[DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT A NORMAL, WRITTEN STORY. THESE ARE THE LOGS OF A PLAYTEST OF STARTAIL TAKEN FROM THE CAMPAIGN HAPPENING IN THE DISCORD SERVER.
I HAVE FORMATTED IT TO BE EASIER TO READ, BUT THERE WILL BE SPELLING MISTAKES, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, ETC. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND WHEN READING.
THIS IS DAY 1 OF THE ADVENTURE. IF YOU WANT TO SEE MORE OF THE STORY EARLY, COME CHECK IT OUT IN REAL-TIME ON THE SERVER!
PDF INCLUDED BELOW FOR BETTER FORMATTING!
CONTENT WARNING: WEIGHT GAIN, INFLATION, VORE, SLIME, GAS, FUTA, FORCE FEEDING, DUBCON... HONESTLY, A LOT OF STUFF. JUST HOLD ON, IT'S A WILD RIDE.]
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The morning of Day 2…
Sammy, with an arch of your back and a deep stretch, you're the first to get up bright and early in the morning. You look around, seeing everyone still in food-coma-like slumbers throughout the room, so you decide against disturbing any of them. With a quick scroll through the activities, you decide to give the massage parlors a look, and head on your way out the door, trotting down the halls. The suite was a bit less chaotic in the morning. Not quite as many dozens of guests and maids scurrying and hurrying up and down the halls and stairs. You get into the elevator, and head down to floor two. As soon as you stepped out, an asianistic-style court of wooden floors and clean white walls stretched out before you. To one side, massage parlours had their doors open for anyone to walk in and request the services of the various masseuses. And to the opposite site, gyms lined the wall, with various equipment for exercise. A few animals were on treadmills and bikes, sweating profusely, clearly having realized just how overboard some of them had gone on the first day.
Sam Jukes
—Sam takes a moment to look at the gyms area, giving her hips a squeeze for a moment before strugging, opening a notes app on the tablet and marking down the gyms that were not mentioned to go there after breakfast, and then walking up to one of the massage parlours with a big friendly smile on her face. "Hello, lovely morning today right? May I ask if there are reservations for… hmm just after 10am? I plan to come back here after breakfast."
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—One of the maids glances over as you approach, putting down whatever towels she was carrying, and giving you a polite nod. "Of course! We make sure to keep at least five rooms open at any given time. You won't need to worry about making reservations. We shouldn't be busy at all at 10 AM!" she chimes with a smile.
Sam Jukes
—"Ah that's perfect, thank you! Oh before I leave may I ask what the range of services are that are available? I dont want to waste anyone's precious time on a decision I can make as I have breakfast." Sam can feel herself starting to vibrate a little, but she holds herself together just enough to not look like she is about to start hopping in place.
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—"Oh! We have a few things available in this court!" she says in a chipper tone, getting out a small tablet to show off the various services. "Here, you can find the basic-membership massage service. You can of course choose your preferred masseuse gender for maximum comfortability. On top of these spa services, we also have custom pastry orders and more intimate massage services available from trained professionals. However, for these extra services, you'll need a Deluxe Massage membership for your team." she adds at the end. These membership upgrades were getting a bit... complicated. "The gyms actually hand out those membership upgrades every day! It's to reward the use of the equipment in order to encourage healthy, intensive exercise routines! We here at Wag-Shin Suite greatly value the physique and exercise of all our guests!" she chimes with a bright smile.
Sam Jukes
—"Ooh, go to the gym to earn more service at the spa? That sounds amazing, that's all I needed to know, unless there are some secret things hmmm?" Sam gives a conspiratorial wink before giggling a bit into her hands. Only taking a moment to compose herself again. "But most of all thank you for your time, hope you have a wonderful day, miss."
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—The maid looks a bit shocked, as if surprised that you knew about the 'secret options'. "O-Oh... well... if you mean about the betting ring... that will be underneath the adult entertainment section tonight. You'll need to speak to the bouncers about getting down there. Obviously, it's very... exclusive. Very few suite guests will be allowed in. It's usually only bet on and spectated by our investors." she says in a hushed voice, before realizing she may have offered WAY too much information freely, looking a bit terrified. "That... was what you were talking about, r-right?"
Sam Jukes
—"Yep, of course good job hehe, have a lovely day miss." She does not note down the location of the betting ring, or anything to do about the betting ring, instead locking the infomation into her mind as she scampers back to the shared room to check if everyone is awake yet.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Meanwhile, back at Team 4's quarters... Elizabeth made her way to the team bathroom, still catching her breath a bit from the effort of hauling herself out of bed. She stares in the wall-mirror, holding her colossal gut in her paws... lost in thought. This felt so... weird to her. She was used to indulging, but this was different. She was... bigger, taller, stronger. Part of her should be disgusted, but... Ugh. With her business and self-reflection concluded, the blushing bear shelves her thoughts and half-waddles her way back into the living quarters of the group, looking at their own damage. Even if she took the brunt, Elizabeth wasn't alone-- that little one doubled in size! They were only a day in... what was going to be of them all by the time they left...?
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot woke up and put on a fancy looking silk dressing gown, which when she had packed it had fit well enough, but now was leaving more of her smooth skin on display... the silk belt just barely fastened in front of her expanded midsection... If she had any thoughts on her extra size, she showed nothing outwardly as she looked around at her roommates, picking up her large bag of shampoos, conditioners, soaps and other various skin and hair care products as she sauntered towards the bathroom... almost not noticing Elizabeth as she began her regular morning routine... "Oh!" She gasped as she finally noticed Elizabeth as she turned while opening her dressing gown, "Good morning... Elizabeth... right? Are you going to be using the bathroom for much longer?"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Oh, no, no. Just wrapping up. And... yes. Elizabeth. I'd ask to confirm, myself, but... well. Your name's been plastered once or twice at my businesses." Elizabeth gave a smile before briefly pausing to take in the new Margot Snackenhoffer, nibbling on her lip to hold back a whistle. This new experience, being with such... glowing women... she couldn't help but feel just a little allured. "So they got the better of you, too, out there, huh?"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"I prefer to say I got the better of them," Margot replies with a smug smile, "Nice to know that I've still got what it takes to win a good old fashioned eating contest..." Feeling relaxed and a little feisty Margot continues to disrobe with her back to Elizabeth, albeit more slowly... "Your businesses... which ones might they be?" She asks over her shoulder, the gown having fully exposed her shoulders and back...
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth sits in the doorway, trying to lay her eyes on anything other than the event unfurling before her... and failing, of course. Just as red as before. "I- ahem, I'm the owner of Repolarize, Liquoro, and Sphinx's. Mines, stone refinement, assembly... I try to own my entire process for jewel-making."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot let's out a soft gasp before turning, holding the silk gown against her heavy breasts, "Oh, of course! Elizabeth Sphinx herself!" She chuckles haughtily, "I hadn't the pleasure of meeting with you directly, but I was glad to be affiliated! I actually have a variety of your jewelry in my case to wear here!"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The bear puts the back of her hand to her lips, humming a flattered chuckle. That feeling never gets old... albeit an understandable surprise, coming from such a celebrity. "Oh, please, my ego's already bigger than I am... Though, I will say, all your live showcases, showing it all off... You really know how to show your glamour, Snackenhoffer."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot once again let's out her haughty chuckle, "Nonsense, you look great... Besides, women like us deserve a treat... we are worth it..." She smiles smugly, "As for my glamour, I just do what comes naturally... although to be fair, I have had years of practice at being this gorgeous..." She winks before her belly lets out a loud rumble, causing her to blush and giggle, "Well, sounds like it's time for breakfast, I should really get myself presentable..." She smiles teasingly, "If you don't mind..." She adds, turning around again and sashaying towards the shower, turning the water on and looking back over her shoulder...
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth's red deepens, eyes darting between Margot and anything else. She crosses her arms and mumbles to herself in response, trying to maintain the air of professionalism... again, poorly. "Right, right... you- ahem. Go ahead. We, ah... all need to be ready for that golden breakfast... I understand." Before she can finish things on a clean note, as her mind drifts to the idea of "breakfast", her stomach growls fiercely, Elizabeth freezes in place, her brain stammering as she looks for a response.
"Uh- pardon."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot chuckles to herself as she lets the gown fall further down, the magnificent silk resting on the shelf of her wide behind...
Lenore Kalaharus
—There’s a soft impact against the floor. From the other side of the room, Lenore, having just left the other bathroom, stares agape at the image of Margot half-undressed in the doorway. The impact of fabric was her own towel hitting the floor as it came unfurled in her suddenly loose grip, leaving her completely exposed - toned limbs (if a little softer now) leading up to a now-burgeoning gut that, by whatever mixed blessing it could be, covered her dignity as it bulged out from her middle. As two pairs of eyes turn slowly towards her, she freezes, transfixed by the eyes of two women that make her heart race. After a couple seconds of dumbfounded staring, her screaming subconscious crashes into her consciousness like a starliner through a china shop, and she sweeps her towel up off the floor to clutch it to her chest in the vaguest attempt at modesty. “Uh… morning. Miss Snackenhoffer. Elizabeth…”
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot blushes faintly before giggling, "Good morning..." She scanned her memory for a name but deciding the greeting alone was good enough, "Well... I suppose we are women here... I've certainly got nothing to hide..." With a simple flick she brushes the silk dressing gown from it's resting place on her ass shelf, letting it fall to the floor to reveal her rear view in all its splendor before sensually stepping into the water of the shower...
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth's breath hastens, looking between the two. Just getting to see such beautiful, soft bodies... The bear holds on desperately to her own dignity by trying not to stare and giving a silent, womanly nod... It doesn't help that even that small motion sends ripples through her soft, pillowy gut, which now completely obscures the first several feet in front of her… Plus… she had an extra burden to hide. One that made it harder to conceal than the average lady.
Ugh. This dress doesn't hide hard-ons very well. Thank god this gut covers most of the swollen rod of meat between her legs...
Sam Jukes
—A few rapid knocks herald the rearrival of Sam, followed by the doorvopening and closing with the bottom heavy bun appearing with her usual look of her skirt and shirt that looks rather tight compared to yesterday's outfit selection. "Hellooo is anyone else awake? Ah hi hai goodmorning its good to see you lot awake"
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore jumps at the knocks, frantically swiping up her clothes and rushing into the bathroom just as Sam comes bouncing into the room. “Morning, Sam! I’ll, um, I’ll be out in a minute, just… need to finish washing up.” Inside the bathroom, the lioness’s teeth bite into her fist as she presses herself against the door, legs shaking. So, so many feelings… and she still hasn’t had breakfast…
Sam Jukes
—"Ah that's alright, sorry for just disapearing i felt like exploring around while everyone was still asleep, and i think i discovered something i should not have by accident, hehe." sam takes a moment to look over the other two who are up for a moment, left ear flicking a little and jingling with her earrings. "Oh i KNEW i forgot something, i need a shower, . . Eh ill have it later.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot smiles to herself as she showers, well aware of what she was doing and very much wishing she could show all those young Pigstagram influencers that she clearly still has it... not that she had any doubt of course...
Margot took her time, soaping up her body, in amongst all her rolls... subtly enjoying the sensation and feeling... her tummy grumbling for food as it did every morning... although this was different, more intense... Perhaps yesterday's indulgence had unlocked more of the gluttony that her kind used to be known for... Or perhaps, she deserved to let herself go during this trip... it is the most exclusive resort in the galaxy after all... and she certainly deserves to treat herself...
Just over an hour later, Margot has finished showering, applying lotions, perfumes and an expertly done face of makeup... she squeezes herself into her favourite dress, an authentic Antonio Pancetta original... She looks through her jewelry box, which is almost a suitcase in itself, selecting a few select pieces while she waits for her group to finish getting ready...
Sam Jukes
—Sam looks to have gone around the room at least twice before claiming the soft corner chair, tablet in her hands as she is playing fluxy birds once again. Her hefty legs slowly swing back and forth, causing the substantial fat of her thighs and hips to wobble against her skirt.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore is now properly attired in her uniform (as best she can be) and is leaning against the window, staring out over the fields while deep in thought. “Why here? Of all places, why here? This place is vast and needs enormous amounts of staff, power and raw supplies… Why not put it closer to a city, where you could run it all in by magrail? Why put it a thousand miles from anywhere?” The sound of heavy movement from behind her brings her back into the present, and she turns to regard Elizabeth with a sympathetic smile. “I’ve got to say, Elizabeth, you’re taking all this in pretty well, especially, well… considering… yesterday. Oh, but if you need help with anything then let me know - “To Protect and Serve” doesn’t mean much if you don’t practice what you preach.” “And, truthfully, I’d love to serve you again…”
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The colossal bear does indeed thump her way in, joining the lion at the window upon her comments, giving a smile. She's still a bit flustered from earlier, shifting about in her spot while she gathers her words in response to Lenore. She was taking this well... Why wasn't she freaking out more? This was going to be disastrous for her if she's not careful... but... it wouldn't hurt to get to know people, right...? She's got days, after all. "I... well, it's only natural, needing to keep a calm head in a moment of competition." She raises her head high, presenting herself prideful before melting into her addendum. "...But I suppose yesterday did find me... impressed. I wouldn't mind your company, especially if something like that were to happen again... I've a feeling this place isn't quite what we expected."
A grin creeps up on her face at Lenore's finishing comment. "...And, you served me well. I might make you a personal hire."
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore's collected, calm smile melts slightly as she feels the full presence of the voluptuous bear gazing down at her. Tugging on the front of her shirt out of habit, she does her best to swallow her nerves and maintain a "professional" demeanour, even as her fidgeting elicits another hungry growl from her stomach. "Well, I... I'd have to see what you were offering, but... you could consider me interested. A-and you're right, this place is definitely not what we signed up for..." The hand that subconsciously settles against her new fattened middle, and the way her eyes wander ever so slightly down from Elizabeth's, seem to imply that she may not be all that troubled by the development.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Mmmph. The polar bear tilts her head, an audible huff coming from her. Everyone's just been changing so much, lately, and... just looking at her act like this, all nervous... soft... wanting... The lower half of Elizabeth's dress emits a curious groan. In a hushed panic, she changes her angle just away from Lenore, so as not to show her... tension. "W-well..." She starts, looking off to the side to hide her burning blush. "I'll get in touch with you after this... bout. Perhaps we can arrange something. I have planned vacancies, after all."
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore feels her ears perk up even at the mention of a possibility. To turn a dream, a fantasy even, into reality? Maybe it's just a dream, that she's being led on, that it's all playing into her hands... but even if it was, did she even care? The sudden groan causes the lioness to blink out of her trance, a nervous laugh escaping as Elizabeth turns away slightly. "Well how about we talk after breakfast, then? You sound just as hungry as I feel..."
Sam Jukes
—"Breakfast sounds great to be fully honest, really could go for a coffee right about now." Sam suddenly perks up from her seated position in the corner of the room, hopping off the comfortable chair as she flicks places the tablet that she has more or less claimed for herself under her shoulder. "Thinking of getting something filling before I head off to get my massages stuff at around 10 while it is mostly empty."
Amelia Lancaster
—'Cmon... just one more...' Amelia tells herself reaching across that gap, the mechanism holding her barely hanging in there. Of course she was going to try to get as much money out of this job as possible, a gal's got bills to pay and purchases to make the next job easier. Pure crystalized Flux, even some of the most advanced technologies wouldn't be able to find the scarce amount of impurities. She'll make millions off this job alone! Her gloved fingers finally reach the last and largest crystal of the bunch, pulling it out with ease as she- she feels the line snap! A sudden jerking motion starts to bring her down when-
Amelia jolts awake panting, her heart racing from such a vivid dream. Did that actually happen? And where..? Oh right... the resort... guess that too also wasn't a dream. No way in hell she'd put a bed like this on her ship. With a groan, the feline sits up stretching as she can hear the other gals getting on with their days, catching a few looks at them in reflections or as they walk by. She starts to sit up now, looking for her jacket and boots since she already had kept the suit on so as to not have to deal with it in the morning. Though... given she got up in a cold sweat, she might have to take a shower anyways for her own comfort. The cheetah rubs her eyes, looking to see if any of the showers were open to use or if she'd have to wait a bit.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore glances over towards the suddenly-awake Amelia and moves towards her instinctively, seeing the slight wildness in her eyes as she glances around and slipping into post-incident control training almost on instinct. "Whoa, Amelia, are you okay? It's alright, we're all still here... well, Ms Snackenhoffer's in the shower, anyway. You have a bad dream or something?" She doesn't get too close and takes a knee beside Amelia's bed, with only a brief moment's awkwardness - her newfound spare tire of a gut pushing up from underneath as it comes to rest on her raised leg.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia looks over to Lenore, going right back to her... well, mostly confident persona. Seems like the indulgence from last night kinda made that slip a bit. She eventually stands up, smirking a bit to the lioness as she quickly looks away. It... is a bit embarrassing, but the tiredness is keeping a blush at bay. "I'm doin' fine, don't worry about it. You know like... when you fall in a dream and you wake up to that feeling? That's all it was, no worries. We all still stickin to the plan for today's activities? Hope I didn't sleep through anything important..." She looks around for a moment to see if there's any drinks or such in the room. Something caffeinated would be great, but she doesn't imagine there would be something simple like a Ms. Coffee machine or something.
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—Sam had already lined a bedside-table with about 10 coffee drinks... 6 of which were already empty.
Sam Jukes
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"Didn’t know if you wanted a specific coffee so I got an Felano Classico for you lot, and a few for myself"
Lenore Kalaharus
—"Ah, I understand, hate those wake-ups... Well I think we're all headed down to breakfast together at the very least, but after that, who knows? I'm still interested in the casino, if you're game." Lenore can't help but crack a cheesy grin at her joke, then stands and steps back to let Amelia have her space. "Well, the second shower's free if you need it. Ms. Snackenhoffer's been in the other one for about an hour, so..."
Amelia Lancaster
—"Alright then, yeah! I shouldn't be too long in the shower. I don't uh... have any particularly long preparations myself for the day. Only thing that might hold me up a while is getting this damned suit back on. If you guys are headed out right away, I can just catch up with you at the buffet. I mean, unless you're planning on helping me with my suit." She chuckles as she grabs her stuff, thanking Lenore for pointing her to the other bathroom.
Lenore Kalaharus
—"I mean, I can if you want the help! I understand if that's a little too personal, but... " Lenore trails off as she realises what she's offered so brazenly. The pink still present in her cheeks, she clears her throat and steps away, checking her wrist implant as if to check some message or other. "Yeah, just... if you need me, I'm here."
Amelia Lancaster
—She certainly notices the very obvious excitement to help... but she doesn't push on it. Good to know that she seemed way too eager to help though, could pay off later at some point. But for now she chuckles again and nods, continuing towards the shower. "I'll let ya know if I do need something, don't worry. I gotta be a big girl though and try it myself first~" Yeah... big girl, definitely what she feels like right now with these extra pounds. Entering the bathroom and undressing takes a moment as she has to put in some effort to get the suit off like last night. She takes a moment to look through the various shampoos and body washes in one of the cabinets. Yeah she brought her own just in case, but there are SO many more options here than she thought there would be. She eventually decides on one she suprisingly recognizes. For the life of her, she doesn't think she'll be able to pronounce the name in her life, but it reminds her of some air fresheners she uses in the ship, smelling a bit like mixed berry and ozone. Not sure that's particularly 'fancy', but it's familiar to her. After some time, Amelia finally finishes, taking a little while to properly get dressed before heading out. Still can't get that zipper up all the way, but she imagines it might not be the worst thing in a place like this.
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A few hours later…
Team 4 finally entered the buffet wing. Even this early, there was already a bustle of activity across the court from restaurant to restaurant. Every team had seemed to have a day to find their favourite spots, so now everyone made straight shots to their preferred eateries. Margot drew a few glances here and there as you all walked through, both from maids, and from a few guests who recognized her from her... particular display the day prior. It was as if most people had convinced themselves it was all a weird dream, until they saw for themselves just how much the pig was currently filling out her dress. The same glances passed to Elizabeth, the massive polar bear almost seeming to shake the floor with each waddling step she took, her cane practically cracking the floor each time it landed. While she wasn't quite as recognized in the food court, it was almost certain that there'd been at least a few rumours spread about her display at the icecream bar... likely by Team 5. Before you all could even reach the elevator where your golden membership ticket would be collected, a heavy footfall landed behind you lot. The shape was so large it nearly eclipsed Sam as she turned around to face the massive, suited wolf woman. "Well, well... Team 4. After yesterday's performance, we thought you'd be in hibernation for the week." the wolf growled, her snobbish, aristocratic tone undermined by a clear resentment. Behind her, a lizard and pig helped a familiar turkey and gator that were pouring out of their clothes waddle along. Without a word, the turkey gave an annoyed look at you all, and the gator just bared her teeth in disgust. Of course Team 5 had found their way here.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth sneers back at the turkey, her gaze practiced and sharp... if not only a little faltered by her need to catch her breath. Even with a cane, this was turning into an insurmountable task... They had to walk for like, what, five whole minutes??? They should really work on accessibility out here... Despite her misfortunes, she retorts. "Yeah, yeah. Don't choke on it. They actually need you to chew your food out here."
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—The gator snarled at that comment, about to start lumbering forward, but the lizard and pig held her back. The turkey just looked offended and scoffed. "I chew sometimes!" he spat out, turning his head away in disgust with a speed that made the fat on his body jostle, some feathers ruffling. A few of the guests and maids awkwardly backed away as the tension rose, and the wolf, L'argent, took another heavy step forward, her massive paw pushed against Elizabeth's belly as she sneered. "Rich coming from the waterbed that got carted out yesterday..." she growls under her breath.
Sam Jukes
—Sam takes a step back, getting her left hand up to make a rough gauge to compare Elizabeth compared to the suited wolf. "Hm, everone got so big after the first day hehe." she giggles mostly to herself, taking a few more steps back and around the other group to claim a seat. "please dont start fighting until i get a coffee, a PROPER one, . . . uh please hehe?" She has a customer service smile, one that you pick up from aggravating calls and hostile people demanding HR for unreasoble reasons.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore takes the wolf by the wrist and purposefully lifts her hand away, glaring at her with a ferocity the others haven't borne witness to. "Ma'am, I need you to take a step back, please. This is not a fight you want to pick or have a chance to win. Why don't you help your barely-mobile associates to their seats, and we can forget this happened?"
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—L'argent turned her attention from Elizabeth over to Lenore as the lion laid a paw on her. She loomed over Lenore with a snarling maw, saliva dripping from bared fangs. "Tell you what... why don't you hand over those little golden passes, and I won't have to swallow you and that little runt rabbit over there like the pathetic Prey you are. How's that sound~?" she mused, the snarl making her lips curl at the corners into a mocking smile. Even Nellie got up at that, licking her lips, ready to lend a hand if it came to it.
Sam Jukes
—Sam flinches a bit, her smile faltering quite quickly into a pensive frown. "and I thought this was going to be a nice vacation for once, but one of your kind to spoil the mood. are you sure you want to do this? because you look like you could not catch a ball let alone a runt like myself." a mild shake is in her left leg, less fear and more coiling tension building up.
Narrator
—For as many maids as there were, you all couldn't help but notice how startlingly little security there was present. At least, not obvious security. Usually, in a place of such high class with so many high-society guests, there would be guards positioned on clear display at every single wall just to discourage rough-housing. As you spoke up, Sam, Nellie and L'argent practically surrounded you, the gator behind and the wolf looming over you in front. "My kind...?" she practically spits the words through her growl. Slowly, a paw the size of your torso descends towards you, and you yelp a bit as the wolf's claws sink into your rear. "You know, not a lot of rabbits out there with this much good meat on them~... Looks like you've been eating well~. I doubt you're in as good of shape as you seem to think... I could just eat you up~..." She lets those words rumble from her throat as she closes her claw a bit, the nails piercing the fabric of your skirt ever slightly, poking the slightest hole through the tight material. Nellie and L'argent looked Sammy up and down as if they were viewing a baked treat in a window, licking their lips hungrily. Danny, the turkey, merely sat at his bench near the nacho court, grabbing the cheese hose and overloading his mountain of nachos with a nauseating amount of cheese as he rolled his eyes in disgust. "Ugh, Predators..." he huffed under his breath, crossing his legs with dignity. Meanwhile, Hissih, the lizard, practically dropped to all fours. In the best shape, he seemed ready to pursue after Sammy if she made a run for it. Mary, the pig, awkwardly glanced around, unsure whether she should lend a hand in such violence or go grab help. So instead, she just stayed standing there, sheepishly entering into some sort of kung-fu stance, as if unsure how to actually fight.
Sam Jukes
—She does not let out even a squeak, a bit of a mad grin splitting her face even with her ass getting such a rough squeeze. "daw you know how to tease a lady like myself, But dont you think that maybe Roughhousing right here, right now is not exactly a good idea is it? how about you leave us be with our Earned lot hmm, oh and I would not want you getting hurt from my lovely friends hmm, or worse, losing points for being such a bad guest hmm?" her voice does not carry a smugness to it at all, she is not exactly intimidating but her voice holds a rather serious intensity to it. She then, not so much pushes off the claws on her ass, and instead just slips out of the wolf's grip to step back to her group. "Also, if you wanted to cop a feel you could have just asked, so rude…"
Amelia Lancaster
—After some time (and a little bit of getting lost due to checking out some of the decor), Amelia makes her way to the buffet, looking around for a moment before noticing Sam and some other teammates. And boy does it look pretty heated in there. Heh, guess it's a good thing they let you keep some iron in here with such little security, keeps each other in check. Amelia approaches, crossing her arms as she gets to the small crowd that's formed. Teams were formed for ensuring the safety of each other, right? So she imagines that if something were to go down, both of them would get docked. Us for losing a member, them for eating ‘em. Besides, Amelia just wants to stick it to those assholes anyways, even if they delayed her from eating more yesterday by a little bit. "Is there a problem, folks? Didn't realize we were getting into fights this early in the morning, thought we'd have the decency to wait until an actual competition." She grins a bit, glancing at Sam as she stops next to her. Hopefully having more of the team here might deter further conflict for the time being.
Narrator
—Sam, before Nellie blocks your path, even despite a bit of extra slowness to your movements, you manage to scurry between her legs and escape the barricade of animals. The gator just growls, clearly realizing she'd be too slow to commence chase on her own. L'argent snarls at Amelia as the cheetah blocks the path to the rabbit. "You're in the way of my breakfast, you rubber-wrapped balloon. Out of my way. Though, I've never tried cheetah before. Wouldn't exactly mind giving it a taste if I was pushed." she growls, flexing her claws.
Amelia Lancaster
—The drifter chuckles again, stretching a bit as her muscles are still a little sore from the sudden weight she's put on before staring down L'argent. She knows for a damn fact she isn't that great at intimidation, but she tries to shoot for reasoning with this massive wolf as best she can. "Heh, asking me out on a date or somethin’? Can't say I've had a gator gal eat me out before, but there's a first for everything, right? But seriously though? Trying to eat some poor bunny in public like this? You do realize how many people are looking over at us right? This is quite the scene we're making right now. Let's just say for a moment you did catch her, swallow her up, and go on with the rest of this little vacation. One, that's not going to look great on you or your team. Especially since we're... I don't know... on the homeworld of the cows? And what makes you think they won't instantly get some real security in here to at least kick you out, or at worst see if the Dominion's way of thinking might actually work." Amelia hopes that bringing up such touchy subjects like the clash of ideology between the Alliance and Dominion will draw even more eyes, affirming her previous point. "Two, if you're upset about losing out to us yesterday, what makes you think eating another one of the guests won't dock your team's score. And three, looks like some of your other teammates aren't too fond of you threatening to, and even ATTEMPTING to make a meal out of another prey animal. Not sure they're gonna be willing to cooperate as easily now that you've shown your true colors. Now... are we going to relax and play nice? I'd rather sort out our differences in the INTENDED ways at this resort."
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L'argent wasn't thinking by logic right now. It was either hunger, or ego calling the shots. And right now, both of them were getting pissed off with being preached to by these smug animals from Team 4. "They can send in whoever they want, but they won't get to me before I've swallowed you like the smug little shit-faced snack you ar-" she snarls, putting a claw to your waist to size you up to devour. However, the others see how quickly things are escalating, and it seems your comments definitely intimidated at least a few of them. Even Nellie backs off, giving Sammy some space, and the rest of L'argent's team all pulls her back a bit from Amelia. "It's not worth it, L'argent. Let's just... try to enjoy the resort and not think about it." Mary pipes up. "Danny's getting hungry. Let's find a nice place to eat." The wolf just snaps under her breath, huffing about the useless turkey always being hungry. But finally, she gives in, and follows after her team, but she shoots a sly little smirk at Amelia. "Yeah. Let's all just settle things the way the resort intended." she remarks under her breath, before finally leaving. At last, you all were safe and sound, no longer blocked from the entranceway to the elevators. Little by little, the crowd that had been drawn parted and stopped their staring, going back to their bustle throughout the resort.
[You all receive 1 General Point for handling the situation with such diplomacy.]
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia looks back to the others once they begin to leave. The number 1 important thing of getting out of a heated situation like that is not to rub it in or be smug about it, that's typically how the guns get drawn. And boy she was already just about to. "Sam, you alright? They didn't actually hurt ya, did they?" She walks back over to the rest of the group, straightening out her jacket a bit as she joins them proper.
Sam Jukes
—She is panting a bit, a bit of a tremor that mixes into her frame. "S-Sorry, I-I sorta escalated that I… sorry." The adrenaline in her system seems to be leaking out of her and she looks far less full of bravado. A small spark of fear that mingles with prey instincts. "j just dug up some bad stuff and I could not stop myself. n not actually hurt unless a slight tear on my skirt."
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore is shaking a little, still keeping her eyes fixed on the retreating party. She should've been able to shut that down, to get them to back off... she was a trained officer, for fuck's sake! She should have had this in the bag... She glances down at the state of her uniform, how she's less wearing it and more wrapped in it, and the state of her body, now filled with more soft plush than ever... She'd admonish Sam for her escalation if she had the steel in her spine, but right now she's barely in any position to talk. All she can do is turn to Amelia and give her a shaky nod of thanks. "Thanks Amelia, was worried that was going to get heated very quickly there... and sorry I wasn't much use. I was hoping she'd have seen the badge and backed off a little, but I guess here that's not going to matter much at all..."
Amelia Lancaster
—"You're all fine, and yeah... now that you mention it... didn't even seem to notice at all the badge... Either they thought it was some roleplay thing or didn't even notice in the heat of the moment..." Or they truly believe that it's a free for all in here... maybe it is and that's why she wasn't scared to be so confrontational? Definitely not the best though... she was hoping for at least some amount of civility in her, but guess it's back to her wild space mindset for the stay. They'd better not need to sleep in shifts after this... "C'mon, let's just get some breakfast. Can't wait to see what Sam and Margot won us, right?"
Sam Jukes
—"Y-Yeah, uhm I think it’s an exclusive place and well we won the first one so there shouldn’t be too many people up there! We’ll have it mostly to ourselves." her ears flop, but she shakes herself up to try to get the last of the fear out of her composure. "It should taste amazing with how good the food that we had to gorge ourselves to win it hehe."
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—One by one, you all step forward to the maids in front of the elevator entrance. As you each hand over a golden pass, they each clip them and toss them aside, writing "Team 4" on the clearance screen to head up to floor 2. They step aside, letting you each on. You're all a bit surprised to see the size of the elevator. It looked more like an industrial lift from the sheer size of it, almost an entire room in its own right. Slowly, it rose, until the doors finally opened to floor 2, with a message of "Gold Plus Member status required for floor 3 clearance." There was FAR less bustle going on up here. Only a handful of teams and guests had been allowed clearance up to floor 2 already, compared to the DOZENS of animals bustling around downstairs. It seemed the buffet wasn't the ONLY way to get clearance. Unless they'd held further competitions the day prior. Even still, it was far more exclusive than what was below. However, despite the less guests, there were just as many shops. Rather than predominantly gourmet and mall-food-court style cuisine, this floor seemed to have everything from country and homestyle cooking, to the sleeziest, greasiest diners, to the absolute pinnacle of marble-wall gourmet dining. As far as breakfast options, two places immediately jumped out: A fancy bakery establishment that read "Céline's", a curvaceous chicken in a fancy dress and apron lining the counter with small display cakes and pastries. And a much more humble, homestyle establishment that read "Pam's Pancake House", a large hippo woman calling a few orders to the staff behind her that worked the massive pancake batter machine, lining a buffet table with stacks of plump, fluffy pancakes of various types to serve with syrup and toppings at the little overhead buffet bar.
Elizabeth, Amelia, and Sam, you three moved towards the restaurants as Margot and Lenore stayed behind, glancing around at the options around the lobby.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth looks between the two establishments, the last encounter still hanging in her head. Even after letting the others act accordingly, there was a part of her that felt that she should've chipped in more... she definitely could've scared off the group if she wanted! Trying to shrug off her idleness, the polar bear tries to distract herself with the idea of... "Cakes..." The word slips out of her head and off her tongue into the group.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia's ears perk as Elizabeth slips up, looking back to her with a confused look. "Say somethin? Didn't quite hear ya." Though she wasn't too keen on cakes right now... PANcakes definitely sounded like a good idea. When even was the last time she's had em? Either way, she was gonna see what a luxury version of them tasted like for sure. She begins to walk with the group, only splitting off as some go for the pastries, some to the pancakes.
Sam Jukes
—Sam is already walking her way to the pancake buffet, her eyes once again wide open with wonder as she looks at the selection, her tail twitching a bit between her enormous buns. "Oooh these look so good, and the smell, the smell reminds me of mum's home cooking." She looks like she is almost over the scare previously, vibrating with excitement again.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Having noticed the team's growing interest towards the pancake house, Elizabeth takes notice and decides to stay together... After all, even if this was an exclusive zone, there was no doubt in her mind that there were more shady characters about. As she waddles her way to the establishment, her feet thump on the ground, almost as if it were a message: "We're shutting down this joint, too". Leaning down to her best ability, the bear studies the cakes before her, squinting... and, of course, ignoring her gargantuan gut's growling for sustenance.
Narrator
—As Sam hops over, Amelia close behind, the hippo, presumably the 'Pam' herself, glances over with a smile. "Well, hey there, you little-" the word trails off a bit as her eyes follow downward, seeing just how much the 'little rabbit' widens out further down. "-shortstack.... ahem! How'sa goin' this morning? Can I getcha a table?" she says, putting the warm smile back on, flipping her spatula between her chubby fingers as she drums her other hand against the counter, waiting for the pancakes behind her on the griddle to be ready to flip.
Sam Jukes
—"Oh the morning got way better now that I am here, I think a table would be lovely to grab." Sam takes a moment to look up at Elizabeth, a smile coming to her face as she reaches over to pat her gut with a giggle. her own stomach letting out a hungry gurgle from only being fed sugary coffee, now demanding a proper meal from her pudgy belly. "Elizabeth here looks like she is really craving some good stuff hehe. and uh so am I, not as much but hehe."
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—The woman nods along, trying not to look intimidated by the large polar bear that outsized even her. She marks something down on a... simple old pencil and paper. It was strange seeing something so... non-digital in here. "Okay, that's just perfect, sweetie! Should I get you folks set up at the pancake bar so you can go build yourself a stack? Or would you prefer access to the back so you can make your own pancakes? I'm sure you know, but we can turn just about ANYTHING into a pancake here. All you gotta do is toss anything you want into the maker, and you can have it as a flavour! Strawberries, chocolate chips, hell, even... bacon or something." She grimaces her teeth and glances over at Margot strutting by the shop. "No offense, of course!" Bacon in the Starlane was rarely ever made of actual pigs, but it was still considered rude to discuss it in the company of them.
Sam Jukes
—Sam hops left to right on the tips of her feet, the normal stance for almost all rabbits abound, her hips and thighs jiggling as she excitedly looks over the entire offered lot. "oooh, I kinda sorta would like to make a few of my own, chocolate chip sounds amazing to have right about now, though i should mix some other stuff in too, like uh uh green beans."
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth takes to Sam's belly patting... surprisingly passively. She grumbles, looking off to the side in a light flush of embarrassment before returning her focus to the point of conversation. "Mmmph... chocolate chip and banana pancakes don't sound bad... maybe some maple syrup, some crumbled cookies on top, served with buttered cinnamon sticks, maybe a..." She trails off, mumbling an egregiously long and... frankly, unrealistic order, not even thinking of the fact she would've never ordered something this big outside of this resort...
Narrator
—The woman just gives a small laugh, and gestures for you both to follow to the back. "You might be surprised to hear we've got all of that, and more." she chimes as she waddles along, loosening her apron for a bit to let her breathe while she wasn't behind the stove. She opens the door to the back of the restaurant, and invites you all to step inside. Back here, a combination of maids were working the machines, making the standard, normal-flavour pancakes to line the buffet with. And beside them, a few guests were back here. From the screens above that said 'Now Serving:', it seemed this was Team 9. While it was a bit cramped for larger animals, back here was a technological wonder. To the left wall, a fifty-foot-spanning wall of whirring machines and pancake mixers churned out a never-ending supply of batter across the glass displays, so you could follow exactly where your custom-made pancake was being sent to. And all along the other wall, more ingredients than one could ever expect to put in a pancake. Fruits, vegetables, spices, even savoury things like bacon, sausages... and entire cheeseburgers.
It was as if every item from the buffet could just be tossed into the pancake mix to be turned into a custom-flavoured pancake of anyone's choosing. All along the left, there were open chutes where you dumped in plates of ingredients to be turned into pancakes, whisking it off into the machine to be combined with the batter. Sam, you spotted a rabbit woman in a pantsuit and pencil skirt who looked rather unamused by the novelty of the machine, simply tossing in a few carrots for her own pancake and calling it a day. Elizabeth, you spotted a large-figured brownbear with blue-dyed hair that seemed EAGER to cram any sweets she could into pancakes of her own... chocolate chips, cookies... icecream?? How did you put icecream in a pancake?! Margot, you spotted a particularly brainiac-looking type. A female mouse in a medical lab coat who seemed to be following her team around, muttering something about the health consequences of a machine like this. Amelia, you spotted a silver leopard with black and blue spots, most of which hardly seemed like organic fur, especially with the number of other augments across her body. Various parts of her seemed replace with small bits of metal and cybernetics, that, luckily, seemed organicly-suited enough to stretch along with her size, as it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell by her outfit that the leopard had put on a few pounds... And finally, Lenore, you spotted a mercenary-type. A pale rat who didn't seem to be taking much of this as seriously as the rest of her team, but you could tell by the smile on her face that she was just looking for a way to get into trouble. But, at least for now, she just settled for dumping a frankly irresponsible amount of different cheeses into her pancake chute.
