twat.
[Karlach x Girl Reader]
Contains: Karlach. Trans Fem Reader. Big stuffed belly. Vore. Gender affirming post vore wg (? is a thing?).
"Awe...you want to take me to dinner but you're broke?" Karlach pouts, stooping so low you can see right down her shirt. She pats your head nearly knocking you to the floor. "Don't worry about it. It'll be my treat."
---8 hrs later----
A gurgling orb smothers the table. Sweltering heat has you swamp assed, and sticky in your girl balls. Your poor little T-girl a cups are matted to your shirt as the huge heaving, groaning bubbling orb of red belly weighs the table down.
The 50's themed diner is littered with empty shake glasses, licked clean of froth and cream. Plates stacked fifteen high on either side of you on you in the booth. Plates smashed against the window or pushed onto the floor to be swept up by the confused looking hostess as the seemingly never ending cherry colored BALLOON of food kept swelling, growing, minute after minute hour after hour with each fucking bite.
It was a carnage of glass, porcelain and ceramic.
Karlach dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, the paper bursting into flames and disintegrating into smoke before it even hit the floor.
Karlach's side of the booth had half had already cracked under her weight. The table, supported by one single iron arm was whining under her massive tum. Karlach leaned so far back she had to paw around her planetoid middle to grab another plate, and had to rest it on her little (pfft E cups, but little to her) cleavage to shovel more bacon burgurs into her mouth.
Plates. Dishes. Cups. Grease. And hot, hot radiating melting heat filled the diner as Karlach's big firey belly worked on it's massive feast.
Tipping the latest plate she shoveled a mass of french fries, grease, and ketchup into her seemingly bottomless maw.
She couldn't even see you over tits and a gut that filled her entire vision when she tried to put her chin down.
"You…alright…HUUAOOORRP over there little thing?"
You let out a squeak, your little girl cock had come untucked and was tenting hard against your cute leggings.
"Can't really hear you…over this big burbling belly…" Karlach pouted. "why don't you give it a nice pat and let Mama K know you're there little mouse."
Your nose burst a vessel and a trickle of red ran down your face. You stared at the divot shaped belly button threatening to become an outie, the huge orb swelling and contracting with each labored breath of the over stuffed Tiefling.
Shakily you reached out your little hands, tugging your hoodie sleeves back so they didn't catch fire, breathing hard, gock straining in your pants: you gave her big belly a little rub.
"Ooooh…I said a pat. But that….nfff…that felt nice~"
Apologetically you gave her an affirming pat. It drummed audibly through her stuffed flesh and you went pink in the face.
"Well, bout time we get out of here…." Karlach groaned, struggling to shift her sculpted, bubble butt and beefy thighs out of the booth with a 3 ton belly hanging off her. the massive tomato gut bulldozed anything left on the table between it, and the edge of the table. But after a few tries, she managed to turn and the huge round gut slopped into her lap, and slapped against the floor. Karlach had to admit, it was round, and soft, and kinda kinky to be this big.
And you hadn't run screaming after she ordered 5ths.
Panting and wheezing, the barbarian let out a watery gurgle of a belch, and spotted something on your face. Reaching over She grinned "Messy little pig." She laughed and swiped a bit of ketchup and lettuce of your stunned cheek. She put it in her mouth and made an "mmm~" just to tease you. "I think it tastes better coming off of you. Lets get out of here so I can like that cute pretty face and find out."
Mama K began to heave, the table cracked and groaned as she rocked forward and backward trying to get to her feet.
Hastily you got up and hurried over to her side, reaching out your arms as if to help her up.
Karlach stopped rocking and let out a hearty bursting laugh: "Oh you're precious mate. Look at me." She flexed her massive biceps, and gestured to all the round glorious fat tum. "And…and…" She giggle-snorted struggling to point at you and eventually gave up as the finger returned to cover her grinning laughing face. "..and look-it you…" she squeaked trying to squelch the laugh. Gasping for air, eyes twinkling she said "No offense mate. Those little noodles aren't gonna help."
