#fatfic

[septusuki]

When you had a succubus for a girlfriend, things were alarmingly difficult. Mai Amai had imagined it would be entirely the opposite; that her girlfriend would just make everything easier, and smooth out all the awful hickeys one might find in a 'normal' relationship. But no, she wasn't even almost that lucky.

Lily Kurosaki was wholly a fiend for dates — especially if those excursions involves food, sugar and parfaits. Mai had overexerted herself chasing those whims about, dashing from diner to diner as she extended her wallet — and waistline — to afford all those delicious desserts. Watching Lily's smile simply pucker up from the sweetness made it all worth it. Even if Mai was having to divert some of the funds for her dates with Lily to new clothes, instead.

Having a devil for a girlfriend wasn't easy. Being a baker wasn't easy. Being a bit of a glutton wasn't easy, either. "Unnh…" Mai rolled onto her back, and trembled as she felt the oozing of her belly sag onto her hips, heavy and full of meaning. That meaning being only one thing; you're a pig. Mai already knew, even from the top of her bed, that the scales in the bathroom would be telling her she'd gained weight. She and Lily had gone on a frankly massive date last night, waddling their ways through creamy feasts and sugar-filled deals. "I-It's huge…" Mai whispered under her breath, horrified that Lily might hear, as she rubbed at her own sagging, inflated belly.

The worst part of it all was easily Lily herself. She'd glutted her body, just like Mai had. She'd absolutely absorbed every mouthful that Lily had strained her tummy to fit inside of it, and she was still thin. Lily was still devilishly trim, and wasn't even showing the slightest sign of plumping up. It was horrible. Lily's flawless succubus figure only made her look more attractive, and made Mai look and feel so much rounder. So much tubbier, with her belly forced straight into her dress' gut-compartment.

"G-Gotta diet," Mai heaved, as she tried to sit up. Her breasts were huge, but no less sloshy and saggy than the gut beneath them. In her pinkish pyjamas, Mai's entire figure was a droopy peach. "More than a diet…" Rolling the blanket off of her puffy body, Mai grabbed a hunk of her stomach and jiggled it passionately. Furiously. She'd watched that thing grow, grow and grow some more, and done close to nought to slow it down. Now, it was sitting atop her stomach like a besmirched house-cat; huge and unrelenting. Always demanding more food. Finally, Mai oozed onto her butt. Sitting on her own bed, Mai could make an entire pillow vanish beneath her ass, from how thick her behind was. Her belly to her butt was so far that if she was so fat to get stuck in a doorway, she'd only end up more stuck if she tried to go through sideways. Mai wasn't round like a parfait, or wide like a biscuit. She was thick, like an overcooked brownie.

"At this rate, I'll just get f-fatter…" Feeling her stomach gurgle for feed from within her, Mai imagined all the parfaits she might get fed, and how it'd swell her outwards. How she'd bulge, if she let Lily manage her diet for more than a millisecond. "I can't force Lily to look after me, when I'm," with a furtive gulp, Mai imagined herself getting so fat she couldn't get out of bed. Not long, now. "W-When I'm immobile…"

From behind Mai's plump shoulder though, there was a distinct flash of movement, all of a sudden. Just a flicker, and then… "Uoooh…!" A moaning came from behind the doorway, and she waddled in.

"Lily?!" Mai gasped, turning to face the simply behemothic blob of fat heaving itself into the bedroom. "L-Lily, last time I s-saw you," heaving helplessly, Mai threw her fat body to her feet, managing to ignore how her gut almost tapped her knees. "Weren't you…?"

Lily was titanic. Dressed in a simply adorable tank-top, it'd all ridden up to expose a blob of a gut, sloshing free from her clothes as Lily's devilish face — ridden with fat rolls as it was — winked at her, from between her K-cup breasts. "I'm shoooo fadht!" Lily crooned, sweating as her massive body got stuck in the doorway for a moment.

Mai stepped back with a squeak. "Lily, you can—?!" She'd always known Lily could shapeshift, but never to this extent. Of course, she was a succubus. She could shift her body to suit her suitors' tastes. "You can make yourself… This big?" All of a sudden, staring down the sack of fat that her devil-girlfriend had become, she felt just a little slimmer. Just a touch.