Sam Jukes
—Sam is immediately enraptured by the selection, Skipping off to start loading up a plate with green beans, carrots, a wad of mashed potato and finally to finish it off, a bit of maple syrup to douse the whole lot in a malaise of sugary goodness before then hopping her way off to the chute next to the rabbit to dump her haul of excessive greens mixed with starch and sugar into the chute next to the other bunny. "whoa, this thing looks so amazing, smells amazing too right?" her energy is high in the sky again, a smile plastered on her face that just screams overexcited.
Narrator
—The rabbit raised a brow as she looked over at you, Sammy. In almost every single way, she seemed as if she were your direct opposite. A slightly cold demeanour, low energy, long, floppy ears, beige fur, and, hilariously enough, a direct opposite figure, with ENORMOUS breasts that strained against the buttons of her top compared to her relatively petite figure. "Hm? Oh... yes. I, suppose it's... somewhat impressive. If you're struggling to keep up with the modern novelty machines of the sixth century." she says with a snooty, ill-contained scoff of a laugh. "Who doesn't love the smell of a steam-filled sweatshop intermingling with their breakfast?" she added off-handedly as she dumped two more carrots in... making... extra certain to wait a fair while after you dumped in your plate to ensure it wouldn't be mixed with yours.
Sam Jukes
—"Well it's nice to have a bit of a different perspective now and then? it is quite the novelty I must admit for a secretary like myself. glass and steel grows boring if you see it too much." a bit of a giggle escapes her as she looks over her Inverted doppelganger. her earrings clinking against each other a bit before she schools herself into a slightly calmer demeaner, her smile however not remotely letting up at all. "hehe we look so similar, oh oh let me guess, you work nightshifts, late hours and prefer decaf coffee? ack i did it again, I’m sam, nice to meet you."
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—She almost looks at your outheld hand as if a wild animal had just run up to her, using her plate to shield herself from you as you move suddenly towards her. Slowly, she lowers the plate with a sigh, rolling her eyes. "Renne. You... probably shouldn't put coffee beans in the mix if you're this hopped up." she remarks, before glancing over, and seeing that, in fact, wasn't one of the additions to your plate, scrunching up her nose. "Unless you're just... like that." she awkwardly adds.
Sam Jukes
—"Nah coffee beans are for a drink, who would eat coffee powder? hah uhm sorry, Just seeing new things gets me just as excited as having a few of those extremely good coffees haha, pretty sure they are made with some kind of synthetic extract cause I have tried stuff all the way up to Deathwish stuff and yet it still beats it." She pauses for a moment again as she starts getting her stack of 4 pancakes of starchy sweet and savoury foodstuffs together and stacked up, making extra sure to make them thick, tall and indulgently fluffy, her tail vibrating quite a bit, on top of the earthquake her hips and rear seems to be going through with her in place hops. "Oh did you know there is a gym here? It's a bit weird how they did not mention it even though it's attached to the massage clinic area hehe."
Narrator
—Renne starts to leave, but as she sees you collecting your pancakes and ready to go, she lingers behind... seemingly preferring to not find a seat right beside you, even if it means awkwardly standing around to make distance. However, seeing as you don't seem to take the hint, it seems she's just... locked herself into further conversation. "The gyms? You... do realize that any of the maids will tell you that if you ask them about what's here, right? They just put the more indulgent options on the ad screens because they know it'll garner the most attention. And it'll be booked up the fastest. There's quite a lot of... indulgent individuals at a resort like this." She says the remark in a very pointed tone, glancing down at the pooch of a belly slipping out from under your button-up and the hips that strained that poor skirt below.
Sam Jukes
—"Ah, makes sense, . . .welp hope you enjoy your pancakes because I know I am going to have a good one, maybe see you again somewhere else?." Still disgustingly jubilant, she sets off, deciding to not pick up on the pointed tone at all as she scampers off at her regularly disrespectful speed with pancakes in hand, going back to the previously grabbed table to sit herself down, waiting for the others to finish building their own stacks.
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Sam, you practically skip past Renne to your table, leaving the rabbit with a relieved smile as she's finally free... only to have that smile melt away as she sees you're sitting at the table right next to their assigned table, her paws gripping the platter tightly as she stomps over and sits down, praying you somehow don't notice.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth looks at the scenario before her, blinking profusely at the concept. I mean, I suppose it... KIND of makes sense... and an icecream pancake sounded more than appetizing. Regardless, her gut made the decision before her, almost puppeting the once-sharp businesswoman to making a decision and opting for her dream breakfast. After all, yesterday was a show of might! This is her own cheat day, no matter what her overwhelming stature omitted. With a haughty huff, the business bear waddles her way to get her collection of sweets to make into her "once-in-a-lifetime" pancakes.
Narrator
—Elizabeth, as you entered the supply line, you naturally fell in beside the other bear of the room, both of you lingering around the delicious sweets and desserts to toss into the chute. Especially considering she, aside from being a few feet shorter and a couple hundred pounds lighter, sported a similar physique. "Hi! Oh, careful- Those cookies are still warm. Do you mind if I squeeze past you and grab a few?" she chimed awkwardly, trying not to make too much of a squished-tight pile up as she reached past you for a few more to dump in. "Sorry! Hope I didn't bump you too much! Dawn, by the way!" she said, holding out a chubby paw to you, without even looking away from her stacking-high platter that she gave one last glance-over to see if it was ready to toss in.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth gives a charmed chuckle and waves her idle paw as she herself dishes up on chocolate chips, brownies, caramel, rum sauce... The list goes on. Elizabeth's platter is almost to the point it's become uncomfortable to carry. "Oh, dear, don't worry yourself. I'd have done the same and made you a pancake. Elizabeth, by the way. A pleasure to see I'm not the only ursan here." She stops for a moment, looking at the bear and drifting in thought. Could've sworn she recognized this bear from somewhere…
Narrator
—Dawn just laughs at that, dumping her plate and offering to help with yours... before going right back to seeing what other options she can get from the wall. It seemed as if she weren't going anywhere until every dessert from this wall was slapped into that open chute. "Oh my god, your last name isn't Sphinx is it? I KNEW you looked familiar! My mom got me a ring from your store! I love supporting ursine businesses! Not a lot of them out in the Starlane. I never would've expected to see YOU here! What brought you all this way? Aren't you super busy?" she asked, a bit of starstruck in her voice as she helps you fill your plate anew. Though, she couldn't help but look you up and down a couple times. Wow, she's bigger in person than she looks in the ads!
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia happens to make her way next to the leopard when in the creation process of some pancakes. Though the idea of having some meat and breakfast proteins for a wakeup does sound pretty good... she'd rather stick to something normal. If normal was even a concept in this place. She just decides to go with a simple but fun mix of blueberries and chocolate chips, nothing wrong with mixing two classics, right? As the machine is making her stack of 3, she looks over to the silver leopard, putting on a friendly smile to her. "Heya... quite the resort here, huh? Can't say that I've willingly indulged this much before in my life. Name's Amelia! And you?"
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—The leopard glances over, almost caught off guard by your friendly demeanour. Or even... disturbed. Something about her slow, careful movements almost seemed as if she were completely foreign to civilization. And being surrounded by... so much of it, seemed to put her on edge. "Tamsin." she finally answers in a robotic monotone. "Tamsin Steelclaw. Indulgence is... common among the people here, I have heard. I am... sure that yours is not out of place." she says slowly without looking up from her plate. Her own ingredients seemed... well, pretty aimless, frankly. It looked as if she were systematically just grabbing everything that appeared in order and putting it in the chutes one at a time just to see what it made.
Amelia Lancaster
—The cheetah smiles a bit, looking around to the others briefly before looking to see the progress of her own pancakes. She watches as Tamsin experiments with the machines here, could be interesting to see what she ends up deciding on, but the longer she stays in here after her plate is ready... the more tempted she'll be to agree with herself that one more pancake couldn't hurt. "Heh, I suppose so. Just not used to it all, think a bit of competitiveness got the better of me yesterday. Can't say I'm 100 percent willing to gulp down ice cream straight from a nozzle again. What about you? What sort of things did you end up doing yesterday?"
Narrator
—Amelia, as you addressed Tamsin, she glanced over, nodding in agreement to your remarks. "Yes. There is a lot of sugars and fats in your body at the moment. You must have ingested far more calories than necessary yesterday." she confirms, as if she'd just done a medical scan on you. However, she slows her speech as you ask what she did. "I have been following the orders of the group to 'do my own thing' after they led me here to the buffet wing. I have eaten, and..." she trails off, thinking for a moment. Had she... really done nothing else? "...eaten." she adds awkwardly, glancing down, as if not having taken a moment to notice how much... thicker she was looking. Was she even hungry for breakfast? In stark contrast to the fancy clothes of many of the guests, the leopard's outfit was very strange for her technologically-advanced augments. Tamsin wore downright tribal-looking loincloths and wrappings and trinkets. It didn't leave a great deal to the imagination, and showed off just how much damage was slowly being done to her figure.
Amelia Lancaster
—"Feels like there's a lot of them in my body, that's for sure. Do I even want to find a scale to get some exact numbers?" Amelia blushes a bit as she realizes that eventually curiosity is going to take over and force her to figure it out. What's the number she saw last time she used a scale? Something between 140 and 150 lbs? She listens to Tamsin recall what she did yesterday, a worrying feeling hitting her as she explains what she's been doing. Is gluttony contagious here or something? "Guess that seems to be everyone's idea of doing their own thing around here. Honestly, now I'm curious if there's a single guest here that hasn't put on any noticeable weight so far. Had a hell of a time last night as this morning getting back into my fraggin suit." She can't help but admire the very... exhibitionist nature of the gal's outfit. Clearly it held some value to her to choose it instead of something with protection or to at least completely cover up, but it's very obvious that it wasn't meant to show off her growing figure.
Narrator
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Tamsin takes a moment to register your words. Had she really... gotten bigger...? However, your follow up question seemed to be a good distraction for her. "You are currently 202.4 lbs. For a female cheetah of your height, you are currently on your way toward obesity." she said, as if she were some sort of coin-operated medical console reading out your results. "Not everyone has had such changes affect them. Two of my compatriots, Renne and Doctor Takina, have both maintained their weight vaguely consistently. However, Dawn and Alice have grown outside of their usual parameters... and... myself." she adds awkwardly, putting a hand down on the fur-covered-belly that spilled out from her wrappings.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia blushes immensely at the bluntness of Tamsin. She supposes that she was able to do that scan, it's not too surprising that she would answer a question like that so quickly. But then her mind immediately goes back to that weight! "W-Woah, 202?! T-That's like... 50 to 60 pounds larger! There's no way I ate that much ice cream yesterday, r-right?" Amelia blushes even more, the 'ding!' of her pancakes being done causing her to jump for a second. Now she's questioning herself if she even wants to keep eating... But her stomach is growling... it seems needier for breakfast than usual. And she sure as shit doesn't want to find out if she'll start feeling even weaker than usual if she's running on an empty stomach. Though hearing about Renne and this Doctor Takina is a bit relieving... although that addition of 'vaguely' gets her to worry again. The cheetah grabs her pancakes, giving them one last look before returning her gaze to Tamsin. "Well... looks like my food is ready. I'd love to keep chatting with you, but I really shouldn't let temptation cause me to make another one. Nice talkin to you, maybe we'll see each other again?"
Narrator
—Tamsin just nods along, seemingly ignorant to your panic. "Very well. Enjoy your breakfast, Amelia." she said plainly. Without even thinking, she seems to return to find the next ingredient to toss in and make another pancake. It was as if, as soon as she was no longer looking at her own body, she went right back to making more food without thinking about it, as if she were some sort of computer running a script that someone had forgotten to turn off.
Amelia Lancaster
—"Yeah, you too... Good luck with your experimentation with the pancakes." She makes her way out of the kitchen now, looking to the larger hippo woman as she exits with a question. "I might have missed it inside, but you have syrup and butter for the pancakes here, right? Or would they be at the tables themselves?"
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—Pam glances over from her own work with a raised brow. "Oh! The syrups, toppings, and everything else by the pancake bar counter are free to take as you please! Use any of them you want for your stack, sweetheart!" she says with a boisterous, warm tone, before tasting a mixture in a bowl, and shouting something at one of the maids, who had, presumably, messed up the taste.
Amelia Lancaster
—"Ah, thanks. Sorry to bother ya." She decides to grab a thing of syrup for the group's table if there's more than one of the same, as well as a small dish of the butters to bring to wherever everyone else was seated.
Sam Jukes
—Sam, Oblivious to Renne starts to bite into her top pancake, wanting to eat one of her pancakes before the others arrive to give it a try as it remains as hot and tasty as possible, her hips wiggling back and forth in her seat, and then waves to Amelia "Mmm I hope that this is as good as I thought it would be hehe, OH hi Amelia look this is our table, nice spot right?"
Narrator
—Sam, you start to wave Amelia down, practically bouncing in your seat as you both settle in with your pancakes... despite Amelia seeming less than thrilled about her breakfast. You start tearing into yours, delighting in the flavour of such.... unique pancakes. However, you don't get to enjoy too much of them before you glance back at the batter wall across the restaurant... and see a golden card shoot past quickly, stirred up in the batter, and shot right along past Margot as she looked over her options carefully.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia smiles a bit at Sam's excitedness, though what Tamsin had told her is still lingering in her head. She takes a seat, seeming to shift straight into gossip mode. "Fifty to Sixty pounds in one day?! That gal doesn't seem to be the type to fuck with people for no reason, b-but that can't be right... right?" Amelia puts down the syrup and butter dish, taking 3 of the packets for each pancake and letting the butter melt for a little bit before applying a reluctant amount of syrup. It's enough to mix with the pancakes pretty well, but doesn't leave too much of a noticeable pool at the bottom like she would have as a child. Afterwards she takes smaller bites, though her hunger keeps her at a steady pace. "Oh hey, Sam. Y-Yeah, it's a nice spot. Say, did you notice if they had a coffee machine somewhere? Hell, any sort of beverage island would be nice right about now."
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—Amelia awkwardly picks around at her pancakes. You had to admit, they were pretty great. But suddenly, you didn't have as monstrous of an appetite after that last conversation. Especially as you got a bit distracted by Sam's odd look around the room, clearly not really in the conversation.
Sam Jukes
—"Nope no coffee around here except a coffee area over there, its where I got some of the more interesting info while I was exploring while you were all asleep–I just saw something shiny in the batter!" Sam gets up from her seat and hurries over to where she saw it, looking down before quickly making another pancake. "Wanna help me out to get it, surely we can get it if we make enough pancakes…"
Narrator
—Amelia, you couldn't even speak up in time. As soon as Sam loudly announced the 'shiny thing in the batter', almost the entire other team glanced up, looking over at the machine. Slowly, everyone began to crowd around, heads moving and turning about until, one-by-one, each and every animal in there began to lock on to where it slipped around.
Amelia Lancaster
—The realization of how much she gained yesterday also isn't helping her appetite out a whole lot, though Sam's curious expression is distracting her from a decent breakfast for a little bit. Then her sudden excitement about something gold falling in gets her... nervous again. "Something shiny? You sure about that? Also, you realize it's probably a dick move to JUST make the pancakes for... well, whatever it is you saw. Cuz there's no way I'm gonna be able to eat enough pancakes to properly see if we get it..." But then she notices everyone seeming to crowd around, also interested due to Sam's shouting about something gold. "...Or maybe it'll be a little easier if everyone's gunning for it. Lemme finish these up and I'll help you out with that, b-but definetly ask the others too if they get over here if I'm gone, ok?"
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—In order to get over there as fast as possible, you both bite the bullet and down the stacks you'd already assembled. Amelia, you were suddenly grateful you hadn't filled the platter to the limits. +3 Fullness, +3 lbs. Sam, you'd gone... a bit more enthusiastic on your first order, but you luckily managed to use the adrenaline to get them down quickly. +2 Fullness, +4 lbs.
Sam Jukes
—"Mmh damn these are so goood, damn it going again for another one, gonna stop at 4 eaten in total" grabbing another pancake she gets to work nomming it down in a fast and jittery manner.
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—Sam, you quickly make your way back into the kitchen area, the flame of competition returning. This time, you don't put quite as much care into what ingredients go into the pancake. You just toss 'em in the chute, and get to the end of the machine at the conveyor belt where the pancakes come out, ready to tear into each plate as it comes... quickly scanning each one for a golden card.
Amelia Lancaster
—'Ugh... wish I had something to drink BEFORE she shouted out about that gold thing... oh well...' Amelia looks around quickly to see what she should do with her place. Leave it for a server to pick up? Use it for another round? Either way, she decides to head over to that batter machine, looking to what machines connect and she can use to potentially get it. Hopefully Team 9 and others here are the respectable kind of competitor. She decides to go with buttermilk this time for the pancakes, her logic being that there's a better chance a liquid won't leave any empty spaces that could be filled with just the little bit of extra batter that gets her that gold... thing, whatever it was Sam pointed out. She also decides to take 5 this time, these pancakes definitely sitting a lot better than that ice cream from yesterday.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Oh, dear, you know how to flatter a woman~." The bear flaps her hand, haphazardly dishing up sweet after sweet as the two chat and not paying any mind to what she's going to be responsible for. "I suppose I just had to get away from things, is all. So many new projects these last few months... Not easy being the best jewelry chain on this side of the space..." Elizabeth couldn't help but notice Dawn's observation of her, and something... clicked. Something was different about that look. Something that she liked. The sheer surprise on her face... to see a crowd of faces look just like that. The bear gives a toothy grin, lost in thought... and still piling.
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—Elizabeth, as you returned the look to her, Dawn went a bit red in the cheeks as you seemed to catch her mid-thought. And then, the chaos stirred. Before she could give a proper reply, their whole team poured in, surrounding the machine, and getting to work. You couldn't overhear a great deal, but you heard them pass along the word to Dawn to "get eating, there's a prize" and "Gold Plus Member Pass". That sounded rather familiar. Just in time, you glanced over to see it slip by a glass tube, pulled into the unknown of the machine.
Sam, you don't even take the stacks back to the table. You just try to not get shoved out of the way by the other animals that crowd around you from the other team, and eat right there at the conveyor. You did what you could to make up for your small size, knowing very well that the bigger animals could eat FAR faster than you. So, you did whatever you could. You folded pancakes in half to stuff multiple in your mouth at a time. You brought syrup with you to water them down into a sugary paste that you could practically drink off the plate. Whatever it took! Your gulping, biting, and muffled mouthfuls joined the symphony of noises around you... and you were so focused that you barely noticed how much you were on your tippy toes, bent over the conveyor belt, ass hanging out of a skirt that slowly seemed to roll up the tiniest bit with each emptied plate... +7 Fullness, +18 lbs.
"Grrrrgrle....Mnnfh! Hompf! Glp!"
And yet, still no card came...
Amelia, you... less than eagerly approach the bench, lining at the conveyor belt, awkwardly glancing around at those who had you surrounded on all sides. You tried not to think too much about eating in front of them, and just quickly tossed your ingredients in the chute, and leaned over, following suite after Sammy and just eating there at the belt. "Glp...glk...hompf! BRUURRRP! Gulp-...nnfh!"
The cascade of sounds of gluttony made you disturbed. Especially after hearing your own weight. The number practically bounced around in your head, nauseating you with every bite. Past the 200 mark... approaching obesity. It made your fur stand on end to hear it put in such... medical terms. Your tail flicked behind you in annoyance as the words played in your head. Syrup dripped down your chin. You tried not to pay attention to the stickiness across your... rather exposed cleavage. The card was worth it. The card was worth it. Another mouthful. Another bite sliding down your throat. Filling your stomach. Sitting like a rock... probably adding another pound by now. You ate and ate, going through a few plates with, to your dread, STILL no card. God... your suit was feeling tight. So much for a 'light breakfast'. Eugh... +7 Fullness, +20 lbs.
To distract yourself, you kept your ears pointed, hearing the whispering and muttering of those around you.
Dawn was practically gorging herself at the conveyor belt, her masses of pancake orders finally coming out. It hardly looked as if she were searching for the ticket, but she was definitely their main competitor. Meanwhile, Tamsin was the opposite. She was certainly lending a hand in the eating, but there was no competitive flare in her eyes. She was simply doing as they told her, scanning the glass and each stack she ordered for a ticket. And if she didn't spot one, she'd eat, and order another. Alice and Renne seemed to huddle together, formulating some sort of scheme. You leaned over to listen. Alice seemed to suggest grabbing one of the maids and dunking her in with threats to drop her if she didn't grab it for them. Renne didn't exactly have a moral issue with that, but suggested it might get them penalized. And so, she suggested dunking Tamsin in instead, seeing if any of her augments could help her grab it, and then fishing her back out. Takina... was taking matters into her own hands, standing with her feet planted on either side of the chute, deciding how she was gonna reach in there herself and grab it when it came by next.
Amelia Lancaster
—A curious conversation Alice and Renne were having it seems, as well as Takina's plan to get that ticket. She kinda feels bad for Tamsin, seemingly doing only as she's told, meaning she'd more than likely agree if she didn't have any sort of limits to how one can order her around. Takina's plan is most likely the smarter one, that is assuming she doesn't fall in or something. Dawn and Tamsin's methods seem like the best. A bit luck based, yes, but better than falling into a vat of batter. For the time being she just keeps up at what she was doing before, just ordering more pancakes with that buttermilk to get as much of the batter as possible in her pancakes. There's got to be an easier way to do this...
Sam Jukes
—Sam, starting to get quite full, takes a moment to look over at Amelia, spotting her own stomach starting to fill up, only to sprint over and start massaging it. "Hey hey hey you are getting full, dont give up yet." a light giggle in her tone. "hehe this is funnnn"
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—Amelia, you didn't really know how to feel about the thought of 'making room for more'.... but Sam seemed to decide that for you. -4 Fullness.
You rolled your eyes, groaning and not even watching the plate as you chucked ingredients in for more buttermilk pancakes and emptied it all out into the chute, leaning groggily against the belt as you waited for your 'yummy treat' to be delivered. Tamsin, while she hadn't started out the most impressive, showed no sign of slowing down. Her pace was steady and unbroken. Meanwhile, Dawn still seemed like she had some fuel to go at full sprint for a while longer before she ran on fumes, even despite her dress creaking audibly around her waist with each stack. And then... there was you. Your zipper felt like it was gonna blow if your chest didn't pop out first. Your suit was starting to feel vacuum-sealed on. You were practically thinking of ways to fake fainting so as to not eat another bite. Your legs shook. You felt so heavy. And another plate. Another plate.+12 Fullness, +25 lbs.
"Mnnnfh...nnngh...-MNNFH?!" You couldn't even outright voice your confusion at the rabbit rubbing your stomach below you. You were still trying to swallow what was in your mouth, just looking down at her with the most 'what the hell are you doing?' look at the rabbit pressing against your bloated gut.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Having just devoured nearly 50 pounds' worth of what's likely the most fattening pancakes in the universe, the bear groans and takes a few seconds to pull herself up, giving her little crowd a wink before wiping a bit of her handiwork from her mouth. Having that out of the way, Elizabeth uses her new opportunity to look briefly for any hint of where this "Golden Ticket" could possibly be...
Sam Jukes
—Sam, feeling bloated, just lets out a huff, stamping her foot down and deciding to just go all in, might as well as she plans on going to the gym, regardless of how sore her stomach gets, the thought of her stomach getting massaged suddenly pressing her on as she dives back into coveyer stuffing herself after her failed attempt at easing up amealieas guts.
Amelia Lancaster
—Once Amelia finishes the plate that she had gotten made, she looks down to Sam as the gal rubs her stomach, confused for a moment before realizing what she's doing. The feline remembers doing this for Elizabeth last night, and it seems to have helped a little bit? But Sam can't be tapping out now, right? "T-Thanks for that I guess? You're n-not tapping out now, are you?" She says as her next round of pancakes get made. Due to not feeling full yet, it seems to be a subconscious action, especially with Sam's rubbing having her attention. "You uh... n-need me to do that do you while mine are getting made? I did it with Liz yesterday, but I-I don't know how good I was at it."
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—While no ticket had made itself apparent, Dawn and Tamsin were eating... a lot. It was clear there was a certain.. intimidation as Elizabeth stepped up to the plate, and it seemed they kicked into overgear. Sam, you were at the perfect height to see the damage first-hand. A creaking dress turned to straining threads as Dawn ate and ate. She followed suit with Elizabeth's strategy, practically almost ready to climb onto the machine to let her mouth wait for her orders as they came. You could hear her team call something about 'not eating the ticket' if it came, but she was just in a world of her own at that point... and you watched exactly what that world did to her. Slowly, the dress seemed to wrap tighter and tighter around her. From behind, you could see the shape of her ass slowly become more and more pronounced, a split opening suddenly–
-RIP!
"Mnnfh!"
Despite a muffled whimper, she barely seemed to notice, going right back into her hunt. Tamsin was slowly increasing her intake, rather than slowing down. Little by little, her orders were getting bigger. More batter per pancake. More likelihood that her stack would have the golden card. There was a constant sound of eating coming from the leopard, actively shoving more down her throat than a cat her size was built to handle, stuffing it down with her paw as the bulge slowly passed down. Her wrappings strained. The fabric creaked and groaned, her tails waying behind her as she swelled, her stomach taking an uncomfortable redness as she ate and ate more pounds of pancakes than you could even keep track of. And yet, no ticket. As for the others' plans....
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—You all had your regularly-scheduled gorging interrupted by.... quite the commotion behind you. As you all looked around, disaster had struck. Alice and Renne, mouse and rabbit, were both holding one of the smaller maids by her hooves. Mooing and squealing for help, the small cow kicked and bucked, but they just warned her not to, otherwise they might drop her. Her only job was to grab the ticket. Pam, from the counter, was FURIOUS. "WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING? THAT'S CHEATIN', QUIT THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
And then, through all of that, another voice... the rat. "Found it!" she exclaimed, reaching down, and, as Pam bumped her back… straight into the chute she went, a gasp passing through the entire kitchen.
Sam Jukes
—Sam is all for competition but just continuing after someone just fell in, just not a right thing to do, even if she currently has 3 whole pancakes crammed in her mouth, which she swallows with a gulp. "Oh that's not good at all! Please tell me there is an emergency off switch to this thing! Like anywhere?”
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—With a scream, Takina and Renne both let go of the maid in their hands. And with a scream of her own, the small cow manages to grab them both by the wrist. All three pile in after.
Pam gasps in horror, covering her mouth as four animals get sucked into the machine. "FUCK! I've gotta request they turn off the power to the room manually! But it'll take too fucking long!" the hippo screams, her friendly demeanour melted away into sheer terror. Without another word, she DASHES out of the room for a way to call maintenance staff.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Having just seen both the tragedy and the failure to stop, Elizabeth grimaces, realizing this might be a better time to use common sense. She completely freezes her search for the ticket and kicks into adrenaline, running to look for a power switch or emergency stop... or even a cord to pull out. "Ursan Gods above, how do you make that unsafe of a resort...! Come on, come on... weak point, button, something..."
Amelia Lancaster
—Sam would be about to answer Amelia about that offer when the commotion starts. She looks over, snickering as she realizes that those two idiots are ABSOLUTELY going through with their plan of sticking a paid in. Definitely a dick move, but it is funny seeing them getting told off so quickly. But then the mood changes... not because that card was found, that's just the risks you take with eating the competitions here it seems. No, she suddenly becomes horrified as four animals get sucked into the machine. Amelia would be stunned for a moment before thinking quickly. Fuck waiting for maintenance, there's gotta be a faster way to do this! She quickly looks around, keeping her distance from the machine so she doesn't trip in it as well. Either a plug, a hidden emergency stop. Hell, a control panel could even work!
Narrator
—You all watch as, one by one, all four animals are thrown from glass tube to glass tube, from chamber to chamber, screaming as they're swept up in the thick liquid, washed along, and slammed around, the whole machine rattling with each impact. Inside, muffled, distant screams can be heard, occasionally broken up by sputtering as some gets in their mouths. Elizabeth, you start looking over how the whole machine works. They're just going through the network right now... but eventually, they'll reach the oven chamber at the very end of the whole machine. While that wouldn't be a problem for larger animals... these four would all fit easily right in. Once they get there... they're not likely to come back out as anything but a pancake. As far as the machine itself, it seems tight-made.
Obviously, enough full-on damage to it would destroy it, as long as they wouldn't mind getting a bit roughed up compared to dying. If you managed to find where the batter flowed from, you could damage the pipes without harming them. But it'd be a race, and a LOT of property damage to tear up the walls in search of it. Other than that, you could try to blow up the oven directly... but that... might be pretty volatile. Or, a rescue team, but there's not a lot of sane people who'd hop into a machine like this just to save strangers.
Sam Jukes
—Sam hurriedly looks around, focusing more on searching for anything under the tables or piping areas, not exactly as small as she was before she struggles a bit but more than makes up for it with frenzied examination. "Oh god this is a disaster, damn it damn it..."
Amelia Lancaster
—Sam would be about to answer Amelia about that offer when the commotion starts. She looks over, snickering as she realizes that those two idiots are ABSOLUTELY going through with their plan of sticking a paid in. Definitely a dick move, but it is funny seeing them getting told off so quickly. But then the mood changes... not because that card was found, that's just the risks you take with eating the competitions here it seems. No, she suddenly becomes horrified as four animals get sucked into the machine. Amelia would be stunned for a moment before thinking quickly. Fuck waiting for maintenance, there's gotta be a faster way to do this! She quickly looks around, keeping her distance from the machine so she doesn't trip in it as well. Either a plug, a hidden emergency stop. Hell, a control panel could even work!
Elizabeth Sphinx
—“We break it.” Elizabeth spoke up. “We just crack it open and get them out. You guys on board? We need to decide quick!”
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—Sam and Amelia both nodded in agreement. Every second mattered. They had to move quickly. Sam, you drew a shortblade from a holster at your hip, and Amelia, you drew a C.A.T. Blaster and a knife, looking for a softspot to strike or a weakpoint to blast.
In an instant, Tamsin and Dawn are both joining in on the plan. Dawn awkwardly pulls out a blaster from her bra, and fumbles, a shot not exactly hitting anywhere particularly helpful. But even worse... is Tamsin. As her arms glow with a Flux implant for strength, she runs at the machine. Sam, as you get into place, all you have time to do is yelp as you feel the snow leopard crash into you, misjudging her own size, and sending you tumbling forward… straight into the nearest chute.
Even Tamsin's emotionless expression turns to wide eyes as she realizes what she’d just done.
Sam Jukes
—"Ahh whyyy!!!" She keeps a tight grip on her shortblade, regardless of the batter storming around her, taking a moment to try to orientate herself enough to slam her blade into one of the pipes and hold on tight.
Narrator
—Trying to think as quickly as you can, Sam, you fumble to get a good grip on your shortblade, trying to SLAM it into the tubes to stop your momentum. FWHIP! The second you pull the knife, the batter sucks it away from your paw into the machine. You scream as you're yanked along, and you hear... similarly muffled screams join you. Having fallen into the furthest chute, you were suddenly in the lead. Your eyes widened as you got the quickest glimpses of the four animals hurtling towards you with the momentum they'd built. You tried to hold out your paws to slow them, hoping that... somehow, you'd managed to turn their course, or get them to avoid the oven, or-
FWUMPH!
With a yelp, you gasped, your eyes wide. You felt your hips wedged against the warmth of the oven door. You didn't fit... at least... not yet. But... if the pressure kept building... if this many animals kept pushing into you... you'd be shoved through.
Sam... you were so grateful to be alive, that you didn't even register what came next. You held onto the other four as best you could, trying to make sure no one got hurt. And as you did, all five of you, mouths opened in an attempt at a scream, felt the batter blast down your throats.
First was Renne... who had a look of horror, this likely being the most unsanitary food she'd ever let pass her lips. She let out nothing but a whimper... somewhere between annoyance and horror, as she began to balloon. Her paws twitched and writhed. Her stomach began to swell in front of her, the smart pantsuit suddenly pulling taut and stretching over her stomach.
PING! PING! PING!
Buttons burst off one by one, flying past into the oven behind. All at once, her jacket exploded open, not able to hold in the heft of her chest AND stomach anymore. Following suit... the button-up followed a similar fate. Buttons began to ping off one after the other, the soft fur of the rabbit bloating out in all directions. You watched her hips swell, her skirt tearing and ripping apart as her hips widened and swelled outwards, bloating little by little. The kicking of her legs began to slow... the movements getting lazier... heavier... her thighs getting weighty and fat, harder to move with each kick... The rabbit grew rotund. Within seconds, her figure was gone, a balloon of a screaming, puffed-cheek-hare filled like a pastry, and it looked like her underwear was wrapped around a vaguely rabbit-like blimp.
Then, Takina... the petite-mouse barely getting a gasp out before she realized what fate had in store for her. The way she ballooned was almost startling. A gurgling cry was all that came out as the prim, proper, petite mouse suddenly started swelling... everywhere. It was as if her stomach was so unused to holding anything more than the tiniest meal, that all of a sudden, her body just stretched and swelled out like a balloon just to ensure she didn't burst at the seams instantly.
POP! SHHHRRRRRRRIP!
The button she had clasped around her lab coat immediately burst, and the entire coat ripped off her all at once, flying past you into the oven. Beneath it, a skin-tight latex bodysuit stretched as best as it could... until you watched the soft fur burst out of it in sudden splits and tears... EVERYWHERE all at once. Before another second had passed, it was gone, ripped to shreds, the popping of two strings following suit... first, the snap of her bra, then her panties. The naked mouse just cried out with muffled cheeks as you held onto her wrist... probably the last 'petite' part of her left for now.
Alice was... well, you certainly admired her bravery. She made one last battlecry to the oncoming wave, as if declaring she'd take the whole tsunami for the team. Her confidence was... slightly misplaced. Her look of determination faded as she felt it all pour down her throat, gulping desperately to keep up, and you watched from behind her as her hips bulged out... her abdomen swelled with batter... her stomach bloated, her chest burst through the straps of her mercenary clothes... her hips exploded through the armoured pants she usually wore. One by one, each piece of her armour exploded off of her, and you moved your head from side to side to not be hit by it as it flew into the oven behind you. The rat gave out one last attempt at a cry of bravery, likely this time to encourage herself that everything would be okay, as she swelled... quickly following suit to the size of the others as she tried to get out some words that you'd never be able to hear.
And this poor cow. Likely never having thought she'd be caught up in all this, the poor maid had probably never wished to be a non-pygmy cow more in her life. Her figure exploded outwards in similar fashion to the others, and with even more trinkets and articles of clothing to dodge. Her skirt blew open as her ass swelled, her hips inching outwards. You moved your head from the torn fabric and small trinkets that hung from it. Her little apron blew open as her stomach ballooned outwards, the clips flying past you with their little golden baubles. Her golden bra snapped apart, her chest swelling in front of her as she ballooned further. You avoided the clips... the straps... and even- You drew a sharp breath as the golden panties that followed snapped you across the nose. Thank goodness, it wasn't enough to unwedge you loose.
But... no one endured it as much as you had to, Sam. Holding onto all of them, the four practically formed a funnel that led more batter than you could've fathomed right to your face. You tried to close your mouth, but it was fruitless. Your cheeks filled. Your throat swelled and bulged painfully with the sweet, rich batter. Your stomach suddenly began to fill tight.
THWUMPH... you felt your top tighten around your stomach.
CREEEEEAAAAK....SHHHRRRRRIIIP....
All you could give was a muffled sound of surprise at how quickly it was all happening. The first button on your top finally gave.
POP!
Then the next.
POP! POP!
At once, enough had given that suddenly, the fabric was splitting straight across. You OOZED out of your shirt, and finally, SHHHRRRRRRRRIP!
It exploded open, a whimpering coming from your throat as your belly pushed out. Thank goodness, you finally had enough of a chest this morning to warrant wearing a bra for once, so you weren't exposed entirely, but- The thought died in your mind. You felt your hips squeeze tight. As your stomach ballooned outwards, your hips spread out, widening as your natural figure blew outward in all directions to try and keep up with what was happening to it. You swelled, spilling over the doorway of the oven, to the point that it was practically an airtight seal. Well, at the very least, no more worrying about anyone going in... but now... With a bit of warmth on your rear, you continued to grow... to swell... to balloon outwards. Hundreds of gallons of battered poured down your throat, and all you could do was focus EVERYTHING on trying to swallow it all down. it was... indescribable. This feeling of blowing up like this. Was this how Elizabeth felt? No... this was even more. Even quicker. You were so much smaller, and you were getting... so... so much bigger... +45 Fullness. +580 lbs. You are now Overbloated. You're not feeling well....
The rest of you watched from outside the machine... seeing their bodies slowly press up against the glass, filling the chamber little by little. Even the metal began to bend slightly, screws jostling as their bodies filled inch after inch of the machine....
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—Sam... everything was going so fast. You couldn't see. You assumed from the batter, but... no. Your cheeks were so full... so fat, you could barely see past them as they filled. Your muzzle grew chubbier, burying into a neck that was swelling thicker and thicker. You felt your paws let go of the animals, but luckily, they were no longer at risk of going into the oven. You'd made sure of that. The truth was, you could barely feel your paws. Your limbs couldn't move. They slowed until... you couldn't move them at all anymore. Nothing could move. Everything was... so heavy.
GLP–!
Something shoots down your throat that nearly chokes you. Was that… the golden card…?
The machine whirs and churns for a few minutes. A few agonizing, wordless, painful minutes. Especially for those who watched from outside. Minutes where the machine bulges, the plates ready to burst open, glass cracking, pressure building. Eventually, steam begins to pour from the machine across the room, the heat getting absurd.