With a scrunched face and a groan of effort, the woman finally pushed herself out of the booth and rose to her full 6' 7" height with a satisfied little roar. She rest a hand on her big belly.
You stared up at the gigantic cliff of churning loud tum. It cast a fucking shadow over you and nearly squashed you against the countertop bar behind you.
A little waiter in a paper hat and stripey red and white apron shakily handed her a receipt as long as she was tall. Karlach frowned. rose to her full height, and arched her back.
This relieved a bit of the weight she'd had shrimping with a full gut. But it also jut that fat gut out the 6ft orb plowing into you and squashing you against the counter where you were smothered, your face immediately feeling the weight and the heat of a hot summer's day threatening to roast you alive if you didn't move.
Your little gock pulsed, as you instinctively tried to push her off you.
Karlach registered smooshing you against the counter. A smirk twitched at her lip as she felt you pounding on her tum and struggling for air. Something was poking her in the gut too: she wasn't sure what that was about. But she didn't dwell on it as she began to scroll through the long receipt paper looking increasingly concerned, frustrated, then finally bored.
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"Yeah…uh…mate…" Karlach said glancing at the kid in his diner uniform: "I'm not paying for this." She crumpled the paper up into a huge ball, and tossed it. It was a smoldering ruin by the time it hit the ground. And the man had no sooner began to scream and protest at the treatment of his establishment and the staff, than Karlach had already pulled her belly off you. The thing was impossible to reach around, so she had to sort of turn to the side and dip at the hip to grab him by the scruff of his shirt.
The man's yelling immediately turned from outrage to panic, to loud shrieking screams.
The shadow of a big belly teilfing tipping her head back, opening her jaws and the store owner pleading as Karlach slurped him down bit by bit like spaghetti, before finally pushing a finger onto his hands and poking them into her mouth.
Mamma K was grinning ear to ear as she swallowed him up, rubbing the side of her belly affectionately as she finished her dessert.
"Buhoorrrp. Awe, get stuffed mate~" Karlach teased, shaking as much of her fat massive gut as she could. Then it hit her, the gluttonous haze broke and a look of pure guilt fell over her as she slowly turned to look down at you by her hip.
Shakily, unable to speak through this goddess of gluttony's binge, you reached out, and rubbed the new swell of belly where the poor manager had slid into a churning muck of burgers and ice cream stew.
Karlach relaxed. "Oh thank fuck you were into that. Thought I was gonna have to eat you too!" She tussled your hair. "Nothin against him…" Karlach said nodding to her gut without taking her eyes off you. "But I just love to get stuffed, makes me real horny and I sure as fuck wasn't going to pay for that. I don't have any money from this world."
A clatter of shoes and the pair of you remembered: The waitress. She was making a break for it.
Karlach caught her as she ran by in one mighty paw.
"Awe c'mon love, don't do that. Its not your store. he was just your boss." Karlach sighed, feeling a bit bad as the terrified woman pleaded silently with her face.
On the other hand, her pussy was firing up at the thought of what a pig she'd be if she managed to cram TWO people into her big gut along with 3 tonnes of burgers, fries, and milkshakes and pies.
BIting her lip, she looked apologetic. "Sorry hon. Nothing personal."
Sharp teeth and wide jaws opened Karlach guiding the woman's face into her mouth, until it squished against her tongue. Karlach's eyes rolled back she shouldn't she was better than this but it was just too hot to think about, and really she didn't want her cute new date to get in trouble.
A light bulb went on in Karlach's head. Glancing back down at you, watching your heavy breathing she grinned. Pulling the woman away the poor hostess let out a sob of relief.
"Open up." Karlach commanded.
"W-What?"
"C'mon it'll be fun open up. I promised I'd treat you, and then I ate all your food. C'mon open up."
Karlach held the woman over your head her shoes kicked and one fell off hittin you in the shoulder before it clattered to the floor. Her toes wriggling in sweaty white socks.
"I C-Can't." You mumbled. "Not like you."
"Awe c'mon she's only like 5 foot five you got a few inches on her. You can totally do it."