"Uuu-Uunf!" Lily moaned, finally hauling her XX-XX-XXL body through the doorway. With her ass and love-handles finally free to sag about, Lily looked all the larger. "Nope!" She winked, trying to reach a plump hand towards her partner. "T-Too many parf-faits!" Too large to reach past her tits, Lily was a tremendously top-heavy devil. With every movement, more boob-meat oozed out from the top of her tank-top, hanging over the sides of her belly, heavy and arousing with their shininess. "I g-got fat!" Lily sobbed, playing it up for her actually fat girlfriend.

Mai didn't have an answer. "W-Way too fat…" she gabbled, rubbing her tummy and picturing what she might look like at Lily's size. It was inevitable, now; Mai would grow into a heaving, oozing blob of meat. "Can you e-even stand, Lily?"

"Nope!" With that, Lily collapsed her body onto the bed, nearly cracking every bone of the poor thing straight in half. "I can't walk, or do anything…!" She sounded almost happy, to be this big. In massive, rather horny motions, Lily caressed her now-huge gut, under the gaze of her obese, human girlfriend. Lily sparkled with that familiar, devil-glow — although it might've just all been sweat. "Feed me, Mai!"

[envihellbender]

HUGE FATTY WITH CLOACA CLOACA CLOACA I DONT CARE WHO GROSS AND SLIMY YES ITS CRAZY ITS PARTY

Characters: Adrian, King Leomaris (OCs)

Content: MDNI, 18+, extreme immobility, extreme fats, merpeople, cloaca, piss, cum, smothering, death by cloaca, royalty

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Adrian knew he was fucked. He didn’t need the night in a cell, the beatings from the guards, or a heavy golden collar around his neck to tell him that. Now however, he was desperately swimming forward to keep up with the prison wardens, so that he wasn’t choked as he was being dragged to the throne room. He hadn’t expected for it to be this bad, he predicted he would get an amputation for stealing from the Palace’s food supply. He hadn’t taken much after all, but instead he was being taken to see the fucking King Leomaris.

The palace was carved with ivory and gold, making the gigantic building a terrifying presence, the ceiling was so high at first Adrian thought he was staring at the ocean ceiling. It was a soft blue with glistening lights covering it, and it was so impossibly high it dwarfed Adrian who’s small apartment’s roof was an inch above his head. His chest heaved as the guards pulled him along without allowing for a break, exhausting him but they didn’t take a single look back at him.

When they entered the vast hall, the guards stopped suddenly causing Adrian to crash into their backs. They threw him forwards and Adrian paled as he stared at the obscene image in front of him. Everyone knew the King was huge, but Adrian had never considered how gargantuan that was. In front of his eyes were two ginormous fins, or what were fins, now they were two shapeless mounds of blubber that rested uselessly on the floor in front of him. Above that was his tail which raised to way above Adrian’s head causing the King’s face, torso, and everything else to be completely out of view.

“A prisoner as requested, Your Majesty,” one of the guards grunted.

“Mm. Bring- bring it to… me,” King Leomaris wheezed, panting between each word. The guards swam upwards, pulling on Adrian’s chain to drag him behind them. He looked down to see the elephantine creature beneath him. Of course blue whale sharks were the biggest of the shark merpeople but this was gigantic even for this species. His pale blue blubber was like a palace of itself, slowly fading into the even lighter blue mass that was his torso, absurdly stretching gills that looked like grotesque gashes in his flesh. Surrounding his fins and fat rolls were chains and jewels - golden rings, sapphires, lapis lazuli, and opals all collected on his body. Finally at the top was a large neck roll that was like a ginormous tyre, which his grotesque head was sinking in to.

The guards shoved Adrian onto King Leomaris’s body, still holding onto his chain but causing him to fall into a large mound of blubber. It was impossibly soft and painfully hot, heating the water around him. Adrian could feel his chest tighten through the smothering hot, his own silver tail struggling to move within the mass of adipose and his almost white thin arms pushing against the fat to try and gain some composure.

