[This story weight gain, sick booty butts, and a cyoot vampire girl]
“Oof… Thanks again for the meal Karen…” Elise moaned, rubbing her massive gut. Her dress was already getting stretched their limits, begging for any form of releasing. Flesh poked out of it like bubbles in the water. “I don’t think I can move anymore…”
“Oh Elise you know that I would only serve you the best,” responded the multi-tentacled cook. Her arms whizzed around the kitchen at a disturbing pace. Ingredients splattered around her workplace and kitchen supplies were juggled around, catching whatever was flying out from her shadow, all the meanwhile dishes were pulled off and out of the oven and thrown out onto the table. “Oh but shoot, it still looks like I’ve made too much again. You wouldn’t mind a bit more food in that little guy of yours would you?”
Elise groaned as she continued to caress her plush gut. “*Groans*... I really don’t think I can Karen, I feel like I’m gonna pop if I eat anymore.”
Karen straddled over to Elise, her eyes fixated on the bulbous mound of flesh that laid upon her lap, the fabric stretching at its limits. Her moist hands slowly made their way to Elise’s stomach, feeling around the softs lumps of flesh that stuck out. Her breathing grew heavier and her cheeks grew more flushed each passing second her hands were on this massive lump of fat.
Meanwhile, Elise was just sitting there awkwardly, staying silent. “I- *uurp* -appreciate the massage Karen but are you okay?” Elise asked, silently questioning why Karen was such a weirdo.
She instantly snapped back from her blissful daydream, putting her hands behind her back and sheepishly smiling, cheeks seemingly growing redder with embarrassment. “Oh yes I’m perfectly fine, I just want to make sure if you still had room for just a little bit more you know! Really fill you up!”
Elise questionably looked at Karen “Couldn’t you just finish the rest yourself?”
“But I made this just for you! And I would rather have my own meal completely set up when I eat!” Karen’s eyes widened and her hands formed her signature little heart shape, leaning closer to Elise. “Please?”
She sighed, there’s no way Elise could ever deny Karen’s classic begging stance, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. “Okay, fine, I guess I can try to finish the rest of your meal,” Elise responded, pulling in a massive plate of greasy meat and a fork.
“Yay! Thanks so much Elise, I swear you won’t regret it!” Karen said with glee, sliding right back in the kitchen to whip up dessert.
Elise bittersweetly looked at the rest of the food on the table, which dripped of various sauces and grease. ‘Well, I better make room then for the rest of this’, she thought, ripping open the rest of her dress, letting her massive, doughy gut burst out onto the table like a pale beanbag. It was probably a good thing that Karen wasn’t here to witness that or else she would have to go hungry for the next few hours. Suddenly a loud *thump* was heard in the kitchen. Elise peered over to see Karen laying on the floor with a large grin on her face and a large amount of red in her cheeks. She looked back at Elise with the same dumb grin and thumbs up before flopping down onto the floor once again. ‘Maybe Karen needs to take a break, I think she’s been a bit working too hard’, she thought before diving back into a plate of ribs.
It was before long that the meal from her stomach would digest, spreading out all of her fatty flesh around her body. And by around I mean mostly to her ass. As she walked down the hall, her new dress was barely able to hold in all of that behind, slowly working away from the fabric that kept her rear covered. Soft bits of flesh poke started to leak out along with a massive pair of panties that eventually wedged itself in between the blubbery bottom.
“Ack! I really hope I can make it to my room this time, I don’t think my dress can make it…” she grumbled, trying to pull up whatever dress had shimmied down her enormous backside. These were the days that she wished she could live in a smaller home, or at least live closer to the kitchen. Her feet ached from carrying around that derriere of hers, with each step causing it to quiver like a plate of jello, further implementing the risk of a wardrobe accident.
It wasn’t before long that she could hear the sounds of slight ripping and tear behind her, followed by a cool breeze washing over her. Elise fearfully looked over her shoulder only to see that her dress slowly drifted apart to expose the soft, fleshy lumps from dinner, only held closer together by the few strands that managed to stay together. Despite this absolutely embarrassing outcome, she continued to press on with a lighter step, only to have the already destroyed dress be tarnished even further with an even larger that made its way down her chunky, trunk-like thighs. Meanwhile, the already large rip that merely peaked at her meaty buns had opened up, releasing her corpulent cheeks that seemed to expand out of the fabric. Her panties were darkened with sweat by the strenuous movement of moving one leg after another, becoming moister as the fabric went down.
Evident by her burning warmth in her cheeks and the futile attempts to pull together what shreds of fabric were left, Elise was, to at the least, embarrassed.