"No I mean…I can't…" You tuck your hair behind your ear sucking your lip looking embarassed. "I've never…"
"Open up. I'll do all the work." Karlach promised.
"Please….don't…."
Karlach rolled her eyes, and took a wad of napikins and stuffed them into the waitress's mouth. "Open up."
Grinning nervously, you swallowed hard, then tilt your head back, stuck your hands out at your sides as if bracing. Feeling stupid you open your mouth and stick out your tongue letting it hang over your bottom lip. You must look so fucking stupid right now.
"Awe look at you. You look so fucking cute. You're gonna look even cuter in a minute.~" Karlach cooed.
Then lowered the woman until her feet were in your mouth: and shoved.
You didn't even gag, your jaw popped a little, but it didn't hurt, your lips and throat stretched as her feet, shins, calves and knees suddenly were forced into your throat. You blushed as her bum sat in your face for a minute. Before Karlach brute forced that into your mouth too, you drooled over her soft, plump cheeks wishing the woman wasn't wearing sweaty jeans, but the grease from the fryers gave it a distinct flavor.
Karlach pushed even harder , palming the girl's head like a basketball, and cramming it down your throat. You could feel her legs and knees curl up, and kick and thrash in your stomach. Her bum sitting on the bottom back of your stomach as it stretched to accomodate this new, juicy bit of dinner.
You were so fucking hard, you barely had half this bitch down, and you were groping her through your stomach, whining and panting, ad jzzing weakly through your stretched leggings.
Karlach grabbed the back of your head, and JAMMED the woman's sobbing face down your throat, and began to wrangle her arms.
You swallowed instinctively, her face bulging out of your throat.
"There you go, that's it…."
You slurped up her hair, and gulped: pulling down her arms
Karlach grunted her big belly jiggling as she pushed and pushed and pushed with effort forcing the rest of the waitress down your throat, until you finally were gagging on her red hot forearm, her biscept halfway into your mouth as she made sure your meal made its way to your now bloated, ballooning belly.
She ripped her arm free with a slobbering pop and you watched your own drool splater gently against the diner floor and tumbled back again, nearly collapsing against the counter.
"There you go!" Karlach palmed your belly and gave it a little rub. "See? I knew you could do it, cute little pred like you. And look how massive you look!" She plucked at your baggy sweatshirt and your heart fluttered.
You tug on it, trying to stretch it down over the dome of limbs and squirming that were turning you on. Hiding the poor, doomed minimum wage meat from view.
"How do you feel?" Karlach asked.
"A lil bad for her...and a little naughty."
"Bah. We'll talk to withers. He'll bring em back."
"W-Withers?" You ask curiously.
"Oh. Right." Karlach suddenly looked a little guilty. Then shrugged. "Well. Just think how phat they're gonna make yer bum." She bent backward at the knees fearing if she leaned forward she'd fall on her big tummy and never get up, and pinched your bottom.
"C'mon. Gotta find somewhere to sleep this feast off in peace. Pwhoar he's really kicking now. Guess he doesn't like being lunch." Karlach grunted, waddling slowly toward the front door.
You strained, leaning over and trying to carry your own big meal. Glad your sweatshirt would hide your embarassing shame.
"K-karlach?" You whimper, as the woman bashes her gut over and over again against the front windows and the metal door frame, each push splintering more glass and bowing the frame a little harder. "Do you often um....e-eat someone?"
"Nah. Never. I only eat..." with a tremendous heave, her big blimp gut bursts through the front door, shattering the frame and half the wall in a mangled bowed out twist of metal and glass. "...food." Panting, she gave you a wink.
You noticed your belly getting rounder, sloshier, it was starting. Soon she'd just bet fattening your tits, and blowing up your ass. Biting your lip, you envisioned your new milfy curves as the pair of you waddled back to your place.
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Your meal was just slush now. You'd already forgotten about her. Karlach meanwhile, was just getting started. That huge shuddering globe of red churned and roiled and the poor barbarian was beginning to regret her life decisions, even if it made her wetter than ever. Steam rising off her pussy as her infernal engine sizzled her own juices.