“Which… which… one is this?” The King groaned. A loud, grunting, roaring noise filled the room. The fat beneath Adrian’s body rippled as the stomach beneath him desperately screamed for food. “Turn… on… the… tube.” Adrian jumped and looked up to see a large funnel begin churning and whirring. The King opened his mouth as a mixture that looked like thick lard fell into the King’s gaping maw. Adrian waited and watched in disgust as his stomach churned as he watched the King slurp disgustingly and the food gather around his mouth and drop onto his chest. His fat wobbled and rippled with every mouth full and movement. Eventually he let out a loud belch causing repulsive, foul smelling bubbles to float away from his jaw.

“As you asked before your meal, Your Highness, this is the thief. The scavenger who attempted to take some of your food supply, Your Worship,” a guard rambled nervously.

“Hmpf,” the King grunted boredly. “Death… sentence… to… death.”

“What- no I- I’m sorry- I’m sorry you can’t-” Adrian stammered struggling. He attempted to swim upwards to escape, but all the guards did was tug on his chain, pulling him into their grip.

“How, your worship?” The guard holding Adrian’s golden collar asked.

“Smother… in… cloaca,” the King wheezed. Adrian yelled and struggled as the guards forced him downwards. He kicked with his tail, and pushed, scratched and punched with his weak, shaking arms. Despite all this he felt his long black hair be pulled into a fist as he was shoved inside the warm, wet vertical slit at the top of the King’s tail. The hot, gigantic opening closed above him, smothering him completely and causing him to vomit onto the pink flesh. He desperately struggled as he found himself being completely covered by the disgusting blubber, being taken in by the fat. He attempted to kick the large balls that were the King’s testicles, he tried to grab and scratch and escape at them and the flesh around him. All he got was a mouth full of unwashed flesh, sweat, old stale semen, and what may have been piss at one point. It didn’t take long for Adrian to be covered in yet more of these repulsive, foul smelling substances. Resulting in the ‘floor’ of the cloaca was becoming yellow with his vomit. He tried to bury with his desperate fists beneath the King’s cock which was completely covered in fat. He stopped when his hand touch something warm and solid, he ripped it out of place, and found a skull staring back at him.

[envihellbender]

fatty driven by A FORKLIFT

This is ridiculous but your wish is my command.

Kinks: ssbhm, feeder/feedee, fats

OCs: Castor and Elio di Medici (brothers)

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“Are you telling me that Castor grew too big for his fucking wheelchair?” Elio groaned in exasperation. He looked up into his mirror to see Liberto, who was usually his hired muscle anxiously standing in his doorway. Elio saw the strange contrast between his slim stature and Liberto’s tall, broad one. Elio had been readying himself for the day in his favourite grey check suit and a scarlet tie.

“Yes sir, we’ve managed to lift him out but… it’s broken. It’s crushed and we think it’s beyond repair,” Liberto replied, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other and staring at the ground. He was the nervous type, he was tall and well built - when it came to hitting things he was confident and capable. He was best when he had someone to tell him who to hit. Any other tasks made him anxious.

“Yeah I figured as much, I’ll deal with it,” Elio sighed rubbing his temples in frustration. He looked up to see Liberto stood there still, in his leather jacket and worn out jeans. “Thanks Liberto you can go.” He stammered something Elio couldn’t hear and hurried away. He slipped out his silver engraved cigarette case, with Castor’s ludicrous antics he’d found quitting next to impossible.

***

When Elio announced his solution, and informed Castor that thankfully their best assassin Konstantin knew a man with fork lift truck. Castor was not best pleased. Konstantin normally was given far more important jobs but he happily jumped behind the fork lift truck, snapping his chewing gum as he did so. Elio assumed he only ever did that when he was using his favourite poisoning trick… but Konstantin insisted it wouldn’t work that way, people would suspect something if he was only chewing when he was about to kill.

“Elio, you cannot be serious,” Castor scowled, folding his fat arms atop of his gigantic breasts. “Ouch! You- Elio, tell him to stop-” He complained further as the forklift truck was pushed into his elephantine buttocks.

“Look, you’re the one who’s wheelchair broke down in the courtyard, what do you want me to do? We don’t have pulleys out here,” Elio snapped.