And then- Bvrrrrr... The power in the room cuts out. Everything goes dark.
CRACK-... CRAAAAASH!!
The glass gave first, before the machine exploded open with a puff of steam.
One by one, you all looked over the damage. Judging by the groaning, they all were, somehow, still alive.... but you couldn't have been prepared for what you saw.
Renne was unrecognizable, the smug, snooty rabbit looking like nothing more than a groaning, naked, creme-furred blob on the floor, roughly about 4,000 lbs or so.
Takina, the poor mouse, was even worse off. She looked like a balloon had rolled out of the machine. Any curves or suggestion of a figure was gone, little more than a ball of batter with some excuse for limbs barely poking out, about 5,000 lbs.
Alice, in all her bravery, had managed to exceed them both in size, the naked rat laying on the ground, making the vaguest attempts to reach her stomach to rub, groaning, easily about 7,000 lbs.
The cow, well... lucky wasn't the right word for it, but honestly, coming out only about 3,000 lbs was probably the best she could've hoped for.
And then... there was Sam. An unrecognizable, groaning, batter-soaked balloon of a bunny who barely twitched on the floor, some still dripping from her lips. +8,128 lbs. You have been pushed far beyond your limits. Your Agility is reduced by 5, your Endurance is Increased by 3, and you have gained 18 Instinct Points.
Sam Jukes
—"Mgn gnnghhhnnn, mnhhhhh"
Narrator
—Pam enters as the lights flick back on, and nearly looks as though she'll have a heart attack on the spot. Between all the sounds from inside and the power being cut, a crowd had already begun to gather, and as everyone began to see the sight before them, there was a hanging silence. The hippo covered her mouth, whether at the sight of what had happened to everyone, or imagining the costs of repairs, it was uncertain. Maids entered the scene, slowly helping everyone out of the tight, cramped kitchen quarters. Medical staff immediately came to each of their aid, laying them out on stretchers... VERY large stretchers, and seeing to their vitals, making sure each of them were stable, giving them healing and digestion stims in an attempt to keep them from bursting from the inside out after a meal like that. Luckily, everyone seemed safe, and the maids and medical staff cleared away onlookers except for the teams of the victims. You all gathered around... what was apparently Sammy.
Sam Jukes
—gurgle glorp blimp bun digestion noises, groans and belches
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth... just stares. Too baffled for words. Only swirls of fear, confusion... and… admittedly, the slightest, tiniest bit of jealousy. She moves up to where the head of the blob might be, looking to see the condition of their friend.
"...Sam?"
Sam Jukes
—A quiet snore mingles with the odd burps now and then.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The bear shakes her head, turning back to the team. This whole situation shook her in so many different directions... she didn't know how to feel. What expression to show, other than dazed. "I... think I'm gonna let the team sort this out. She's not waking up from that for a while... I'll be, uh... somewhere else." Before another comment was made, the bear gave a nod and waddled off, lost in thought. Maybe... indulging in something else for a bit was a good way to get her mind off of this, at least until her mind could completely register it. Maybe it was time to go visit the relief center.
Narrator
—Moments after the Pancake Incident, Lenore…
As Sam was hauled away via crane, you turned to Amelia and Elizabeth. The polar bear, stressed and huffing, simply took off, telling everyone to just take the day for themselves. Seemed she had her own plans…
But Amelia was a mess. You could see her hyperventilating, and without warning, she bolted off. You called after her and chased, but... God, even with some extra pounds on her, cheetahs were fast. You didn't stand a chance trying to catch up with her.
Well this was just great. Here you were trying to check up on everyone and make sure they were okay, and now they'd all scattered across the resort. You could only hope they weren't getting into too much trouble. You found yourself back on floor one of the buffet wing, amidst the hustle and bustle as usual, no Amelia to be seen anywhere.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore stops for a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose and take a deep breath. This was not the plan, not even close to it... How did everything get here so fast? One second she was outside looking over breakfast options with Margot, ready to settle her frankly ravenous stomach, and then there was yelling from the pancake house, and then… Sam was... well, to put it bluntly, nearly three times the size of her.
The image of such a massive bunny was seared into her mind now, a literal sphere of bloated fur that sloshed like a water bed and growled like a cave of hibernating bears... Pushing it down with a dry-throated swallow, she looks about to see what food options are available to her. Any longer and her stomach is about to start digesting her spare limbs...
Narrator
—Deciding to avoid the sweeter options on offer, you wander the buffet wing in search of something a bit more savoury. After all, those lion habits made for a MEAN meat craving every once in a while. Especially on stressful days. You certainly had some options on hand.
Right in front of you was that fast food place Margot had mentioned, Greasy's. The smell of fryers, grills, and burgers wafted through the air towards you from their open counter.
Beside it, a fried chicken emporium called 'BUCKETZ' had a line out its door for the approaching lunch rush.
And further beyond that, a massive steakhouse that wafted that savoury barbecue scent across half the resort.
Up on the second floor, you could only just barely make out the sign, but you could smell the umami scent of cow and panda-style food. Some sort of asianistic restaurant. The sign said 'Ling's', and then some other words beneath it in a language you couldn't read. You'd need to get closer for your automatic translator to kick in.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore's stomach growls violently at the smell of fresh steaks. She is a noble guardian, a protector of all peoples, predator or prey be damned... but some primal part of her still craves the taste of fresh red meat in her mouth in only the way that a predator could crave. Following her nose at a faster pace than was probably necessary, she makes her way towards the steakhouse, mouth already watering like mad.
Narrator
—You quickly hurried along towards the steakhouse. You saw the name of the restaurant,
'The Pridus Steakhouse'.
Clearly heavily lion-themed, just by the imagery in the windows, and the fact that it was named after the lion homeworld. You already felt right at home even as you came through the doors. As expected, lots of canines and felines filled the place... though there was one face that immediately was recognizable to you. In the corner, a hefty gator woman who was certainly starting to pack on some pounds was filling the corner booth, a stack of steaks as tall as smaller animals in front of her as she scarfed one at a time off the plate with frustrated, gluttonous snarls. Almost immediately, her narrowed eyes fell to you as you walked in. At the counter, a hefty lion gentleman waddled over to meet you as you came in.
"Mornin'! Sorry about all the ruckus outside. Some folks stirred up a scene upstairs, apparently. Name's Bravo! Can I getcha a table, or something to take on your way?" he asks with a bright smile.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore can't help but smile in the presence of a fellow lion, feeling an unspoken kinship and a hope for... mutual understanding. Ignoring the venomous stare of the gator from before, she approaches with hand on hip and a bright smile on her face.
"Good morning to you too! Name's Lenore, wanted breakfast upstairs but got involved in the uh... ruckus as you put it. Got room for one very hungry lion here?" Almost on cue, her stomach makes an angry gurgling noise, and she has to stop herself from almost bending in half from the raw discomfort that her hunger is forcing on her "Almost there, just a little longer..."
Narrator
—The gentlelion gives a laugh at that, recognizing the rumble from anywhere. "Sounds like quite the emergency!" he chuckles, pointing at your potbelly with a spatula, before gesturing to any of the tables. "Find yourself any table you'd like! They should all have lots of napkins and sauces, assuming you prefer 'em! I'll get you some steaks going on the grill! How do you like 'em? Rare, medium, well-done? Oh, and any drinks?"
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore could not be more grateful to be served by a lion if she literally forced herself to be. With a pained, thankful smile she gestures towards the nearest available table... not noticing the massive gator sitting right opposite. "Rare, please... and the biggest ice cream milkshake you've got." With a nod of thanks, she makes her way to her table as quickly as possible, almost completely blinded beyond her immediate surroundings as her attention is dragged towards the howling void in her stomach. Squeezing herself into the booth as delicately as possible, she takes a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow, slightly embarrassed at how visible her lard-filled middle became when it came to its heavy rest upon her knees... ...at which point she sees her gator "friend" in the neighbouring booth.
Narrator
—Bravo gives a big nod, taking the order down, and waddles into the kitchen, his tail flicking behind him as he gets ready to whip up a proper order. Meanwhile, as you fall back into the creaking cushion of your booth, you slowly begin to hear a reptilian snarl grow louder than the growling of your stomach.
"My-oh-my. Got some nerve waddling your chubby ass in here." the large gator growled under her breath, a long tongue licking meat juices from her mess of a maw, not even bothering to go for a napkin.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore glares back at her, not in the mood to be dueling wits with someone when she's hungry enough to almost consider eating them.
"Speak for yourself... do they still measure your weight in pounds, or have they started using units of astronomical measurement for accuracy's sake?" Even with her fighting talk, she still tries to tuck her gut under the table a little as she leans forwards - a futile endeavour, but one that at least makes her feel like she's accomplishing something.
Narrator
—The gator raised a brow, pretty surprised to hear such a feisty retort from such a morsel of a lion.
"Pssh. You've got some bite for a feline I could fit in my mouth." she snaps back, licking her teeth, as if to prove a point. Then, a smile plays at her lips as she devours her next steak in one bite. "You know... I heard that little rabbit friend of yours got into some trouble~..." she muses under her breath, a sinister grin on her scaled mouth, leaning back to rub her stomach, the buttons of her top visibly straining.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore is usually a very amenable, diplomatic sort. It comes with the territory of being an officer of the law. But the little jibe against Sam, combined with this smug gator's whole attitude, with a big heaping of agonising hunger on top... Lenore rises from her seat, crosses the gap between her and the gator in a fraction of a second, and presses the point of her claw into the taut apex of the reptile's swollen midsection, eyes blazing like the heart of a neutron star.
"Speak another word wrong about my friend, and I will pop you like the overripe fruit you resemble. Am I entirely clear?"
Narrator
—Nellie snarled, ready to open her maw and stuff you inside it... before she looked at just how... intense of a stare you had. For once, the gator seemed to take the threat pretty seriously, snarling as she lowered her head.
"...Fine." she spat. "This place lost its atmosphere the second you sauntered in." she hissed, struggling a few times to un-wedge herself from her seat, and then waddling to the door, fat tail smacking the floor with each step behind her, before she slammed the door shut.
Bravo just glanced awkwardly at the gator as she stormed off, carrying over a platter stacked with about twenty steaks, and a massive strawberry milkshake that was about the size of Sam when she first got here, piling your table with it. "Huh. Guess she didn't like the steaksauce." Bravo said with a chuckle. "Well, here's your order! As per Wag-Shin Suite custom, it's all complimentary, so if you want more, I can keep 'em coming!" he says with a bright smile on his face.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore flops back into her seat with a sigh. This has all been just too fucking much... ... and then the smell of steak catches her nostrils, and her eyes flare with newfound vigour.
"Th-thanks, Bravo... And sorry about the disturbance. Just a... standing disagreement. I'll, uh... let you know if... yeah..." The steaks sang a carnivore's siren song - marbled to perfection and covered in salt and herbs, they oozed with fresh juices and steamed as if conjured from the most vivid of her waking daydreams. She barely has the focus to stutter out her thanks before she reaches forwards, cutlery be damned, and starts to wolf them down with the manners of a woman who could have been starved for nearly two weeks straight.
Narrator
—Bravo seemed to be running the place himself, so the five or so filled tables were keeping him at a constant bustle, so you had some privacy to just... cut loose.
You considered cutlery, but as soon as the red juice dripped from the first hunk of meat you stuck a knife into, you practically rolled your eyes in bliss, using your claws to skewer the first steak on the pile, and cramming it into your mouth like the lions of olde. You leaned back, moaning in delight at the taste.
Fuck, rare steaks just couldn't be beat. Especially with a lion behind the grill. They KNEW how to make a steak. You went down the stack, steak after steak, a mess of a greasy muzzle as the tower grew lower and lower, guzzling down icecream shake to wash it down... a brown-furred belly swelling little by little, a tight belt constricting as the potbelly pushed out further and further on your lap, hardly your concern at the moment. By the time Bravo managed to even get to your table to ask if everything was going well, your cheeks were so puffed with food and you gave him such a nervous 'uhhh... can't talk right now' look that he just smiled and nodded, waddling to the kitchen and marking you down for another stack... and another shake, at this rate. +12 Fullness, +20 lbs.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore leans back in her seat, moaning softly and cradling her stomach full of fresh conquests as the lucidity finally bled back into her senses. Tugging awkwardly at her belt, she debates stopping before it gets too out of hand. Clearly, it's very easy to do pretty much anywhere in Wag-Shin, and if she goes too much further... But then she sees Bravo's head reappear over the top of the booths, catches the smell of fresh steaks approaching her table, and sees the water glittering against the side of another massive glass of milkshake. It would be rude to turn it down after he brought it all this way... right?
Narrator
—Phew... you didn't know how Margot and Elizabeth could do it. They'd have probably lined this table and demolished the whole order four times over by now, but by the end of that first stack of steaks... you were breathing heavy, the meat sweats starting to catch up with you, wiping your chin.
Creeeeeaaaak…
You could feel your belt practically stretched across your underbelly. Thank god these field officer pants were on the stretchier side to allow free movement, but even they were starting to reach their limits, feeling like they were painted on to your thighs at this point. A balloon of a belly was starting to spill into your lap, rolling your top up, an ooze of brown-furred fat attached to your waist as it swelled into a basketball of a potbelly with all the meat and dairy stuffed inside, indulging like lion royalty. +14 Fullness. +20 lbs. You are now Bloated.
You were leaned back in your seat, gasping and drooling, taking a break as you'd just started your second stack, as Bravo brought over a brand new pile, drowned in steak sauce, and a chocolate shake of the same size following suit, lined across your table. "How goes the lion's feast?" Bravo says with a warm smile, not seeming to notice anything wrong despite your visibly fullness.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore smiles weakly up at him as she cradles a swollen orb of gently groaning fur, staring at the pile of meat still before her with dazed and bleary eyes. As her gaze tracks across towards the additional pile of steaks being handed towards her, the warm haze of happiness brought on by such a full belly is parted slightly by the cold and exacting needlepoint of reality, and the fear on her face is evident.
"Oh, so- uuurp- good, thank you... But I don't think I can take another bite, I'm soOOOURP- sorry."
Narrator
—Bravo just chuckles at that, a paw on his belly as he gives a booming laugh. "Ohhh, come on now! It's in a lion's blood to feast when the pack is resting. You're here to relax, right? Loosen that belt and dig in! No lion steps out of here without a proper fill, that's my motto!" he chimes with a smile, refilling your second and third shake to the top of the glass for you. How... generous...
Lenore Kalaharus
—It would make sense to walk away now, said one part of Lenore. Cut and run, don't over-indulge! Just take it easy and you can actually walk around properly for the rest of the day! But another part of her, one buried deep, deep down, below layers of denial and fear, spoke louder.
Do not let yourself go hungry. You are a predator. You were born to consume everything that you lay claim to. Live. Eat. Be proud of what you are.
A new fire rose in Lenore's eyes, and with a single smooth motion her belt came undone, her belly bulging out into her lap in a great wave of expanding fat as she let out a nearly-erotic sigh of satisfaction. She turns to Bravo and nods once, a new kind of smile on her face... one untethered from her usual anxieties. "A proper fill? Well, I guess you'd better leave the plate..."
Narrator
—Bravo smiles at you with a wink. "Atta girl. I'll do you one better and get you some sauces, and one more platter." he promises, waddling off. Looks like you had a proper feast ahead.
You nodded to Bravo... before tearing in. You had no idea what it was about this place, but... fuck. The inhibitions and self-limits you spent years trying to build in yourself were melting away the tighter your uniform got. And once you finally popped open that belt... it was all over. You leaned forward, scooping entire steaks into your mouth, barbecue sauce and juice dripping down the bulletproof vest that strained tighter and tighter across your chest. Your belly began to swell like a balloon as you tried to lean over the table and finish another stack... and then moving onto the next tower of steaks, hardly noticing as Bravo left one more platter and another shake. Fuck... you were burping and gasping for air so bad, you nearly tipped one of the shakes over on you as you tried to tilt it to guzzle down the sweet, refreshing cream.
Creeeeeeeak…
The zipper and button on your pants sounded ready to blow. If only you weren't so lost in bliss, you might've heard it. But instead, the only thing that entered your senses was... the need for more. More. More.
That lion-greed was starting to come through in you. You thought it was only something that popped up in aristocrats, but... fuck... looks like you were just as susceptible to it as anyone else. By the time you were onto the last stack, you were stuck in your seat. The booth and table were too tight a fit, and you just whined and wiggled trying to get free. As Bravo approached to ask if everything was alright, you just made a desperate, mouth-filled gesture to the final plate, and he just smiled, leaning over the table, tipping the pitcher of milkshake down your throat, and helping stuff every last steak into your gasping, messy maw one by one. "Atta girl~... That's a real lion~..." he praised as you swallowed with all the gasping, moaning desperation of a five-pound mouse full of twenty pounds of cheese.
The pressure in your stomach was unimaginable. The churning... the groaning...
Glooooorrrp-POP!
You whimpered as you felt that sharp pop of your belly button poking out, trying to see it over yourself... but seeing past your beachball of a belly pushed against the table would be downright impossible now. With a bulging throat, you swallowed down the last two steaks, cheeks filled with sauce…
Grrrrrggggle....
Your eyes went wide, your paws finding the taut, bloated sides of your belly as you felt it rumble and swell. Fuck... were you about to burst? You looked around for someone who could hel-
"BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUORRRRRRRRRRP!!-nngh!"
The loudest, most building-shaking burp of your life ended with a lewd moan, as you felt your ass suddenly BURST through the tightly-clung fabric-
SHRRRRRRRRRIP!-POP!
Your button blew open, the zipper scattering little metal pieces across the floor. Your pants burst at the seams, and your hips and ass poured out across the boot
Your top rolled up over the gigantic, beachball of an overstuffed gut as you laid there, moaning and defeated, hoping no one would see the indecency of a lion officer in her panties, stuck at a booth. +24 Fullness. +75 lbs. You are now Overbloated. God... you can barely move…
Bravo gave your poor belly a rub, and started picking up the dishes from your table. "Let me know if you'd like anything else, Miss." he said politely, waddling off. You could barely gasp a response to him... you just moaned. You felt like Nellie right now. Fuck, you were as wedged into the booth as she was. Maybe even more. It's like you could still hear her voi-
"There she is, Mr. and Mrs. Kalaharus!" the familiar voice itself chimed.
Your heart sank. What?
Struggling to sit up and look over yourself, your eyes went wide as you watched Nellie politely open the door... your parents stepping inside, their faces turning to horror as they saw... no, that couldn't be Lenore?
Dear god, it was. That was their daughter.
Lenore Kalaharus
—There are few things akin to having a dream shatter so violently. It was like Lenore had been cruising at lightspeed, watching galaxies soar past, the universe stretching on and on and on in an infinite spiral of wondrous possibilities... and then the engine had sputtered, the ship had snapped back into realspace, and every single organ in her body had erupted through her mouth as she'd been smeared along the floor in a dishonourable pile of squelching red mess. Or, at least, that's what it would've felt like, she imagines. But this was plain, and simple, and painfully real. She couldn't even stand to attempt to meet them, so utterly swollen she was with her breakfast conquests, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to. Frankly, if what was about to happen was about to happen, then at least she might as well be comfy for it. It was the only luxury she was likely to see for a very, very long time. So she just sits, wedged within her booth, anointed in a myriad of sauces and juices, her uniform in shreds around her, and her bulging beachball belly about ready to splinter the table in front of her. Perhaps it was all the food talking, or maybe reality hadn't sunk in yet, but... maybe this would be necessary.
Narrator
—Nellie gives the widest smirk as she catches your eye, and blows you a kiss, practically skipping out the door... which was an impressive feat for a gator that size. Bravo comes over to meet the two as they enter. "Oh! More lions! Welcome in, folks! Can I get you a tab-"
Immediately, your father, Gordon, cut off the lion with a stern shake of his head. "No thank you. We'd prefer a moment alone with one of your customers." he snapped.
Bravo gave a strange look, and your mother, Audrey, just held out her badge to him. "Please." she insisted in a stern voice. Bravo's eyes widened, and he just gave a shaken nod, waddling quickly back to the kitchen, tail between his legs with an 'I'm sorry' look over to you before he disappeared. Your mother sat at the table in the seat opposite from you, and your father just stood there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
"Lenore... you need to speak up for yourself. What the hell has happened to you since we left you here? It's been two days. How could you be so... so... irresponsible?! I knew your tendency to indulge was a bad habit, but when did it ever get this over the top?!" he barked, practically having to hold back the roar that was starting to well in his voice.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore glanced between her parents, assessing her options, like they'd taught her to in the academy. Retreat? Not possible - hasn't been for the last ten minutes and won't be for another hour or so, most likely. Deception? Not a chance - as much as she wanted to kill that gator, her parents knew her well enough to know that this was her choice and hers alone. Hide? As much as she wished she could, no dice... even though the thought of having Sam or Elizabeth to hide behind was a strong desire right now. So, with all other options weighed and discounted, she decided on what was left - honesty. Or, most accurately... confrontation.
She opened her mouth to speak, paused, pulled a face...
HUUUUUURRRRROOOOAAAARRRRRPPPP…
adjusted herself slightly, and spoke. "I'm sorry... Father... Mother. I'm just tired. I'm sick and- URP- tired of trying to either meet your expectations and fail, or live my life and be judged for it. I can't be you, clearly, and- BRAAAHP- I don't want to try anymore. I'm sick and tired of being miserable while living someone else's life."
Narrator
—As you leaned forward and expeled another shop-shaking belch, your mother practically leaned back in her seat, her fur blasted back by the sheer force, her eyes wide in horror. Your father just pinched his nose in disgust, a growl rumbling in his chest as you gave your reasoning. Before you could barely even finish your full thought, he snapped.
"-Enough! This was clearly a horrible place to bring an indulgent brat like you. Until we've further managed to muster some actual discipline in you, Lenore, you'll be seeing less resorts and more training courses for a very, very long time." he barks, turning and gesturing for Audrey to come along.
"Your father and I expected better from you, Lenore. We really did." your mother said with a huff.
"We're getting this amended right now. Let's go speak to Madame Moo-Dao. Lenore, you're leaving early. I hope you enjoyed your stay." he snaps over his shoulder as the two march for the door. "We'll come get you once the ship is ready. Hopefully by then you'll have had time to-..." He shudders, his tongue stuck out in disgust. "...digest." Once again, the front door is slammed as the two march off to go find the owner of this resort.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore's eyes roll shut as they leave. Exactly what she expected. Well, at least she was right in her predictions. Nothing to do now but sit and digest, she supposed. Glancing down, she takes a moment to truly comprehend exactly what she'd become. She looks over the top of her breasts at the full expanse of her belly, its orb-like mass dominating her lower field of view as it groans and gurgles like a storm drain at high tide. Her hands search backwards from the overswollen gravidity of her gut, along the thick meat of her thighs, eventually settling on the edges of her bulging rear as it makes threatening attempts to bend the booth in which she sat. Everything feels slower, heavier... every movement weighed down by the dozens of pounds of fat-filled meats she'd uncaringly devoured and the litres of thick creamy beverages she'd chased them with. Even her breathing was burdened by the sheer size of her stomach, a once-mundane task made taxing with the unrestricted gluttony she'd indulged in, every breath a heavy sigh or laboured moan. It was... It was…
GLOOOUUURRRRPPP... GRGRGRGRRGLLLLL…
"Ngh... hahh... mnhhh... ughhhhh..." ... it was intoxicating.
She wants to remember every last detail, so that years from now when it all seemed like a dream, her own restless nights can be dominated by this feeling. Even with every sense numbed by the sheer weight of her accomplishments, she can feel her string-thin panties starting to grow hot and wet beneath her. The fat, the bloating, the unholy belches, the raw WEIGHT she felt pushing down on herself... Her hands begin searching every extent of herself she can reach, desperate to commit the feelings of her overswollen digesting stomach and fat-filled body to memory before it all vanished. This was what she'd told herself she could never have, in all those nights when she was alone and desperately horny... and here it was. And she was loving every second of it.
Narrator
—You took a long time just... feeling yourself in the booth. The damage you'd done to your figure. Letting your paws sweep along the stuffed, taut, round curves... the bloated swell... everything. You hardly even cared about the few customers that were left in here. You'd practically forgotten about them. As your paw slipped under the skintight waistband of your panties, you were ready to practically pleasure yourself in the booth, the shame of your parents' disappointment starting to turn into a burning thrill of how much you'd ruined their hardwork in shaping you. You were teasing closer and closer to that sweetspot, practically drooling on yourself as you burped and moaned, ready to push over the edge, until-
Your ears perked, and you sat up, groaning from the sudden movement, barely able to jostle this massive gut around yet without feeling winded. You heard a cry from the kitchen. Some sort of quick shout. Customers started to... get a bit uneasy. Either from the massive lioness pleasuring herself in a booth, or from the eerie feel of this place with that yell. Eventually, you found yourself alone in the booth, and you heard... nothing. It had sounded like Bravo's voice yelling for a second. What happened back there?
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore's mind is in a strange place - oddly malleable, given how much of her identity she has taken and burned in a single act of defiance not but half an hour ago... or however long it had been now. However, one thing remains true of the lioness - she is an altruist, through and through, even if her impulses can be more than a little self-serving at times. So she pivots in her seat, huffing with the exertion, and attempts to push herself to her feet, in order to investigate this strange yelling noise. If someone was in danger, then she had to step up... even if stepping up would involve a great deal more sloshing, belching and grunting than it would have done before.
Narrator
—It took... a while to squeeze out of that booth. You heard the table bend as you finally wrenched free, and managed to get to your paws with a gasp and stagger, swaying. The sound your paws made when they hit the ground now was... rumbling. Your steps were starting to sound more and more like Margot's or Elizabeth's. "Guh...." you gasped a heavy, lethargic groan as you tried to put one foot in front of the other, waddling little by little to the front counter. You were barely keeping upright, but leaning against the counter, you managed to slowly inch along. And then, you watched the green scales of a fat tail across the floor, and followed the sight up to a massive gator... and you swore you watched her suck a tail into her maw, shooting you a little smile. She looked... enormous. The bottom half buttons of her top had burst free, and the last couple holding in her titanic breasts were practically on their last breath of life. Her hips were spilling over the waistband of her stretchy shorts, looking ready to blow... and not to mention, that gut. Her stomach was so... unnaturally swollen and bloated. It jutted out feet in front of her... and... jostled.
GloooOOOOrrrrp…
Your eyes widened as it started to connect in your head. That wasn't steaks in there... The enormous gator struggled to waddle and turn to you, and leaned against the wall with a toothy grin.
"Oh, hey Officer Blubbers~!" she chimes with a fake warmth. "Glad you got to-HUUUUURP-!-nngh... c-catch up with your folks. I was just gonna be on my way, so don't let me hold ya'. The kitchen's currently off-duty if you're looking to stuff your gullet one more time before they roll your fat ass out of this resort." she mentions off-handedly with a snicker, slowly starting the hefty task of waddling to turn herself around towards the backdoor.
Lenore Kalaharus
—It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's happening here, and to put it very simply, Lenore has had enough of this gator to last her three lifetimes. She grits her teeth, baring every single fang she can. Just to add a little spice to the threat, she snaps her baton out and strikes it against the nearest worktop - having had just enough foresight to grab a couple of things from the remains of her uniform. "Spit. Out. The lion. I am not asking twice."
Narrator
—Nellie just watches you make an effort to intimidate her with an amused sneer on her maw, cracking her neck, licking her lips at the sight of you.
"Feeling a little full, but... fuck, it was awful kind of you to fatten up for me to really enjoy a good meal~... You wanna see him so bad~? You're welcome to see him~..." she teases through huffs and groans, widening her stance to make her weight manageable if this was gonna turn into a proper fight. "Sure you don't wanna just back up and leave before you join him, Kitty~? You can pretend like you didn't see a thing~..."
Lenore Kalaharus
—"You and I both know I can't do that, so don't say I didn't fucking warn you." Clutching her massive orb of a stomach with one arm, Lenore grits her teeth and "rushes" the giant gator, baton swinging.
Narrator
—[You have engaged Nellie Barker the gator in combat!]
You see Nellie get herself into as good of a combat stance as she can, and she has one claw firmly gripping the wall of cooking machinery to your left.
You run at Nellie as fast as you possibly can in this waddling state, baton raised. With a wide swing, you HIT her stomach, her cheeks puffing as you see her face turn green at the sickness she feels with that hit. You watch as her Shield Emitter Pops! …the energy crackling and disintegrating as her shields fail.
[An Effective Attack!]
She snarls at you, and despite hearing some jostling and a muffled voice in her gut, you see her hit it to get it to settle down, and then RIP her claws across the machines to the right, pulling a hose free and grabbing you by the cheeks to stuff it in your mouth. You whimper, immediately feeling a torrent of sweet, rich barbecue sauce flow down your throat.
[An Effective Attack!]
Your eyes roll. As delicious as it was, you were at your bursting point about two hours ago. Feeling your gut begin to swell even further felt like an overfilled waterballoon being put back on the tap until it popped. Your legs shook. Your underwear creaked and strained. You could barely stand, whimpering against the pump as your top slid up further and further. +20 Fullness, +30 lbs. You are pushing past your limits. S-So... h-heavy…
Nellie licks her lips, ready to enjoy her meal now that it's been properly seasoned. She bites her lip, rubbing your swollen stomach with her claw, as she leans down, ready to start the effort of managing to stuff you down her overfilled throat. "Good girl~... now go down like the succulent morsel you are~..." she growls.
Glp...glp...gulp...glk…
You felt the thick, rich sauce pour down your throat, pumped relentlessly down your gullet, and all you could give was a muffled whimper as your eyes went wide at the feeling of the enormous gator grabbing your ankles, practically flipping you upside down as she opens her maw, stuffing you in feet-first.
Your legs felt warm as they slipped inch by inch down her throat, her hot, heavy breathing making your clothes feel even tighter, somehow. All the while, this pump made your gut swell like a fucking balloon-... +12 Fullness, +20 lbs. Your stomach is enormous... you can't even see past yourself... Creeeeeeak…
But, luckily, the gator wasn't exactly smart enough to realize how difficult she was making it for herself to get you any further down her gullet than past your hips. Nellie's eyes went WIDE at how much your stomach strained her jaw, her eyes watering from the sheer width of you.
How the FUCK was she going to fit you down her throat?! The gator just gave a full-mouthed snarl as she tried to think of a plan.
You ready your blaster, and Nellie takes her hand off the hose to put both hands on your hips. She's getting you in her gullet one way or another…
Nellie opens her jaws WIDE, ready to practically snap you in half if that's what it'll take to get you to fit down her throat. But as she does, you take the opportunity to YANK the tube out of your throat, and stuff it down her gullet before she can even react, shoving it far enough that it's practically wedged in her throat.
[An Effective Attack!]
Her eyes go wide, and she tries to retaliate by reaching out to the wall for another tube to stuff into you, but the sheer flow of it going down her throat... the excess weight…
She could barely stand before. You hear her stomach gurgle and churn, swelling like a balloon, and her shaking legs finally give out beneath her.
PING-PING PING! GLooorrrrrrrrrrp…
The buttons explode off of her top, her tits bursting out and spilling over her boulder of a swelling stomach between her legs. She tries to lean against the wall to pick herself up, but she can't move an inch. You tumble out of her gasping maw, watching her throat bulge with the sauce as she fills like a waterballoon…
Glp...glk...gulp…
She gasps and gives muffled, wordless threats at you, her chubby claws reaching desperately for you as she fills heavier and heavier on the floor...
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore staggers to her feet, dripping with gator saliva, and gives the most exhausted, cocky smile to the swelling gator on the floor. "I... hff... fucking told you... hahh... I wouldn't give you another warning..."
She closes in, abandoning her pistol on the worktop, and presses the gator's snout shut around the end of the tube with her own overswollen gut, preventing her from spitting it out - after all, all the strength's in the closing of the jaws, not in the opening. As Nellie's body swells and bloats with every passing second, Lenore meets her eyes. "So... hhh... are you going to spit out that lion or not?"
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—Nellie gave a desperate attempt to move. To lean against the wall and heft herself up.
She was stuck.
So instead, she just huffed, and gave a muffled laugh at you, gurgling on the sauce in her throat.
"H-Hah! He's already deep in, kitty~... How would you ever get him out~?" she says between gurgles and moans, opening her mouth for you to jump on in. "You're more than welcome to go looking~..." she teases, before leaning back, getting as comfortable as she could as she swelled, whimpering as she held her ballooning stomach, and spreading her legs to try and sit comfortably on the floor.
"Nnnnfh... w-what... are you gonna blow me up? HAH! D-Doesn't sound very 'peace officer' of you~..." she growled, groaning in discomfort.
Lenore Kalaharus
—"You forfeited the right to call me that when you got my parents involved." Lenore grabs the pipe and shoves it back into her mouth, the cocky smile replaced with all the rage she's been trying to hold back, then goes looking for another pipe as the flow begins to pick up. If Bravo isn't coming back, then... this gator is going to learn a thing or two about the consequences of actions.
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—You snarled at Nellie as she tried to cough out the tube, grabbing it in your claw, and ready to stuff it in even deeper... before another idea came to mind.
You smiled, and grabbed a few more of the tubes. Barbecue sauce, steak sauce, melted cheese, butter garlic sauce... You'd make sure Nellie was prepared like a proper feast...
And you'd build so much pressure in this stupid gator that Bravo would come shooting out, or she'd burst. One of the two.
As she spread her legs tauntingly, sitting comfortably under her gut, she just watched you with a laugh. "Hah! And what do you plan on doing with-EEP!" Her eyes went wide. You stuffed the tubes through the splits in her shorts and panties. Two went right between her legs, and two went right up her ass. You'd make a geyser of pressure. One that would shoot poor Bravo out of her stomach. One by one... you flipped the machines on.
Ruuuumble....
Nellie's eyes went wide. "W-What the fuck do y'think you're doing?!" she snapped, trying one last time to get up as she watched her belly slowly begin to swell... ballooning even further out past her. She winced, whimpering as she had to spread her legs further just for her gut to take up more and more of her lap. Her cheeks puffed. You could hear the bubbling of pressure. It was working. Now, it was up to Bravo to try and get out of there... Come on, big guy...
She puffed her cheeks, trying desperately to swallow him back down. Her prize. She was looking forward to eating a lion ever since she had to set eyes on this stupid, fat cop! A bulge slowly traveled up her neck. Her eyes bulged. All at once, with a gasp from Bravo and Nellie at the same time, the gator's mouth shot open, and a wet, dazed, warm-with-saliva lion flew across the kitchen with a yell.
He gasped and coughed, and you waddled over to him as best you could. He tried to shakily get to his paws, and look up at you.
"O-Oh my god... the lady from lunch rush! I-... Th-Thank you! Thank you so much!" he gasped through chokes and coughs, almost falling into you with fatigue.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore sags down next to him, an arm around his shoulders - exhausted as she is, she is still a goddamn officer of the law, and she isn't going to stop doing her job just because her parents threw a hissy fit.
"Hey, it's alright, you're safe now... Just get out of here, okay? Go tell security what happened, and get them down here... and ideally soon. I'm not sure I'll be able to stare at this useless gator for much longer without doing something I'll regret." She rises to her feet again (with much difficulty, barely able to stand under the weight of gallons and gallons of sauce and all of her previous lunch) and slowly advances on the stricken gator, fury burning in her eyes.
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—Bravo winces as he sees the state of you, and helps you up as well, letting you lean on him just as much. "I... dunno. We should get you out of here. You don't look so good." he groans, seeing the state of you almost as bad as he was. Then, he glances over at Nellie, a joyless smirk on his lips. "Besides... I think I gotta way you don't need to keep an eye on her. Like you said, we'll get security down here in no time...." he said with an amused growl.
Nellie just groaned as she tries to look past her swelling belly up at you two. "Urrp-nngh...J-Just... take this--...s-shit out of me... b-before you leave..." she groans in desperation. Without a word, Bravo takes the last two sauce dispenser hoses on the wall, and crams them both down her throat.
A six-hosed gator.
He flicks on both machines, and her pleas are immediately cut off by puffed cheeks, and a look of... genuine concern. She thought you guys were supposed to be the GOOD guys?! Bravo just pats her slowly-ballooning gut as he joins you to leave. "Big gal like her can handle plenty. I mean, she's no lion, but she can handle it. We'll have security here in a few minutes. You'll be fine 'till then~..." he teased with a chuckle, leading you to the door. It was time to get out of here.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore takes one last backward glance at the gator, completely immobilised and steadily blowing up as every single hose pumps more and more rich sauce into her increasingly-spherical form. She feels a small amount of pity in that moment, for such a cruel fate... and then she considers every wrong, every slight, every little thing Nellie had done to her.
It was enough. She'd earned the right to do this. Leaning against Bravo for support, the two of them stagger from the restaurant and towards the security offices. This has been a very long, trying day... but at the end of it all, Lenore knows one thing - she knows she's a good damn cop, no matter what her parents say, and no matter what anyone else says. As long as she keeps fighting the good fight, she can be as fat and as full as she fucking well likes... and she can be happy about that.
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—You and Bravo leave, staggering to go find some professionals to deal with this mess... ignoring the muffled groaning and pleading behind you... a bit of cracking and rumbling against the walls.... Finally. All taken care of!
[COMBAT FINISHED!]
[Lenore, you receive 1 Luck, 1 Combat Point, and 5 Instinct Points.]
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Moments after the Pancake Incident…
Amelia… you couldn’t handle the scene. Them taking Sam away. The sheer… state of the rabbit. It was all so overwhelming.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia wouldn't have stayed long enough to see everything went... as ok as the situation could have gone. The shock of seeing Sam fall in like that was too much, tears swelling as she suddenly backs away and drops her shortsword. If there were stairs, she flies down them, just wanting to get as far away from what's going on as possible.
She sprints out the buffet, the droplets flying off her face as she makes her way down the halls trying to find somewhere, anywhere to get away from this. An exit, somewhere private, hell, her own damned ship would do at this point only if it as still here. She just... keeps running, not thinking for a second that she can even help at this point. All the possible scenarios run through her head. What if they find out she knew about those gal's plan to grab that card? What if they partially blame her for the accident for not bringing it up and possibly stopping it? What if the team gets bad at her for leaving so soon. S-She has her mask, what if they think it would have done anything in that batter and be able to save the people if she just wedged herself in or something?