A woman of high pain tolerance and incredibly gluttony, she was absolutely tickled about it all. Buck naked and spread across your tiny queen sized bed, her legs hanging off the ends, one arm over her eyes as she shivered, sighed, and occasionally moaned, rubbing her big greedy belly.
For your part, your little pot belly sloshed and wobbled underneath you, still working on your meal. Your bra already felt a little tighter, and you swore you heard some threads popping against your butt when you bent over.
You wore high grade, melt resistant oven mitts, and were busy grinding and pushing and kneeding Karlach's massive bed filling, ceiling touching tum.
The tiefling's swirling tail went stiff, and she let out a particularly trumpeting burst of fart as you pushed deep into her belly.
"S-Sorry Mate. I might have- " she let out a massive belch as you crawled around, belly dragging on the bed, and began squeezing and pawing at her other side. "- overdone it. Fuck I'm such a pig~" She grinned.
Reaching over lazily, one arm still covering her face, she grabbed a fistful of chocolate buttons, and dumped a rattling soft handful in her mouth, then another. Grinning ear to ear as even with 9 grand in burgers and a poor kitchy diner owner in her belly the woman didn't seem intent to stop eating herself into immobility.
"Bhuaaaawwarrrrrp.~" Karlach grinned chomping up the candy. "You're really good at this." Her tail whipped out, wrapping around your waist, squeezing your belly as she dragged you right against her own planetoid gut. Instinctively you hugged it, to keep from getting smothered, and ended up squeezing another "BOAARRRP" out of the bloated barbarian. Her hand singed your hair as she pet the back of your head lovingly then rest just beneath her boobs where she pat her tum with both palms.
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You were blushing hard everyone was staring at you. At her.
Karlach's tits refused to be contained, by the hot topic shirt you'd bought her. What would be an XXL on anyone else was hardly a crop top on her, with fat red soft mellons bouncing and jiggling out from underneath.
Her rock hard abs, were coated with a thick layer of fat, giving her the appearance of a champion weight lifter. Her Denim jeans, specifically designed for big and bootiful women, strained to hug her juicy fattened up rump and plump wobbling thighs as she eyed up every shop in the mall.
"I wonder what all 31 flavors at that Basket Robins tastes like. I wonder what basket robbins girls taste like...." Karlach mused, monching on her pretzel with 15 more tucked under her arm, next to a plump red teat in a dark band shirt 2x the size of your head.
"K-Karlach you c-can't just eat the mall." You laugh nervously. Noticing a pair of girls slide their sunglasses down to watch your cute new, well fed bubble butt jiggle and bounce in your overstretched purple leggings. Your thong was visible, but you had no choice: none of your clothes fit anymore, and they were stretched so thin to contain your cute new ass fat it was inevitable. Clinging to your booty like a second skin and rippling and wobbling with every step.
Feeling your fat cake jiggle with every stride filling you with unparalleled confidence and joy.
Looking down, your baggy sweatshirt held just the hint of the new bimbo tits the waitress had been turned into too. You absent mindedly grab and squeeze your sinfully soft, squishy new boob, and notice a guy in a shoe store staring open mouthed with a tent in his pants.
You try and fail to surpress a grin. Hurrying to keep up with your towering new bae.
Karlach frowned. "I could probably eat the whole mall." She said, chomping down another pretzel. You watched her tip another sauce cup to her lips as if ready to do a shot.
"Th-those are for dip-" She knocked back the cheese sauce and chowed down some more, and you let your words trail off. "I mean, someone would notice if you ate everyone in the mall."
"Ha! They'd have to roll me out of here!"
"Right to Jail." you laughed.
"Wouldn't hold me long." The teifling said confidently with her mouth full.
"Oooh! Izzat a sweet shop?" Karlach pranced like a 7ft tall kitten. "Can we get some more of those chocolate buttons and gummy things you gave me last night? Please?"
"Can you pay for them?" You asked seriously.
"Pfft. Course I can."
