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An RP Blog for a fat Mii Gunner. 18+, minors do not interact. M!A's mostly accepted.

[someheartlesslady]

Thick Thigh Thursday

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[someheartlesslady]

Happy ten years of Thick Thigh Thursday!

[the-biig-gunner]

Oh! She hasn't eaten in a few minutes. You know what that means!

Grrrrrgl... blrrrrp... grrrrrn...

At this point, she barely seems to notice... though anyone witnessing it would very evidently notice her stomach bloating and swelling up with air, as if making up for the stuffing that wasn't happening.

[the-biig-gunner]

It never starts too noticeably. The folds and rolls of her belly flattening out. The soft, plush flab on her gut giving way to a growing pressure beneath. And soon, it begins to grow. Mere centimeters at a time, but slowly bloating up as she paid little attention.

The seams of her jumpsuit strained. Her belt squeezed her waist tighter. The rumbling becomes hollow, and as the pressure rises, that's when Ginger finally takes notice. But she's always so shocked, it takes a moment of her just... watching it happen, to finally try and do something.

Unfortunately, at her size, getting up with a belly that's jutting out a full foot more than usual was hard. Helplessly, she was forced to watch, as the gas built inside her. Miis always had trouble expelling gas, almost always through burps. But Ginger couldn't even muster that... her belly was already a majority of her mass, a good 60 percent of her. Now, it was like a balloon, inflating out of control.

"Shit."

[the-biig-gunner]

Oh! She hasn't eaten in a few minutes. You know what that means!

Grrrrrgl... blrrrrp... grrrrrn...

At this point, she barely seems to notice... though anyone witnessing it would very evidently notice her stomach bloating and swelling up with air, as if making up for the stuffing that wasn't happening.

[the-biig-gunner]

“I get that a lot”

Wool joked, grinning as he tossed a large bag of nacho cheese Doritos at her, landing right on her belly. The satchel vanished

“Shouldn’t be too much longer now”

Surprisingly, it balanced pretty neatly on her gut, giving her time to reach forwards and grab it, ripping it open. Perhaps rationing these was the better option, but...

Eh, fuck it. She's going to town on it as they walked.

[nevermindtheweights]

A heavy rear end sat down near the green woman, a familiar face glancing over at the huntress with an expression softer than her usual, somewhat stern look. "... you doing okay, Calli? You look a bit upset over something..."

The heavy thud of Ginger's rear end was a surprise for Calli. Normally she was quite good at hearing sounds, those as loud as Ginger's step or breathing. The fact that the huntress had been snuck-up upon showed just how much the thoughts had been tossing and in her head. It wasn't as if Calli ever spent much time in her head. Thinking wasn't exactly her thing when she more acted on impulse and nature,

"G-ginger...?"

Her shock and surprise of Ginger's appearance faded quick, the calm of her presence aiding in quelling whatever oddities were raging withing. Calli went quiet and pushed an odd sense of shame that she felt in being surprised by someone so fat and huge. If she were more in control of her feelings, she might of even remarked on that in her own blunt way.

That didn't happen this time.

The plump nymph just leaned into the pillowy and blubbery expanse of her friend. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. Calli wasn't sure how she felt honestly. Saying that felt weird and her throat didn't want to utter it. She didn't feel sad, she knew sadness and this wasn't it. It was something though if was a new form of sadness, she wasn't sure.

There was a lot she wasn't sure about actually. Admitting felt weird too. Weak, even. Anyone else would of been brushed off, Calli wouldn't dare of said anything. Ginger wasn't anyone else. She was Calli's cloest and deepest friend. It was hard to drag her voice into action but if anyone would listen, it would be Ginger. Not attempting to convey how she felt in this momet would be wrong. It would be disservice to their friendship and companionship. If not Ginger, then who? No-one.

Speaking it though... Taht would drag the internal into reality. It would make it real, wouldn't it? Was it worth it to do that? It sat like a rock in her throat and she wiggled a little in the discomfort of admitting it. Calli however knew she had to say it. Real things were things she could deal with. Making it real made it something she could attempt to handle.

She exhaled her held in breath and took another to force the question free. The question in both her mind and body, the simple question of....

"..... Am I broken, Ginger?"

[the-biig-gunner]

Now there's a new one. As she let Calli lean against her, the question of being "broken" shot through the still air like a laser, smashing the silence that was only once interrupted by the sound of a churning stomach. She shot Calli a glance... not of judgement or shock, but rather... confusion. Normally, Calli was pretty confident. At least, that's how Ginger saw her... but she was totally different at the moment. This vulnerability didn't come often.

Gently, Ginger leaned into the huntress a bit. She wasn't sure she could really give hugs anymore, but she could at least be one great, big pillow for people to lean on. Support, for those in need of it the most. In a sense, she always played that role, though not often did she play it emotionally.

"Broken?" She asked, before pausing for only a mere moment, to ruminate on what that meant. "I mean... I don't think you're broken. What makes you think that?"

[the-biig-gunner]

“Hmmm…I think I got a few bags of chips on hand, if you want them?”

Wool offered, summoning a heavy, leather beaten up satchel and rummaging through it. Ginger could hear all sorts of stuff clattering around; metal, wood, Wool even pulled out a fish before stuffing it back into the bag

"You're a lifesaver," she responded, smiling. Now she wouldn't have to worry about THAT little issue... which, to her, was a huge deal. Almost as huge as she was.