...What if they're right? What if it could have helped? During her thinking, she doesn't notice the slight incline on the floor, clearly made so that larger folks wouldn't have to take stairs or the resort make an elevator for moving a foot down in total. She trips, her instincts kicking in form taking falls before causing her to curl up a bit as she rolls a little bit. After that she doesn't bother getting up, panting a bit as she moves herself against the wall to quietly sob to herself. This fucking resort... why did she ever agree to this? Thankfully not that many people would be walking through at the time, allowing Amelia to get her composure back before looking around a bit. The hell did she even end up? What does that sign say further down the hall? Personal Theaters?
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—You ran away from the whole, awful scene. You left everything behind without a second thought, just... needing to clear your head. By the time you tripped on the floor incline, you practically sprawled across the floor, ready to kick your paws out and throw a tantrum as if you were a child. It was one of those 'straw that broke the camel's back' kinda falls, like when you stub your toe after an already long day. It was all just... too much.
You threw your back to the wall with a huff, doubled over and sobbing for a moment since you at least had a moment of privacy in this stupid, over-crowded resort. Or at least, you thought you were alone. You were so used to hearing the massive, heavy, pounding of heavier footfalls that the light steps of more agile paws had completely snuck up on you. In a bit of workout gear, a pretty athletic-looking snow leopard kneels down beside you, holding out a paw. "Oh, gosh... are you alright? You look like something horrible happened. Not having a great vacation stay?" she said in a surprisingly gentle, caring tone for a predatory feline. She tilts her head to you as she holds out the paw to grab. "You're not hurt, are you?" she adds.
Amelia Lancaster
—She looks up, a bit embarrassed that she's been found, but this little bit of comfort after such a... tramatic scene is actually pretty nice she finds. Amelia lets out a shaky sigh, looking up to the gal... trying to put on a smile. But... she can't not even a fake one to hide it at least a little bit. "...T-The buffet... something happened. I-I wanted to help, I was t-trying to find a way but... oh god..." She at least is able to straighten herself up a little bit. She feels a slight jab of pain in the forearm that caught most of that fall, but from her experience it'll probably end up being just a little bruising, nothing too serious.
"...I'm fine by the way... t-thanks..." The cheetah tries her best to get her emotions under control, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
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—The snow leopard looked both confused and sympathetic, not really sure how something could go so wrong at a buffet, but... she just nodded slowly along. As she saw the wince at your arm, she jumped to action. "Oh! Here..." she chimed. Despite being in jogging gear, she still had a small case that she carried around. A tiny little medkit, likely for first-aid, if you had to guess. Seemed she took health and safety rather seriously. Must've been some sort of ship medic or something. She quickly looked you up and down to determine what would be a safe dosage, keeping it on the minor side for a fairly minor injury, loading a stim, and quickly sticking it to your arm. It was... probably one of the most painless stims you'd received. Her paws were feather soft, and she seemed extremely practiced with administering them.
"There we go! Minimize bruising, and should help with the pain right away. It seemed like you had a pretty rough fall. You can lean on me while the tingle goes away. Health stims always have that weird tingling feeling for a lot of people. Especially us felines. Guess our blood just rushes faster than most." she says with a warm smile and a light little laugh. "Oh! Sorry, I'm Doct- Er, well, actually, I guess here, I'm just Lumi!" she says, another laugh coming from her. "Weird being off-duty." she jokes with a swish of her tail.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia watches in confusion, not really being a fan of getting random stim injections and aid she didn't request but... she really just couldn't care right now. She thinks for a moment that there wasn't even any sort of stim injection and that maybe this is some weird roleplay thing? But then she feels the tingling feeling, guess she really did get poked with something. She does end up smiling after a bit, being thankful for the aid.
The cheetah ends up leaning on the snep after a second, mostly for some comfort but she does know how weird stims can be with such a... agile species grouping like the doc said. "Lumi, huh? That's... a nice name. I'm A-Amelia Lancaster... heh..." She thinks on the gal's words for a moment, starting to chuckle a bit, even if a bit weakly. "...Guess it is weird to finally have a chance to... sit down and relax... especially for someone like me that's always on the move... A doctor, huh? One for a crew or something more stationary?"
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—She offers her arm while she puts away her little med kit and clips it to a strap on her waist, then smiles at the name. "Oh, Amelia! How pretty! Lumi Purrsifrost is actually the full name. I've just been trying to keep things more 'casual', as folks have put it. People get uncomfortable if you act professional in a place like this." she says with a giggle, then gestures to the workout attire.
"Hence the more... laidback look. Although, I feel like the only purpose it's serving is drawing hungry looks from the animals that are a little too close to their heat cycle." she says, rolling her eyes, a sharp glance around the resort, as if prying, horny eyes were everywhere. Finally, she looks back to you at your question. "Oh! A crew doctor, yeah. But, more of the 'corporate-assigned crew that's chosen for you', not like the 'group of friends exploring the cosmos' kinda crew." she says, snickering, waving off the boring job of hers. "Look at that tightsuit! You must definitely be more of an explorer-type, right? Cheetahs are practically built for it! Oop- sorry, I don't mean to assume, obviously!" she apologized pre-maturely, flicking her tail at the awkward apology.
Amelia Lancaster
—"Eh, fair enough honestly. I-I mean... I usually only use 'Lancaster' in more business settings anyways. Though, at least in my line of work, professionality is uh... pretty subjective. I completely get that though..." Amelia can't help but look over this workout attire after it's pointed out to her. She does have to admit, Lumi kills it in this outfit. But given that last part, she doesn't press too hard into it. "Oh yeah, I can see that for sure. Looks great on you! And yeah, I'm the exploring type. Don't worry, I'm used to the association at this point. Maybe a less matured version of me would be offended, but honestly it's more of a compliment than anything. Gotta represent, right? Shame this place is probably gonna destroy the zipper though... I mean, unless they're offering one of those fancy reduction services like ReFitness or something like that. Honestly I might need to swallow my pride and just ask if they can make something else, whether it's another, better fitting suit or maybe something more appropriate for this kind of place?"
The talking to get her mind off of what had happened is certainly helping her mood. The thoughts of it still linger in the back of her mind, causing some slight panic in her as she thinks of going back over in a bit. "...Say, d-do you know if there's any sort of resort news type thing or something? Just r-reporting on whatever is going on around the place or... I don't know, even the fraggin points list will do. I-I just need to see it..."
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—She looks relieved as you confirm her suspicions about your line of work, but as she glances at what you mean with the zipper, she goes a bit red in the cheeks, quickly looking away to not put the attention right on the spilling fat ready to burst its way out.
"Ugh! I know what you mean. I haven't indulged this much in years. They're gonna have to cart me out of here by day ten." she says with a snort, pinching her hip as if there were any fat there. It was starting to make sense. She was one of those girls where she thought she looked like a whale after she put on two pounds. "I just hope I don't put on too much. I'm a physiology doctor, after all. Who's gonna take fitness and health advice seriously from a leopard with a jelly belly?" she said with a snort, shuddering her shoulders, as if horrified by the mere thought. She glanced at you with a raised brow about 'reduction services' though.
"Ugh, ReFitness? That whole program is a scam. I wouldn't waste your time. They don't help you lose weight unless you're one of their billionaire return-clients. You're better off looking into a gym membership after the resort if anything." she said carelessly, before covering her mouth in shame. "N-Not-... that you need one! You look perfect as is! I really don't think it's as bad as you think!" she quickly tried to amend, embarrassed beyond belief at the unintentional insult. At the last question, she thinks. "I saw a little news feed in the main lobby. Keeps everyone updated on what's going on, shows the entertainment selection for the theaters and shows, that sort of stuff. Little events and all that. Oh, yeah, and it shows the 'team scores'. Still... don't really get what that's all about, though." she admits.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia can't help but giggle again with the slip ups from the snep, trying to show as best she can she's not offended at all.
"Hey, don't need to apologize at all! I mean honestly, I doubt any of us are getting out of her without having gained a considerable amount. I-I mean, I spoke to a gal earlier this morning at the buffet that had med scanners implanted. FIVETY to sixty pounds in one night, and that's not even including what I ate before... w-well ate before running off..." She lets out a sigh, she's too embarrassed right now to even think of getting any closer to the buffet in any way right now. Just... some time to think is all she needs, get her bearings and confront it.
"...I'll probably do that later. Right now I just... need to get my mind off things... what's up with the Theater over there? Is it like, movies? Plays? Something else entirely?"
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—Her eyes widened at the number. As a doctor, she wanted to voice about a hundred health concerns, but as a fellow victim stuck here in this resort of paradise, she bit her tongue, and just put on a nervous smile.
"R-Really? Well... I wouldn't have have guessed. Your figure sports it in a very... healthy manner." she says, trying not to let her cheeks go warm as she spares a glance at the damage to your figure to give her assessment. Finally, she glanced over at the theatre room, and snorted. "Oh, that's just their budget-rate live entertainment. Honestly, for as nice as this place is, they got some... rather questionable entertainers to fill the selection. Right now is some sort of horse mystic show. 'The Fluxician', I think he calls himself. I didn't really pay it much attention, in all honesty." she says, laughing it off with a wave of her paw.
"I believe they've got theaters for movie selections too! You can request films and all that. But I'm not much of a movie cat. Too much sitting around in one place for my blood." she says, practically stretching in place as she says it, as if she were mid-jog. No wonder it always seems like she's showing off for on-lookers.
Amelia Lancaster
—"Heh, glad ya think that. At least the genetics are putting in the work to split it up nice. Hm... live entertainment sounds like a good time right now, though you said any movie, right? Honestly a binge of the 'Gluttons of the Galaxy' trilogy sounds good right now.
Heh, obviously in this line of work you wanna keep as fit as you can, but Carb Lord I feel rewired my brain early on personality wise." She chuckles again, feeling much better now and the pain being gone. Amelia eventually stands up, stretching a bit as she offers a hand to Lumi to help her up.
"Might go and see that mystic show, sounds pretty interesting. A-And uh... thanks for this little chat... even if I'm still a bit scared still... I'm feeling a bit better about all of this, I-I'm sure there would be an announcement if there was something fatal that happened..." Unless they're that fucked that they'll try to cover it up as best they can...
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—She looked at you in disbelief at that. "Eugh! Gluttons of the Galaxy? That was such a cheesy, campy little re-spin of what ACTUALLY happened in the "Great Expanding". That time was a tragedy! And they tried to turn it into a... weird, hot, raunchy, over-sexualized comedy action flick. And here I thought felines were supposed to have taste!" she said with a snicker, shoving you jokingly by the shoulder as you got up. Then, she looked over at the theatre with a sigh. "Well, I'd be cruel to submit you to that alone. Care for company?" she said with a little smile.
Amelia Lancaster
—She laughs a bit, understanding that this is definitely a valid criticism of the films but also realizes the joke in the jab.
"I mean hey, the original comics were made during that time when we didn't realize that was going to turn into the Wild War. I mean, for that trilogy they were basically taking that story line and bringing it to the big screen. Though I did hear a rumor that since Deersney acquired a bunch of comic book IPs, they were going to make a modernized version of some of the more... controversial ones, which could technically include Gluttons. Not a big fan of Deersney itself, those real life adaptations kinda suck ass from the ones I've seen so far, but maybe they could actually do something good with Gluttons? Heard that James Gubb would be working on a reboot, and he's alright in my book."
Amelia tilts her head slightly, smiling a bit more as the snep offers to join. "I mean, yeah! If you have the time at least. Don't wanna keep you held up if you have plans."
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—The leopard just looks in disbelief, and then snorts, covering her mouth as she pokes your hip teasingly. "Oooooh, a nerdy side! Looks like you're not as much of a hot, too-cool-for-it-all adventurer as you try to play off~!" she teases with a smile, already leading the way towards the theater.
"You know if they do a real-life remake of those stupid comics, the cast is gonna be all turkeys, right? I mean, where else would they find animals fat enough to play half those roles? The Great Expanding was just a... different time back then. God, I'd have hated to be a doctor back then." she snickered the words out as she strutted along, opening the door. The lights were already out save for some atmospheric candles, so the show must've already begun. And, lo and behold, you could hear a ringleader-like voice of grandeur as the door opened.
"Once again, the Flux heeds my call! And that is only one of my many powers, ladies and gentleanimals... for I feel its power in great focus within this very room..."
Lumi just looked back at you with a 'Seriously? Are you sure about this?' unamused face, but just cracked a smile, and gestured you inside to find a seat together.
Amelia Lancaster
—"Heeeyyy... I'm allowed to have a nerdy side! How do you know some bombshell or stud you've seen before isn't into Doughbeater 500k or whatever it is. And how do I know I can't say that right back at you?" She bumps the leopard back with a gentle nudge of her body, giggling as they continue to chat.
Amelia starts to quiet down as they enter the theater proper, not wanting to be one of those folks you always have at the live shows talking too loud or being rude in general. Hecklers are they called? Yeah, she thinks so. She looks for where anyone else is sitting, assuming there's at least one other person here or the guy wouldn't be performing at all. I mean, unless that WAS the case, which is a tad strange to think about. Either way she tries to find seats near to where anyone else is, but not too close. Once seated, she takes a moment to find what's comfortable, having done it before in the room, but that breakfast packed on some pounds, so there's a bit of extra stomach in the way right now. She smiles again at Lumi as she does this, a bit of a blush barely visable in the dim light as she finally seems to find something that works.
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—Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, you got a good look around. It was a stunningly gorgeous theater area with white-clothed tables and fancy furnishings. Lumi was right. It made the crudely-dressed purple-tuxedo'd magician look all the more out of place, cornered by four bombshell ponies in lace and showbunny outfits. You could practically see Lumi rolling her eyes where she sat already, looking at you with a 'you know we could still escape if we wanted, right?' look.
There was a crowd of about twenty animals in here... a lot more than you expected for such a... unique performance. But you realized, a majority of them were probably here for the food. You could see more than half of the animals having their tables filled with decadent lunch orders, waiters coming by and lining the tables. Before even a few seconds passed, a well-dressed mockingjay woman came by and offered you both menus. "Here you both are!" she said politely, in a hushed tone to not disturb the show. "We've got selections from all across the buffet wing. Does your team have a Gold or Gold Plus Membership, by chance?" Lumi awkwardly took the menu, and quickly shook her head with a polite decline. "O-Oh, no, we're-... not part of the same team." "Oh! Apologies. Would you like to see couples' order options then?" she amended. Lumi went a bit warm-cheeked. "O-Oh, no, that's not what I meant-" she stammered over herself, trying to decline once again.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia smirks a bit as Lumi rolls her eyes, able to sneak in a whisper to her as they watch on. "Oh come on, it could be fun. If the show's that bad that even the folks eating right now leave, then I'm open to other suggestions~" She smiles at the mockingjay as she hands menus, looking over the menu for a moment before briefly being stunned by the mention of the buffet.
Though Amelia is able to get her composure back pretty quickly, again reasoning at the very least she would be informed if something fatal had occurred... only to be briefly stunned again by the mention of the couples' order options. For now though, she decides to just give a bit of time for them to talk it out, again in a hushed tone. "You wouldn't mind just grabbing us some water for now, would you? I get a little nervous thinking of an order with someone standing there if you get what I mean?"
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—Lumi glances over at you, seeing... a clear bit of panic on your face, and closes her menu. "Actually, if drinks are complimentary, can you start us off with a line of martinis and cocktails? I'm not big on buffet food, but I've heard you've got some lovely drinks in the bars." she says with a smile, flicking her tail over at you as if to tease you into calming down a bit. The mockingjay gives a nod. "Of course! I'll bring out a row of our cocktail selections, one of each~!" she chimes with a smile, scurrying off with a flick of her tail feathers.
Lumi leans over the table a bit, the fluster of the misunderstanding going away enough for her to give you a look up and down. "Hey, are you okay? Did things seriously get that bad over in the buffet?" she asks softly, as quiet as she can be to not disturb the... 'entertainment'. "You know, I'm sure if something that serious actually happened, we'd have heard about it. If anything fatal happens to the guests while we're in here, they're legally required to let us know so we can leave if we choose. There's no way anyone's seriously injured, I promise." she says softly, reaching across the table to squeeze your paw reassuringly, giving a little assuring smile.
Amelia Lancaster
—The cheetah nods, giving a reassuring smile to Lumi as she looks over the menu. "Some cocktails sound nice right about now, a-and yeah, i-it kinda did. Bunch of folks from Team 9 got greedy for a card or something to get gold plus membership. Three of them, a staff member a-and eventually a gal named Sam fell into the batter vats to make the pancakes, got sucked right in. I-I kinda panicked, that's why I ended up over here. Like you said, t-they're probably at least still alive... but I feel like a bit of a coward..."
She swallows a bit, the smiling returning again as she places down the menu. She places her own paw on the gal's hand, giving a reassuring nod to her. "But enough about that for now, you said you weren't too fond of the buffet food, right? I mean, I wouldn't mind saying we're a couple just to get access to that menu~ Of course that is unless they have other options besides it. Honestly now I'm just damned curious if it's still separate plates for each of us or just combined.
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—Lumi wrinkles her nose in distaste at the mention of team 9. "Ugh, the one with that rat? Yeah, she seems like she's been looking for trouble ever since she got here. Doesn't surprise me that she'd cause problems for the staff." Though, her eyes widen as you mention them actually going... into the machine. "Holy cow... well, hopefully the staff got to them safe and sound and everything. Like I said, if they haven't made a big announcement over it, there must be no complications. Though, I certainly hope they clean out that machine if there were animals tumbling around in the batter. There's no telling what kind of contamination that could do to the food." she said with a shudder.
"Hopefully they didn't get too much batter in their mouths either. Stuff's not exactly healthy for you, especially in a doughy, uncooked state like that. Super fatty." she added, sticking out her tongue with a grossed out look. "And hey, this Sam sounds like a friend of yours. But there's nothing you could've done. What, were you supposed to hop in and turn it from five animals to six? You made the safe call." she says, giving your paw one last squeeze before looking over the menu with disinterest. Though, she raises a brow at you.
"Oh? Your team actually got a Golden Member pass? I'm not gonna lie, I thought that was some sort of investment gimmick. I didn't think they were actually handing those out to the guests at all." She glances over at your menu. Just from you touching it, the screen updated to include all of the options from the second floor of the buffet wing, and her eyes lit up.
"Oh, wow... They've got pasta places? Oh my god, authentic weasel pasta... I used to LOVE places like that as a kid before I had to start worrying about carbs." she said with a giggle as she glanced over the menu. "But no, we could totally get in trouble if we pretended to be part of the same team." she says, dismissing the notion as quickly as it had come. Just as the mockingjay waitress arrived at the table, laying out a long line of about twenty-four different cocktails, Lumi's eyes sparkling and her tail flicking. "Ugh, these all look amazing~! Thank you so much!" she chimes with a smile. The waitress just gives a smile and a nod, and turns to you, Amelia. "Were you two ready to order anything else, or should I give you two ladies some time to enjoy the show?"
Amelia Lancaster
—"Yeah... I guess there's nothing I could have done but... I guess there's that lingering feeling of what if I could? I-I mean... I overheard the rat considering the plan, but I didn't think they were that stupid to actually try it. I don't know I just... feel like if I would have said something it wouldn't have happened. O-Or at the very least it would just be one or maybe two people falling in. H-How I was I supposed to know there wasn't an emergency off switch on the machine, that has to be a violation of some sort, r-right?"
Amelia thinks on it for a moment, considering Lumi's words and comments about Sam... after this she's gonna find her... make sure she's actually ok. She's brought back from her train of thought by the rest of the conversation. "Yeah... I-I guess Sam and another gal that's with us, Morgot won it in an eating contest? I have to assume you can just, stumble into one too. I mean, that's why people were gorging themselves with pancakes, Sam was hyped up on coffee or, maybe drugs, I couldn't tell the difference, and yelled about it out loud. Guess you'd have to just happen to find it in your food? That's also got to be a violation, right? And no, I wasn't suggesting we break the rules, don't worry. All I was sayin is we just order from the couples' menu if you're not fond of the buffet items. I mean, unless there's a non buffet menu they have, don't wanna force you to get anything from it if you aren't too fond of it."
She chuckles a bit, smiling to the waitress as she brings over the cocktails. Lord, twenty-four? As long as the alcohol content of em is that of an actual cocktail and they aren't shoving shots of vodka or something in it. "They do look pretty good, thanks. We'll talk it over a bit more, would we just be able to wave you over when we're ready for food?"
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—The mockingjay smiles and nods. "Of course! I'll keep an eye out." she chimes politely, and struts away. Lumi smiles at you, sliding a drink to you, and taking one herself. Time to take the mind off such dire conversations.
"To surviving this weird-ass gimmick resort." she says with a joking chuckle as she makes the toast, and tosses the drink back, a delighted moan of bliss at the taste. "Ooooh, if I had known it would be that good, I wouldn't have had it as a shot. That's lovely." she admitted, looking in the glass as if sad that it was all gone. "Oh, and don't worry about the menu. Buffets... aren't really a place for a health professional. Not the kind of thing I'm looking to get acquainted with." she says with a snort. "Doubt I'll order much. I'll leave the indulgence to the 'adventurer-types'..." she teases with a smile, poking her paw at your squishy hip teasingly, trying not to look too flustered by her own jab as she reaches for her next drink.
Amelia Lancaster
—She gives a nod to the mockingjay as she walks away, grabbing one of the cocktails with a smile. She knocks it back, seeming to enjoy its flavor as well. Lumi may be saying that as a joke, but at this point Amelia would drink to that in a serious manner. "Ooo yeah, what do they call them... old fasions? Can't say I've had one in a while, at least of this quality. And yeah, I bet you wouldn't be too big a fan of the buffet. Though I never really had a chance to try out anything from the standard buffet. I mean I'd feel like a dick picking from a premium menu anyways if you aren't able to. Not sure that breakfast has even settled for me yet, so I'm thinkin a ch- uh, caesar salad. I mean, considering where we are I'm sure it'll still be great. I'm not a picky eater anyways. Might also end up getting that cheeseburger pasta, sounds interesting. You see anything interesting for yourself?"
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—Wow! For sweet, fruity, girlie drinks... these were pretty hard. The first two hit you like a truck. You were surprised to see Lumi on her fifth by the time you looked at the line of cocktails. With her mouth full of alcohol, she just gave a shake of her head. "Ahhh~! God, that's good. Hmmm... I don't think so. Not exactly in here for the food. Though, when that waiter comes over, I might get another line of these drinks. I'm in love with some of these. I know alcohol's a bad habit, but, fuck it. Gotta have at least one vice on vacation, right? Even as a doctor." she snickers, flicking her tail behind her chair. Finally, she actually glances over, paying half-attention to the show.
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—Amelia, you take a moment to get a proper look around the room, having tuned out of the entertainment quite a while ago. You didn't recognize most of the guests in here, a majority of them being random faces that you would've never recognized without spotting them out individually. However, you did see a full team-length table filled, one of the teams seemingly having stopped here to enjoy the entertainment. "Team 6", their table read. The table visibly leaned to one side, the bench taken up by a notably large hippo woman and male turkey.
The table was littered with empty trays, and they both kept desperately waving the waiters over to bring more along, the bench creaking beneath them as they both gorged to their hearts' content. Across the table, a monkey with blue-dyed fur kept her head down, trying to enjoy a drink and... not make eye contact with what was happening at her table. She looked horrified at the eyes their behaviour drew. In similar disgust to them, a small, petite, short fennec fox kept to herself, rolling her eyes and moving her seat away from... that, wanting to make as much distance from the gluttony as utterly possible. A black-furred cat sat across from them as well, a wide-bottomed figure filling her seat--as well as her stretchy workout pants, as she leaned forward and ate bites of her meal in between heckling the show, sometimes loud enough to be heard, sometimes under her breath.
The horse... er-, the... "Fluxician", was now stomping around the stage, a hand to his temple, his eyes closed tight in concentration. Each of the four ponies were lined up side-by-side. Their figures were remarkably similar, each the usual "bombshell supermodel" lithe frame you'd expect, some curve to their hips. Each one wore a clipped-on horn atop their head.
"The Fluxician's Unicorns", they were called. "A-And now-! I shall follow the flow of this Flux... and decipher where it wishes to go! For I do not CONTROL, the Flux! I am a mere prophet of its wishes! For it cannot speak, it speaks through me~! he announces with an over-the-top showman's voice, his hand shaking as he follows it across the stage like a divining rod searching for water. The four ponies giggled as they leaned forward, each sticking out their chests. His shaking hand traveled to the first pony- no... the third... no... THE SECOND! His hand stopped atop her breasts, and with a glow from his fingers, the second pony gasped.
FwwwoooooOOOMPH!
Over the course of a few seconds, her breasts slowly began to swell outward... the hefty breasts turning quickly from C-cups... to D... to Double-D cups…
CREEEEEEAK!
Her tight showsuit strained as it stretched, and as she finally stood up, they bounced and wobbled beneath her chin as she smiled and waved to the audience, proudly displaying the new assets with a giggle, her nipples visibly bulging through the tight-fitting material. Most of the audience cheered at that. Or, at least, most of the male and particularly rowdy females in the audience did, clapping and hooting as she showed off.
Lumi put her face in her paw and groaned an unimpressed sigh. "Oh my god... this is seriously what they consider entertainment? Those are clearly fake implants or augments or something. And, God, they're really just going all-in with the fanservice, huh? You'd have to be a pig to eat this up." she huffs, her tail flicking as she complained.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia certainly seems to be struggling a bit with the drinks. Damn, usually she's much better than this. They make these drinks just way stronger than your average asteroid bar or is she losing that tolerance she thought she had? Either way, they're all still REALLY good, she just needs to get sips of water between em. She'd also be content with just drinks too... that is assuming she can actually handle them like Lumi seems to be doing. "That's what I'm sayin, everyone's gotta indulge at least a little bit, right? I-I mean, not sure why it's kicking my ass right now, but a suave rogue like me's gotta indulge in vices, and most of that time for me that's drinking." She does end up looking around the room and eventually to the show itself between drinks blushing a bit at how noticeably the table of one of the teams leant in one way. How can folks here just indulge so willingly?
It's gotta be because it's free to do so, right? She watches the 'fluxician's' act with curiosity. Certainly a blush-worthy scene, but she hears Lumi's explanation. Though just for the sake of humoring the man, she does a sort of golf clap to show that she's at least paying attention. "Eh, probably. Still quite the sight though, you can at least admit that much. If... that's your thing that is I suppose. I'm not a particularly choosy gal when it comes to looks. I'll try a couple more drinks, see if I'm up to finishing them and we can head out. I mean, unless dissecting the act is your thing of course~ I remember cackling my ass off at a video like that once. Probably wasn't actually that funny, but lack of sleep'll make anything funny."
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—The snow leopard giggles at your trouble with the drinks, shooting a wink as she downs another. "You'd think those fifty or sixty pounds would help you hold your liquor, huh~?" she remarks with a smirk, flicking her claw against the zipper of your tightsuit teasingly. Lumi laughs to herself about the 'dismantling the show' comment as she reaches for her next drink, holding up another toast. "Well, I am a doctor. Ruining fun is basically my job." she jokes casually, glancing back to the show to see what else she can dismantle the magic from next.
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—Amelia, by the time your food got to the table, you'd gone through about eight drinks, and you felt like you were MELTING in your seat, completely sloshed. Meanwhile, Lumi finished the other sixteen on the tray, and despite a bit of colour to her cheeks and a slight sway to her, she seemed relatively unbothered, even clapping slightly as the next row of drinks was delivered, alongside your food.
You were... dazed. Everything felt so blurry, and yet... so fun. You could barely hear what Lumi whispered to you, but you just smiled and nodded along playfully. Her voice sounded so... pretty! Her clothes were so pretty. And her... fur... And the food smelled so good on the table, your mouth practically watering as it was laid out in plates. Lumi just snorted at you and scoffed. "Ugh, I mention authentic, real pasta and you decide to go for the greasy stuff from chain restaurants? You're giving us felines a bad name with class, Amelia." she teased as she reached for her next drink, giggling.
Even the entertainment was getting more enjoyable, somehow. You watched groggily as the show went on... all the more fanservice being employed. The Fluxician was stopping to smirk and wink at the audience from time to time, showing off the flow and twinkle of his 'magic hand' to a few of the adoring fans, before turning back to his unicorns... two of which now looked like they had balloons attached to their chests, the other two falling a bit behind, despite all of them being notably... fuller in physique than they were a moment ago. The first pony giggled as she leapt up to take the Fluxician's hand, moaning lewdly and glancing to the audience with a wink as her knees buckled, her breasts swelling against his hand.
Streeeeetttcchhh-SHRRRRRIP!
With a lewd gasp, she bit her lip, doing well to cover as much of her nipples as she could as the massive, Z-cup breasts burst out of her outfit, flopping into her arms, nearly knocking the Fluxician over as he theatrically flailed backwards, a mix of laughs, gasps, and applause from the audience. Lumi just snorted, her face falling into her paws. "You've got to be kidding me. How do people eat this stuff up?" she groaned, getting her next drink.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia shakes her head a bit, lord the booze here is kicking her ass. Even glasses of water on the side aren't doing shit to help with it. She giggles a bit as Lumi finishes her drinks, watching as the food arrives and another round of them show up. Though to be completely honest, it barely registers to her. All she can really focus on is how... nice this all is. How nice the snep has been, as well as how pleasing she is to the eyes. After a second of reorientation, as well as taking a moment to grab the utensils themselves, Amelia gets to eating.
"O-Oh come o-on, it looks hic g-great~ Gr... greasy yeah b-but good. I like burgers..." She would be giggling as the act goes on. Again more so entertained by the idea that it's all just implants... but in this drunken state, the concept of 'boobs' is also kinda funny. Especially as they're getting larger. And holy they're getting bigger. Lumi's comment doesn't even register to her, answering the doctor's question about how it's entertaining. Alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol.
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—You... definitely shouldn't have been indulging in this state. You were far too drunk, and it was most certainly not five-o-clock yet. Inhibitions melted away, and you stuffed forkfuls of delicious pasta in your mouth like you'd been starved and casted away at sea. Finally having something to counterbalance the alcohol, you practically dumped plates down your throat, the pasta tasting better than you ever could've imagined. Was it the drunkeness?
Maybe, but that didn't change how AMAZING it tasted. You ate and ate, even able to handle a few more drinks in between finally here and there. Meanwhile, Lumi just... drank. And slowly, it looked like it was starting to catch up to her, swaying in her seat a bit, glancing over with half-lidded eyes at your four empty plates. +7 Fullness, +16 lb.
"Ugh... I Hic!-h-hate you... you're actually making the pasta look good... making me hungry..." she groaned under her breath as she irresponsibly reached for her next drink. Then, she noticed your tight zipper, a little giggle under her breath. "Daaaamn, did you finish those plates already? Looks-HIC!-like cheetahs do everything fast, huh~?" she teases with slurred words.
Amelia Lancaster
—She basically shovels the pasta in, letting out soft and quiet moans as she does so. Each gulp is very much visible if one were to watch her throat, pressing out her stomach more and more against the suit. Indeed it seemed that some food that wasn't just pancakes is definitely helping the alcohol thing, maybe the meat? It's why they have those options at sports bars, right?
She doesn't know the science behind it, either way all she knows is that food is good, and booze is even better. She takes a moment to breathe after a particularly big bite to finish the plate, letting out a hiccup and a groan before rolling her head to look at Lumi. "Awe... d-don't say that, you hic love me~ C'mon, y-you said it yourself earlihicer, gotta indulge in some vices while you're here~ Looks like I f-finished everything, definitely hhicelped with the drinks~" The cheetah leans back again with a satisfied groan, glancing over back to the stage and, at least trying, to listen if her new friend is saying anything.
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—You watched as the antics became... all the more indulgent on stage. The Fluxician's bravado got quite the cheers and hoots from the crowd... at least most of it. Team 6 still had its hecklers, but most watched as the magician paraded around the stage, kissing the ponies as they flung themselves at him, that magic hand finding their rears and-
FWOOOOMPH!
A pony's ass would suddenly fill the latex and lace of the suit, ballooning behind her as she giggled and flicked her tail. He'd hold out a hand, letting two of the ponies shove and push over who got to win the touch, the horse winking and smiling at the audience, blowing kisses as if they could be the next one his hand fell to, until finally, a pony pulled the other by her horn and threw herself forward, her already massive chest filling his hand.
BWOOOOOMPH-SHRRRRRRRRIP!
Giggles from the unicorns and cheers from the audience as her enormous, Z-cup breasts blew through her outfit, flopping out in front of her as the fourth pony showed off for the audience, strutting and shaking her ballooned chest and ass for everyone to see what the 'magic' had done to her.
"I told you, folks! The Flux is STRONG in this room! And it wants to go toward some VERY lucky ladies~!" he announced with a laugh, watching the four wrestle over eachother to touch his hand again. Lumi beside you was drunk enough to not be as bothered by the... rather lewd display, looking over at you red-faced as you tried to convince her.
"Ffffffuck, fine. -HIC! Let's order as a couple. I'm fucking starving, and that authentic pasta looked so fucking good. I'll just call it... an early dinner or something. Order whatever you want and I'll split it with you." she groaned in hunger. Putting her menu aside so that you could just order from yours.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia continues to watch the show before the snep speaks, loving every second of the show as the gal's chests, and now even asses it seems, keep swelling up and up and up. Ooo, even in this drunken state she knows it's a bad idea to go up and try to get a squeeze, but lord it was ever so tempting. Thankfully before her mind could linger on the thought for much longer, Lumi decides she wants to get some food as a 'couple', an intoxicated grin appearing on the cheetah's face.
"O-Of course~ hic We can do that~ Just wanna order some more of that pasta? Maybe some hic different varieties too? I don't care w-wha hic we call it, eating's helping with the alcohol..."
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—Lumi was practically dual-wielding drinks now, tossing them back one after the other. "Sure, sure... whatever looks good... as long as it's from that one restaurant on the second floor. It all looked delicious." she purred, her tail swaying methodically. She was slowly entering that drunken bliss-state now herself, swaying from side to side.
Oh, yeah, you both were... starting to feel it now. Were you both... more than twenty cocktails in...? You guys could barely speak without hiccuping, your stomach feeling full of delicious food, and Lumi's was rumbling, filled with drinks and little else as she swayed against the table, both of you sloshed beyond belief.
Amelia Lancaster
—Even though the gal was wanting from the second floor, Amelia would be too drunk to notice she didn't switch the tabs and was still ordering from the first. Probably a good thing given a statement both of them probably don't remember from earlier. Either way, when the waiter returns, she orders the same thing as well as a few other pastas from the restaurant that sounded good. a seven cheese rigatoni dish, though if you look at the cheeses in it, it's just a mismatch of different common store bought ones.
Some spaghetti that seems to be lacking meatballs, they don't notice of course, and literally just buttered macaroni noodles. At least the gals had the sense to just order one plate of each... which in their drunken speak got them one for each of each dish they ordered. Not that they'd care anyways. A particularly loud holler from the crowd seems to snap Amelia's attention for a little bit, making her realize they probably shouldn't drink anymore booze. She whimpers a bit after taking a drink of her refilled water, cuddling up to Lumi after scooting the chair over. "hic T-Think we should stop hic drinking and just have s-some hic water... Really st- hic s-starting to feel like shit..."
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—Lumi smiles at you drunkenly, in that 'I can barely close my mouth' giggle smile, shoving her chair towards yours and almost leaning close enough for a kiss. "Awwwwwwh, what's wrong~? Kitty can't handle her alcohol?" she purrs with a smirk, putting an order for a third line. "I thought you were such a big fan of indulging a vice or two... And that's coming from a doctor!" she laughs as you both place the order in.
As everything comes back, she's so drunk that, luckily, she doesn't even notice that it's not authentic. Practically drooling over herself, she digs in. Half of this, you don't even remember ordering, but the entire table's been filled. Lasagna, pizza, rigatoni, mac and cheese, spaghetti... it was covering the table from end to end, and Lumi was ready to dig in. "Thank God it's finally here..." Lumi moaned as she started scooping a plate from the lasagna, authentic or not.
The piled table made your eyes go wide, even in your drunken state. The tabletop practically creaked under the weight of the trays, and you nervously filled your plate. Not with the same gusto as before, you set to eating. Noodles slipping between your lips, creamy sauces filling your mouth, your cheeks full and throat filled with heavy carbs. Ugh, it was starting to feel like a carb-heavy calorie bomb was sitting heavy in your stomach, your poor zipper straining as that foodbaby bulge slowly pushed out further and further with each pound of pasta you slung down your throat.
Creeeak... creeeeeeaak…
Luckily, the alcohol made it easy to pay little attention to JUST how much you'd had, but... how long had you been eating? You leaned back in your chair for a second, rubbing your stomach. +12 Fullness, +10 lbs.
But Lumi... was really eating like a proper feline. The dainty, proper doctor was so drunk that she was practically using two forks at a time to stuff pasta into her mouth, making moans of delight as cream and sauce dripped from her chin onto her chest, staining her top a bit. "Mnnfh... oh, fuck, I told you, Amelia, there's nothing like-URP!- authentic...mnnnfh..." she moaned as she went back for her third filling from the lasagna tray, scarfing her plate down with a flicking tail behind her.
Amelia Lancaster
—The alcohol maybe, but no way in hell she's gonna let any of that food go to waste, especially if she's still got room! Sure she's started to feel a little bloated, but it's not that bad. If anything the alcohol that is in her system is hiding that fact. Despite how heavy it's all feeling, she keeps going back for more, her stomach rumbling and groaning as it tries to digest both this and the earlier breakfast. She barely notices the tightness of the suit, it unknowingly ready to pop at any second as she goes back to gorging and gorging. "Y-You're hic t-tellin me hic. Once we hic finish this up, you wanna hic g-get out of here?"
