(Starter from Zenlessbodies)
It wasn't just any day that Astra Yao herself received an invitation from beyond dimensions. And yet one from a place known as the Blue Heron, while Astra didn't know much about the place--the invitation was nice enough itself that she couldn't turn it down--her agency all but demanded it. So naturally, once Evelyn was away on auxiliary business, Asta had managed to find the entrance to the Blue Heron. How, you might ask? Well... not even the dark-haired woman knew herself, but she made it, alright.
The Blue Heron always made an effort to present itself as a mundane establishment to its invitation holders. Usually, this was just bait to lure in the type of people who wouldn't enjoy the true hedonism and excess that it offered. But, luckily for Astra Yao, it seemed that The House believed her to be part of the latter.
While the starlet was no stranger to sitting pretty in the lap of luxury, even she might have been taken aback at the sheer excess upon first entering The Blue Heron. The lobby was warmly lit with crystal chandeliers hanging overhead, while a fountain made of solid gold, silver, platinum, and many other precious metals flowed with the finest wine. There were many attendants in just the lobby, some rather sharply dressed in tuxedoes with white gloves, while others wore scandalously revealing bunny suits. The most notable thing out of everything, though?
Everyone's size.
Astra was likely no stranger to seeing rotund folk in New Eridu, modern conveniences and sedentary lifestyles often led to people packing on the pounds. But this? This was unheard of, the smallest person here had to be at least 600lbs! And the upper limit? Well... perhaps that was best left unsaid for the time being.
Before the most popular woman in New Eridu could even move to leave, though, something soft, warm, and huge squished into her back.
"My oh my, and who do we have here~?"
If Astra thought the average patron at The Blue Heron was massive, then she was going to need a brand new adjective to describe the woman behind her. With a voice as smooth as velvet and sweet as honey, the colossal ravenette encompassed the celebrity like a nearly 7 foot tall mound of warm dough. Her enormous, wobbling gut strained against her black dress, bedazzled with onyx and audibly creaking at the seams. The madam's breasts rested on Astra's shoulders, cradling her neck between tits far more massive than her head. A lard laden arm came up to cover the mature woman's mouth as a playful giggle escaped her lips, her padded bicep squishing against Astra's face.
"I must be quite the poor host for not organizing a proper reception for someone of such renown. Welcome to The Blue Heron, Ms. Yao, we're happy to have you~. For all intents and purposes, I'm the madam of this wonderful establishment, you may call me Madam D."
For how massive Madam D already was, it would no doubt be quite the shock to learn that even with such generous assets up top, the raven haired beauty was quite bottom heavy.