It was 1 in the morning for Elise, which meant she was just about done with her midnight meal. She and her stomach groaned in both pain and pleasure as she poured the rest of the decadent amalgamation down her maw, tired from both the time of day and the fact that she had already consumed 22 other ‘shakes’ that were each bigger than a gallon. The rich and creamy liquid flowed down her throat like butter, ballooning her stomach to an uncomfortable limit.
Her pale stomach grew more and more taught each gulp she took, turning it from the once soft and fleshy potbelly to a massive pale orb that peered out of her large pink pajamas. Not to mention an ass that would kill any chairs with less than a 5 feet radius. Even with the custom-made pajamas, it could only barely contain her bloated rear, with lumps of flesh sticking out from tears. She laid back on her couch, letting all of that thick creaminess settle in that bloated gut of hers, groaning and bubbling like a boiling pot.
With her Newly formed adipose, it was no surprise that Elise had trouble with lifting both her blubbery belly and her massive ass off of the couch, sunken in by the countless time she laid her colossal rear on it. Each second of struggle added another drop of sweat to her body as even trying to lean forward and backward put an enormous strain on her, not to mention the fact that her gut sat on her lap like a pet, except this one was made out of; pure fat and flesh. It then took another 10 minutes of trying to rock herself back up what with all previous successful attempts ending up with her rotund butt dropping her down with a soft bump.
But fortunately for Elise she finally managed to end up back on her feet, unhappy to once again carry all of her junk the trunk and dripping in sweat after all of that. To refuel, she once more tiredly trudged back to the kitchen, making just one more, maybe 2, connections to refuel herself after that excruciating workout. Each step caused her ass to wobble to and fro like a water balloon and her stomach to bump up and down each weak attempt at lifting those tree trunk thighs, sweat forming from her forehead to the insides of her pajamas. It was days like these she wished that she would eat less, or at least, move less.
Unsurprisingly, through her time, and food, consuming antics it had already turned into the middle of the night. Elise sighed as the clock continued to move past the 2 o’clock mark.
Considering the time of night and after all that excruciating movement, she decided to move into the other room where she can plant her gut and ass, but not before grabbing as much food as she can from the kitchen, ranging from tubs of ice cream to leftover fried chicken.
As she watched Sonic Underground™, according to her the best show in existence, sounds of suckers popping could faintly be heard in the distance. “I heard talking hedgehogs… *yawns*... what’s going on?” Karen groaned, rubbing her tired yellow eyes, which grew wide looking at her ginormous ass, dripping with sweat, barely contained by her red panties. The only thing that remained of her pants were stuck at her ridiculously thick thighs, acting more like socks than anything else. Even then they seemed to slowly tear apart, revealing more and more of those thick rolls that swallowed up her feet. Her ass seemed to jiggle each weary breathe she took.
Elise bit off a chunk of the chicken before turning her head towards her. “Oh… *huff*... H-hey Karen… d-didn’t... *huff*... mean to wake you up…” She back towards the television, licking the ice cream cone in her hand, wishing that she had considered a better way to hold an ice cream cone and bucket.
Karen moved to the front of Elise’s to take in more of her sweaty chunkiness, her face breathing with the same heaviness as Elise, naturally for a much more different reason. She could see 2 massive slabs of flesh piled on top of each other, sweat dripping off and into the cracks where they met, like a pancake smothered in syrup. Her belly button could’ve swallowed someone’s arm whole and leave it dripping with sweat if taken out. Her breasts laid upon her elephantine gut, barely being able to be contained in the already oversized bra she was wearing. In between the 2 ample sacs of flesh were a river of sweat and crumbs that slowly grew as Elise continued to munch on her snacks.
“H-hey Elise, need some more s-snacks?” Karen asked, trying to get an excuse to leave before she would faint on the spot again.
“*Huff*... Yeah… that would… *huff*... be great…” She responded, shoving the rest of the cone into her mouth. She watched Karen wearily amble towards the kitchen, easily hearing the heavy breathing as she made her way there. As the door closed, she was reminded of something important. “Oh… *huff*... and Karen?”
Karen poked her reddened face out the door. “Y-yes…?”
“You haven’t…. looked or sounded that great…. *huff*... for the past few days… Do you need a vacation… *huff*...?”
“W-what me?! Vacation? N-no, I-I’m fine here with y-you! I-In f-fact I’ve never b-been better haha!” Karen stammered before immediately ducking her head back into the kitchen, gladly away from Elise.
Elise looked at the door with a puzzled look, before turning her head back to the television. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever know why Karen is such a weirdo’, she thought, ‘But I do know that she’s a nice weirdo’.