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—Both of you set to clearing the table, absolutely demolishing plates on either side. You were shoving pasta down your throat to counteract the alcohol... and like encouraged by its effects along the way. And watching Lumi indulge alongside you didn't help. Your zipper felt ready to burst. You felt it creep down your chest, and strain across your stomach. You could barely gasp for breath between bites, sweating at the feeling of fullness. And Lumi... actually managed to stay in tow. +9 Fullness, +25 lbs. You are now Bloated.
You'd swear you just watched this snow leopard eat about twenty pounds of pasta in between her drinks. And, if you needed evidence, the churning, bloated foodbaby bulge that was slowly starting to creep over her leggings and poke under her croptop and into her lap was a good indicator, white fur bulging out the more she gorged. This much alcohol and food looked like it was sending the feline's libido into overdrive, and you snuck a glance down to see a wet spot on the leggings, and she quickly crossed her legs, leaning forward to rub your cheek as you suggested leaving after the show.
"Wandering eyes~...-HIC! I dunno, maybe we'd-URRRRRP-nngh... be horrible influences on each other, little Uooorp-!-kitty~" she purred, pushing a few more drinks your way with a smile, as she barely even seemed to realize reaching for another plate of spaghetti, sauce dripping down her chin as she finished sucking up a noodle, and gave a cheeky smile at you.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia scraps the idea of being somewhat respectable and using a fork, picking up plates at a time to tilt back and slurp up the pasta on it. Each gulp stretching her already to its limit suit further and further out. It's a miracle that the zipper isn't opening further, or even just completely popped off yet. And thankfully for that, as it seems that the drunken cheetah is finally at her limit for eating, leaning back with a groan as she rubs her swollen and groaning stomach. She can't help but watch Lumi indulge herself, Amelia's own body finding this expanded figure of the gal that helped her out quite appealing in the moment. Even with how many shots she's down and given what's happening on stage, she doesn't plan on acting unless they get somewhere more private. Her own snatch would be sopping wet, only somewhat hidden by the latex's material, but obvious from her blush and squirmy state as she resists the temptation to reach down. "M-Maybe hic, I'm k-kinda at my hic limit r-right now though. One more hic b-bite and I might burst." She giggles again, cuddling up to the snep as she ends up reaching her own hand out to rub the doctor's growing belly.
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—Lumi gives a fake look of anger, and snorts. "Oh no. You're not leaving me to finish all this after you ordered so much! There's-HIC!-no WAY I'm letting you trick me into putting on weight just so you can pretend to be a light-eater~..." she snaps, poking at your belly and straining zipper with a snort. She... hardly seemed to realize just how many thousands of calories had already gone down her throat, but you avoided mentioning that.
Besides, it was easy to avoid that topic when the show was getting... a bit noisier. The show was becoming... downright ridiculous now. The girls were getting so absurdly-proportioned that they could barely stand, leaning against eachother just as much as they tried to shove eachother out of the way to get this magician to touch them again. The first pony's ass was the size of... well, an entire animal now, burst completely through her lace and latex, tail flicking for everyone to draw attention to. The third pony's breasts were so big that she was stuck to the floor now, bent over them, anchored down by her own sloshing chest as she tried to lift herself back onto her hooves with a whining desperation. At least the audience got a great view of her ballooned ass as it was stuck in the air as she tried to stand up.
Lumi was... COMPLETELY sloshed. You could see it in her face. And finally, inhibitions were slipping away enough that she wanted to finally heckle. She couldn't take much more of this. She was finally ready to make a scene with this ridiculous display. She started to get up, before you both glanced over at the sound of a rattling table. The black cat got up from her seat... swaying a little, somewhere between sloshed from alcohol or packed full of buffet food. Her gut bumped into the side of the table, and the turkey and hippo both gave her a glare as it made their food jostle across the tabletop.
"Those are fucking augments, you hack! And we all know it! Your little 'unicorns' can't act for shit!" she calls out, almost falling back in her seat as she points out the accusatory finger. The monkey beside her pulled at the waistband of her pants, trying desperately to get her to sit back down, but the cat was having NONE of it. The Fluxician raised a brow.
"Oh~? A non-believer? I have dealt with your lot before, Madame, I must warn you~!... What do you say, my adoring crowd... do we let this lovely lady's group have a taste of true magic~? Or are there other volunteers in the audience who seek to test my power's validity~?" he announces with a smirk, monitoring the crowd's cheer to let them have the vote, his eyes scanning the audience.
The hippo and turkey barely seemed to even register the question, just rubbing their hands together as their next order was brought out. The cat outright scoffed, her hands on her hips. The fennec fox wasn't entertained by any of this, making a disgusted face at the two across from her, the cat, and even the entertainer. She was clearly not having a great time. And the monkey... clearly wanted to disappear, pulling her ears over her face and just putting her head down as everyone stared. Lumi just holds her head. "Oh my God, he's turning it into part of the act. This is so stupid." she huffs.
Amelia Lancaster
—The cheetah blushes quite a bit. She's not pretending to be a light eater, she's fully stuffed! Guess Lumi forgot about the breakfast she was talking about..? Either way, she shouldn't risk eating more, not right now. Being... slightly more sober than the doctor, she tries to get the gal to sit down, blushing as she realizes she's about to make a fool out of herself before another feline in the room does that before Lumi. With this momentary distraction, Amelia tries to talk to the gal a bit.
"H-Honestly hic, I'm being c-complete hic ly honest. You should slow hic d-down a bit too. I don't w-wanna hic let the food go to waste, so hic m-maybe they can help us bring it to a personal hic theater? I know a good hic trick some of my teammates use~ hic" She was of course refering to belly rubbing, but she's not sure in the SLIGHTEST if either of them are able to effectively do that right now or not. But the state of her hand and eye coordination isn't at the forefront of her mind. But she does want to stay just a bit longer, see if this 'Fluxician' or whatever he calls himself will actually be able to immediately do some crowd tricks. She doesn't know much about Team 6, but she doesn't think other Teams would be getting paid to be part of the acts, right?
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—Lumi glanced at you, a bit of annoyance in her look between your sudden patronizing tone and how much you kept glancing over at those ponies on the stage. What, did more drinks make this cheetah less fun, somehow? And why does she keep glancing at those over-inflated bimbos? Finally, she gave a mischievous smirk, and reached for your paw as soon as you reached out towards her, holding your arm up by the wrist to volunteer.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia, despite how red her face already is, tries to pull her hand down from being raised as Lumi scowls at her, trying to pull it down as best she can. Clearly the gal's thinking of something mischievous, m-maybe a way to get back at her? What was she doing wrong?! Did she say something? "N-No no no, hic s-stop, what are you doing? I t-hic thought we were getting along..." The cheetah pleads with Lumi to make her stop raising her hand, knowing for damn sure forcing it down might get one of them hurt or cause even more of a scene than Team 6. Plus she doesn't want to find out whether that horse's tricks are actually real or not, her breasts are already just about to pop out. How'll that look on her as well as the rest of her team with such a lewd display?
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—Lumi giggles at how much of a fuss you make about the movement, holding her paw up beside you. "Oh my god, would you calm-HIC!-down?" she whispers in your ear, practically pressed up behind you as she holds your paw up, giggling into your neck.
"It's all a fake act, relax. I just wanna embarrass you a little-OUURRP!- Oh my god, I'm so sorry-" she apologizes as she realized she practically burped right into your cheek. The Fluxician rubs his hands together as he looks over what he was working with. "Ohhhh, absolutely wonderful~... Team 6, and these two lovely volunteers here... it looks like we've got some doubters who would like to be proven of the Fluxician's power first-hand~!" he announces, dropping his hand from one of the moaning ponies who were currently having her chest pumped a few sizes larger than even most augments went up to. He clapped his hands together, and wandered the stage, holding his 'magic hand' out slowly as he tried to 'feel for the Flux'.
"I am seeking it now, ladies and gentleanimals... I am establishing a new connection with the Flux... I must find it... will it be... the light? Or the dark...? Which presence is within this room, o' wise Flux?! Tell me!"_ he cried out, as if some weird performative priest. Lumi, behind you, just giggled, pulling your tail playfully. "See? Isn't this stupid and fun~?" she joked.
Amelia Lancaster
—...Lumi is probably right about this being dumb and a gimmick... but it's still embarrassing as all hell. Even if it's too late to back out now, she still tries to pull her hand down, not wishing to be seen right now. Hell, if she won't let her hand go down, she attempts to just get up and start leaving if she's able to stand.
"No, L-Lumi, hic s-seriously. I know I might hic s-seem like I like being the center of attention w-with my hic occupation, but not like this. Pleeease hic, let's just go..." There'd still be a couple plates of the pasta, left, yeah. And it's probably considered rude to just leave it, but if Lumi doesn't force her to sit and they pass by a waiter, she'd ask if they're able to have it brought somewhere else.
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—Lumi's smile fell as she saw how... distant you were suddenly acting. It felt so out of character for the flirtatious, mischievous cheetah. "Hey, Amelia, come on, you-" she says, trying to spin you around, pretty much right as you stumble and sway. About to come crashing into eachother or the table, you both fall into eachother, and with a "-Mmnf!" you both fall into a drunken, surprise kiss, both of you with your eyes wide at first... and then... half-lidded... and then... closed. Your tails both flicked, from surprise and from... a strange delight. You barely even realized as spotlights flashed over Team 6's table... and yours. The audience practically "ooo"ing like a high school as they watched you both deep in an intoxicated kiss. As the audience gawks, the Fluxician takes a moment to watch the show himself, before snapping out of it, shaking his head, and snapping his fingers.
"Ladies and gentleanimals... this is a very strange occurrence... for tonight, I feel as though TWO presences of Flux are within this room... and they seek our volunteers...." he announces dramatically. At this point, some of the audience were so into the act that there was even a few gasps, as if anyone understood what that even meant.
"These two lovers... the Flux wishes to bind them~... and so... IT SHALL... THEIR BOND GREATER THAN EVER~..." he announces, a snap of his fingers with his 'magic hand', and you and Lumi both gasp as you come away from the kiss... a tingling in your chest. And... a gnawing hunger. What... was that feeling? It felt as though you were suddenly so hungry, like the food in your stomach had been magically zapped away, despite still feeling the same tightness of your stomach against the zipper. You and Lumi's stomachs both growled in hunger, and you both looked at eachother in confusion. It made no sense to either of you, even in your drunken states. -20 Fullness.
"F-Fuck... why am I... so hungry again?" she whispered under her breath, Lumi clearly not wanting to say it loud enough to draw attention to the onlookers. "What stupid act is this even supposed to be?" But the Fluxician snapped his fingers again, turning his look to table 6. There was a sudden chill in the air. This fake act was... starting to feel really convincing. The Fluxician's eyes began to turn from their deep brown to a... concerning purple glow as he glanced towards their table. His voice even sounded different. Almost echo-y.
"Girda and Julio~... you seek to indulge in endless gluttony, pinned against eachother as rivals... Perhaps you should see what it's like to live in eachother's shoes..." he announces.
A branch of light like a glowing string flies from his open hand, and sticks to the hippo and turkey. With a pull, the strings overlap... and it almost looks as if a ghost is pulled from each of them into eachothers' bodies. All eyes fall to the two, and a gurgling could be heard deep in their overfilled bellies. They both puffed their cheeks, as if ready to lose their lunch. Then, their eyes went wide. Suddenly, Girda gasped. A sprout of feathers burst from her fat arm. Then her other. As she opened her snout in another gasp, it suddenly curved into a short beak. Feathers fluffed out from her barely-holding-together dress little by little. Her figure, which carried most of her blubber around her midsection, began to grow extremely bottom-heavy. Her seat creaked and bent beneath her as the hippo's thighs turned to that of massive turkey haunches. Fat spilled out of her dress, ripping little by little, until all at once-
SHHHHHRRRRRRRIP!
The dress blew open to reveal a fattened, enormous, wide-assed turkey stuck in her seat, in nothing but tightly-stretched underwear, trying to cover herself as she gobbled, clucked, and screamed, trying to find a reflective surface to see herself. And then... Julio. At long last, his attention was caught to the point that he dropped the plate he was feasting from. He let out a cluck, a burp, and then... his eyes went wide. His open beak grew rounder... softer. A hippo's muzzle slowly sprouted from his face. Feathers began to lie flat, and were suddenly replaced with bulging hippo blubber that stretched through his straining shirt, ripping splits across it until a sweaty, fat gut spilled out into his lap. His pants burst around his waist as he filled his seat, and instead of a flow of turkey feathers, hippopotamus blubber spilled out and bulged against the table, the turkey screaming as he got a glimpse of himself, feeling his own face in disbelief.
"Arya, my dear... you think my show to be nothing but foul play~? Tell me, do YOU have any augments to speak of~?"
The Fluxician continued. With a snap of his fingers, the four ponies gasped, and started to cry out. You watched as their breasts and overinflated asses began to shrink, their figures slowly returning to normal... as the black-furred cat's eyes grew wide, a rumbling in her chest. She gave a whimper, staggering back, covering her chest as her nipples started to strain through her dress, growing sensitive and aroused. "Nnfh... w-what the... fuck?!" she cried out with a hiss, flicking her tail. Everyone gasped and watched as the staggering cat suddenly fell back into her seat... and her chest began to swell.
The size that had accumulated across the four ponies... slowly transferred to Arya, and she began screaming in her seat as the chair creaked beneath her the heavier she grew... her tits ballooning, her bra popping as breasts burst through the seams of her lovely dress, nipples popping free and massive udders covering half the table as they swelled. By the time their swelling stopped, the seat beneath her-CRAAACK! -shattered, and she went tumbling to the floor, buried beneath her own chest blubber, and with just that bit of movement, everyone gasped as fountains of milk spurted from her, flowing across the floor as they continued to grow inch by inch... each one bigger than the rest of the poor cat.
Despite being a part of their team, the fennec fox howled with laughter at her team's misfortunes, pointing at Arya on the floor and crying with laughter. "You fat, insufferable cat! Finally got what you deserve!" the tiny fox barked. But the Fluxician's gaze fell to her next.
"Laila, Laila... so quick to judge... so quick to tease... I wonder how that smile would fare if you received the same stares~?"
A snap of his fingers... and the magic struck at the table. The massive mountains of food began to... swell. They grew... plumper. As if, with a snap of his fingers, every single piece of food had been made with ten times the butter and fat. And Laila's eyes went from tears of laughter... to a staring trance at it. Her mouth watered. Under a shaky breath, she muttered... "A-A... a bite wouldn't hurt..." The tiny fox leaned forward, pulling Girda and Julio's entire trays toward her, leaning over the table to gorge.
The audience... gasped. Before their eyes, the fox began to slowly grow. It wasn't like watching someone's stomach bloat with a long night's order. No... it was as if every single bite piled a pound onto her. Her petite hips, bent over the table, grew wider... heavier... In her mini skirt, the fabric began to constrict around her ass as it grew, her large tail fluffing, barely seeming to feel a thing besides her own intense hunger... gorging... and gorging. Her ass was twice as big as it was just a minute ago. And still, she didn't stop, shoveling the swollen, butter-plump food down her maw with reckless abandon, muttering about how much she was starving with each bite.
The monkey seemed to be sneaking away from the table, a tray over her face to hide herself, before the Fluxician smiled, snapping his fingers at her.
"And finally, Evelyn~... always so hesitant for the spotlight... Why don't we help you conquer that fear, and get all eyes on you~?" he said with a smile.
The monkey's eyes went wide, and everyone heard a slight Pop! of magical twinkling as the Fluxician's magic struck the monkey. She gave a whimper, and itched at her tightsuit. It seemed... to fit wrong, somehow? And then, you saw it. Slowly, she grew an inch taller. And then another. As the monkey slowly grew a foot in height, her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. "O-Oh no. P-Please no." she whimpered. Slowly, the monkey began to grow, and the audience gasped and stood back from her. She tried to make a run for somewhere private, but with the new height, she was uncoordinated. She yelped as she fell to the floor, and that's all it took for-
SHHRRRRRRIP!
Her breasts burst out of her quickly-shrinking tightsuit, and she tried to cover herself with a shriek. She grew another foot. And another. The monkey, once about five and a half feet tall, was now well over ten feet.
Tables were shoved out of the way as she grew. Chairs were knocked over. And all over her tightsuit, fur spilled out as she burst from it little by little. Her hips popped out in wide splits, and her legs burst free. Her waist and chest completely tore through. With desperation, she tried to cover her modesty, her face BRIGHT red as she yelped, even spitting a few curses at the rest of Team 6 for being to blame for this. She grew and grew, until finally, she had to lean down, her head bumping against the 15-ft-high ceiling, a few cracks forming, as the massive, room-filling monkey leaned over, whimpering with fear, covering her eyes with her ears.
"N-No one look at me!" she cried out, suddenly trying to crawl, even smashing through the wall as she burst into the bathrooms... which she outsized by a good few feet now. But still, she slammed the door, and was able to convince herself no one could see her. The audience was in cheers now. The drunken animals could barely believe what they'd seen, and despite the ponies glaring DAGGERS at the Fluxician, he drank in the adoration with a smile, bowing and blowing his magic hand as if it were a smoking gun. You were so busy watching such... a strange performance with Team 6, that you hardly even noticed Lumi had dropped back into her seat, gorging away on platters and trays of pasta... and then, you felt a strange tingle. As she ate... you felt your chest grow sensitive. You heard the zipper strain, and the fabric grew tight.
CREEEEEEAAAAAK....
You glanced down... watching your mounds of breasts ready to pop out of your tightsuit slowly start to... inch outward, little by little. Were they... growing? Lumi scarfed down another plate, and your cleavage oozed out a little further from the zipper... +6 lbs.
Amelia Lancaster
—Due to the drinking, Amelia too wouldn't have the coordination she usually has while sober, stumbling into the gal and planting the kiss on accident... though since all eyes are on them at this point anyways, her slightly sobering brain ends up just saying fuck it, she feels too good right now... She carefully decides to sit them both down, giving the gal an apologetic hug hearing her tone before, purring for a moment before hearing the Fluxitian again. She tilts her head, immediately looking down afterwards as her stomach grumbles rather loud, asking- no, DEMANDING she eat more.
She notices the same thing happening to Lumi, shrugging a bit before going back to that comforting hug... but mostly to eventually reach behind her to grab a lasagna plate that sounds real good right now given this newfound hunger. She'd snack on the plate for now, the loud and demanding voice of the mystic drawing her eyes to the various borderline MIRACLES of nature that are being performed with Team 6. Of course, once she's properly sobered up and remembers this, she'll of course feel bad for them. Some of em clearly wanted to just mind their own business, but right now that's not her focus. Amelia's focus now would be the... curious growth of her breasts?! How the hell was that happening? No way the magician would just do the same trick, right? And what did he mean by bind us? She stops her eating for a moment and sits back, trying to get a look at the doctor's body as she eats despite her own body PLEADING to keep going.
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—With the hunger gnawing at any logical thoughts in your head, Amelia, you start digging in. Plates of ravioli, slices of pizza, massive hunks of lasagna. A tsunami of cheese, carbs, sauce, butter, and garlic spices pour down your throat like a calorie cascade. And yet, each bite doesn't fill you with that sinking, filling feeling like you're used to. Your stomach doesn't feel any... fuller.
But you glance over, watching Lumi's croptop strain. The clear shape of her sports bra begins to push through the fabric, clinging to some newly-amassed fat around her chest and pinching under her arms. The slightest bit of a bulging belly slowly spills into her lap, and yet she doesn't seem to be slowing down at all! She's just DEVOURING, unlike anything you saw from the snow leopard before, her muzzle almost pushed to the plates just to leave as little time as possible for food to travel into her drooling maw. And with each bulging mouthful she swallowed, you gasped. You felt your suit tighten. You watched as more of the fat of your cleavage spilled out. You heard the sound of your zipper inching down tightly, straining over your slowly-fattening belly. Your nipples were just barely starting to peak over the cut of your suit now, with the shapes of them on full, bulging display through the fabric. It was a good thing most of the attention was on Team 6 at their table...
Amelia Lancaster
—Despite her very best efforts to resist the temptation, she quickly finds herself with two plates in hand. When the hell was half of one's contents in her mouth? Either way her body can't help itself. She quickly gets back to downing the food on their table, blushing immensely and letting out quiet moans as she does so.
When will the hunger go away? Is the mystic continuing to affect them like this? A theory starts to form in her drunken mind. It's a fucking wacko one, that's for sure, but she hopes it'll get Lumi to at least relax a bit with how fast and rabid her efforts to get sustanance are. She quickly starts grabbing other plates, gobbling them up as fast as she can while trying to glance over to the snep to see if that theory is right.
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—It was a good thing your plan included eating... because you weren't sure you'd have been able to stop even if you wanted to. Fuck, you were STARVING.
You and Lumi were almost restling on the table to hoard as much of the plates to your side as you possibly could. The mockingjay casually lined a few more plates on the table and took away some empty dishes, but neither of you even turned towards her or say a word. That would require you two to actually stop eating for a second. You guys both scoop up plates, scarfing pasta, carbs, empty calories of all sorts into your mouths with all the desperation of starved cats, tails flicking and moaning in bliss at every flavour that gluttonous slid down your bulging throats. Despite your bellies slowly spilling out with fat and bulging, you didn't feel full. Despite your zipper straining, Lumi's bra creaking, you didn't feel full. Lumi dropped her drooling maw to the table, and folded an entire pizza in half, cramming it down her throat. She made some rather... interesting sounds getting it to fit down her gullet, and as your face went red with the lewd noises, you gasped, your eyes wide, as you suddenly felt the zipper catch on the top of your stomach-
CREEEAAAAK-...PING-POP!
You gasped, your tits and belly bursting out of the suit, the zipper finally exploding open as an avalanche of pudge and fat oozed out down the line of the middle of your tightsuit, barely held by the latex along the sides, all the way down to where the zipper ended at your plump cameltoe. Some cheers and howls from the audience as they saw that, your breasts still swelling and spilling out further as Lumi leaned down and ate. And, you didn't know why, but fuck you needed more too. You leaned down, adopting her same strategy, gorging yourself as best you could with your watering maw mere inches from the trays. As you gorged and gorged, you heard creaking... ripping. A few seams along the sides of Lumi's croptop started to stretch and pop, as a belly slowly spilled out further the more she leaned over the table. The shape of her bra pushed through her shirt more and more-SHRIIIIIP! -a few rips popping open across her top more and more as her breasts slowly swelled further and further.
"Well, our lovely couple certainly seem to be enjoying their meal~!" the Fluxician announced with a sly smile, gesturing to your table as the crowd hooted and hollered with entertainment. Leaned down like this, fuck... it was getting harder and harder to even see plates past these gigantic, fat melons hanging from your chest. You could barely reach past them when you leaned down towards the table. How were they-... getting so big?!
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia at this point has just lost control of her body, her conscious mind being in the backseat as the instincts take over. If this was some dive bar and not a fancy resort she would have tried putting a hole or two in that fucking magician by now. But not only was she not in control of her body anymore, it probably wasn't going to stop until he decided they were done. Regardless she keeps trying to resist the temptation as she shovels plate after plate into her mouth, why the hell are the staff here encouraging this?! Shouldn't she realize they're both clearly intoxicated and under some influence? Oh well... she'll get the last laugh by submitting a complaint about it later... For now she just has to try to get control of herself back and trying to snap Lumi out of it.
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—The crowd watched with held breath as the two feline-hogs gorged themselves silly at the table. What a strange scene, to see two lovely, bombshell ladies treating their table full of orders like some sort of feeding trough at a barn... their tits swelling like balloons the more they manage to cram into their mouths. You hadn't even realized, but... you and Lumi's eyes were starting to glow... as if with each bite, you fell further and further under some sort of curse. You gasped, your eyes wide as you felt such sudden weight on your belly and chest.
SHRRRRRRRRRIP!-POP-POP!
Your suit split open, seams bursting down the sides until it practically burst open off of you, the latex covering little more than your chubby arms and legs at this point, barely over your ass as you bent over the table to give the onlookers quite the show.
SPLIIIT!
Lumi's leggings weren't far behind, her belly starting to push the waistband to its breaking point. Your tits were so heavy that you had to hold against the table to keep from arching your back under their weight. You winced as they bounced and slapped against your belly with each movement you made. And then you glanced over at Lumi....
Creeeeeeaaaaak-BANG!
Finally, the skin-tight sports bra that had been concealing their growth finally burst. Her top ripped open at the seams, and the snow leopard's enormous tits, almost as big as yours, poured out and hit the table. Both of your chests were covered in food, practically laying across the food-filled table in a messy, hedonistic display of indulgence. At this point, you two were all but eating plates right off eachothers' tits, just trying to stuff as much in your mouths as you possibly could to try and quench this agonizing hunger. There's no telling how long it would've gone on for-... if not for the unicorns' rebellion. All at once, all four of them jumped onto the Fluxician, and the horse gave a yelp.
"Give us back our tits, you PERVERT!" a few of them screamed at him, the gentleman's bravado melting away to cries for help from the audience as they practically tried to take his hand off just to put it back on their bodies.
The audience gasped as they watched, and with a cry, the horse's magic suddenly surged from his hand.
FSHHHHHHHWOOP!
A mystical, dazzling sound burst across the theater, his hand erupting in a momentary glow, before finally... everything stopped. The horse was on the ground, tackled by the four ponies, and he caught his breath, looking down at his hand... which no longer glowed. He shook his sleeve, and a depleted, faded Flux crystal slipped out of it onto the floor, cracking into pieces, his eyes wide. "Oh...." Suddenly, you and Lumi gasped. The magic glow left your eyes, and... oh god... All of a sudden, you felt so fucking full... so fucking heavy... why did your tits feel like waterbeds strapped to your chest? +40 Fullness. +110 lbs. You are now Overbloated. Oh... fuck…
You looked over at Lumi in a similar state... except... she started sobering up, looking in horror at what had been done to her body. "Oh... my fucking... god..." she whispered under her breath, her paws shaking as she looked over what the fuck had happened to her, grabbing the table cloth to cover her chest IMMEDIATELY. Then, you took a glance over at how Team 6 had fared... oh. Girda and Julio seemingly hadn't stopped screaming the entire time they grew. They were both completely naked now, beached on their backs after their seats shattered, kicking their legs out and jiggling, crying out for help from the staff. Arya was similarly hissing and screaming, cursing just about everyone in the audience for being useless and not helping her, crushed under about 600 lbs of her own tits.
Laila... was still eating. Holy shit, that tiny fox had gotten big. The tiny, barely-four-foot fennec fox was now overflowing three separate chairs. Her ass was wider than she was tall. She was gorging to such an absurd degree that she'd nearly emptied the table full of tampered food a third time, practically going to catch up to Girda and Julio's weight at this rate... fuck, if she kept going, she might weigh as much as them combined. Her fashionable little outfit had long since exploded apart, and you glance just in time to watch her lean forward far enough for her panties to do the same, bursting open off her ass, her tail flicking carelessly as she hardly noticed.
"More,-UUUORRRRRP!-w-waiter!" she chimed in a whiny voice. And Evelyn... had finally stopped growing. Probably about thirty feet tall now, she was still huddled and curled up in the bathroom, whimpering as cracks formed along the walls around her. Then, everyone glanced up... seeing where all that energy had gone to. Seeing the glow across the ceiling... and finally... CRASH-CRASH-CRASH!-
Like meteors, the light smashed down to the floor in three blasts, everyone screaming as they cleared out of the way. As the dust settled... you saw... what looked like three jiggling, amorphous blobs of that very magic. Even without eyes, every animal could feel their gaze pass across the room. It didn't help that the 'Glorious Fluxician' was kicking across the stage and whining, gesturing for his unicorns to follow him and get the fuck out of here.
[You have engaged 3 Fluxspawn Slimes in combat!]
You and Lumi both open fire three times each. Her small pistol, despite not exactly packing a great deal of power, curiously seems to follow each of your shots perfectly, her shot hitting nearly at the same time yours does. Your shot on the first slime only grazes, as well as the third.
However, the second shot on the center slime hits dead center, and between you and Lumi's shots, it bursts apart... and the gelatin that splatters around splits into two smaller replicas of the creature.
[An Effective Attack!]
The two smaller slimes prepare to start reforming together this turn. Lumi recharges her blaster, ready to follow your shots.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia grins behind her mask as one of the slimes seems to burst, only to realize that they're trying to form together again. Realizing Lumi's putting in some work too in this fight, she can't stay that mad, so she makes the callout. Her voice sounds lightly mechanized and static-y with the mask on, but clearly audible to anyone paying attention. "Focus on the ones that already split, they're trying to join back!"
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—ZIP! ZIP-ZIPZIP!
Almost perfect shots across the board. As the first slime lunged towards Team 6, you and Lumi shot it apart in the air, blasting it into separate pieces as well. Then, for the smaller ones. You and Lumi each dispatched them one after the other, popping them into a blast of jelly that, finally... stopped trying to fit back together.
The third, however, as soon as it's done ripping apart Lumi's shield, suddenly covers her face. "MNNNFH!" she cries out, her eyes wide. You run over, helping it off her, but half of it is already down her throat... a smaller one being pulled off her finally. She clutched her stomach with a desperate, pained groan as she felt it churn down into her guts...
Amelia Lancaster
—"F-Fuck, Lumi!" Amelia gets herself in the way of the other slime attacking them, only briefly glancing back to make sure the snep is upright... or at the very least still fighting. The cheetah assumes that if the slime were to try attacking her now and get through her own shield, it would still have to pry off the mask to actually get itself inside of her.
She aims again, ready to hopefully kill off this weakened slime now that part of its mass was gone along with the other ones still attacking Team 6. "J-Just a couple more good hits, we got this! Hang in there!" [Gonna play neutral once more]
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—Lumi's eyes go WIDE as, once again, the last remaining mini-slime near her lunges at her face. Luckily, both of you take aim in record speed, and open fire. With a few blasts, it bursts apart into sludge against her fur, leaving the snow leopard wincing and groaning as she tries to wipe it off. Meanwhile, the other slimes at Table 6 have other plans... As Laila bends over the table, still gorging herself without a care in the world…
Squelch....POP! POP!
You watch both slimes bounce up to her rear, and squeeze their way in. Her hips swell, and she sits back down heavily in her seat, hardly seeming to notice except a loud-BRUUUUUORRRRP! coming out of her as she slams back down, rubbing her stomach with a groan... the slightest purple glow coming from the fur of her stomach.
[COMBAT FINISHED!]
[Amelia, you receive 1 Luck, 1 Combat Point, and 5 Instinct Points.]
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia pants once the final slime is... dealt with? Poor gal's still gorging away and probably didn't even notice... but that she can worry about later. She looks to Lumi, checking to make sure the gal's alright before looking to the stage to see if that fucking mystic is still there or not. She has a few choice words and actions for him...
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—Lumi collapses into the seat. In the chaos of evacuating the crowd, you noticed that... somehow, the "Fluxician" and his Unicorns had managed to slip away unnoticed. You just growled under your breath as you helped Lumi up, wanting to give that horse a piece of your mind. You both did your best to cover eachother up as much as you could... especially the upper indecency, both of you now with a fresh pair of enormous udders that hung heavily over your full bellies. You almost couldn't believe your eyes with Lumi. Sure, she was nowhere near as big as you had gotten, but seeing such a lithe, skinny snow leopard blow up into... this... it felt unreal.
She waddled along, a thousand-yard-stare of horror as it still seemed to process in her mind what her body currently looked like. Within a few minutes, security and maids began to pour in, escorting folks along. A search was conducted for where the 'entertainment' had ran off to. Girda and Julio, still screaming at their bodies, pointing at eachother in disbelief, were carted away, barely in any state to walk, the maids wincing at the loud shouting the whole time. Arya's chest was put onto a crane so that she could waddle along behind it, about a quarter of the size of her own chest now, the sloshing, massive mountains of blubber leaking ever slightly, a few maids slipping. The whimpering, naked monkey had to crawl through the theater, helped along to the main lobby where she'd... hopefully be able to stretch her legs a bit better. And, well... Laila had her whole table lifted via crane for her, since she refused to get out of the seat, hissing at any maid that tried to move some of the food from her table as she gorged... and gorged... What an... odd scene.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia can't help but kick one of the already knocked over chairs, not having a chance to finish things, letting out an annoyed sigh soon after as she goes to comfort Lumi as she's clearly not taking this too well. She taps the earring again, the nanomachines falling back into their storage container again as she finds a tablecloth to get them both covered and looking decent with, refusing to give it up unless someone gets them some longer robes or ways to cover up.
"Hey uh... I'm sorry I suggested showing up here. I-I should have just gone back, or... heh, taken your suggestion for just a random movie or something. That and n-not let us get so wasted, probably wouldn't have been included in that act. D-Don't worry, I'll promise ya that I'll get my hands on that sketchy fuck, and make him pay for all of this. He'd better pray security finds him first so they can let 'em off easy..."
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—You two both help eachother out of the theater room as the evacuation went underway, both of you wobbling and stepping a little uneasily... a little heavily. Lumi's ears were flat the whole time, not making eye contact and face bright red as she covered herself with the tablecloth you brought. She barely even seemed to be listening to your promises of revenge. Your threats trailed off as you heard her bite her tongue, choking back a sob, her head down.
"Fuck, this is so humiliating..." she bites out in a shaky, weak voice. "I-I... look like a fucking cow." As she says it, she slips the table cloth lower to look at her chest, as if a part of her was hoping it was somehow all just a bad dream, before quickly covering herself up again. You both take a moment to lean against the wall, secluded away from the packed hallway of maids and security rushing onto the scene. "It's not your fault. No way you could've known that stupid show would do... this to us..."
Amelia Lancaster
—Despite her clear rage at the situation... she does notice Lumi's mood, looking to her with a frown of... sadness more than anything. Amelia lets out her own troubled sigh before pulling the gal in, a slight smile appearing on her face as she tries to comfort her in return.
"...Hey... don't say that about yourself. I think it looks great~ It's like you said, it was bound to happen at some point. We were forced to do it too, don't forget it. You shouldn't be held to blame for it at all..." The cheetah lets out another sigh, looking down to the gal's body before her own. Lord, that mystic did a number on them... even if they kinda gave in to the temptations. "If you need anything, just let me know, 'kay? I-I wanna make up for draggin you in there... Still feel kinda bad even if we didn't know what would end up happening."
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—As you pull the snow leopard in, you both give a sensitive gasp as your enormous chests collide well before the rest of you do. Lumi's cheeks were bright red as she tried to choke down the moan in her voice, before she narrowed her eyes. "Oh, of course you'd say that. It was already too late for your diet, but I was still keeping in shape! I think I realize what was happening back there. The more you ate, the fatter I got. You knew that, didn't you? You were just gonna pig out at my expense!" she huffs, shoving you back, barely realizing as her paws sank into the blubber of your chest as she did, her ears flat and cheeks red at the lewd moan that came from you as you staggered.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia lets out a muffled moan as well as their chests make contact, the blushing starting up again. She hears Lumi's words, her smile turning back to a frown more of concern and sadness. After holding back another moan of pleasure from the push, she gets right to explaining.
"L-Lumi, please understand, I-I noticed it too! I t-tried to warn you about it, t-tried to resist it myself once I r-realized the hunger was endless, I swear it! T-The only reason why I started was to make sure you didn't ruin me either!" She tries to reach for the snep's paw gently, showing as much sincerity as she can. "L-Look, I told you I didn't want any of this to happen. I truly,truly* didn't. If I knew I wouldn't be able to stop after I started eating, I would have avoided the food and try snapping you out of it. For fucks sake, your eyes were glowing! I-I know you probably don't believe in magic as a doctor, but you were under a spell, I WAS under a spell... Please... I-I can leave you alone if you really want me to after this... but you h-have to believe me t-that I tried..." Amelia starts to tear up all over again, doing her best to hold back the crying her body and mind desperately tries to cause.
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—Lumi's self-pity sulking died down a bit as you tried apologizing, your head dropping as tears start to well in your eyes. Slowly, she steps a bit closer, pulling you into a hug, your tails swaying in sync. "Oh, stop that. Don't go crying on me after you ruined my waistline." she huffed, a teasing smile playing at her lips. "I believe you that you tried. Although, don't think that lets you off the hook for continuing to gorge yourself after you figured out what happened. You were practically trying to make it a race, you glutton~..."
The teasing tone is followed with a kiss to your cheek, before, under the table cloth, you gasped as you felt her paws slip towards your breasts, teasing at your newly-swollen nipples. "Maybe I should stick around a cow like you a little more often. I still look in perfect shape compared to you~." she teases, heaving up your massive breasts and letting them drop against your belly with a PLOP! You could hear a purr in Lumi's chest as she watched you squirm and moan.
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The cheetah would be close to accepting defeat in the fact that this could have been avoided before getting pulled into the hug. It would be a pleasant surprise for certain, but she can't help but fully let the tears run, sobbing into Lumi's shoulder as she speaks as she feels the sensation of those sensitive spots. Amelia wipes her eyes, purring a bit herself before pulling the snep in for her own kiss. Nothing too long, but just enough to get her thankfulness across before speaking.
"T-Thanks... I-I'll try to avoid that for next time. And I wouldn't m-mind at all hanging around a bit longer if you want. T-Though we should probably get some better fitting clothes first. I'm sure t-the resort wants their tablecloth back..." She lets out a weak chuckle, still holding back some remaining tears and sniffling a bit as she goes back to that hug.
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Amelia, the snow leopard laughs joylessly, realizing that she'd, indeed, need some bigger clothes now. She just nodded along, returning to the kiss almost immediately, one last pinch to your chest playfully before she spins, flicking you with her tail.
"Let's just take this cloth and shuffle along to the gym side of the suite. There's a store there that sells some workout clothes. We can get something that fits, and then hit the treadmills and actually burn some calories." she says with a snort, reaching down to grab your paw and pull you along. "Can't let you blow up like that fox while you're here, tubby~." she teases as she pulls you along, jabbing a playful paw against the belly that was now properly bulging from you at this point. Even a curvy figure couldn't hide that.
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Amelia lets out another weak chuckle, but she feels much better. Yeah, this whole situation still sucks, but she's at least happy Lumi isn't mad at her. God, she can't imagine what she'd do if she knew someone was mad at her for something like this happening... or what that someone would do to her... She gives another hug, letting out another moan as she's squeezed. The cheetah thinks for a moment, her head tilting slightly. "I-I mean maybe you mentioned it before and I forgot, but did you say gym? Thought you were just jogging around the resort. And y-yeah, I'd love to go there and see if exercise will help with... this... And yeah, clothes are clothes at this point, heh."