“You do not have to move me this way,” Castor pressed, his olive cheeks burning with rage and embarrassment. The sweat on his forehead causing his normally neatly brushed plait that fell onto his shoulder was becoming loose and unruly.

“Do you have a better idea?” Elio asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Do we not have men to carry me?”

“Trust me brother, any men strong enough have far more important things to do.” Elio snapped his fingers and gestured to Konstantin, who lifted Castor up with the forklift without much warning. It looked bizarre and comical seeing Castor be held up in the air, his adipose falling over the side as he dangled in the air. Elio repressed a snort of laughter behind his hand as he saw the forklift drive forward showing his brother charging at a speed greater than he’d ever managed.

[bigbelliedb]

having to suck your chub and hold your breath in a hug just to completely wrap your arms around each others body is somehow the ultimate feeling of unity.

[bigbelliedb]

i'd love to cook up a breakfast buffet until every inch of the bed is filled with either fat or food, then climb onto the guy still asleep on his back snoring away last night's food coma, having to push his belly up to find his dick, then heave my fat onto him, our bellies immediately flopping into each other, slide his still flacid dick into me, then detain him in that position with my weight and feed him, and myself, feeling his belly and dick get harder, and my belly and pussy get fuller.

[septusuki]

ouuwaugh tendo maya and her fat-assery effect on other women [the fact that Kaoruko just wanted to visit her girlfriend at New National, and now theres a pink haired orb that cant fit through the door where her tomboy used to be. the Tendo slob filling up the couch with her can only be the blame]

For a fleeting moment, Hanayagi Kaoruko was horrified. Terrified beyond compare. So much so that she visibly finched, bucking back as if she could pause time and shimmy out of New National Theatre’s dorms before anyone noticed her. After all, her girlfriend was filling up an entire couch by herself. Isurugi Futaba was such a flab-covered mass of meat that she just gushed, outwards and outwards, until her fat folds were covering the couch’s thick arms and gushing over the poor thing’s back. It was hard, almost to tell what kind of fabric it was made of; so subsumed in blubber than it could be black leather, or just so soaked in stinking sweat that the wool had been irreparably dyed to look it.

“Hanayagi—Unnff—shan,” and then, Tendou Maya spoke up. The second half of the Futaba-mass filling the sofa spoke, as if it had just achieved sentience via being such an immutably massive pile of pudge. “I didn’t—Hhhaaahn—expect to shee you, at this—Nnghh—hour.” Maya’s every word was dappled with wheezes and pants, as if it was a struggle for the girl just to exist. Smacked up against Futaba on the couch, Maya’s meat meshed perfectly with the similarly-obese redhead. The two girls were almost identically obese. Not the same weight, by a long shot, but most certainly the same shape. Both former-stage-girls were filled with what could only be called flab. Rolls, folds and cellulite.

“T-Tendo-han,” Kaoruko gulped. She’d expected to see Maya, but she certainly hadn’t expected to see this. Two hunks of meat, engulfing a sofa as they embraced the sedentary nature of being a blob. Whilst Maya at least seemed awake, Futaba was so blatantly asleep, half-nestled in the ring of meat surrounding her once-slim neck. “Good e-evening.” Kaoruko crept out the words, unsure how to even greet such a glob of fat.

“Mhm.” Maya nodded, almost burying her face in her overwhelming bust. If that was one thing she had on Futaba, the tank-top she was wearing clearly wasn’t enough to handle all of that boob fat; it gushed out of either side, sagging over her already-sagging belly-fat like half-cooked pudding. “To what do we—Hheee—owe the pleasure?” Maya heaved, itching at her massive belly, and slipping her hand under the fabric of her top as sweat gushed down every inch of her bloated body.

It was no shock that Kaoruko had originally thought the two girls were one horrendous sack of meat, initially. “I just,” with both girls being massive sofa-filling sacks of fat, Kaoruko still wouldn’t have been surprised if it turned out they were fused at the hip. “I just wanted to see m-my girlfriend…!” Kaoruko smiled unconvincingly, looking across the Tendo-Isurugi mass to see her napping girlfriend, meat-rolls and all.