[the-biig-gunner]

“Well, I hope you got stamina because it won’t be a short walk”

He chuckled, looking back to the hulking mass of woman

“Anyone ever tell you you’re cute when you’re sweaty?”

"Usually not a huge sweat. But... damn, long walks are gonna be a problem now, too, huh?"

Hopefully they could get to that place before she started getting bloated. She had totally forgotten to bring snacks with her, though she doubted Wool had same lack of foresight. Still, she didn't want to have to ask him unless necessary.

[the-biig-gunner]

Stepping through the portal led the enormous woman and weirdo twink onto a colossal white branch of twisted wood, extending so far into the distant cosmos, she can’t see the end

“I never get tired of that view~”

He hummed, then started walking, still holding Ginger’s hand

Ginger's footsteps were heavy, laden with the weight of a life of overfeeding. The immediate ground around her shook with every step.

"Huff... walking is pretty tiring, you know that...?"

[the-biig-gunner]

“Awesome! Onward, then!”

Wool beamed and hopped to his feet, tapping his foot rhythmically (which became a small dance in a massive circle) on the floor. Then, a large purple portal, accounting for Ginger’s size, opened up on the floor then rose to stand up. Wool held out his hand to her

“Shall we?”

Gladly, she took Wool's hand. Not like she had anything better to be doing. Hopefully this would prove fruitful...

[the-biig-gunner]

“Oh, Ginger, my dear. When I say bigger, I mean far bigger than you”

He chuckled, reaching behind his head and starting to do up his hair in a ponytail with the rest of his flowing down like a messy waterfall.

“Once you finish that food, I’ll take you to it”

"Shit, that's as good a motive as any."

Ginger has been unleashed. She devours the rest of the food at a pretty rapid pace, all things considered. In only a few minutes, the bag was empty, the contents now residing in her bloated stomach.

"Ahhh... that's good. I'll have to order delivery from there... if they do it. Either way! I'm good to go."

[the-biig-gunner]

“Well hey, at least you wear the weight pretty well”

He smiled brightly at the massive blob, leaning back and crossing his arms

“I know a few places that can cater to someone of your size, if you’re interested. You’d be surprised how many people are even bigger than you”

"Thanks! I try."

She idly munched away at some of the diner food, before perking up at his mention.

"Well, we're gonna have to be pretty on-the-ball about finding new places afterwards too. I'm not getting any smaller." Plus with her luck, there's a non zero chance she'll end up blown up like a blimp at some point... "Unless this is a one size fits all kind of deal."

Which, by the way, is a dirty lie! Those clothes do NOT fit her! She tried a button up labelled that way when she was 500 pounds, and those buttons popped CLEAN off when she woke up bloated the next day.

[the-biig-gunner]

“My pleasure, big gal.”

Wool smiled and pulled up a seat with a little magic, plopping down and getting comfortable

“Someone’s been growing a whole lot, huh? Doing okay?”

"As good as I can be at my size," she admitted. "Moving isn't as much an issue, as actually fitting into spaces not meant for living mounds of fat."

Despite the borderline insult to herself, she said it with a certain lightheartedness that was seldom seen in her attitude before. Putting things into perspective helped that a lot.

"As far as I care, I'm just seeing how fat I can actually get. I'm nearing two tons at this point."

[the-biig-gunner]

Here’s 50 waffles and 20 cups of Orange Juice Ginger

"Oh, uh. Thanks, I wasn't expecting this much, but..."

So, she gets to work on the food...

[the-biig-gunner]

“Hey, Ginger! How’s it hanging?”

Wool appears! Smiling brightly at the impossibly fat woman, smile warm and friendly. A bag of fast food hangs from his hand

“Got you some food from a diner I like, you’ll probably love it”

"Oh, this is... really convenient. I was meaning to check that place out. Getting there at my size is kind of a hassle, though."

Gratefully, Ginger took the bag. Wool always pulled through with good stuff, which she greatly appreciated, considering he was also generally a pleasant person to be around. So it makes his food a lot easier to accept, generally.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

[the-biig-gunner]

Speaking of 'feed me', want breakfast?

"Fuck it, send it my way."

[the-biig-gunner]

Chest emotions, as opposed to belly emotions.

"Which are almost always "feed me," in what I can only call a never-ending tantrum of bloating and hunger pangs."

[the-biig-gunner]

Calli is just going to cuddle up with Ginger. Nothing too major, just one fatty and one really big fatty pressing gently together. She... feels like Ginger needs a friendly touch. Nothing too weird, just a moment of calm acceptance.

For Calli accepts Ginger for everything she is, not just as a glutton or a blob. But as her dearest friend and whatever else those weird chest emotions suggest--

It's always nice, whenever Calli is around. Maybe it was strange, with how large she was, the two of them cuddling up against each other. But regardless, Ginger did absolutely anything she could to return said affection. After all, as nice as all the affirmations about her weight were, Calli sees her as a lot more than just that weight.

It's like she's a person again, with someone who really cares about her. With someone she really cares about. Something about the spectacle of her size felt dehumanizing, in a way she couldn't describe, but in a way that Calli's constant presence and support quelled. In a sense, as long as she was someone to someone, she could weather all the comments on her size. Good or bad. Rude or perverse. Perhaps, somehow, all four at once.

Chest emotions are weird... that's why there's so much padding there. To protect those feelings.