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Amelia, you and Lumi start heading across the resort, trying to draw as little attention as possible as you both travel semi-nude in nothing but a communal tablecloth as your dress. You both slowly make your way up to the spa and gym areas, and she nods to you in the elevator. "Uh, yeah? Duh. If they're keeping us practically locked in here for ten days, they'd need to give us some way of staying in shape. Otherwise it'd be against the law. Not every animal feels like exploding out of their tightsuit, Miss Adventurer~..." she purrs, swaying her tail across your chubby belly to tease you as you both step out, and leading you to the clothing store. "Come on, let's get fitted. Ugh, I don't even want to hear what size I-"
Large animal. Your heart sank hearing that. You officially had to shop in the 'large animals' section. At the very least, Lumi got to shop in the upper side of the medium animals category, but even that seemed like enough to send her over the edge. She looked ready to bite the clerk's head off for even saying the words. You can only imagine how she'd have reacted if she was given the 'large animal' label. So, instead of making a major fuss, you tried to pick out some underwear as Lumi did the same, and grab a few tracksuits, running clothes, gym shorts, etc. Luckily, nothing was too expensive. Even with large animals' clothes costing extra, the suite was surprisingly gentle with its prices, only coming out to about 40 Units in total for a fair few outfits for you to wear, and some repair materials for your poor tightsuit. -40 Units.
The snow leopard similarly finished her shopping, swiping her augment to pay the Units with a huff, the underwear-clad snow leopard crossing her arms... probably both to pout, and to try and cover herself up a bit, her tail wrapped around her rear to avoid any unwanted stares in the store.
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She happily tags along, cuddling up close to the snep as they make their way to this clothes shop. Most of the cuddling up and hugging is to make ABSOLUTELY sure no one can catch some cheeky peaks, but there's also a hint of some chemistry, at least at the back of Amelia's mind. Honestly, Lumi's right though, it should have been obvious. "Well... I suppose I should tell the rest of my team then, huh? I'm fairly confident that at least a couple might consider it..." She says completely oblivious to other events around the resort. Large... fucking large, huh?
The drifter should be surprised, should be challenging this call by the shop-keeper and staff that did the measurements. But... well for one she doesn't want to make another scene given what they've been through, and two it might be a bit of a confidence booster for Lumi. She's honestly a bit surprised at how cheap the other outfits AND repair material was, thinking that she'd be in the negatives INCLUDING some debts she is still owed. But she can work with 40 units for cost, even if it's still a tad expensive. Next stop the gym, she supposes. So she swipes her own wrist over the scanner to pay and they start to head out. "S-So I assume there's a changing room in the gym itself, r-right? I mean, I'd change in the rooms in the store, but did you SEE the gaps from the floor to the door? Had to at LEAST be 2 to 3 feet." She chuckles letting Lumi lead the way to where this gym is. She knows for a damned fact it'll take months, maybe even a year to get this weight off alone. Lord knows what kind of weight she'll be carrying by the end of this if this trend keeps up.
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—Amelia, your joking manages to get Lumi to lighten up a bit, even as you two awkwardly shuffle through the lobby over to the gym, trying to cover up as much as you can that the tight underwear didn't. Despite shopping in the large animal section, you had to get a bra for extra large animals. You couldn't believe that. Lumi had a similar shock when she saw that she had to be fit into a large animal bra herself. With a smirk, she leaned back, hooking a claw to the tight strap of your bra, and letting it snap against you. "Oh, don't worry, we can change in the bathrooms." she teased, snorting.
"Honestly, yeah. Those changing room doors were way too high up. It's like they expect perverts to get wedged under there, with how fat half the animals are around here." she pointed out, taking yet another opportunity to jab at the weight of everyone around her to make herself feel better. As you guys both got to the gym area, you were both scanned in via your implants, and headed straight to the bathrooms. You prayed the animals outside couldn't hear the symphony of struggling, moaning, and grunting as you both tried to help eachother get dressed, squeezing yourselves in workout clothes that fit way too fucking tight for the size on them. You practically wanted to march back there and insist there was no way these could be made for large animals, but you just bit your tongue and sucked it up.
At the very least, you'd got a cute pair of leggings that hugged your legs, and a tight t-shirt that only slightly looked half-stretched-to-burst around your chest, your poor sports bra looking like it already wanted to retire permanently. Lumi was stuffed into a similar workout outfit as her last, going with the leggings that, this time, was NOT accompanied by a croptop, wanting to clearly cover up as much of her stomach as she could. "Phew... Alright. Let's go hit the machines, yeah?" she said, gasping and huffing as if the workout had already happened.
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Especially for Amelia that's... fuck, probably almost three times as heavy starting from when she first arrived, it would be quite the effort to get those clothes on. Doesn't help that they feel so damned tight, was this some kind of cruel joke by the resort? Encourage guests to get fat with free food and sell clothes purposefully a bit smaller than they should be? That or... maybe WAS getting close to being considered extra large. Regardless of her feeling tired already from just getting on the clothes alone, she'd feel bad ducking out now and possibly letting Lumi feel embarrassed. "Huff Yeah... l-let's go do that! You're the health expert, so I'm down for s-suggestions of what might be best. Otherwise I might end up just doing the same stuff." She giggles again, blushing as she catches a glimpse of herself and Lumi in an extra wide mirror. Yeah... this is definitely some cruel joke.
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Lumi smiled at you. "God, you'd be hopeless without me. Fine, I'll show you how to actually take care of yourself. Looks like I'm your de facto doctor from now on~." she says, flicking you with her tail as she goes by, before her smile falls as she looks at you both in the mirror, glancing between both of your widened, lard-piled figures.
"Eugh... don't worry, we'll get this under control. Just try not to think about it too much." she assures you, gesturing along for you to follow, and leading you to the treadmills. You'd start off with something easy! "Alright. They're on a lower setting, just to get settled in. All ready?"
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"Heh, might be right. Again, i-if you need me to make it up to you in some way, just let me know. I'm MORE than happy to do what I can." She follows the snep out to the treadmills, happy that they're starting with something familiar. Personally she prefers a track since she gets to feel the wind in her face, like all cheetahs should, but she probably won't be able to go faster than a walk at a time. She steps up with a smile, for once in her life attaching the safety clip on one of these machines. "Ready to go! So just turn it up as I feel comfortable or should I keep at a walk for now?"
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Lumi gets on her own treadmill, and then leans over to yours with a smile, slowly turning up the dial. "Let's see what you can handle! You are a cheetah after all, aren't you~?" she teases with a snicker.
Both of you start at a brisk jog, slowly upping the pace little by little together. Sure, there was a few stares here and there. Big felines in the gym usually pulled some looks here and there. After all, everyone knew cats always looked good running. It was just their nature. You two didn't talk as much as you'd hoped, but honestly, you weren't sure if you'd be able to hold decent conversation anyway. Within about five minutes, you two were both panting and gasping, sweat running down you in rivulets. You could see sweat stains making half of Lumi's shirt see-through, and you could only imagine yours probably looked the same.
Over the hour, Lumi has lost 3 lbs.
Over the hour, Amelia has lost 4 lbs.
Gasping and huffing, Lumi finally glanced over at you, before a bit of red came to her cheeks, and she quickly looked away, clearing her throat. She was... not expecting you to have worked up that kind of sweat already. "How you holding up over there, Speedy~? Feeling just as swift as nature intended?" she teased with a snicker, even between the occasional pant for breath.
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Amelia CERTAINLY can feel the burn. Usually this would be a bad day's warmup, but right now she feels like she's been giving it her all simply from this light jog. She chuckles a bit, blushing as she checks on how Lumi herself is doing. "Heh, huff n-not exactly b-but huff I'm sure we'll both cough cough get there in n-no time." She gets back to focusing on the running, keeping an ear out for Lumi, but she needs to focus on breathing.
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—Amelia, despite Lumi clearly blushing, she finally turns off her treadmill to come over to yours, casually sauntering over. "Seriously? Three miles per hour? Come on, you're a cheetah~... act like it~..." she purrs teasingly, twirling your tail between her fingers as she leans past you to slowly turn up the speed... notch by notch.... until you felt yourself jiggling with the proper run you had to keep up all of a sudden. Your eyes widen as you feel her give you a sharp little smack across the ass, trying not to let the bounce knock you off your pace. "Don't think just because you're cute that I'll go easy on you as your doctor~..." Lumi purrs with a playful mischief in her voice as she goes back over to her machine.
Over the hour, Lumi has lost 0 lbs.
Over the hour, Amelia has lost 1 lb.
Amelia, by hour two... you weren't feeling great. You tried to keep up the pace Lumi had set, but even she wasn't running that fast. You could barely last 10 minutes at this speed. Fuck. Some cheetah. But you refused to give up. You were NOT about to embarrass yourself in front of Lumi. So, even as you moaned and huffed in agony, you kept running. Kept running. Kept running. Eventually, Lumi, sweating and gasping, glanced over at you, worry in her eyes.
"Oh, fuck... Amelia, are you okay? You... aren't looking so good." she offered. You were sweating buckets. She was, too, but you were still running at full speed. Lumi turned off her treadmill, and walked over, putting a hand on your back. "Hun, let's just take a break for-" She tried to reach past you, but neither of you had quite accounted for how... wide you both were. With a yelp, you both tumbled straight down. Luckily, you had the safety cord on, so you held onto that, but you felt the treadmill scraping against your leggings.
You could feel Lumi clinging to your waist for dear life, holding onto you as you both screamed. You tried to reach to turn off the treadmill, only to hear-SHHHHHHHRRRRRRIP! as both of your leggings, one by one, were practically devoured by the treadmill belt, ripped straight off of each of you.
You pulled the safety cord off, and all at once, you both tumbled to the floor with all the momentum of a bull, gasping and groaning as you both landed on eachother... legs entangled, chest-to-chest, face-to-face with Lumi as you practically pinned her to the ground under you. It didn't help that you were both in nothing but panties from the waist down now, sweat and excitement making the air suddenly feel warm between you, both of you just... red-faced and gasping as you looked at eachother, the whole gym practically disappearing into a blur as you both just... stared at eachother, both of you catching your breath with slight whimpers as you felt your chests press against one another, squishing with each deep breath.
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Amelia takes a moment to glance to Lumi, still determined to prove her cheetah genetics as the snep pointed out earlier. She would be about to mention that some water sounds REALLY good right now as the gal reaches past. "N-No no wait!" All of the sudden they both fall over, leggings skidding on the treadmill as continues to run beneath.
These safety cords are supposed to turn off the machine if they're yanked, not keep her on! The embarrassment continues as the leggings rip off, exposing their low halves to any other gymgoers But once she gets the cord off, she pants as she lands on Lumi, slightly moaning as they squish and press against one another. The cheetah's face a deep crimson, she continues to catch her breath, trying to explain herself soon after. "O-Ok... huff How was I supposed huff to k-know that cord was mmm to keep me on, n-not to stop it?" Too exhausted to try rolling off first, Amelia slouches out, resting her head on the doctor as she tries to gain the composure to get up again.
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Lumi gasped the whole time you spoke. "Of course it's to... huff... keep you on... if it... huff... turned it off right away, that would be... huff... even more dangerous..." she tried to let her doctorly logic and wisdom shine through... Even as her face went red and her breath went warm as you felt her paws on your hips... slowly feeling around to your ass as you pinned her. You could practically read it on her face.
Wow, this is one big cheetah... She gulped, and took a deep breath, finally giving a small, flustered smile. "Tell you what, get off of me and I'll treat you to dinner. Assuming you're not still scared of the buffet wing, obviously. I think a big cheetah like you has earned it after all that hard work~..." she flirts teasingly, leaning up to plant a quick kiss on your lips, before huffing to try and get out from under you, both of you struggling to help eachother up after a crash landing like that... both of you going red-faced as you caught the stares of about a dozen animals in here, all of them watching, mouth agape.
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Amelia blushes even more, doing her damnedest to keep the moans as quiet as she can as the snep feels her backside. And in front of... how many other animals? Not her ideal choice of location... but it's good to see some interest in a pretty gal like her. Hm... dinner sounds nice, but damn she still feels full from earlier. She's got another meal in mind... She returns the kiss with a weak, but confident grin as they attempt to help one another up, more than likely taking several minutes to do so.
"W-Well... I'll have to go back there at some point, but I'm thinking I'm kinda full still after that stage performance... Obviously I might be overstepping a bit but... you clearly seem interested in my newfound curves~ Perhaps the doctor would like to have a closer examination?" Amelia gives a stronger smile this time, showing she absolutely means it... if she's into it of course.
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Lumi thinks on your offer for a moment as you help her up. But, without warning, as soon as the snow leopard smiles, you almost trip over yourself as you feel her pushing you back. Suddenly, you feel your back up against the glass window of the gym facing the main lobby, an audible squeak of the glass as the fat of your ass is squished up against the window for all the passing animals to see. You can see Lumi's tail flick with a little bit of sadistic mischief as she sees the fear and embarrassment across your face, and licks her lips, giving you another quick kiss on the lips, until you can literally feel the fangs of her smile against your muzzle.
"How about~... you agree to my offer first~... You get to see what it's like to have someone RUIN all the hardwork you put into your body~... and THEN your doctor will treat you to a better examination~..." she purrs, reaching down and squeezing the sweaty fat of your underbelly spilling out of your tight top, as if a declaration of war for just how much she was going to undo the hard exercise you'd just had to endure…
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"W-Woah!" Amelia yelps for a moment as she falls back, gulping a bit as she sees the doctor's look. It... doesn't look hostile? A bit intimidating, sure, but Amelia gets strongarmed all the time in her line of work, it's nothing new. The sudden kiss though wasn't really expected, and something Amelia is happy to return. She listens to the doctor's words again, shivering a bit as she speaks them quite sternly... this is agreeable she thinks, surely this is how she can repay the gal afterall.
"...Now that you mention it, I do feel a slight tinge of hunger. I'm kinda interested in seeing what the rest of the buffet has to offer." She grins a bit, letting out a soft moan as Lumi grabs her underbelly... she's definitely done worse to get her rocks off.
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Lumi smiles against your lips as you sheepishly give your answer, slipping her hand lower past your belly and rubbing the softest, feather-light gentle circle into the wet spot she can feel in the material of your tight panties, tracing the cameltoe teasingly with her finger tips, and then moving her fingers up to your lips, making you lick them clean. Finally, she gives you a loving pat to your cheek.
"Good girl~. Now, let's go see how much of your work we can undo... Doctor's orders~..." she purrs in your ear, before flicking you with her tail as she passes you by, and you watch the underwear-clad snow leopard ass strut away towards the door, waiting for you to follow her.
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—Amelia bites down a bit as she feels the doctor already getting curious about her body, her soft moans still relatively contained and to just themselves... unless some of the other gym goers decide to get a bit too close. She still feels her face red hot as she brings up her fingers, not sure if it's more blushing or continued as she smirks. The cheetah does lick clean the hand, giggling a bit as she finishes it off with her maw gently wrapped around Lumi's index before pulling off. How scandalous~ Seems like the doctor doesn't even care about their pantslessness as she leads the way. "T-Trust me, not to insult our efforts, but I feel like that'll be really easy to do in this resort~"
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Lumi can't help but giggle under her breath as you say that, waiting for you at the door. As you both step out, she gives you another smack to the ass, making you feel it wobble and bounce this time.
"Good~... then let's get you somewhere your doctor would hate to see you~..." she purred as you passed by. Almost immediately, you both locked eyes on Greasy's diner, and she just gave you a smirk as she saw the nervousness in your face, leading the way with a strut. She still had her tail wrapped around herself, seemingly still a bit bothered by how much of her had nothing but underwear to cover... but knowing that you were the primary target of humiliation seemed to make her feel a bit better about it all. She walked up to the counter, and you let yourself indulge in sneaking a peak at the curvaceous leopard's rear as she bends over to be at eye-height with the window. Then you heard her request a table for you both.
Outside. One right out here in the main lobby. Great. On full display. She struts back, sits down, and gestures for you to sit next to her with an innocent smile.
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Amelia smirks a bit as she sees where Lumi is taking her, chuckling a bit before saying something as she follows. "Wheren't you saying something earlier about this exact restaurant or am I imagining things~ Pretty sure a single bite of here might ruin that progress."
She chuckles again, watching at Lumi requests their table. Outside huh? Guess she really wants to stick it to the cheetah. Suppose it's the least she can do for the gal given what she unknowingly put her through. She can only hope that the snep shows a little restraint and understanding if she actually decides to stuff her completely full. Though Amelia is willing to eat whatever is handed to her within reason regardless. Amelia sits down with a smile, making sure to sit close with a purr.
"So you just want me to do all the eating or did you have plans to do a little stuffing yourself? I-I mean, I'm fine with it either way, it is your payback afterall. And did we also want to set up a safe word? Or perhaps some sort of signal if things are a bit too intense for me? I promise I won't abuse it, I just wanna make sure I don't pass out or anything and kill the mood."
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As you ask your question, she outright snorts at you. "Yeah right! As if I'd gorge myself too~... I bet you'd just love to see that, after what you tried, hm~? What kind of a doctor would I be if I ate at a place like this~?" You feel her slip a paw down underneath your tight shirt, grabbing the fat of your belly with a smile.
"Besides, that wouldn't leave enough for my big cheetah~..." she purrs in your ear, giving it a little nibble. "I'll tell you if you need a safeword. For now, just trust your doctor~..." She taps her augment to the menu, and a small, spherical drone floats over to your table to take the order. "One of everything on the menu, please. We've worked up quite the appetite~." she says with a sway of her tail, and the drone floats off to the kitchen.
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“N-No I wasn't refering to you gorging too, I meant as in you f-feeding me..." That's something Amelia didn't think she'd ever say in her life, but here they are. She lets out another purr as the doctor's paw starts to explore again, blushing a bit more as she leans in close to speak. Once the drone takes their- her order, she smirks and looks back over to the snep.
"Who's 'we'? You speakin' the tongue of the peacock or something?" She chuckles a bit, finally responding to the earlier bit about a safeword. "And fair enough, I trust ya to keep me safe during this."
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Amelia, Lumi doesn't even spare a glance at Margot. It was as if teams didn't even exist right now. All she cared about seemed to be here, and now. She just snorts, rolling her eyes at your witty little jab.
"Careful, your doctor's a dangerous animal to upset~..." she purrs teasingly in your ear. But as soon as you say those magic words, 'I trust you', she just smiles, her paw going lower, and pushing teasingly into the fat cameltoe of your panties again, letting your excitement wet the fur of her paw. "Good girl~... Always trust your doctor~." she whispers. She pulled away just as the food started to arrive, the first set of plates quickly filling up table real estate, and she shoots you a smile, picking a plate up in her paws, and turning to you.
"Ready, big girl~?" she purrs, her tail swaying hypnotically behind her.
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"I'll be careful~ I guess I m-might just be a little nervous, you know? Guess sarcasm and attempts at humor are my way of gettin my mind off it I suppose." She gives a nervous chuckle, the sound slowly turning to a moan as the snep presses against her lower regions. God, she isn't even pushing in and it feels that good.
Is this normal for being so... large? Or is it just Lumi herself. Either way she notices the food arriving, gulping a bit at how much 'one of everything' actually is at Greasy's. She holds out her hand to accept the plate, assuming the doctor isn't planning on just shoving the food in herself the entire time. "Y-Yeah, it's a little intimidating, but I'm ready."
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Lumi just smiles at you, settling in the seat behind you with her legs wrapped around you, basically sitting you in her lap. With no pants on either of you, you could feel the warmth of fur-to-fur contact, your cheeks heating up as your tail flicked. "Nothing to be nervous about... just clear your thoughts, and open that mouth~..." she purrs from behind you, leaning around to take a massive, grease-dripping double-burger off a plate, and bringing it to your lips…
Amelia, without any other ways to delay the inevitable, you had no choice... it was time to finally dig in. You opened your maw for the massive burger to be stuffed in. "Mnnfh-!" You tried not to gag and moan in public as the mass of food was crammed between your lips, barely having a few seconds to sink your fangs in and chew before it was being pushed down your throat. Within a few bites, you were left sucking Lumi's fingers clean of sauce and cheese. "About eight hundred calories right there. As a..." Lumi's voice trailed, her free hand reaching down and squeezing your fat belly as you felt the burger sink into your stomach. "...healthy, adult female cheetah, that's already almost a third of your daily recommended intake." she informed you helpfully, a smile growing on her lips as she slid a tray full of six more double-burgers in front of you. "Now this... is just complete excess~..." she teased, reaching down to fetch your next one.
Mnnfh...glp! -Omnpf! Mnnngh-
You struggled to even get a word out as she fed you. Even when you thought you could get a mouthful down, she'd make you wash it down with a mouthful of soda or a milkshake, filling your throat anew.
You moved from item to item of their menu. Plates of burgers disappeared from the table. Plates of fries. Tacos. Hotdogs. Icecream. Slowly, your legs started to unconsciously part, your belly starting to fill the space between them more and more, the tight waistband of your panties digging into your hips as it slowly began to strain against the bottom of your belly as it filled, inch by inch... Fuck, as much as you hated to admit, Greasy's was delicious. Fast food places like this were such a guilty pleasure. Greasy, fatty, indecent, and utterly shameless. You gulped nervously, realizing just how easily someone could've used those same words to describe you right about now. It had been far too easy to indulge in this place, but... it had never been quite like this. This wasn't just easy. This was intimate.
You couldn't stop yourself from hanging onto Lumi's every word. From licking her fingers clean and obediently gulping down everything she stuffed in your maw. She was feeding you so much. As time ticked by, an hour passing, you felt so heavy in Lumi's lap. You burped helplessly as she rubbed your belly from behind, and grabbed your hips spilling over your underwear. And yet, you melted as you heard those words again.
"Good girl, Amelia~... God, look at you, ruining all that hard work with absolutely no remorse at all, hm~?" she teases, glancing around to see if she could sneak a quick touch, her paws sliding along the skintight band of your underwear and slipping under your bloated belly, rubbing a teasing circle against the soaked fabric of your panties under the table... +13 Fullness, +24 lbs.
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The cheetah nods, gulping a bit as she opens up. It's clear there's still a bit of nervousness, or perhaps hesitation, but she's not stopping it from happening~ Not in the slightest. Although she would have liked a little extra warning that the burger would be crammed right in. She does her best to chew quietly and with her mouth closed, keeping the sounds of the slight moans and groans to a minimum. Listening to Lumi's words, she would be about to make another snarky comment before the next burger is pushed in, and once she swallows, the next, and the next, and the next. She knows for a damned fact that she has to have already lost all that progress from a few of the burgers alone.
Curiously between eating, the soda and milkshakes seem to go down a bit easier. She supposes it might have something to do with the two not stopping for water at the gym... but this was different somehow... As they keep eating, Amelia does her best to keep up, only holding up a hand to slow down to make sure she doesn't choke on a piece of food or five before putting it back down to let the doctor get back to it. She feels the gentle teasing from the snep, trying even harder not to let out a louder moan that gets everyone around them to start looking. And those words, oh those words. Every 'good girl' uttered seems to strengthen Amelia's will to keep going with this, the purring barely noticeable over the sounds of gorging and her stomach.
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Amelia, despite the people around for the dinner rush, you prayed they couldn't hear the sounds of indulgence coming from your table. The muffled whimpering as Lumi's merciless paws stuffed your cheeks. The desperate gulping to swallow it down. The whine you gave from the pressure of your poor belly, and the tightness of this workout top... You ate... and ate... and ate... By hour two, about half the table was littered with empty plates, but you groaned to see so many still filled. This was NOT a one-cheetah job…
But every time you felt like tapping out... you felt some... 'encouragement' from Lumi. You were filling her lap now, your ass spilling over the sides of her lap as your panties slowly disappeared further and further into fat. Your top rolled up so far that it looked like you had a pregnant belly filling your lap at this point, sweat dripping down the expanse of golden fur. As you leaned back, catching your breath, you felt Lumi squish her massive chest against your back, leaning into you. "Feel these udders you gave me~? I'm gonna make sure I look like an A-cup next to you, you cow~..." she purrs in your ear. You feel her slip her paws under your shirt, stuffing them under the skin-tight sports bra, and squeezing your swollen nipples between her fingertips, smiling as she watched you squirm and whimper. +24 Fullness. +25 lbs. You are now Bloated.
Fuck, you could barely gasp for air. Even wearing as little as you were, everything felt so tight. "Go on... open that maw~..." Lumi whispered, leading a massive hotdog straight to your lips. Slowly, you felt that other hand mischievously travel between your plump thighs again, rubbing circles against that panty-stretching cameltoe. You tried to snap out of that trance, but fuck, she wasn't making it easy. "Come on~... be a good girl, and listen to your doctor~... She knows best~." the snow leopard purred, almost motherly.
Amelia Lancaster
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Each gulp, each plate emptied, every cup drunk Amelia could feel swelling her up more and more. At this point Lumi just has to be taking advantage of this newfound kindness of the drifter, it isn't even about getting payback for the weight she had put on. But... it's not like Amelia's complaining, the actually wasn't complaining at all due to her focus purely on getting everything down.
Somehow despite by this point she would have absolutely felt ready to burst, somehow she still has the space to stomach more. Amelia takes a moment to breath blushing and smiling a bit before those mischievous paws slide in her shirt. She quickly covers her mouth to muffle a moan about to escape her, taking the chance to wipe off any grease and other food particles around her mouth to lick up as they have this short break... even if the doctor wasn't treating it as such. She opens her mouth a bit to speak, just wanting to make sure Lumi's also there and not in some sort of revenge trance.
"H-Hey Lumi? J-Just relax a little bit f-for me ok? I-I'm ok with letting you get back at me, but I a-also wanna make sure you don't go overboard, for your sake mostly, I w-wouldn't want to lose yourself a bit and regret it later..."
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Lumi sighs as you say that, Amelia, as if begrudgingly giving in to not taking things too far. She helps you up from the seat, and, unsteadily, you slowly get to your paws as she gets out from under you. Then, with absolutely zero warning, you feel her put a paw to your back with a surprising amount of strength, bending you over the table, your fat ass stuck out towards the main lobby with your panties wedged in the worst wedgie of your life. You hear a few gasps from the passing animals, even one coming from yourself, as you feel a SHARP smack across your ass, the fat bouncing and jiggling as your gold-furred rear swayed from the impact. Holding you down to the table, you felt as the snow leopard leaned over you.
"A good kitty does not talk back to her doctor~... Look what you did to me~... You're done when I SAY you're done, understand~?" she half-growled, half-purred in your ear as she pinned you down. Then, a smile spread across her lips, and her hand traveled down your arched back, across your ass, and between your legs, spread to keep your stance steady against the table. Slowly, she started tracing that rhythm circle against your underwear, the wetness of excitement growing as you tried to suppress a moan.
"Besides~... don't pretend like you're not hungry for more... EVERYONE can see just how badly you're craving it~..." she teased with a deep purr, flicking her tail.
Amelia Lancaster
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Amelia lets out a sigh of relief, thinking for a moment the gal is convinced before she feels herself getting bend over the table, yelping a bit as she doesn't expect it. Her face goes right back to a bright red like she had in the gym, looking up to Lumi with slightly terrified eyes.
She nervously nods, yelping against as she gets spanked. She listens to the doctor's words gulping a bit at how stern she is with it. "F-Fuck Lumi, sorry! I-I didn't mean to offend you, y-ya could have just asked..." If this is some sort of roleplay the gal's doing, putting on a mean front and all, she really could use that safe word by now. It's DEFINETLY starting to push Amelia's boundaries a bit, even if the foreplay felt a bit good. "...I just t-trying to make sure you didn't get too caught up and carried way is all..."
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Lumi gives another sharp strike across the ass as you speak again, cutting you off mid-sentence. Holding you down firm, she stuffs another one of those big, messy hotdogs between your lips, and leans down to look you in the eye.
"A good kitty doesn't talk back. A good kitty eats." the snow leopard commanded plainly, before leaning towards the table. You still had more to finish.
Fuck... You weren't sure if this was foreplay, or a declaration of war, but whatever it was... it was going much further than you realized. Your paws slipped against the tiles of the floor as you tried to support your own weight... but between the sheer mass, and Lumi pushing you down, you just whimpered, feeling ready to break under the pressure. Your throat felt sore as massive mouthfuls of food had to slide heavily down your gullet, the only saving grace being how easily you could guzzle down the thick shakes and bubbling soda. Fuck... she was filling you like a balloon. And every time you even dare tried to talk back…
SMACK! You moaned, your ass bouncing for everyone to see as the stuffed, humiliated kitty on display was left with another red print across her ass. Forty empty plates... fifty... As the hours ticked, the table FILLED with them.
Your cheeks puffed, feeling sick as you looked up and realized you'd eaten ALL of that. Fuck, you were gonna explode... You tried to look over your own body to see the damage, and- "Mnnnfh!" Your eyes went wide. You felt your belly pushing against the seat below you. You'd filled like a balloon so much that you were now laying on top of your own taut gut, the beachball of taut fat filling the whole seat below.
Creeeeaak-SHHHRRRIP!
You whimpered. You could hear the seams along the side of your workout shirt starting to fray and split. It couldn't roll up any further, and your chest was starting to push the fabric to its limits. You were about ready to demand a break, before you felt her slowly lean down, holding out a claw, and slowly dragging it down the seam of your top.
Pop...poppop--SHRRRRRRIP!
In a single motion, the fabric burst off of you, and your tits spilled out, bouncing in the skin-tight sports bra as they hung heavily below you. You gasped, as you felt... oh fuck...
You felt Lumi slowly lift the bra up over your tits, letting them spill out across your belly, hanging freely under you, the bra against your neck, rolled up. With a muffled whimper, you felt Lumi's soft paws travel across your breasts from behind you, slowly squeezing your engorged nipples tighter and tighter.
"That's it... Now you're looking like a proper cow~..." she purred in your ear, gently pulling your nipples, almost teasing you with a milking motion as she pulled the hanging udders beneath you.
"Such a good girl~..." she praised. Before you could give a response-Mnnfh! Fuck, even more food? How was there more?! You couldn't handle anymore. You had to tap out. You opened your mouth to tell her, and then gasped, eyes wide, as you felt her fingers slip teasingly along the wedgie, digging your skin-tight panties out from your ass, and slipping her fingers mercilessly along the cameltoe that looked ready to explode out. She shoves another couple thousand calories down your throat just in the time she spent teasing the slowest, most agonizingly teasing motion across the bulging, plump lips of your dripping pussy, a literal puddle of excitement slowly forming on the floor where you stood. She was a torturer, not a doctor. Despite feeling like a naked, exposed show-pig for the whole lobby, you ate everything that she pushes to your messy maw. Every greasy, fatty, dense, heavy, nauseating plate of fried food. Your stomach gurgled in agony below you, protesting each bite. And as you tried to take a deep breath-
SNAP-SHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIP!
"-NNGH!" You moaned aloud as you felt the waistband of your panties, so far buried into the fat of your hips, finally BURST open, your ass and pussy spilling out against Lumi's paw, the sadistic snow leopard even looking quite surprised, before it turned to a smile.
She could tell you looked ready to pop. So she made you a deal. "Almost there, kitty~... You can stop eating... under one condition. I want you to cum for me. Cum right here, and show EVERYONE just how much you've enjoyed this~..." she purrs in your ear, slowly slipping her fingers inside you as she slides the next plate forward.
All you could give was a whimper. A muffled moan, as greasy, fatty food slid down your throat just as her feather-soft touch slipped inside you and teased against the sensitive nerves between your legs, that gentle circle motion feeling like it was lighting a fire inside you now that it was actually deep inside. Desperately, you bucked your hips, even pushing your fat ass up in the air for everyone to see. Just to encourage her to go just an inch deeper. That's all you needed. Fuck, you were so close. You didn't care how much food was sliding down your throat.
How much icecream was filling your cheeks for you to guzzle down. You were... so... close... Your breath caught, your maw wide open in a silent gasp, and you nearly choked as Lumi used it to cram a massive burger straight down your gullet, right at the same time as she plunged her fingers in deep and curled her fingers, pushing right against the most sensitive spot you could feel. Your toes curled, your knees shaking under you. Sweat trickled from you into a puddle below. You squirted excitement across Lumi's hand, the snow leopard even smiling as a few passing guests clearly noticed... and tried not to stare. +30 Fullness. +37 lbs. You are now Overbloated.
As you practically melted, laying in defeat across your own stomach, legs shaking, and feeling as immobilized as Sam, Lumi gently sat beside you, petting your hair with her clean paw, and bringing her messy, excitement-soaked paw to your lips, stuffing it into your messy muzzle, and forcing you to lick it clean... Before leaning down, tipping your chin up, and locking her lips to yours in a deep kiss, pulling you into her lap, despite you barely being able to move. She huffed as she felt the weight of you on top of her, and then gave a sly smile.
"That's my big girl~... Such a good kitty~..." she purred in your ear, before slowly kissing down your neck and chest, rubbing the sides of your taut, groaning, bubbling stomach... In a daze, you took a second to look past Lumi, and realized... you'd cleared the table. That was the last fucking plate anyway. You didn't 'tap out early' at all.
Amelia Lancaster
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Amelia tries to resist as she realizes this is going WAY further than she originally thought, but this bitch seems to know all of the right places. Just as she thinks she has the strength to get up and do something about it, it would be another rub, another grab or squeeze. The tears start to run all over again as Lumi stuffs and stuffs her, not giving her a moment to breath or voice concern.
She feels her clothes ripping one by one, a new wave of embarrassment and desperation each time she feels it. This is going on too far, t-this isn't the gal that showed her care at her lowest! After several long minutes of constant stuffing, pleasure, and even orgasm she feels, she takes a moment to breath, to catch her breath before making a move. In but a moment with tears falling, she pushes Lumi away, quickly reaching for her pistol soon after to hold up with shaking hands.
"W-What the fuck is wrong with you?! I-I confided in you, t-trusted you not to go too far a-and LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" She slowly backs up, pistol still raised as the adrenaline pumps through her body. This flight or fight state keeping her oblivious to the obvious attention the shouting and pointed gun is drawing to them.
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A crowd... certainly began to draw. The fat, stuffed, naked cheetah with torn panties around her ankles holding the pantsless snow leopard at gunpoint was certainly quite the show, a few gasps in the audience.
Lumi swallowed shakily, and raised her paws. "A-Amelia... put the blaster down, okay? W-We... we were just having fun, hun..." she promises, slowly getting up from the bench, and stepping towards you, putting a hand out to lower the gun back down. "You're drawing attention, Sweetheart." she says softly, trying to calm you down.
Amelia Lancaster
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She isn't having it, not at all. The cheetah takes a few steps back, her mind racing as it tries to interpret her words. Did she actually believe that's what this was? Fun? Is she trying to guilt trip Amelia into standing down? What if she does? Will she get right back to the feeding and no one will care?
"N-No! This isn't fun, this is fucking degrading! If you r-really gave a shit about me you WOULD have set up precautions with me!" Amelia feels her breathing start to get faster again, her heart beating at lord knows what speed. Her mind tells her it's life and death now, like eating one more bite will be her last. Tears blur her vision, making it difficult to tell if she's aiming exactly at the snep- n-no, at Lumi. "I-I trusted you... w-why would you do this? W-Why would you go so far!"
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Lumi stopped approaching as you were backing up, and rolled her eyes with a huff. "Amelia, we were just having fun! Admit it, you'd have done the same with me. You practically did back at that little show!" she remarked back.
Whether she assumed you were bluffing, or just wasn't taking the situation as seriously as she should have, the snow leopard seemed to be putting on a careless, huffy tone. "Amelia, please, just sit back down." she said, gesturing to the bench. "Everyone's watching."
Amelia Lancaster
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Amelia doesn't seem to be having it, not in the slightest. The stance she takes, the way her hand shakes as she aims, the tears running down. Lumi would be able to see that this is genuine fear. And the fact that Lumi doesn't seem to be taking this seriously sets the cheetah off. "I didn't have a choice, I a-assured you of that! I-I only agreed to this to make you feel better about that happening b-but you took it way too far!" Being reminded again of the onlookers, she takes a moment to wipe her eyes one at a time with a free hand. This is all too much... too much in too little time…
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—Lumi started to speak, but the words died on her lips, and she sighed. She put her head down, and just gestured behind her. "Amelia, please... can we just discuss this somewhere private? You're naked, for God's sake. Let's... just go back to the rooms, and talk. Okay?" she said calmly, gesturing for you to follow her to the elevator.
"Please...?"
Amelia Lancaster
—Was this genuine? Was this actually some big misunderstanding? N-No... manipulation that's it... r-right? She doesn't know what to think anymore, such a whiplash of emotions throughout the day is starting to physically hurt her brain, such lows, such highs, it's too much.
"...J-Just leave me alone, p-please. If you actually c-care... then just leave me be..." Amelia sniffles a bit, not knowing what to think at this point. She does lower her gun, seeming to send a wave of relief throughout the buffet. She doesn't put it away however, keeping a little bit of edge throughout those that can still see it. Soon after she runs off, wanting to be alone in this moment of embarassment and anger.
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—Lumi tried to reach out one last time, but as you dashed off... she just cursed under her breath. You ran. Even despite how fucking heavy and aching and tired you felt, you sprinted. Like the cheetah you were. You went across the whole fucking resort, not caring who looked at you. Who stared at your body or your indecency. You'd had enough of everything. So you just ran. You finally made your way to the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator. Finally, huffing, sweating, and a complete wreck, you got the to suite floor, practically ready to pass out as you got to your team's room, and THREW the door open, collapsing on the bed.
You. Were. Exhausted.
Amelia Lancaster
—The cheetah doesn't care for anything Lumi has to say, even if it is a sorry. She just needs some time to herself, that's all... at least that's what she tells herself. J-Just think things through, get her head sorted out... Amelia doesn't stop for anything, the mixture of emotions too much for her to handle. Her body burns and aches, wanting to just collapse like last time. But her mind pushes her to keep running, just to find comfort somewhere. And eventually she makes it back to the room, the door only partially closed as she finally makes it to her bed and just... collapses onto it.