“O-Oh.” Maya grunted, and then shook. Apparently trying to wake Futaba from whatever coma she’d waddled her way into, Maya’s entire body sloshed about in the sofa’s embrace, oozing against Futaba’s body until something solid bumped against her. “I-I’ll—Nff, Nff, Nff—Wake her, Hanayagi-sham.” Maya’s face became reddened and damp from such a meagre action, her heart thumping through her flab until her tank-top’s straps began to throb.

“Uhnn…” Finally, Isurugi Futaba’s face clenched, and a shred of awareness crept onto it. “M-Maya, itsh not time yet…” She moaned, clarity still not reaching her flab-filled face. Futaba’s blubber was slightly more top-heavy than Kaoruko would have imagined, sloshing generously onto her cheeks and forehead. However, it seemed her boobs were still as underwhelming as ever. Futaba’s own tank-top fit her chest comfortably, even as her titanic shoulders and arms swelled out of it. Futaba’s armpit-rolls and doughy gut complimented those thick things flawlessly; packed into four folds of meat, just like Futaba’s greedily-segmented arms. “Don’t wanna—Uff—Get up.” She grunted, a little less short-of-breath than Maya, but still weighed down with meat all the same. Even Futaba’s voice was deepened by the stuff.

“F-Futaba?” Kaoruko snuck closer to her side of the sofa, almost afraid to touch the hideously huge mass, for fear of being consumed herself. Maya and Futaba’s sweaty slab of fat looked as if it could swallow anything. Like a slime. Like a stodgy mass of toxic ooze. Maya and Futaba’s fat rolls held hands, one on top of the other, as if they were the most polite part of the sinful fat-sack they were an immutable part of. “Are you OK?” Kaoruko prodded at Futaba’s gut with her own foot; seeing as both were on the floor, it was the easiest choice to simply toe at such a sagged-down belly.

“Hunh?” Futaba stirred again, clearly disturbed by a foreign voice — and one that wasn’t telling her to stuff her face, at that. “K…” She saw Kaoruko’s face though, and jolted. She snapped alert after a few moments of weary cognition, and then sagged down once more. “Kaoruko, hi…” She moaned, lifting one of her blubbery arms from the mass that Maya had assisted in making. “It’s, uhh… B-Been a while.” She chuckled, blatantly trying to laugh off her sheer size.

“Futaba-han!” Kaoruko squealed, all of a sudden, after making sure her girlfriend was conscious. “Futaba-han, what happened to you?!” She pointed, blushing as her fingertip jabbed clean into one of Futaba’s fat-rolls. What part of her it constituted was entirely unknown, but by the blush flushing across Futaba’s face, it’d been something sensitive.

Futaba remained silent. Kaoruko remained silent, although obviously furious.

“Calm down—Uff—, Hanaygagi-shan.” Maya lurched into life once more, deciding it was her job to cut through the bubbling tension. “We’re jusht—Mmff—f-fat…” Maya moaned as she admitted the fact, letting one of her meaty hands roam down and grope some of her lusciously-rolling body. She blushed, and then looked up again. Her face oozed exhaustion. “We’re stage-girlsh, aren’t we? We can—Houughhh—loshe it whenever we want…” Maya groaned, clearly not entirely sure of what she’d just said.

The girls looked nearly like insects made of meat. Their entire bodies were marked with thick lines, folds marking out each segments of their chitin-stripped carapaces. Their faces were round and stodgy, barely poking out of the squidgy innards they were consumed by.

“Whenever you want?!” Kaoruko gulped. She’d been fat too, but never this big. Never couch-filling. Never stinking and sweating, and heating the whole kitchen up. Futaba had always teased her for every pound of blubber she’d developed, groping and preening over each tiny love-handle and fat-roll. “How about right now, then?!”

[septusuki]

Tominaga Yuki crept into her own apartment as if she was infiltrating some kind of dungeon. She put down her work bag as if it might trip a wire, and slunk her shoes across the floor like they were the key to a chest. She snickered silently to herself, already knowing what she was in store for. As soon as she’d placed her keys on the sideboard, she began sneaking forwards.