Fifteen minutes later, You were running from the Sugar Tooth Factory" an arm full of edible legos, four lolipops, and 15 bags of gummies. Karlach with her bra stuffed full of sweets, and the poor, pudgy teen girl behind the counter kicking her chonky legs as she was wolfed down your sprinting new girlfriend's throat while security struggled to chase the pair of you down.
"My cock is blessed by Selune herself. Every load I bust, is another baby in your womb, Sharran" Isobel grunts as she pounds Shadowheart's titanic, dougy dumptruck ass.
With another spurt, Shadowheart cursed the lady of light as her belly glowed a shimmering white and swelled another foot, a nearly to term new fetus kicking to life in her womb.
"F-fuck you!" Shadowheart grunted. Too horny and too in pain from her mark to properly insult the Cleric of Selune.
"Ah ah ah breed piggy, a mummy shouldn't talk like nnnnngggh that..." another fat load dumped into Shadowheart, and another pulse of white light from her belly as it bulged a little more, a little more pregnant. Isobel slapped her fat breed cow's ass, and shoved a fistful of cake into her mouth shadowheart angrily chewing and trying to swallow the sugary chocolate cake, as she strained against the magical rope holding her forearms.
"Silver Maiden's grace, you're fucking TIGHT." Isobel moaned, doubling over the fat booty and gripping it as she gushed another wet hot nut into a shrieking but cake muffled Shadowheart, who thrashed her head side to side in shrill defiance as her tummy got even MORE preggo with ANOTHER Selunite baby.
"Fat fucking ass..." Isobel panted, squeezing and playing with shadowheart's juicy rear. The soft creamy white flesh felt nice between her fingers. She gave it a little firm gripped shake as she continued to fuck The Sharrans slit.
Another swelling glow and Shadohweart let out a whine, stamping her feet. This was humiliating, it was heresy, it....it....
A sharp pain stabbed her right hand, as it faded, Shadowheart's eyes slid lazily away from each other as she was fed more cake to keep her quiet, as ANOTHER baby was pumped into her, her gut stretching out on either side of her now, blowing up like a baby balloon.
"There we go. Submitting at last." Isobel panted still fucking that massive fat sharran cake. She pat the ditzy cumming Shadowheart on the head, and blasted another nut into her packed womb.
That's whst Google translate is for and the stomach chakra is called Solar Plexus Chakra.
I shoot your google translate. BANG BANG.
I will investigate the Solar Plexus, today I learned Blue Moon apparently thinks feeders are cute. Fucking Cannon.
Aloy hits you with the shrink smoke arrow.
POOF
You are 4 inches tall swimming in your old clothes. She pinches you by the arm, picking you up, pulling at the neck of her armor, dropping you into the dark, soft, sweaty space between her soft tits.
"Little dangerous out here for you now, but don't worry, I'll keep you nice and safe."
Karlach sweetly slowly convincing you you don't need another member of your family before quietly packing them away and hoping the rest dont realize your giant red girlfriend is getting bigger and rounder as the house gets quieter and quieter...
"Look. Mate. Thats all well and good for you human types. But I'm a biggie biggie. Big girl. Big muscles. Big calories. That lucky charms stuff isn't shit. I mean...what about your sister? The annoying one. She's short..."
"Yeah, gotta be honest, didn't really fill me up like I thought she would. What? No whining now, this gut is a furnace and and a sister churner she's a gonner already."
Picks her teeth and pats her beach ball sized tum.
"Phwoar! Izzat yer mum? Lookit the size of that thing. Bent over the kitchen sink like that! Woof! C'mon you can't expect me not to. I mean she's like a big fucking ham, that comes with her own hams. Oop. Droolin a bit. "
Rock hard you try not to think about the massive tomato red tum glorping loudly like a waterballoon next to you, as karlach pats your mum's bum bulge through her even bigger gut.
"Jus think. With your other sister gone you could get more presents at christmas!"
Buuurp
"Your dad called you a slur one time didn't he?"
"Lil brothers. Can't live with them. Can't live without em in my belly."
"You never see ur aunt anyway."