She pulls herself further on it, just enough to grab a few of the many pillows to just... let it all out. The crying would have no sign of stopping at this point, not for a while at least. It wasn't fair! W-Why did the universe have to treat her like this? Why wasn't she allowed to just enjoy this vacation?
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—With the door closed and the world sealed away, you finally just... let it all out. You wailed and cried into the pillow, all but throwing a tantrum on the massive bed, naked and sobbing, not at all a glorious sight. You were thankful, at least, that you were FINALLY alone to just let everything out. Well over half-an-hour of around-the-clock crying had passed. After a certain point, you were gasping. There was barely any tears left in your eyes or air left in your lungs. Slowly, you sat up, a thousand-yard-stare in your eyes, barely feeling alive. With a groan, especially with how heavy you felt, you leaned over, turning one of the clock's screens to face you. 9:30. God, you'd cried straight into the night. Where the hell was everyone else?
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—Moments after the pancake incident…
Elizabeth, you needed some time to digest all of this. Mainly metaphorically, but the pancakes sitting heavily in your stomach weren't exactly light either. Eventually, the group would all meet up to catch up on what happened, but for now, you needed a chance to just... relax. For God's sake, this was supposed to be a resort. Time to clear the mind a bit. And so, since you wouldn't have the judging, prying eyes of the rest of the group around... it was time to finally indulge in that Breeding Relief sector. You could practically feel yourself ready to go into heat one of these days, so better to get on top of it than let that feeling fester. You took the elevator up to where the Breeding center was meant to be, only a few floors under the penthouse level with the suite rooms. As the elevator opened, the aesthetic was a bit of a shock to the system. In stark contrast to the classical, fancy wooden walls and marble floors of the other areas, the breeding center was... extremely clean and high tech. White, sterile walkways with cushioned seats for some sort of waiting lounge. Luckily, there were only a couple animals waiting around, all of which seemed in far worse states than you. A white-furred wolf crossed his legs desperately, clenching at what was likely the worst knot of his life.
Beside him, an ENORMOUS lion leaned back in his seat, hot breaths coming from him as his chest rose and fell, his tail flicking. And, dear GOD, as you looked over the eleven-foot goliath of a feline, you could see the worst, most tight-bulging tent ready to burst through his belt and split his trousers open. He had to have had two feet of length at least. And he kept glancing desperately at the 'Occupied' sign on the door, now serving a gentleman named Warren. Across the room, a large fox woman was practically panting, legs spread in her seat as her skirt dripped with excitement, her nipples practically poking through her top. Yeesh. Heat was a hell of a thing. Despite the desperation in the waiting room, a rather indifferent doe woman sat at the desk, waving at you as you entered. The brown, speckle-furred doe almost reminded you of Sam somewhat. A pleasant, customer service smile. A petite figure in a skirt and button up, though, unlike Sam, rather than an ample backside, the doe had a pair of breasts that looked ready to burst out of the collar of her top, each bigger than her head. "Hello, Madame! My name is Donna! I can help you right here. Welcome to the Breeding Relief Center! Some of our units are currently occupied, but I can get you set up with an appointment to see if one that suits you is currently open or will be open soon. Did you have a preference to Breeder animals, and are you a Breeder animal yourself?" she said, opening up a tablet screen to make you a file. "Oh, and a full name, if you please!"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth slowly but surely waddles her way to the breeding service, following the signs, and catching her breath on the... oddly self-aware amounts of benches on the way, and taking in the occasional view. It was nice to take it all in. But, there was something else on her mind. This was her first relief in a... good while.
She's only ever had to take her daily medicine and the possibility of having heat hadn't haunted her for years... until now. It turns out she ended up losing a lot more than just her candy... And all of these, ugh, shapes and figures and... Elizabeth does her best to snap out of it, accidentally preparing herself for the service at hand. Grabbing a little handkerchief from her pocket to dot herself, she speaks to the sweet doe at the counter, her two assistants not particularly helping with her literally-growing dilemma. "Oh, hello! Uh, I- am a Breeder animal. Elizabeth Sphinx." She spoke, just a hint of distraction in her voice.
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—Donna smiles, and starts recording your file, adding a name... breeder animal... polar bear... "Perfect! And what kind of service are you looking for? We're currently out of suppression medication, so physical services are all that are available at the time. Would you prefer our state-of-the-art relief machines, or more... biological companionship?" she chimes with a chuckle, wiggling in her seat a bit with a hum, ignoring your... distracted tone. You practically felt the waiting room eye you like a meal. It was like being in a Howler ship, the way their mouths practically watered at the sight of you, their legs tapping the floor.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Before she responds,the colossal bear takes wind of the looks, and something about them gave her a sense of... power. She perks up a little, her excitement only getting more potent by the moment. God, they wish they could have her! Someone needs to EARN this. But... to her horror, she's realized she's been just basking in the glory of the stares as the poor deer waits. She clears her throat, re-focusing on the conversation. "A-ah, pardon me, heh... er, before I decide, what do your machines include in the service?"
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—The deer woman simply waits patiently for you to snap out of it, wiggling in her seat from side to side with a little humming, before glancing up as you finally ask the question. "Oh! Well, obviously, both of our services offer top-of-the-line technology. We have various-sized equipment for animals and shapes and breeds of all sizes and sorts. All adjustable, as well. We clean them around the clock, and we can even offer some of the full-immersion virtual reality for mood setting once you're in the machines. Otherwise, as far as real companionship, we have a large cast of ladies and gentlemen eager to offer their services.
Oh, and, of course, they have all agreed to cloning technology, so if you happen to very much fancy one, we've likely got plenty of them in stock~. And, just like the machines, fit for ANY shape, and very adjustable~." she muses, listing out the options with a service smile as she bounces in her seat.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth puts her paw to her mouth, thinking... before promptly nodding. This body wasn't meant for toys. "I'll... take your biologicals.
And-" She snaps her fingers, remembering to add something. "They're gonna need to be extra stretchy. I- uh... yeah. Mmmm... female, small, cute, needy..." She pauses, thinking again. "Any other specifics? Oh, yeah, uh, puss, too. If it's okay."
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—Donna finally stopped rocking in her seat for a moment to glance up at you at the hyper-specifics. "You... don't want to look over the catalogue? Well... do you have a preference towards animal species? Or whether they're a Breeder as well? Or Pygmy. Some folks are really into that sort of thing."
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Her eyes widen for a moment, mentally slapping herself in the face. Of course there was a catalogue. This was service, not build-a-slut. "Actually, yes! I'll see your catalogue. Ooh, a pygmy would be cute, too..."
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—She snorted, realizing you were probably in a bit worse of a state than you originally seemed when you came in, trying to hide a little smile as she slid the screen over your way and turned it towards you. Honestly, it was about as close to a 'build-a-slut' as you could imagine. Various different shapes, sizes, almost any species you wanted. You could apparently request the service of up to 20 at a time... and that was either 20 individual animals, or 20 clones of a select one or two, if you found some you VERY much fancied.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth looks at the option, blinking a few times to check her vision. Huh, maybe she SHOULD judge a book by its cover. Shrugging, she starts punching in her preference where applicable. Mm... two rabbits, small- no, medium... before she continues, she looks up to the lady in front, honestly curious.
"Actually, uh- how... will they know what I like? Do they just ask, or is there a place here to add those?"
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—She smiles as she looks through the holo-screen, watching you put in the order for two rabbits that catch your fancy. Then snapping out of it, wiggling her hips, and snickering. "You can include it as a comment if you'd like to skip the small talk and just get right into it. Otherwise, especially those two 'eager-to-serves' that you picked, I'm sure they'll be happy to listen to whatever commands you've got." she said with a little laugh as she browsed her terminal screen idly, rocking her hips once or twice.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth... stops, and takes notice. Before she continues, she notices the deer's pattern, and decides to derail the conversation. Even if she doesn't know, there is a hunch. "...Actually. Pardon, you comfortable, there?" A grin climbs up Elizabeth's face. Her own judgement was becoming increasingly foggy...
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Elizabeth, you peak a glance over the counter, just for your own curiosity... and as you watch Donna's hooves kick out under her chair, and she drops her weight back to her seat, you watch the petite doe's upper belly bulge, something so far inside her that it makes her massive breasts bounce, the buttons on her top straining as everything bounces in place. She gives a grunt, and takes a deep breath, offering a customer service smile. "Very~. Will that be all, Miss?" she breathes with a bit of satisfaction.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Mmmm..." The bear tilts her head, her grin widening further. The air around her was already heavy She leans in, whispering, her lipstick glistening in the light as she initiates.
"Oh, you poor thing, just on a toy... surely you'd like something more alive~?"
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—She grinds her hips, realizing what you must be hiding down there, snorting. "I dunno... with a Breeder~? Sounds irresponsible... really think you're gonna be worth all the cubs you'll knock me up with?" she says, rolling her eyes as she wiggles her hips anew. She wasn't STUPID... but she did seem... curious.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The bear raises a brow, mischevous. Just a little game for her, too. "Mmm... I'm a CEO. One thing I know is how to pitch. I'll let you know, I have a very successful history of litter-mommies... But, tell you what. If it ain't worth it, how about a nice dinner when your pretty lil' self is off? On me."
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—Donna bites her lip at that. Oh, it was definitely irresponsible, but Elizabeth was saying all the right things. With a huff, she tries to reach her hooves to the ground, slowly pushing off her seat. With a gasp, her eyes widen, and she falls to shaky legs, clearing her throat. The most monstrous, half-her-size torture device of a toy sat slicked on her seat. She just nudged it over, and slid it under her desk with a smile, her little tail flicking behind her cutely as she slid the screen towards you.
"I've taken the liberty of canceling your order on those other two. Get whatever you need to get ready. I'll be waiting in the back room. Don't order any clones of me. It'd be too much for you to handle. I say you last one round, tops. And if you don't leave me satisfied, I'll send you my implant ID so you can go ahead and transfer those Units over, businesswoman~." she muses in that sweet, high-pitched helpdesk voice of hers, before strutting off to the furthest available room.
Now, it was just you and the screen. Her file was loaded up, as if she were added into the catalogue just for you. You could make clones, 'increase her fertility' up to 30, whatever that meant, or 'increase your own fertility' up to 30, whatever the HELL that meant. Or, just click "Confirm" and head on in.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Oh, god, she was liking the sound of this. After watching the mouthwatering reveal, the bear can't help but stare at... everything on the way out. Her cock was already throbbing from this talk, completely stealing the blood that would've gone to her brain. Y'know, for thinking. Whatever that is.
Picking up the screen, the bear looks at the screen and curiously looks through the options other than fertility. Which... yeah, fuck it, let's max both of those out. 30, 30. After changing those settings, she starts looking into the app a bit more...
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—You glance to make sure that Donna's gone, before you put your augment in your wrist to the holo-tablet, trying to login. Donna hadn't even thought to log out... but you were struggling figuring out the parameters. You... weren't exactly a programmer. This always looked so much easier in the movies.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The bear scowls at the computer, wondering why the damn thing wouldn't just do what it's told but ultimately accepting she'll just have to live with this mysterious "fertility" setting being maxed out. Carelessly dropping the tablet, Elizabeth saunters off to the back room, lost in what's turned out to be a cloud of lust.
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—Carelessly, you flick the settings all the way up before you go, hardly seeing the warning for 'Admin Override' or the 'Maximum of 30' being set to '99' when you slid the bar along for both, simply huffing that it didn't work. You waddled past the desk, and moved to the back door... squeezing through the doorway with a bit of trouble.
These booths should've been as easily-accessible as the rest of the resort, dammit. As you waddled in, the room was... notably dark. Aside from the glow of a stim that slowly descended from the ceiling... and nine others.
You roar as you feel stims plunged into your body. Luckily, you were big enough to handle it, but... fuck, TEN stims? That was downright irresponsible. That could be serious danger for smaller animals. Then, you heard the yelp from the other room from Donna. You started to run to find her, before you felt something in your stomach.
Chuuuurrrrrrrn....
You doubled-over, eyes bulging as you felt a pressure build. And build... lower. Your legs shook, and then you... felt the need to spread them. With a hot, breathing huff, you felt something swelling between your thighs. Your balls started feeling so tight. So full. So warm. It made you grunt and gasp with exertion, leaning against the wall. You looked down, watching your dress stretch, a bulge ready to rip through it from under our belly. Your knees shook. Everything ached. Even in heat, it was never this bad... But that was just the start. You yelped as you fell back, landing on your ass with a growl as your legs were forced apart.
Rrrrrip-SHRRRRRIP!-POP!-POP!
Every part of your dress meant to cover further than your stomach split to shreds, bursting open as a polar bear cock that looked like the kind of thing you'd see in over-exaggerated augment magazine ads grew in front of you. It grew past your belly... then grew past... fuck... everything. You watched as it nearly grew to the size of you.
If you had to guess, it probably weighed 200 lbs on its own. And that wasn't even accounting for the gallons and gallons that sat in the enormous, waterbed balls beneath it, steaming your legs with more heat than you'd ever felt in your life. You were sweating so badly you could barely breathe. You thought to call out for Donna's help, before the door opened, about twenty drones flying her in, carrying the poor doe as she gasped and drooled on herself. You couldn't believe it was the same person.
The lips on her muzzle had gotten plumper. Her already-enormous chest was pushed against her straining buttons so bad that you could see the dark nipples visible through the white material. Her skirt was spilling out at the sides, her hips gone from petite to double-wide, her ass jiggling as she kicked her hooves desperately for the drones to let go of her. Bulging in the worst cameltoe you'd ever seen against skin-tight panties, her pussy had plumped up to the point she could barely close her doughy thighs, dripping and soaking across the floor below her as it spilled out of her skirt more and more.
"Nnfh-... Y-YOU-... s-stupid fucking bear! W-What did you... hnnfh... d-do to me?!" she practically moaned the words out as much as she said them with annoyance, her breath hot and puffing into the air as the drones set her down in front of you, spreading her legs in desperation as if all she could operate on was instinct. "F-FUCK! W-WHAT... h-happened to YOU?!" she squealed, desperately trying to reach past herself to stuff her fingers into her bloated sex.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth is gasping, switching between moans and growls as she tries to process the scene in front of her. Desperately, she tries to reach for her ungodly, twitching cock, only to the awful realization that she simply... can't reach. Fuck... no, not now... In the midst of her hazy lust, she notices the bimbofied deer. Fuck. Finally.
"Hff- ffuck, I don't fucking care... I know you need me, and I know I need you. Get. On. My. Cock." Despite her desperation, her voice was like a cannon.
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—She shakes as she tries to stand up, a puddle under her as she gets up, dripping from between her legs, her hooves shaking.
"Y-Yeah...f-fucking...R-RIGHT. L-Like I'd... let y-you... put th-that... f-fucking thing in m-me..." she gasps as she drools across herself, stumbling forward to try and walk past you.
"I-I... n-need to... f-find... someone who c-can... f-fix... this... y-you... f-fuck!" she gasps out, before glancing over. She bit her lip. Instincts were rewriting inhibition. With shaking legs, she started to climb the enormous tower of meat that loomed over the fat polar bear, stepping on your belly just to reach the summit. "Y-You... fat fuck... c-can't even... move..." she huffed under her breath, growling as she slowly climbed to her prize.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth takes every step with a very sensual huff, her cock twitching ferociously... precum oozes from the mass like a geyser as it sits needingly for the massive, dripping bimbo.
"Mmph, d-damn right... and I'm... far f-from done... but l-look at you... so... huge..." The cock stiffens, almost looking as if it had a little more to grow... God. This may be it for the poor deer.
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—Donna climbed up AGONIZINGLY slow... it was as if... as she climbed, you continued to swell, and you just watched that deer ass jiggle and bounce the whole way up, her wide hips swaying from side to side as she tried to climb, her massive tits pushed against the shaft all the way up. You could even feel her excitement trickle down onto you from her stretched underwear, dripping across your fur.
"F-Fuck... just... l-let me ride for a second until I f-finish... s-so I can... think straight. Y-You hold it... y-you don't get to finish s-since this is... y-your fucking fault!" Donna snapped, before slamming her ass down onto you, the tip immediately snapping the string of her barely-holding panties, and her bloated pussy stretching tight even just trying to get over the thick, meaty head of the length like it was a wolf's knot.
"HRNNNGH!--FUCK! C-COME-... ON-!" she cried and groaned out as she bounced up and down, praying for SOME way to get it to fit in-
SHLK!
She gasped, her eyes wide as a whine came from her. Suddenly, her petite belly bulged out with the shape of the sheer girth you'd stuffed into her, the white fur of her stomach swollen out like she'd swallowed a watermelon. You had a feeling she might even be grateful for those stims after this... The more you slid the length into her, the more Donna started to resemble an overstretched condom that vaguely resembled a deer with fat in all the right places.
"MNNNFH!-F-FUCK! H-HOW IS-NNFH-M-MY...STOMACH!" You weren't even balls deep yet and you could see the perfect curve of the end of your cock bulging at the top of her belly, the buttons of her top straining around the bulging fur as her hooves shook, some milk dripping from the curves of her breasts against her top, the wet spots growing across the fabric.
She shook and moaned, her once-petite ass up and spread in front of you, slowly descending closer and closer to you, the twitching, jiggling ass descending like a New Year's ball drop, her little tail twitching as the white-and-brown furred ass bounced and jiggled for you the further you pushed inside her. Her clit was so swollen, every time one of the veins along your shaft pushed against it, you heard her scream with an intense orgasm, squirting across you. The fat, swollen lips of her sex spread and gripped, tensing and relaxing over and over again, way too fast, her body clearly in some sort of unnatural overdrive.
"Nnfh...mnngh-...NNGH-...MMNNFH-NNNNGH-HNNNNNNH-" As she drooled on herself, holding her womb with both hands as she felt it stretched, her cervix twitching as you felt every single muscle inside her gripping onto you tight, she tried to look behind herself down at the bear causing her torment.
"D-Don't you... f-fucking... d-dare... cum... y-you... oversized...s-slut... I-I... need to... f-find... a w-way... off... f-first..." she gasped, the pressure in her making her pant out each word, barely able to move.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"L-like... fucking HELL I'm not c-cumming every... goddamn drop into you...!!" Watching every second of the huge, jiggling deer was already driving the bear mad, but having her sliding down on Elizabeth's cock destroyed anything left in her brain that was her. She just needed to fuck. She just needed to cum.
That was all that mattered. The second that the deer is just within reach, the bear wastes no haste in using her fat ass to hold onto as the breeder begins thrusting as fast and hard as she can... given her size.
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—Donna was barely out of orgasm as your words started to dawn on her. "W-What...? B-But... fucking... look at you, if you put that in me, I'll-" She didn't get another word out before you grabbed your claws to her hips, pulling her down, all the way. You were so deep inside her, even her throat bulged now. She was little more than a cocksleeve all the way through. She breathed through her nose as she twitched and gasped, realizing she... couldn't move an inch. Donna's eyes went wide. She heard the rumbling from your swollen balls.
Grrrrrgle...chuuuuuurrrrn....
Her cheeks puffed. The way your body held its breath, you could feel yourself grow a few more inches inside Donna, her guts packed tight around you as she held her breath as well. If she could speak, she probably would've flung a few more insults and warnings at you, but instead, she just wriggled her wrists and ankles in desperation, hooves shaking for mercy as she felt your shaft swell inside her.
Grrrrggggle…
Donna let out a whimper as warmth filled her. She covered her mouth, feeling something start to fill her throat. She tried to swallow it back down. Bad idea.
Her eyes went wide as she watched her stomach swell in front of her. Inch by inch, her belly ballooned outwards, hanging heavier and heavier in front of her. She wanted to try and put her hands to it, as if she had some way of pushing it back before it got too bad... but it just kept swelling. And she felt exactly why.
Glg...glug...glk...glg...glg...glug-...
Gallons were pouring into her. Gallons. Her ass was now sat against the swollen beanbag chairs you had for balls, as if just to force her to feel what she'd be filled with... until they were completely empty. She bucked her hips, but that wasn't exactly gonna get you to stop. Quite the contrary.
GLORP...GLRK...GLP...GLRP…
You held onto the deer's ass and tail as long as it took. You never imagined what a deer being filled with hundreds of gallons of cum could sound like. When her throat bulged and she looked ready to spew it out the other end, you held her chin, holding her mouth shut so she'd swallow it back down. After all, she said she'd be able to handle it no matter what. The deer ballooned on top of you. After a certain point, she started becoming so heavy that she stopped resisting, filling on the end of your cock like a waterballoon on a tap.
POP! POP POP! her buttons burst off.
Her top exploded as her belly swelled and her chest leaked. Her skirt blew apart. You probably laid there for about twenty minutes... before this balloon of a deer had emptied everything.
Finally... you started to feel back to normal a bit. The swelling began to go down, and you managed to pull out of this... overfilled water balloon. Beached under everything, you watched the slow leak from between her legs across the floor. "So... not... part... of the deal. What kind of fucking litter did you put in me?" she gasps on the floor, her eyes still rolled back in bliss, barely able to see you past herself. This doe was easily half a ton, going by liquid weight. And... VERY pregnant. You weren't a doctor, but you'd be willing to bet on it.
[Elizabeth, you receive 1 Luck, and 4 Instinct Points.]
[Elizabeth, you unlocked a Unique Perk: HYPER HEAT. Whenever you make your Breeder heat roll, you use 1d6 instead. Throughout the day, until you breed, you will make Control rolls at further and further Disadvantage, your genitalia swelling each time you fail.]
Elizabeth Sphinx
—After having the... experience of her life, Elizabeth managed to wobble her way back up, still heaving from the godlike state she just left. The first thing she manages to take notice of is just the sheer magnitude of her handiwork…
God, if she didn't have the headache of a lifetime, the sight alone would've sparked a second round. With a breathy chuckle, the bear walks up to her and... places something on her gut, in front of her. A fucking business card. Before the deer can respond, a large hand gently lands onto her head and pats her.
"Mm, my litter, hon. Don't forget it." Elizabeth grins before doing something a little more unexpected: Softening up. "But... you did great. Thank you for being such a good service... And, hey. If you can waddle by then, hit up my number. We'll still get dinner."
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—She huffs, sweat running down her in rivulets as she looks over at you, a mixture of disgust, lust, and... impressed by the confidence.
"F-Fuck... polar bear cubs better not be rowdy... especially with... how many you fucking put in me." the deer moans, trying to get up. Eventually, you two manage to ring for a few service drones, the bots helping her up and to get to a station to shower and... freshen up. The others in the lobby watched as you waddled along, dress ripped and feeling unburdened, as an enormous, warm, waterballoon of a deer was helped through.
"Enjoy your-URRP-...s-stay..." Donna gasped after you, waddling along as best as her hooves could help as she was carried.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The bear couldn't help but chuckle at the last comments from Donna before she's sent off by the other bots, not far behind as she splits off towards team 4's room, surprisingly not minding her own indecency as she goes through the halls. It just didn't matter like it did. She was fucking hot, and she was going to show it.
Triumphantly, she waddles away, finally satisfied... Oh, yeah. Poor girl. The males get rowdy. Forgot to mention.
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Moments before the Pancake Incident…
Margot, you’d spent a good while looking over all the brand new buffet options available with Lenore, but nothing could quite compare to just how delicious pancakes sounded this morning.
And so, you strutted your way into the pancake house, just for the hippo woman to stop you with a hand to your shoulder.
"Sorry, sugar. Can only do eight guests back there at a time. We're all filled up. You and your lion friend will have to wait outside." Pam announced the bad news, hands on her hips.
With a huff, you stormed out, having to WAIT for your pancake breakfast. You crossed your arms and tapped your hoof to the floor, checking an imaginary watch on your chubby wrist a few times just to really show how disapproving you were of this service.
After about twenty minutes of waiting, you puffed out your chest, ready to walk up to Pam with a "Do you have any idea who I am?!", before the question seemed to be answered prematurely for you.
"O...M...G... MARGOT SNACKENHOFFER?" You glanced over to see a... rather comforting group. Or at least, it would have been, if you weren't all-too-familiar with what pigs were like. A group of five pigs all stood together, with one leaping from the crowd to wave at you, a cutesy short blond haircut over her shoulders and a fashionable little trim dress. Pigstagram material, for sure. "Hi-hi-hi!! I heard you were here but OMG I can't believe they were serious! How've you been enjoying the resort???" she chimes excitedly.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot wasn't just mad, she was FURIOUS! Not only had she been denied her favourite breakfast choice... but she now had to deal with this annoying little bitch…
"Of course I'm here darling... I'm a little surprised to see you here though." Margot replies with a smug grin and a haughty chuckle, "I'm guessing not a lot of other real celebrities like me were able to make it... so they had to invite the likes of you." Without skipping a beat from her venomous remark she continues.
"And I've been enjoying it so far... although right now I'm livid I can't get in to have some pancakes!"
"Like seriously... only eight guests at a time!" Margot bristles, "I thought this was the greatest resort in the galaxy!"
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—The pig's eager attitude began to die down a bit, confused by the hostility. But, aside from her, a slender pig with a waspy waist and curved hips and chest stepped forward, pushing her aside, and giving you a smile. She had long brown-red hair, with well-kept bangs. Another one who was prime Pigstagram model material.
"Oh my god, Margot, of course we're not showstoppers like you are! I can only think of a handful of Pigstagram stars that could hold a candle to you, girl." she chimed in that snooty, mean girls’ voice, despite how kind she was being. She glanced over to the pancake house, and the prissy pigs all looked between eachother.
"Pancakes for breakfast?! Eugh! No way! Girl, the real sweet treat is donuts! There's a pastry shop at the end of the wing. It's, like, totes premium! C'mon, we can all go as a group~." the main pig invites, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
The original one who bounced up to you nods along. "Yeah! We'd be like, so honoured if you joined us~!"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot's ears prick up a little at the mention of donuts, the jeweled earrings jingling, Sphinx designs of course after realising who one of her room-mates was... of course, that's why she was extra cranky, not only did they have the nerve to deny her entry, normally by now her PA had brought her a coffee and a selection of donuts to tide her over until her actual breakfast…
She lets out a sigh, closing her eyes and composing herself before addressing the group of young starlets, "I'm sorry ladies, I didn't mean to snap like that... I've usually had a triple shot mocha by now... it's killing me that I couldn't bring my PA!" She flashes them a smile before walking closer, "Usually, donuts are just a pre-breakfast snack... so I suppose I can join you, at least until a spot opens here..." She flicks her hair over her shoulder, walking right through the group... "I'll have to speak to the staff to organise automatic room service so I can get a coffee and some donuts as soon as I wake up..." She grins smugly, "So, shall we get going ladies?"
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—The pigs all smile at eachother as they secure a breakfast date with the Margot Snackenhoffer, a few phones and holo-tablets getting whipped out to take pictures as you all walk along the buffet wing, all posing and holding up peace signs as they snap quick selfies with you. The main pig of the group strutted beside you, tossing her hair over her shoulder right with you. "Name's Jessica by the by~! Jessica Oinkley. The short one over there with the blonde hair is my friend Amelia Tuskton, the nerd with the glasses is Mary-(don't mind her, we just invite her to seem inclusive)-the tall one with her cute little ass hanging out of those slutty shorts is Paisley, and the goth with the cow-tits over there is Maxine." she introduces everyone in a rather unflattering ceremony, going over the pig group one by one.
"We're all huge fans of your work~! It's been such a shame to not see you in headlines lately! But, obviously that was just because you were getting ready to attend the grand opening of the resort, clearly." she says with a snort, hitting her head in a "Duh!" motion as she snaps her fingers for Amelia and Mary to open the door to the donut shop... Sprinkled, said the holo-board over the door. As soon as it opened, you were ambushed by a wave of sweet, mouth-watering aromas of pastries and baked sweets.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot smiled with self satisfaction as the girls followed in her wake, posing for the selfies and greeting each girl with the ease only years of practice can achieve. She grimaced a little at Jessica's comment about not being in the headlines but recovered quickly, "Of course, I had to clear my schedule as soon as I got the invite..." She smiles and winks, "Although... just between us... I was having a little break, just because I can, you know!"
The smell was so alluring that Margot had to do her best to not start salivating... although she couldn't stop the sound from her belly... Grrrrggggle... "Oops... excuse me!" She says with a haughty chuckle, "Well, this place should hit the spot for now... I hope they do coffee..."
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—Jessica smiles and laughs along to that, nodding in agreement. As soon as you get a smell of the aromas, Jessica snaps again, sending Mary off to the counter. "Mary, go get a full-menu order of every pastry they make. Make sure they know a proper celebrity is here, alright?" she says in almost a military-like command, Mary quickly nodding and hurrying over. Jessica returns her bright smile to you and gestures over to a free both.
"C'mon, girl! Let's get you a table! If you're finally taking a break to cut loose a little, there's no time to waste! Make the most of every second~!" she chirps in that snooty, daddy's-girl-voice, skipping over to the largest open table. The girls practically lead you to your seat, helping you into the booth despite the... tightness of your dress, and piling in all around you. One by one, chicken waitresses start bringing over steaming trays after about ten minutes of wait... you were practically thanking whatever deities above might be watching, you weren't sure how much longer you'd last without breakfast. Slowly, the table filled, a few dozen pastries filling its surface with plate after plate, smoothies and milkshakes bordering it along the sides. Amelia kicks her hooves with a giggle. "That's what I'm talking about! A proper banquet!" Jessica smiles. "Yep~! Dig in, Margot~!" she chirps delightfully.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot licks her lips, rubbing her hands together, a joyful smile forming on her face as she eyes the food being laid out... for what it was worth they were some of the most appetizing looking pastries she had seen for a long time.
"Now this is service! Unlike the other place!" She reaches for a particularly fancy looking donut, caked high with icing, sprinkles, a couple of marshmallows and a chocolate chip cookie...
The taste was... exquisite... "Hmmmph... OMG!" She moans after her first mouthful has been swallowed, "Incredible! You girls have got to try these!"
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—Margot, it was time to finally cut loose, just like they said. Licking your lips and rubbing your hands together, you leaned forward, picking your first selections and stacking a plate. The girls looked between one another as you invited them to join in, but Jessica quickly took the lead to speak.
"OMG, are you kidding? We could never! Not before the celebrity's had her fill! We'll eat after, you TOTALLY get dibs, girl!" she insisted, even sliding a small plate she'd filled towards you to encourage. You could hardly argue, letting out moans of delights and the occasional piggish snort as you stuffed each fried pastry between your lips, wiggling your hips in delight at the flavours. Jelly-filled. Chocolate-covered. Fudge-loaded. Oh my god, they had them ALL. They probably let you have about three separate orders' worth of table-demolishing breakfast indulgence before they even started to properly speak to you, your mouth and cheeks filled to the brim for most of those ten minutes. +10 Fullness, +15 lbs.
"Oh! I almost forgot, the girls totally have questions for you, Margot! We'd be, like, HONOURED of you bestowed some of your e-celeb wisdom on us~!" Jessica finally announced. Amelia nodded with a bright smile. "OMG yes!" she said, piling a platter high, and handing it over to you as you ate. "So, like, what platforms do you think noobies should start with? Do agents look anywhere in particular? Is Pigstagram the hotspot?" Mary piled another plate full, and passed it along to you right after as she asked her question. "O-Oh! Yeah! Like... h-how did you get so popular and make so many people wanna be your friend?" Maxine filled a plate after, jelly and custard dripping from heavy donuts piled atop eachother. "Yeah... so... like... how much are you worth? Like, if you sold out right now, how much would you make, or whatever?" the goth groaned her question. Paisley sat upright, back arched, as she snootily plopped donut after donut onto a plate for you, and then passed it over. "Yes, along those lines, what do you think your fans expect from you? Do you have community managers to manage audience expectations, usually?" she asked in a very business tone.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—The feeling of indulging like this... without her manager and flunkies telling her to slow down or not go so overboard... was honestly pleasurable... not to mention the sensation of being fawned over by a bunch of adoring fans... part of her knew she shouldn't trust any of these girls as far as she could throw them... but on the other hand they seemed genuine... She swallows a big mouthful of sweet dough, stifling a burp before speaking, "Of course I'd be more than happy to share some wisdom... just don't expect too much... can't let you know all my secrets!" She says with a wink as she picks up another donut, "First... the best advice I can give you is what my mother told me at my first beauty pageant... making a lot of friends won't win you awards..."
After that she stuffs the donut into her mouth... letting out a soft moan of joy... such a simple pleasure...
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—The calm, indulgent breakfast started to... turn into more and more of a blur. Suddenly, you were in a sea of questions. The business side of your account. The audience management. The growth of your exposure. All of the questions piled on and on like an interrogation. You did your best to keep up with them, though, because unlike annoying photographers and rabid fans, these girls actually offered something in return for each question answered... food. You tried not to let your answers be drowned out by moans of bliss and the occasional belch. Your gullet bulged, in a constant state of being packed with dough, butter, sugar, and filling.
Fuck, these donuts were heavy. It was like they dumped twice as much butter into every single fucking one. And GOD they tasted good!
Glp! Mnnfh! Glooorp! Gulp! Omph!-Mnnfh!
The constant cacophony of gluttony began to fill the entire bakery, only matched in volume by the squeaky, high voices of the barrage of questions from the pig clique. As you ate and ate, you barely even realized as you heard the seams snap from the strap around your dress, GASPING as your stomach hit the table, spilling through the sheer fabric of the dress in small splits, your belly glistening with sweat. +22 Fullness, 62 lbs. You are now Bloated. Ngh... guh... h-how... long had you been eating? How many... donuts had you eaten...?
Fuck... how long had you been here? Was it still breakfast? How long had they been asking questions?
They kept the table so filled with pastries that time seemed to flow by you without you even realizing. The girls giggled as your belly spilled out, before Jessica shot them a look. "Let it all out, girl~! It's a vacation! If there's one thing Margot Snackenhoffer taught me, it's that you don't have to be a size 0 for fame~..." she chimes with a little girlish giggle, rubbing your belly. -11 Fullness. You are no longer Bloated!
Slowly, as more questions came, the girls sat even closer to you, literally holding up plates to you, as if, as you leaned back, barely able to reach forward, they'd be willing to feed you if you just kept talking to them. "Here, I gotchu, Margot! Let me get you some more! I just had one quick question-" "Oh, Margot, over here! Got a big bite for you! And a quick question-" "Oh, Margot, by the way!-"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Now this... this was something Margot could get used to... Some part of her was trying it's best to try and pull her back to reality... that maybe she was going overboard... between mouthfuls she dropped tips, answered questions... but there was more and more being handed to her and she certainly wasn't in the mood to say no... this feeling... like her early career... almost being worshipped... It was Jessica's comment that silenced that one voice of resistance... she swallowed her current mouthful and answered, her voice rising in pitch with excitement... "That's exactly... uurrpp right, Jessica!" She quickly covers her mouth which does little to mute the deep burp the escapes... BOOOOUUURPPP! "Big is beautiful... and gorgeous ladies like us should embrace our ooouurpp curves..."
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—The pigs... looked around the table. Like us?
Aside from the slightest bit of curve to their figures, they couldn't have looked any more different from you if they tried, each of them practically picturesque Pigstagram model physiques, each trim and dainty. But Jessica makes sure they don't speak a single word with a stern glare, and then a brimming smile back to you. "Exactly~! Only fair that the woman who championed the beauty in indulgence gets to indulge a bit herself, right~? Especially with no annoying paparazzi around, eugh~!"Hours ticked by... not that you could even notice. Time was all melting into itself at this point. For all you cared, time might as well have stopped being told with seconds and minutes and should've been measured by how much icing, batter, and filling had been stuffed down your gullet. The waitresses, despite... some odd glances, continue to bring out further and further orders as the pigs demanded them to hurry up. The breakfast rush came. And then the lunch rush. The day was slipping by on the verge of food coma after food coma. There were points where, fuck... you'd never felt so stuffed in your life.
"Oooourrrrp-grrrrgle--w-well-h-huff...-BRUUUUUUORRRRP!" were what most of your answers consisted of at that point, barely able to actually answer any of the ninety-nine questions they spewed at you about your fame every minute.
As more and more animals came into the bakery throughout the day, less and less of them left. They all stayed... even after their meal, watching the... growing display in the corner of the restaurant. The booth was taken up slowly by... more and more Margot. The more your belly strained against the dress, the more you had to spread your legs just for the semi-comfort of letting it rest in your lap the tighter it filled. Tiny, dainty hooves led to thick calves and fat, spilling outward thighs and wide hips, bursting through the seams of your dress little by little.
Pop!-POP!-Shhhhhrrrrrrrip!
The tighter sheer fabric around your hips was starting to rip open at the seams, more and more of your doughy hips spilling out on either side. Your ass began to fill the booth seat, swallowing the hanging fabric of your dress and slowly burying your tiny, curly tail between two mounds of blubber with each passing hour.
Glooorrrp...guuugrgggle....chuuuuuuurrrrn....glp!
MNNFH!-Glk! Mnnfh!
Without the strap pressing into it, your double-belly was spilling out more and more into a proper sphere of flesh now, glowing red with tightness and with a constant stream of sweat trickling down it the more it pushed against the dress. The sweat was making the material practically transparent now, and your deep navel could be seen even through the fabric the more you gorged. Your breasts were starting to look enormous, now well bigger than your head. The slight, subtle nip-slip over the material was now turning into half of your plump nipples outright hanging over the bust cut of your dress, not that the pigs mentioned that to you. Even your arms were growing plump and fat. As was your neck, the ring of dough around your gullet making it harder and harder to see the outright bulge of tens of pastries at a time that were being loaded into you.
And the best part? You didn't have to lift a finger. You just sat back, moaning in bliss and spreading your arms against the seat cushions as you were tended to, rubbed, and fed, barely answering the questions in half-answers, half-burps.