Her house felt as if it was glowing; the corridor was glowing, subsumed in the lustre of the afternoon sun. Yuki had gotten off of work early in a lucky twist of fate, and the girl intended to make the most of every second she wasn’t having to fill in spreadsheets or scrawl up reports. Keeping her breath soft and slow though, she still insisted on staying silent, though. Her body felt close to bursting with an excited energy. Her smile was pursed and tight, seconds from exploding into a grin.

Finally, Yuki turned into the main parlor of her apartment. With only the entrance hallway, the living room and two adjacent bedrooms, there wasn’t much ground she’d needed to traverse, but it’d all felt frigid nonetheless. Spying her girlfriend with her back turned, Yuki’s smile only became all the more tension-packed. Acquinea was in the kitchen-section of Yuki’s apartment, dutifully whipping some kind of mixture. With every thrust of the fork she was using, Acquinea’s arm-fat jiggled; Yuki could just about see it under the short sleeves of her collared-tee.

“Acquinea!!” After edging closer to the girl — close enough that she could hear her own, stringent breathing — Yuki full-on leapt at her. Even though she usually didn’t get home until hours later, there was something borne within her today that longed for her all the more for that exact reason. Yuki was somehow desperate to see her. Yuki wanted to engulf her in her arms, and be engulfed by Acquinea’s fat belly, all the same. “Acquineaa! I’ve miss—”

Yuki was cut off, near instantly though. Acquinea just about leapt out of her own flesh, as difficult as that might’ve seemed with just how much flesh she had. “I-I’m not a—!!” She all-but screamed, nearly throwing the bowl in her hands. Acquinea seemed possessed by a certain level of pure fury. So much so that Yuki froze, almost in mid-air.

“What?” Yuki just about managed to halt her freefall before she collapsed onto Acquinea’s flabby shoulders. Her girlfriend turned to face her, and for just a moment she seemed so absolutely incensed by her mere presence that Yuki was sure she was about to be garroted. “A-Acquinea?” She gasped, still terrified even as that anger faded.

Acquinea’s pent-up frustrations all fluttered away at once. “Y-Yukisan…” She swallowed, stepping away from her confused, conflicted girlfriend as her head cocked. “I mean, Yuki-san. Yuki… chan?” She smiled, trying to assuage Yuki’s concerns. “Yuki-chan, I-I’m sorry.” She gulped, setting down the bowl of whitish gloop, and trying to swallow her blush.

“No,” Yuki’s brow furrowed as she stepped forwards again, placing a hand on her fluffy girlfriend’s puffed-up arm. “What’s wrong?” She asked, pulling her in close enough that she could quietly enjoy the squishiness of Acquinea’s huge gut. Even if Yuki wanted to legitimately help her girlfriend, there was always that little, niggling desire — squish her belly! Tease her! Feed her!

Acquinea looked away from Yuki, her chubby cheeks only getting all the more embarrassed as she conjured up the memories in her mind. “Ugh,” she shivered, shaking her head slightly as she snuggled into Yuki’s chest. Even though her own plump breasts were beyond squishy and soft, there was always a certain appeal to her girlfriend’s flawlessly flat, slightly muscled cliff-face of a torso. “It’s stupid. You won’t understand…” Acquinea sighed, pulling one of the lapels of Yuki’s work-suit over her face as her blush bowled out of control.

Yuki sighed, wondering how to deal with such a pouty girl. “It doesn’t matter,” she surmised, letting her arms roam down and rub Acquinea’s love-handles with some approximation of reassurance. “I want to hear, either way. Just talking will make you feel better, I promise.” In her arms now, Acquinea felt so heavy, and undeniably large. She’d been fattened up by the ‘real world’s burgers, donuts and pizzas. Acquinea’s appetite had destroyed her; ever since coming to this side of the PC-screen, Acquinea had stuffed her face with Earth’s richest, most calorific food. She’d grown rounder and rounder, bulging out of her clothes until she needed an entirely fresh, authentically Earthen outfit. Even that though, was starting to look small on her.