Karlach, her shirt now a crop top pushed up to her boobs unbuttons her trousers and let's the massive yoga ball sized cauldron of heat and pudge breath. Hanging to her ankles and jutting out 7ft around she carries it easily.
The tiefling nearly crushes you under her round belly as she leans in to kiss you.
"Finally! I am stuffed. I'm so glad you invited me over to meet the fam. Helluva breakfast!" Karlach grinned slapping her huge tum and making your poor hard little cock pre through your cute shorts.
"Awe...is my big belly turning everyone you know into fat giving you a stiffy?" Karlach teased, petting your head. "Just think what they'll do to my ass."
...
....
"You wouldn't have like a best friend you'd like to meet for lunch do you?"
[Meredith Stout x netrunner V ]
CW: Liquid Inflation. Bursting (V's fine her implants are designed to).
"Bigger." Meredith snarled. "I said bigger bitch!" The blonde angrily chewed on her cigarette filter to avoid grinding her teeth. There was a frothy storm brewing in her million eddy panties as she watched the bluette blowing up.
V simply groaned softly. Her specialized blue netrunning suit stretched comfortably, her specialized implants working flawlessly. She bounced and sloshed softly on her rapidly inflating belly, the gallons and gallons of water slowly filling her up, spreading to the rest of her body.
Her skin (though real enough) was designed to stretch. And the space between muscle and metal bone, filled easily with fluid, under the right pressure, ensuring an even distribution. Water. Synthberry juice. Air.
The Netrunner was a vigilante by trade, which made the fact she worked nights at Lizzy's Bar as a fetish themed waitress a bit awkward, as sometimes her clients (and marks) tend to remember a bombshell in blue with an ass 4x as big as the rest of her.
What could she say: Everyone had their fetishes. And in 2077, there was a mod for every one.
Looking back V stared at her rump, already twice as wide as a couch and steadily sloshing bigger, rounder, heavier, plumper. Her thighs were as big as twin beds. Her spine, modified to be flexible at any angle, was struggling as her massive, juicy, medicine ball sized jugs were blowing up so steadily and pushing her away from her belly.
Seven hoses. One to the abdomen, one in each limb. One in each tit. Each at exact pressure. Each steadily, hissingly, sloshingly, blowing up the helpless hacker for her very special client.
Meredith slapped V's massive bum and send a slosh through her living room sized body. Her poor little forearms hugging as much of her huge tits as she could, her head awash in a sea of round shapes, her thighs starting to vanish up into her growing ass cheeks.
"Fuck I needed this." Meredith grunted. "Can't that thing go any fucking faster?" The blonde grunted, walking around her prized, swelling gonk.
"Too...nnggg....dangerous...." V moaned. Closing her eyes in delirious bliss, as her heavy skeleton rocked, and bounced, buoyed helplessly in her own blimping body as she blew up like a slutty water-balloon.
Meredith flicked her cigarette, grinding it into the rich, black marble floor, pissed it wouldn't do more damage.
She fucking hated it. Hated the fucking stress. Hated the Job. Hated her dry snatch 6 days a week as she could no longer fuck her interns. Fucking hated Militech. Hated Night City. She fucking hated it all.
Fast cars. Loose partners. Oppulant apartments. Egyptian Cotton sheets. Synth leather couches that almost felt real (so they said) cloned pets. Real fish flown into night city. Richest wines, expensive bourbons, wealthy whiskeys. Every conceivable need in a playroom.
She had everything. Everything.
And she fucking hated every god damned minute and eddy of it.
150,000,000 eddies. That's how much this one apartment cost. From the furniture, to the art, to the wardrobe, to the panic room. The top of the line security recording this big dumb blue blimp blowing herself up just so Meredith could cum, and have a few fucking hours of restful peace.
Couldn't eat anything fatty, she had to look right. God damned guru bothering her day and night. Chain-smoking to the point she barely noticed the nicotine high. Stress. Stress. Hair Greying, Wrinkle inducing STRESS.