“Then,” Acquinea gulped, pressing herself entirely against Yuki as she began to mope. “I went out today, and there was some kind of… Convention, in town.” Still not used to many of Earth’s words, Acquinea almost butchered the pronunciation. “I need to walk through it, to get to my favorite food stand…” She laughed at herself, rubbing her belly apologetically with one flabby hand. “But, while I was walking,” with a gulp, Acquinea bolstered herself mentally to remember such a harrowing picture. “Some people called out. They asked if I was a — a cosplayer.” Stepping out of Yuki’s arms, Acquinea began rubbing her titanic belly wholesale, using both of her hands to give the gigantic calorie-furnace a plentiful patting. “A cosplay of… Of myself. Of Acquinea, f-from SHIN/DERE…” Blushing became shame, which in turn became a low-toned whimpering.

Yuki spluttered. She’d imagined this might happen now that Acquinea had arrived on the same planet that adored her game as a cult-classic, but she’d never really expected it to happen. After all, she’d thought she was the only girl who adored Acquinea enough to recognise her in public. “W-Well,” she swallowed, wondering if there was actually anything she could do to remedy something like this.

Acquinea didn’t stop talking, though. Still rubbing her round belly, the girl — who was almost as round as she was tall — bit her lip. “But,” Acquinea looked down, wondering if she was fat enough yet, to see her belly past her boobs. No luck. “Then they said that I was too… Too big to cosplay her.” With a sniff, Acquinea gave her generously-engorged gut a soft poke. “They said that Acquinea would never be as big as me…” At a truly tremendous two-hundred kilos, Acquinea was easily the fattest she’d ever been. She’d had a big appetite in SHIN/DERE, too, but she’d never gotten this big, no matter how much she’d shoved down her pie-hole. “D-Do you think I’m too fat?” Acquinea squeaked, letting her hands poke her belly’s fat, over and over. “Too fat t-to be me?”

Yuki paled again, nearly helpless as she looked down on her girlfriend. “Too fat?” With a sigh, she considered something especially crafty. An extra-special weapon she’d kept in reserve. Yuki hadn’t booted up SHIN/DERE since Acquinea had appeared; much less loaded any special mods. There was always a first time, though. Perhaps, Acquinea needed to see SHIN/DERE: Tominaga Yuki Edition. Acquinea needed to see her own world, filled up to quite-literal-bursting with mods that made the entire cast obese — herself included. “No way!” A little bit of stretching the truth never hurt, and that was what Yuki had always excelled at. “In fact, I think you’re a little too slim!”

[septusuki]

“Woah!” Anon Chihaya started visibly vibrating on top of the expensive-looking couch she was currently loafing her way across. “Did you see this, Soyorin?” Spitting out the usual nickname without a single second of self-reflection, Anon started grinning, wiggling about as she stared her phone’s screen down. “Seriously…” She almost began whispering, licking her lips and swallowing a gobbet of drool. Whatever she was staring at — and she was most certainly staring, by now — it was tantalizing.

“Huh?” Looking up from her second snack of the hour, Nagasaki Soyo’s unimpressed head tipped over to stare down her girlfriend. Anon was such a greedy pig, glowering at her smartphone whilst her feedee glutted herself, not ten feet away. Anon had always been like this; insatiable. “I doubt it.” She grunted, swallowing a mouthful of ice-cream as she tried to see if she could just guess whatever it was that was apparently more important than her own girlfriend. “What is it?” She finally huffed out, daring herself to play along with Anon’s nonsense without losing her temper for once.

“I-It’s TOKO…” Anon gasped, nearly wheezing as she swiped her thumb across the screen over and over. Soyo recognised a movement like that, easily. She was swiping through a photoset. “She’s like… Gigantic!” With a gasp that almost spat spittle across the penthouse room, Anon finally found the bravery to flip the phone around and show it to Soyo.

“Gigantic…?” Soyo glared at the photo Anon had been so eager to show her. Immediately, she rolled her eyes. The little guess she’d made hadn’t been too far off. Of course, Anon was ogling some other fatass. “It’s just Kirigaya-senpai, isn’t it?” Kirigaya-senpai was, without a doubt, an absolute landwhale, but that wasn’t what’d caught Soyo’s ire. Touko TOKO Kirigaya had gained a few hundred kilos lately, after the Tsukinomori cafeteria had changed to a slightly more calorie-heavy menu — and that was before she’d even learned about feederism. She’d absolutely buttered up, into a bottom-heavy, belly-centric almost-blob of a girl, happily tossing around the words SSBBW and quarter-ton, as if she was the only girl who deserved them. Touko was so cocky that it pissed Soyo off to no end. The fact that Anon was almost more obsessed with her than Soyo was just icing on a positively calorie-packed cake.

“She’s celebrating hitting three hundred kilos!” Anon gawked, shaking her phone as if that could rub it in any more. “Hitting up a buffet and totally emptying it out!” Her smile twisted in on itself, until she was beaming and balmy. “Ugh…” Turning her phone around so she could stare some more, Anon batted at her crotch idly. “She’s so cute… and so fucking fat…” Murmuring the last bit to herself, she hastily typed up a comment and prayed to herself that Touko would respond, or maybe even take a new picture just for her.

“What was that?” Soyo began to growl. She’d been trying to pay attention to her two-litre ice-cream ‘snack’, but Anon was drawing her attention like nobody else. Even when she wasn’t trying to pester Soyo on purpose, Anon always drummed up some kind of reason for Soyo to roll her eyes at her. Setting down her spoon, Soyo patted her stuffed tummy and stood, as difficult as that was for the four-hundred kilo girl.

“So fat… So fat… G-Get fatter, Touko-chan…” Anon murmured to herself, rubbing at her cock through the fabric of her shorts. “Turn into a… A blob for me…” She heaved, almost cumming just from looking at the image for more than a minute. Her hazed-over expression vanished though, as soon as she felt something other than overwhelming pleasure. Soft, squishy meat pushing against the back of her hand — almost threatening to swallow her phone whole. The squashy mass pushed harder and harder, leaning on Anon with all of its weight, until the naughty girl was pressed into the pillows of the couch. “Guh?!”

“Why are you so obsessed with her?” Soyo growled, pulling the hem of her pyjama-shirt down a bit over her absolutely massive gut. “You’re so obsessed with her, when I’m sitting across from you?” She tutted, slapping her flab and feeling it send a jiggle across her front. Standing, just barely, Soyo was a gratuitous apple of meat, hardly able to see past her tits as her head was swallowed by a collar of blubber. Such a huge woman could turn a tiny minx like Anon to a giggling pulp in a millisecond. “When this,” she grabbed a handful of belly fat, wobbling it so hard that she almost fell straight over onto her. “Is sitting across from you?”

Anon squeaked, squirming out of the path of Soyo’s natural disaster of a body. The girl was so obese that her own body barely followed her own commands. Soyo’s appetite was out of her control. Soyo couldn’t even reach half of her tummy, anymore. She was morbidly massive, and she could render Anon as flat as a pancake if she so much as toppled forwards. “Ah!” She gasped, looking between the photo and her girlfriend. “I-I mean, I guess you’re fatter than her, huh?” Trying her best to look apologetic, Anon whimpered as she tried to summon up an excuse.

“That’s an understatement.” Soyo breathed, feeling her wheezing already having grown hot and heavy, just from standing for a few seconds. “I’m one hundred kilos heavier than her.” Cinching up her fluffy pyjama-panties, Soyo moaned as she felt her swollen belly swill about. “So you ought to pay attention to me.” With one last click of her tongue, Soyo pushed her belly as far as it’d go out, until she looked fit-to-burst. “Or this greedy bitch is going to gobble you up, one of these days.” She cackled, finding she enjoyed demeaning herself, now that she was an almost half-ton blob. Almost as big as the couch Anon was sitting on. Round, wide and thick. Porky, and nearly useless.

“Umm…” Anon sweated, poking at the overbearing pudge threatening to end her life. Her girlfriend was little more than a wobbling wall of fat, now. Soyo had destroyed herself for Anon, and she was happily revelling in the rubble of her own obese body. “Sowwy, Soyo-senpai.” Maybe there was something in the water at Tsukinomori…