The Corpo bitch flung herself at V's bountiful balloons she called a bottom. Sinking between both cheeks from her head, to her ankles, as she leaned in and scooped up as much ass as she could hold in each outstretched arm, and hugging no, squeezing that giant sloshing ass, and letting out a primal, angry scream into V's big beautiful butt.
"Hnnnnggggrrrrnnnrrrnnnnnnnnnnnn GNNN DNNMNT RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHH!" Stout howled, yowling out every last bit of frustration building up in the last two months into the giant sloshy girl's mountainous rear.
V moaned as the woman's yelling teased her balls, buried deep within the big booty and vanishing thighs. "Feel better?" She half laughed, half panted to the blonde tuft of hair sticking out between her cheeks.
Meredith's only response was to slap that massive wobbling ass as it expanded around her. V rocked and wobbled from the motion, but said nothing further.
Meredith provided a place to get this big. V just showed up, and played the human balloon. Eventually Meredith would cum, and when she did, she'd pay the merc more money than she'd make in two months of blasting scavs.
V would also cum too, of course.
The Netrunner was as big as a bouncy castle now, her tiny head lost amid her increasingly spherical features. Her arms now globes hanging off of either side of her, her hands flapping helplessly, only making her hornier as she felt her tits finally touch the floor. Her back starting to balloon behind her, and her feet kick helplessly under her monster ass.
Finally, the netrunning suit started to split, tear, creamy white flesh popped free here and there.
V didn't care: Meredith replaced everything. And it was hot as fuck to feel herself bursting out of her clothes.
"You look a like a fucking parade blimp." Meredith grunted, and from the sound V could tell she was fingering herself under her very professional skirt. The hacker imagined the black fabric pulled to her waist. She wondered: was Stout wearing her boring, grey work panties? Or her after hours, leather strap harness underneath? "Bigger, fucking bigger, you're still not fucking big enough. I want you to fucking burst!"
Panting, V began to hump her big body. Her bones, her muscle, her organs, floating in her own sloshy form, the pressure pushing on V's little needy girlcock. Hard as fuck, she was fucking her own balloon belly, and after a few minutes, she was too round, floating too trapped in her own spherical form to thrust: she just struggled.
Helpless, immobile, an ass 8 ft wide. Tits a bust 10 ft around, and a belly 20.
The fucking apartment was a small mansion, on the absolute top floor.
And as V's runner suit burst into confetti, leaving her perfectly naked, two tits, two cheeks and a blimp of a body, she began to kick and flap her hands and feet helplessly.
Meredith pressed herself against the still swelling woman, and began to grind. Reaching up to jerk V off: "Moan for me. Fucking moan for me while you do it you gonk balloon bitch. I want to hear you fucking moan you sloshy slut!"
V's eyes rolled back, and she let out a shuddering howl getting closer, and closer…
WERN WERN WERN.
"Whuh?" V blinked, too blissed out to focus but recognized the telltale warning signs of her system screaming at her.
Loud rubber creaks, and groans crossed her entire plump body. She felt fluid running down her left hand. Leaking under her right tit.
WERN. WERN. WERN.
A red triangle and exlaimation mark filled her vision, she was too horny and too close to cumming to read it all, but the message was clear: She'd fucking overloaded her inflatable cybernetics.
Her tits were dissapearing, the blobs that were once her arms vanishing, her ass shrinking into her body as more and more water pumped into V's body: she was becoming purely globular.
And water was starting to trickle everywhere.
"Muh-Mereduth!" V tried to speak, but her own face was getting squeezed, swallowed up in a sinking divot as her flesh continued to stretch and swell, bigger, and bigger and bigger. "Muh-wuh-duth! Uh Thnk Ith Twoo Muh! TUH IH OH!" She whined, so close to fucking cumming but unable to move as her hands were sucked up.
Meredith had heard the telltake creaking of V's flesh. The woman was the shape of a beach ball now nearly touching the ceiling, any bigger and it'd crush her skull against it, suffocating her. There was a steady stream of water coming out from under V's armpit. As Stout watched her getting bigger, she watched the woman's head sink low into her body.
WERN WERN WERN
V's cyberware was going haywire, screaming at her that it was over capacity, critical failure IMMINENT.
"Meeh Weeh Deeeth!" V whined. "STOOOOH ITH!"
"No. I wanna watch you pop. Gallons and fucking gallons of fucking water everywhere." Meredith was leaning against the kitchen island now, watching the show. Eyes darting around the mega apartment at all the shit Militech had bought her.
It was her career. She fucking worked her ass off to get to the top. And she hated every, fucking square inch of it.
Deep down in her soul, Meredith wanted BILLIONS in damages coming out of that fucking company's pockets. She wanted to see this fucking multimillion dollar Militech executive suit blasted to shit.
The pressure was too great, the pleasure was too much, the dumb horny hacker's eyes started to flutter as she felt it comming. Her immobile body still trying to swell. Creaking under the immense pressure.
CRRRRRNNN-CRK-CRK-CRK CREEEAAAAAAAK
Stuffing two fingers into her twat to tease her clit as she pounded herself on her vibrator, Meredith snarled: "Fucking kaboom bitch."
"Meeeeh!" Was all V got of the woman's name, before her brain melted, her left eye went silly, and she drooled a little as she had the best fucking orgasm she'd had all fucking week, then promply exploded.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Her implants burst. Dumping a small lake's worth of water everywhere. Glass sculptures tumbled to the ground. Fish tanks and the windows exploded out, killing millions in endangered animals, and dumping gallons and gallons out the top of her penthouse apartment onto the shitty fucking street below.
Meredith let out a ghastly wailing moan and came her fucking brains out pumping her dildo relentlessly in and out of her snatch, as the wave smashed her in the face and broke her nose with the force, drenching her dry clean only clothes, and destroying the oven, counters, and kitchen behind her.
It soaked into the furniture, rotted the upholstery. It flooded the walk in closet, washing away millions in shoes. It battered the priceless paintings, and soaked billions in Militech guns, drones, and other armaments.
V unleashed a torrent of destruction as the pair came, and tried desperately not to drown, or get washed out the 700 story window in the resulting tidal wave.
Finally there was nothing but wet, dripping water, and two choking, coughing, panting lesbians.
V's entire body was ripped, like a a burst water balloon. Shit, her real skin was fucked. If she didn't get to a ripper soon, she'd likely have real problems with her real organs.
Meredith grabbed her by the neck, and dragged the woman into her lap.
"God i fucking love you. Worth every fucking eddy. Shit I just came again." Stout held the passed out hacker in her arms as she waited a minute for her horny ferver to fade, before calling the building manager, a Delemain, and her personal ripper.
V slipped on her black and blue jacket, (her favorite, she wouldn't let get destroyed) and proceeded to walk out of the clinic toward Del. People turned to stare and the butt naked woman with a 3 inch flaccid cock wearing nothing but a crystal rock jacket. But V didn't care.
She knew her body looked good. After All: Meredith spent a fortune on it.
Stout, for her part sat in the back seat smoking a cigarette and checking a data pad as the door popped open. Excelsior greeted V and congratulated her on a full recovery.
V paused, turned to present her new, freshly chipped "flesh" and stuck out her bum a bit in the glossy reflection of the cab's chassis. The netrunner frowned. Pinching her butt.
"You sure it's not bigger?" V asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet and feeling the fat thing jiggle. Testing it's weight.
"How would you know?" Meredith scoffed.
"He says the pressure nearly crushed my lung this time." The runner dipped into the cab, and settled into the seat. "You still owe me a new suit." V said breezily.
Meredith Stout turned, glancing from head to tow at the gorgeous naked runner. Her "normal" slender, curvy self again.
Damn it. She thought, before her eyes lit up, transferring V some walking around eddies.
"That it?" Stout asked.
"Yeah. Unless you got another job for me?" V asked.
Stout made a noncommittal grunt.
"Alright. Take me to the Kabuki district. Only ones I trust to make a decent Netrunning suit."
(Friendly reminder: Net V runs her own in character blog and is available for RP's and asks here)
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