By the time dinner rush was beginning, animals were just watching the display. This pig-blimp that looked ready to burst, beached in her booth, the table leaned and creaked as her belly shoved against it, as five pigs tended to her like handservants. Maxine had her arms as far around your fat back as she could, rubbing your taut, aching hips and occasionally bringing another plate to your lips from behind you. Amelia and Mary were both on full-time belly rub duty, trying to massage the enormous, aching orb as it swelled like a hot air balloon with gas and fried pastries. Jessica was practically pushed into you, leaning to the table around-the-clock to ensure more pastries were finding their way to your chubby snout. And Paisley had literally gotten on top of the mountain of a gut, her long legs spread like she was mounting a horse, leaning down across you to feed you and rub her hands across the top of your belly with a smirk, practically grinding herself across the sweat-slick skin of your upper stomach. +45 Fullness. +192 lbs. You are now Overbloated. F-Fuck... how long has it been? You can... barely move…
"OMG, aren't you having such a good time, Margot~?" Amelia chimes. "That's riiiight, aren't you loving this, Margot~?" Jessica purrs to you as she stuffs a plump, jelly-filled donut between your stained lips.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot was struggling to form coherent thoughts... she was lost in sheer pleasure of indulgence... her loins were throbbing with arousal and she wasn't sure that if she could get the girls to stop she would even want them to... "Mmmmpphhh..." She nodded in response, moaning as Jessica pushed yet another donut into her mouth, the girl was certainly making it difficult to respond…
The truth was that she did, in fact, love this... when she was a young girl she enjoyed, really enjoyed, indulging her appetite like her kind did during the Great Expanding, which she had read about and honestly admired for the sense of freedom they displayed. However her mother, being a former pageant queen, pushed her away from that and into the pageant circuit. Where her mother had never rose beyond that, Margot shined brighter than ever and became a star, making sure to distance herself from her family as soon as she was old enough. After all, it was her mother that told her being nice and friendly never won anyone awards. As soon as she was free she slowly started indulging again, although it was difficult... the constant attention from the media, her managers and agents, producers and directors... she was free from one form of control and right back into another…
However, the last couple of years, not getting as many roles as she used to, not getting any headlining stage shows... she found her manager wasn't as strict anymore, so she let loose more often. This place though... might be the final key to allowing her to be like those during the Expanding... although, she wanted to make sure everyone else knew how magnificent this felt…
"Mrrppph... mmppphh... mrrrmmll..." She tried her best to get Jessica's attention long enough to stop stuffing donuts into her mouth...
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—It took a great deal of time before you... finally, in some tiny corner of your clouded, over-indulged mind, managed to cut through the fog enough to try and beg for a second's break.
"Mnnnfh...mnngh...w-wait-OUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!" you finally managed to gasp out.
One by one, the girls looked at you with red faces at the bakery-shaking belch, your massive mound of a gut visibly lurching from it, and Jessica leaned over to look at you. "Hm~? What's wrong, Margot? Want more of the custard-filled ones?" she asked, almost immediately snapping for Mary and Amelia to get up and go get more of them.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Knowing she didn't have much time, Margot had to get something out, although Jessica's comment almost made her food-lust fogged mind forget... she really could go for more of the custard-filled donuts…
"Mmmppph... uuurrppp! Ladies... can you not see... huff huff... how great this is... you should... mmmmnngh... try it... for yourselves..."
Her face was flushed with unconcealed arousal and even though she felt stuffed to her limit she coudln't help herself and added, "Besides... as much as I... ooouuuurppp! am enjoying this... I need to... mmmpphh... ahhhh... oooohhhh... save some... room... for pancakes..."
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—Jessica looked like she was pondering for a moment, before she glanced with Paisley and Maxine, a smile shared between the three. "But... our indulgence is your indulgence, silly~! Besides, we'll totally join you in cutting loose after you've had your fill~!" she promised with a warm smile, before snapping her fingers, summoning Amelia and Mary as soon as they put down more of the custard donuts.
"You two. I know your teams both have Gold Member passes. Get your asses upstairs and go to that stupid pancake place. Take everything they'll let you put on a cart." she says with a snicker. The two nod, and hurry off.
"Now, in the meantime..." Maxine said with a smile. "Let's see about making some room~..." Paisley suggested, slowly sliding down your belly, and bending down. Together, the three started rubbing and massaging the taut, gurgling orb that was now easily the size of the rest of you. They took to tending to you, a few even slipping fingers below the dress and between your enormous thighs "Isn't this what you always talked about, Margot~?" Maxine purred in your ear. "We know you love this~..." Paisley moaned as she reached further past your underbelly. Jessica gave a wide smile.
"Indulge, indulge, indulge~... That's what you always used to say before you went Pigstagram famous, right~?" she teased, right as the cart full of pancakes started wheeling in, the onlooking animals gasping as... wow, was it going towards that pig in the corner booth...?
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Despite how full she felt... the sight of those pancakes made her lick her lips... "Ooooooohhh... fuuuckkk... mmmmmhhh..." Margot whined and moaned as the girls caressed her belly and started moving lower, the heat and pulsing of her loins growing even stronger...* Jessica wasn't wrong, Margot had always championed the cause for the curvier ladies, even releasing a series of low impact workout holos called Volupt-ercise, where she wore a classic neon pink and violet spandex leotard... although most of the sales probably went to housewives eager for a quick fix or teenage boys looking to get off... the knowledge she was many a young mans first fantasy brought her a lot of joy... But those pancakes were really the final straw... so thick... so fluffy... smothered in syrup... she had to have some... "Oooohhh... yesssss... mmmmppphh... that's what I used... to say... it feels so incredible... to ind... OOOOOUUURRRRRPPPPPP!-indulge..." She fumbles about trying to grab the closest of the girls... "Now... give me... those... mmmmnnngg.... pancakes!"
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—Between having your vision of the windows of the bakery blocked, and the constant daze you were in from utter over-indulgence, you had no idea that it was practically late-afternoon dinner rush at this point.
You still thought it was breakfast. Especially as that sweet, perfect, stacked-high cart of pancakes came rolling in, your mouth watering despite the absurd fullness you could feel. You had no idea you'd been gorged for twelve hours straight. Lazily, you tried to open your maw, your jaw barely listening to you anymore even just from the aching of opening. You didn't even chew anymore. You were swallowing pastries whole. But even still, your jaw felt so sore. You just lazily held your mouth open, even if it made your double-er... triple chin, rather noticeable. The eager five got to work, a crowd still slowly forming through the restaurant as they did.
Gloooorrrrrp-grrrrrgggle! Mnnfh... Omph!
Mnnngh...mnnfh...BRUUUUUUORRRRRRP!
The sounds of utter gluttony were all that could be heard. Even the chickens in the back stopped working at this point, the waitresses just... awkwardly wheeling over whatever stock they had left towards this monument of hedonism. Your stomach slowly swelled across the table. Most of the plates they filled had to stay on carts, as you slowly took up the table space inch by inch...
The five pigs were like a well-oiled machine. Amelia and Mary constantly fluctuated between stuffing everything within sight down your overpacked gullet, and quickly going to massage duty to try and un-clog the churning, overfilled guts that bubbled inside the boulder of lard beside them, trying to knead the tautness into something that would keep stretching for more space to indulge. Maxine, still sat behind you with you in her lap, was desperately trying to keep reaching over to feed you... but as your ass swelled larger and larger, the gloomy pig slowly began to disappear beneath you little by little, swallowed by sweating blubber until she was practically encased in what little tight-fitting material of your dress was still clinging to your ass, the poor pig's face practically buried in your rear the more you grew…
Beneath you, you could feel the rocking motion through your blubber caused by Paisley's teasing. Despite not being able to move an inch, you desperately tried to rock your hips, feeling her pressing massive eclaires against the lips of your swollen sex, as if letting you use the donuts as both food and toys to help give a little relief with each mouthful... And then, there was Jessica... you thought she was still asking questions, but at this point, honestly, you couldn't hear anything. Your senses were in a swirl. If she was still speaking, you couldn't make out a single word. You just groaned and whimpered along to whatever she said as she mercilessly crammed another dozen pastries down your throat at a time, then emptying an entire plate's stack of pancakes to shove it down, squirting a bottle of syrup down your throat afterwards to wash it all down.
You squealed, oinked, moaned, and whimpered through mouthfuls. The onlookers watched as, with each mouthful, your hooves twitched below the table, the dainty hooves trying desperately to reach the floor as you leaned further and further back in your seat. The fat legs that they were connected to filled more and more of the space beneath the table, your thighs oozing out of your dress as your hips and ass ballooned with each pound.
SNAP!
As Paisley tried to pull your panties aside, you felt them suddenly pop at the waistband, falling around your still-dainty ankles as you slowly spread your legs to make room for your swelling stomach and fupa. Your pussy was starting to feel so swollen and fat that you weren't sure if you'd be able to close your legs even if Paisley WASN'T down there... Your ass had swallowed so much of the seat, that, as your dress started to rip around the shape of your hips and rear-SHRRRRRRIP!-you swore you could feel Maxine buried in there somewhere... How were you gonna get her out of there...?
The enormous blimp of blubber ahead of you was... taking up so much space. You tried not to even think about it. Fuck, how would you fit this in a dress? Was this going to make that catwalk strut even harder? What did Amelia say about that ReFitness stuff? Did they... have an upper size limit? You tried to push it out of your mind for now. Worrying about that would make it impossible to focus on swallowing.
POP!-Rrrrrrrip!
You whimpered, listening to the gasps and drawn attention of the crowd as your dress bust finally gave out, the final seam bursting until your enormous tits spilled forward, hanging over your stomach. You could barely move your arms. They were so fat that they were practically stuck right at your sides. And your neck felt so chubby and fat that even turning your head was getting tiring. Even... your face felt fatter, your cheeks jiggling each time you tried to close your mouth. +110 Fullness. +310 lbs. You are now Overbloated... you're WELL beyond Overbloated... Dear God, what HAPPENED to you??
One million, one-hundred thousand, and five hundred calories. That was how many you'd had poured down your throat today. Would you ever know that exact number? Probably not. But, surely it had to be a record somewhere. Somewhere in the Starlane. Maybe Pigstagram would make a big deal out of a number like that. Maybe even front page for the day? Funny that, even now, that's what you thought about in a time like this.
CREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAK…
A creaking. A rumbling. A strain. This was it. You closed your eyes, practically ready to meet the end. One burst, and it was all over. You'd finally reached your limit. Well done, Margot. You took a deep, burp-interrupted breath, and leaned back, letting it all go.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIP-POP! ....CRAAACK-CRASH!!!
A gasp passed through the whole bakery... and yet... you still felt alive. Why hadn't you popped? You tried to open your eyes, but felt... dizzy. You were... naked. Completely naked. You weren't on a comfy seat anymore, but the floor. You tried desperately to reach down, but you... couldn't. You couldn't reach your hooves past yourself.
You were beached.
You tried to look behind you, seeing nothing but your own fat ass blocking your view. Looking forward, your enormous tits filled most of your vision, too. You were helpless. You tried to call out, but you were... so... tired. Your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and as the crowd gathered around, gawking, staring, and whispering amongst themselves as they took a good, long look at the enormous pig-blimp, their voices all faded into a single echo in your head as you closed your eyes, a food coma coming on... The last noise you actually heard was…
Click! ...Flash! Click! ...Flash!
You knew that sound anywhere. Cameras. Did... someone have a camera in here? You've been pushed well-past your limits. You are now in a food coma.
[Margot, you receive 2 Luck, 11 Instinct Points, and -2 Agility.]
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—Moments after the pancake incident…
Sam... everything was a blur. The warm lights of the resort turned into one big swirling mass. You couldn't see anything except for a sea of... concerned faces? You thought they looked concerned, but everything was too blurry to tell. You felt the sharp pinch of stims being injected into you, a slight relief to the tight pain that stung across your stomach. You tried to look down at where they were being injected, but you couldn't... see anything. Nothing past this sea of fur. Was... that your fur? Was that... all you? What... had happened? You could barely remember. Suddenly, you felt yourself jostle and move. Were you on a... vehicle? Some sort of crane? You heard a motor turn on, and everything started rolling along. You tried to open your mouth to speak, but again, all that came out was a groan, before your vision began to blur, and grow dark... You're not sure how long before you woke up. A few hours, likely, at least. Everything felt so... heavy.
You tried to look past yourself... and... whoa.
The curves of a perfect blimp had turned into rolls of sprawling fat. Whatever bed you were in, it was buried in so much blubber that you couldn't see the mattress, you just felt it somewhere under you. You immediately noticed the sterile, blue and white lights of a medbay. This clearly wasn't your suite room. You heard the clicking of high heels, and watched as a petite rabbit in a doctor's coat walked in. She had pure white fur, with a single splotch of grey fur over one eye, carrying a little holo-tablet that, from what you could see through the transparent screen, seemed to show your vitals, physique, and... God, how many pounds did that say? Why was there four digits... "Miss... Jukes? How are you feeling?" she said in a gentle voice, updating a few numbers on the screen and monitoring some vitals. "I should introduce myself, apologies. I'm Doctor Hoppler. I've been assigned as your personal medicalstaff to look after your condition. You were in... quite the state there." You opened your mouth, ready to see if you could finally do something other than groan, before a slight moan was pulled from you involuntarily. Along with the sound of... suctions? You looked down, and your eyes slowly grew wide. Atop the mountains of blubber that spilled across the bed... you couldn't believe your eyes.
Two ENORMOUS downright udders of breasts spilled out in front of you. The tiny, petite bumps of your chest having been replaced with more breast fat than you've seen in an entire colony of cows combined. You tried to move your fat arms to see how heavy they were, but you couldn't even lift them. Your paw just sunk in, wincing at the sensitivity, as you watched milk gush into one of the suction cups that were placed over your engorged nipples, before the suctions went back to their usual, calm, steady flow.
"Ah... yes... that. As you can see, there were some slight... complications with your treatment. Prey DNA is a very particular thing. Especially rabbits. We're small creatures by nature, and we're not built to handle excesses of calories like large Predators and big animals are. It's... honestly a miracle all five of you survived at all. If I had to guess, there was some sort of healing stim or a similar mixture in that batter that prevented you from bursting. Which… would technically be considered illegal doping. But... in this case, it might have saved lives." the rabbit explains, adjusting her glasses as she slides the screen to look through the different pages of your case. "While I'm sure you're not thrilled about your current state... and I'm sure it's... quite a shock to you, you're really quite lucky, Miss Jukes. Few rabbits would have been able to endure what you did and be able to walk away. Er- well..." her ears lie flat, and she looks elsewhere with embarrassment at her poor choice of wording.
"Come out the other side of it, rather. It was quick thinking, blocking the oven with your... natural physique. Those animals owe you their lives. Even if they're... a bit ungrateful at the moment due to their new figures." she said with a tired sigh. Clearly they'd been... a bit difficult for the medical staff. "However, that's where your unique situation comes in. That healing stim encouraged your stomach to stretch and accommodate the calories in your body, but it sort of... stretched you into a sort of bunny-blimp. We needed to find a way to encourage your body to actually DIGEST that much if you were going to be stable." The woman paces around your bed, making sure your IVs and suctions were attached properly, and even fluffing your pillows and cushions for you... at least the ones she could reach. "I had suggested cattle hormones. A great way to digest excess in a safe manner. But, of course, it comes with some... rather... hefty... milky assets as a side-effect." she adds awkwardly with a cough, averting her eyes politely from the ample chest taking up most of the space between you two, a bit of red across her face.
Sam Jukes
—"Ah, uhrm thank you Doctor Hopper, I am really glad to have you here to help, I sorta, thought i was going to be a goner after... well everything from that." sam takes in a deep breath and lets it out, more than glad that the intense tightness that had been hitting her body be removed for a familiar sensation of jiggling, though instead of just feeling her titanic sized hips wobbling she also feels her stomach wobble and gurgle in a mild annoyance and her mountains that could be called breasts sloshing with a lot of fatty and liquid heft. And embarrassing enough for her everything felt more sensitive, making her let out a lewd loan moan before she covers her reddening face with her soft pudgy paws. "Ah im sorry, didnt expect that."
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—Doctor Hoppler, as she tried to help you get comfortable, went red-faced and her ears stood on end as even slight touches from her paws near your hips or chest elicited a loud moan from the sensitivity. Her whiskers twitched, and she tried to adjust her collar and straighten herself out, trying not to... fluster over it.
"Th-That's okay! It is... to be expected that there would be some sensitivity. This fat tissue in your body is very new, and very... sensitive." she awkwardly chokes out. "Plus, you've got a great deal of hormones freshly put in your body. It'll take some time for you to reach complete chemical balance and stabilize. But obviously, what's important is that you're safe and sound." As you tried to reach towards your face, you realized how herculean of a task that actually was. Your arm fat just smushed against your chest and neckrolls, making it almost impossible for your chubby paws to reach your face without a great deal of effort. The doctor gave a look of sympathy, and hopped forward with a cool, wet towel.
"Oh! No need for the exertion, here..." she chimed helpfully, leaning over you as best she could to dab away the sweat on your face and keep you refreshed. "Would you like water, or a cold beverage?" she asks softly afterwards.
Sam Jukes
—The heavy exsertion just from moving her arms is concerning but she can still feel the muscle under the mountain of blubber that is making her move work. "Mngh, c can i have a glass of water please, ngh n no wonder i feel so hot h ha, though u uh that is not an uncommon feeling for buns like us h hmm?" she tries for the joke as she lowers her arms back down with a light groan, instead opting to slowly move her arms to check their range of movement. "Ngh well i can say i am one of the first cow bunnies now, right h haha."
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—The doctor spins around, putting a quick command into the terminal, and letting a small, spherical floating drone come flying by, a small robotic claw holding out a glass of ice water. She brings it over to you with a smile, tipping the glass to your lips to let you drink.
"Well... rabbits tend to feel more at home in colder temperatures, this is true. This much body fat must be... a bit overheating for you. Luckily, you're in the perfect place to maintain body regularity. There's temperature-controlled rooms, cooling in the suites, and of course the waterpark. You should have plenty of options to regulate your heat." she says with a little smile, attempting to keep a positive attitude for you. "I wouldn't call you a cow bunny. That would be... disrespectful. Though, yes, I'll admit... cattle growth and digestion hormones in a rabbit is certainly... unusual. But... I guess you're just a very special case, Miss Jukes." she chimes, as if trying to make it sound like a 'positive, fun spin'.
Sam Jukes
—Sam gladly accepts the cool drink of water, letting out a deep sigh, having to fight off the urge to moan again, her stomach letting out a low 'glorp'.
"Keep in cooler areas yeah, and, well, . . At least i can say i really am not flat anymore, and h hey i can give my friends a nice big hug rather than cling to their legs, just have to start on the whole, . . Uhm building musclue under the fat right?" though the tone of fluster in her voice still remains, Sam genuinely looks like she is getting a bit excited, a much more positive look on her face.
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—The slight, held-back moans that almost come from you make the doctor's red cheeks come back in full, but she straightens herself out to the best of her ability as she pulls the glass away, a wince of concern on her face at your recovery plan.
"Well... there's a few more... strange matters. Luckily, the growth hormones seem to have elicited a natural growth of your body with the extra calories. Its a phenomena known as high-caloric-gigantism. Some animals simply... grow in size the more they eat. Not just outward, but upward. Judging by measurements, you've actually gained a fair few feet in your physiology underneath all the fat. Due to that, you might actually be able to muster the energy to jostle yourself around, or even... well, roll your body, if you put in enough exertion. Obviously, you shouldn't strain yourself and try, but it's likely possible once you've rested and recovered. However... as far as... well, building muscle... It will be rather difficult. Cattle hormones make natural muscle growth difficult, and... this much bodyfat would make muscle development of any kind rather... negligible." The words trail off, and she looks away in guilt as she sees the smile die from your face. But, she tries to put the smile back on, holding the tablet at her side.
"O-Oh! But, of course, as rabbits, we have... natural ways of getting a healthy amount of exercise, even in your state. Swimming is always an excellent option. And, oh-! You could always have someone roll you onto your back and let you kick your legs for natural thumping exercises. Rabbits always benefit a lot from that. Assuming you can... move your legs enough, of course... O-Oh! And, obviously, reproductive practices are always... suitable exercise. I-I... know your file says that you're, uhm-... still... not sexually active or anything yet, but... well, I suppose now would be as good a time as any to... indulge in natural rabbit instincts a bit... h-hah..." the doctor awkwardly laughs, fogging up her glasses a bit.
Sam Jukes
—"Ah, well yeah you are right, i wasn't going to just try to wobble about and hope i suddenly can walk around like i didn't just swallow a whole industrial container worth of pancake batter, but a swims, kicks and having a bit of h hehe fun with others sounds like a good plan to start with, a and uh try to limit my intake of food to something a bit less uh hehe extreme as before." a light giggle leaves her, quite possibly the only light thing Sam has. Her face still flustered as she feels like she is getting quite warm again. "You good doctor? You look like you could go for a water yourself, though that might not be quite right hmm?"
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—Sam, despite the exertion, and the sheer DAY you've had, you still had enough pep in you to ask that question with your usual cutesy hip-wiggle... only now, those gargantuan hips plopped and jiggled, rumbling the walls as the blubber shook your bolted-down medbay bed. It seemed, despite the weight... you still had certain habits that just wouldn't quit, your little tail fluffing up somewhere between your enormous mountains of rear blubber.
You looked at Dr. Hoppler... who was literally nibbling on her tablet with her buckteeth, her face bright crimson, and she quickly fumbled to move the tablet to cover the bottom of her dress, making sure that no unprofessional excitement was on full display.
"Ahem! Well, yes. Obviously, despite everything, and despite you... being a virgin, Miss Jukes, you'll be happy to know that... uhm... your sexual reproductive instincts and physiology is... well and healthy. W-Which is good. Of course, if you experience anything out of the ordinary in that regard, feel free to come see me any time. -ABOUT MEDICINE, I MEAN. I can offer you... uhm... treatments to help with that. Medically. Professionally. Obviously." She adjusts her glasses, her ears, and her coat, trying to look as professional as she can, and stopping her leg from tapping rapidly against the floor.
Sam Jukes
—"Oh, i'll take you up on that if thats alright, might need some assistance with managing myself and all that. I if you dont mind o of course i am sure your time is important though, so i dont want to waste your time." sams ears flop, the cute jingling of her earrings tinking as they fall behind her shoulders.
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—The doctor stops, crimson-faced, glancing up at the mountain of rabbit before her. "H-Help... managing yourself...?" she squeaks under her breath, almost dropping the tablet. "Ahem! W-Well... uhm... I suppose it would be... irresponsible of me to let my personal patient go without proper treatment. H-How can I... a-assist then, Miss Jukes? A-Are you... currently feeling out of the ordinary f-for your... n-needs...?"
The rabbit tugged at her collar a bit, trying to peak over your vitals to distract from the jingling of your earrings around your plump neck.
Sam Jukes
—"W well, i am starting to feel like i am heating up again, and it might be from just me needing another drink but i am starting to think that the culprit may uhm be my mixed up hormones." Sam takes in a deep breath and lets it out again, barely even trying to supress her moan this time. As she leans a bit closer. "A and you did reccomend reproductive activity but i dont want to accidentially uhm, squish anyone, no fun in that r right?"
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—Dr. Hoppler drops the tablet with an ill-contained whimper, trying to cover herself by holding her medical coat together... even as she goes a bit weak at the knees and her legs shiver.
"O-Oh... y-yes! Th-That'd... b-be no fun. Y-You'll... c-certainly have to be a bit more careful with... a-amorous activities from now on. O-Obviously, you'll be... utilizing a lot more weight than you're used to, and you'll be having to m-move it all around. U-Unless of course, your partner p-prefers to do the work, obviously." she practically squeaked out, starting to ramble.
"I-If you're starting to feel warm, I c-can--" the moan makes her ears flop down at her shoulders, and her glasses fog once again. With a twitch of her whiskers, she tries to clear her throat. "I-I can... s-see if the... pumps are working properly. Y-You... might be producing excess milk while your body tries to stabilize. I-It might think it's in heat. I-I'm... j-just going to adjust them for a moment." she mutters out as she slowly approaches, shaky paws slowly reaching for the massive suctions.
She tries to be as gentle as she can as she gets the pressure to release, your puffy nipples plopping out one by one, a spattering of milk across your fur... your chest looking uncomfortably swollen. Dr. Hoppler swallows audibly, clearing her throat. "Y-Yes, we... d-definitely should've turned these pumps higher f-for a few hours... y-you... poor thing, the excess must feel quite heavy." she says, trying not to stare at the enormous udders in front of her.
Sam Jukes
—Sam's chest lets out a noisy slosh regardless of how carefully Dr.hopper tries to remove the suction on her aching and heavy breast. "They f feel quite quite h heavy yeah ouf, sorry for the m mess hrmn. Would you mind, demonstrating with me, i just would like to hm, y you know, know the ropes of not squashing someone really cute and adorable under a mountain of softness, and of course i would hate t to be lazy while my hmm, partner have to work all by herself hmmn?"
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—Dr. Hoppler just... swallowed. Her mouth seemed so dry. Her tail was twitching, and her paw thumping the floor. "O-Okay... I-I mean... I-I'd... b-be happy to... h-help." she stammered. "M-My name is... Tanya, b-by the way. T-Tanya Hoppler. P-Pleasure to... meet you, Samantha. L-Like... properly." she whimpered as she climbed slowly onto... what little of your medbay bed wasn't taken up. "U-Uhm... l-let's... start with something easier on you. I'll... take care of you f-first... j-just so you can know what it'll f-feel like at this size. I-Is... that okay?" she muttered as she slowly moved the pillows and cushions aside, swallowing as she began the incredible task of actually... spreading your legs apart.
It's not exactly easy, but she manages to find your relatively dainty ankles in all the blubber, and slowly spreads your legs in the medbay bed, the bed creaking beneath you from the movement of the blubber.
Sam Jukes
—Not wanting to just leave all the work to her, Sam complies with the movement, even if the movement is straining as she is still adapting. "Mnh, its a p pleasure t to m meet you too TanYah, please, just call me Sam, mnh"
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—She swallows, and nods, trying to dab the sweat from her fur. "O-Okay, Sam. I can do th-..." Her voice trails as you slowly start to spread your legs, her ears lying flat as the blubber of your hips and thighs spills over the sides of the creaking bed... the fattest, most enormous pussy she'd ever seen on a rabbit spilling forth, fupa pushed against the rolls of your underbelly, swollen labia dripping with need into the sheets of the bed.
"W-...Wow... Just... t-take a deep breath, Sam. You're... going to f-feel some stimulation. A-And... th-that's... n-normal." the doctor squeaks from under your belly. You watch as a few drones float over, equipped with some... very particular looking attachments. You could hear buzzing and vibrating, as you felt each drone fly to either side between your legs, each one pushing the buzzing, rounded, large attachments against each side around it, stimulating a semi-circle on either side, as you feel the doctor slowly lean down, her warm lips suddenly... pushed against the middle... her tongue slowly teasing against you, hesitant to push any further in as her small, petite paws hold against your blubber, as if she were scared to be anything more than gentle with a rabbit a hundred times her size.
Sam Jukes
—"Mnh a alright, deep breath." sam takes in a long deep breath, trying her best to keep herself from moaning out immediately, only for her to suddenly gasp mid exhale from the buzzing and vibrating stimulation pressing against her sex, fighting the urge to close her legs right up or to press up further against the electric like stimulation, feeling far more sensitive than normal from the growth that made her so large. "Mnmmnh o oh m my gn mnh"
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—Every twitch of your legs... every jerk your body made... Even the slightest inch of a movement moved your body like a tsunami for the blubber that sprawled out all around you. Despite how fat and blubbery it was, every clench of your sex tightened it around Tanya, and she was practically forced to kiss it every time you held her head in place with the clenching muscles.
"Mnnfh! Mnnngh-" you heard her squeak out from somewhere far beneath you, her tail twitching behind her as she thumped her paw against the bed, a petite hand reaching down under her skirt pleasuring herself as she kissed deeper, now outright licking, her hot tongue pushing inside you as deep as she could, the drones buzzing away as the sticky, plump lips of your pussy jiggled around Tanya's face, slicking the fur between your legs as excitement squirted out of you, gushing like an over-ripe fruit the more you were stimulated.
"Mnnfh-f-fuck! Just... follow my r-rhythm, Sam... Just enjoy yours-self..." the rabbit purred as she buried her paws into the fat of your thighs, holding your legs spread as she kissed deeper, practically having to be careful not to push her whole head in with the sheer size difference of you two.
Sam Jukes
—"Mnhnn f follow y yeah mngh f faah ngh" accepting the given permission sam moves with Tanya's movements, moving down against her when she presses harder into her yawning sex while pulling back a bit when, if she pulls out, only getting increasingly soaked as she gives herself grab on the breast, giving it a squeeze and feeling the milk spill out of her. "Mnhh l like gnh t this? A am i d doing a a good j job t tanya, . A am i?"
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—Tanya tried desperately to give encouragement. To speak and praise, but as her open mouth was fairly busy, all she could do was kiss, give muffled praise, and gulp as Sam's sticky excitement filled her mouth, swallowing it down to keep kissing and licking. "Y-You... you are, S-Sam! You're... f-fuck! d-doing... amazing!" she squeaked out finally, lips dripping with excitement and a paw under her skirt, until, all at once, Sam pushed over the edge, Tanya's cheeks puffing as excitement filled her lips, and she swallowed it down obediently, shaking as she finished herself off, practically fainting between Sam's pillowy thigh blubber, her face sticky as she slid between. "Oh fuck... oh f-fuck... oh fuck that was so unprofessional..." she gasped in each breath as she panted.
Sam Jukes
—Sam lets out a Low moan as she reaches down as best she can, her breath catching up in a gasp for a moment as she reaches down with a hand to scruff the top of Tanya's head, each heavy breath causing an earthquake of wobbles and jiggles across her pillowy blubber stuffed frame. Fighting the urge to cross her legs across the smaller rabbit "Mngh hnn f hn t t thanks t Tanya mng y you are th the best, nhm s sory f for being a a bit h haaah u unprofessional, . h hehe mnh."
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—Tanya tries to make a few attempts to say that it was alright. Or... some equivalent of a response to your apology. But she just keeps panting for a few moments longer as you tried to reach her head, unintentionally squishing her with the blubber of your underbelly as you tried to lean up. As her chest rose and fell with breath, she just shook her head.
"Th-There's... nothing unprofessional about ensuring the wellness of one's patient. N-Now... if you REALLY want to make up for it, it's time to try it the other way." she huffed, reaching down and sliding her underwear down her hips and tossing it off her paws, her tail flicking with excitement. Slowly, she climbed up onto you, trying to be extra careful with stepping on your belly, even despite how small she was. Her eyes were wide at how red and swollen your chest was, though. "God, S-Sam... you're REALLY overproducing right now. W-We've barely had your pumps off you for a few minutes..." she muttered, her voice cracking.
Sam Jukes
—"Hmnnn, y yeah they are starting to feel, q quite heavy hanngnn, but I can't just leave you unsatisfied." her stomach lets out a low grumble as Tanya climes the soft hill of blubber that makes up her belly as Sam gives her swollen sore breasts slow but heavy kneading to try to ease up the pressure in them, making a lot of obscene sloshing and wobbling as her nipples leak Thick cream. "a any reasons as to w why i am overproducing so much?, . . a apart from uh, . . t the obvious h ha haaaamnghnn g god ouh" If Sam was not flushed like a cream and brown coloured tomato then she definitely is now as she gushes a little once again.
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—Tanya scales the mountain of a rabbit little by little, kneeling down at the rolls of blubber around your neck, her face just a few inches from yours, as if she were considering a kiss. Despite her crimson cheeks, she tries to catch her breath and think rationally. "W-Well... l-like I said, your body's still trying to find equilibrium with all the hyper-digestion currently happening. It will probably slow down in an hour or so, b-but for now, you're going to experience excess production..." she said awkwardly. She snapped her fingers, and had a few of the drones pick the suctions back up off the floor. But... as she tried to put them on, they just popped right off. Your nipples were so swollen that they didn't even fit in the cups anymore, just gushing as soon as the suctions even touched you. She watched you writhe in discomfort, the tautness in your chest growing almost painful. "Hmmmm..." she hums under her breath. "I think I know a way I can help you, Sam. A-At least to relieve a little bit."
Slowly, she turned around on you, and bent down. She was practically straddling the rolls around your neck, her petite ass and fluffed tail right in your face as she leaned down, the skirt under her lab coat rolling up her rear slightly the further she leaned forward. You gasped as you felt her grab hold of your tender, enormous breasts. They were so heavy that the doctor was clearly having trouble, but with a whimper and a gasp, she managed to grab hold of your nipples in her paws, and lead them to her mouth.
"I'll... huff.... h-help relieve the pressure for you, while you do the same thing to me that I was doing to you down there, got it? J-Just... rhythmic, circular motions, remember. Okay? L-Like... f-following the steps of a dance." she said with shaky breaths as she slowly spread her legs, even doing the work of leading her sex to your chubby muzzle, almost pressing it to your lips for you to kiss and lick, as she leaned forward, grabbing the enormous teats in her hands, and starting a slow, pulling, milking motion, trying to fit as much of the enormous, engorged nipples into her mouth as she could.
Sam Jukes
—"mnh got i-mnf!-" she hushes up once Tanya's sex is right up against her muzzle, only taking a moment to take in a deep breath before Pushing against it with her lips, giving it a kiss to start off before letting letting her tongue out to lick with her soft round tongue up and around then down and around yet again, pushing a little deeper with her tongue. her left hand remaining on her bust to try to assist as best as she can to empty out her chest, her right hand despite the strain moves over to give her hips a soft squeezing massage "mhnnmnh mmmh" *she moans out but does keeps her pace mostly stable, letting up the pressure a little before pushing up against her once again. her engorged nipples go from oozing milk occasionally to leaking and occasionally gushing very warm and thick milk, easily earning more shaky groans and moans out of Sam.
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—You could feel Tanya twitch and shudder each time your tongue touched her. Each time you tried to squeeze your breasts beneath where she laid. Each time you tried to reach out and grab her petite hips.
Shlk! Shlp!
"F-Fuck-...j-just..mnnfh! L-Like that--S-Sam!" she manages to gasp out, before locking her lips to your nipples again. Without even realizing it, Tanya starts arching her back each time her tail fluffs, pushing her white-furred rear against your muzzle and spreading her thighs to let your tongue sink in further, the warmth of your saliva inside her making her shiver with bliss. You went deeper and deeper, able to much more easily push your tongue in the slicker she became with excitement, practically gushing the sticky wetness into your mouth like an over-ripe fruit with each lick you gave. You felt her legs wrap around you, her feet against your chubby cheeks as she practically tried to lock your head in place as you found a sweetspot that made her shiver. You had expected her to be more verbal, but all you could hear was muffled whimpers and moans as she came…
And then you saw why. She was pulling and sucking at your nipples so tightly that you could barely breathe, panting hot breaths deep inside the poor rabbit as you licked and kissed her soaking sex. Your eyes rolled back, and you wanted to scream with bliss as you felt the milk urged out, pouring out even thicker and faster than it had for the suctions.
Glp...glk...glp...gulp...glp…
You... hadn't realized just how much you were producing. And seemingly, neither did Tanya. With her eyes rolled back in bliss, she barely seemed to realize how much was pouring down her throat, just clinging to your nipples like her life depended on it as she sucked and gulped, muffled moans as you filled her with gallons of thick, dense, sweet milk... Slowly, you watched her rolled-up-skirt around her hips start to tighten. You watched it grow taut and heard the fabric creak as Tanya's belly slowly bulged under her, the white-furred stomach swelling visibly in front of you between her spread legs as you licked, slowly filling the space under her as she drank and drank...
Sam Jukes
—Finding it incredibly hard to do anything more than continuing to kiss and lick at the soaked sex in front of her face. Sam lets out another moan that is interrupted by a gasp as another gush is pushed out of her Bust, the only thing keeping her from moving her face closer or away being the pair of strong legs of Tanya around her neck, licking repeatedly while her hand goes to instead press her hand against the easier target to rub her hand against, her swelling filling belly. "Gnmh mnhhhh." at least the pressure that was nearly painful has reduced to a much more pleasant heavy feeling in her chest, the sloshing inside however the deep and noisy sloshing from the constant moving and squeezing hints at the sheer volume still left before she could be considered empty.
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—Tanya was going up and down out of climax now. You winced with each gush of excitement that squirted across your muzzle, the doctor cumming again and again as if she were in her own heat cycle today. You had her so distracted that she barely even seemed to notice how heavy she was getting…
Glp...glp...glk...glp...gloorrrrp…
She was still swelling... still filling... More and more milk came from you the more you were stimulated, and you could hear from the constant, desperate gulping, that it was all pouring into this poor, tiny rabbit, your engorged nipples crammed into her sucking lips, even despite her puffed, overfilled cheeks, milk spraying from her mouth from sheer overflow more than her throat could handle.
POP! POP-POP-POP!
One by one, the buttons of her dress burst open, her belly hanging below her, her dress and lab coat hanging to the sides around the swelling sphere beneath her. You could hear gurgling and creaking. A petite rabbit like this could never handle being filled with that much. Well, that was rich coming from you, but still! It was unsafe for her to have this much. Her stomach must be stretched to its limit by now- You could hear a beep, and one of the drones moved to your digestion stim IV, and removed it, slowly floating it over to Tanya. It was as if it had detected that the patient who was in more dire need of digestion hormones at the moment wasn't you, but the doctor.
"Mnng-MNNFH?!" came the muffled yelp from the rabbit as she felt a stim stuck into her. "Mnngh! Mnnnn-hnnnnnnn--" The annoyance turned into a muffled, mouth-filled moan halfway through, as the thousands of calories tightly packed into her poor stomach began to bubble and churn.
Gloooorrrpp....churrrrrrrrrn…
Slowly, you watched as Tanya's body began to change in front of you. You heard the sound of her skirt creak as slowly, her legs grew thicker around your neck. Her thighs began to grow an inch softer... and another. Her ass, tiny and petite against your muzzle, began to slowly fill with fat... the white fur burying your face more and more as it swelled in size in front of you, the skirt popping and ripping along the seams little by little as she overfilled it. You could feel the buttons that still remained on her top begin to strain. Fat bulged from her chest, and you felt breasts of her own, while small at first, slowly begin to grow and squish against your sensitive chest as she leaned forward to drink more and more... Still, she filled... ballooning with milk... as fat piled onto every inch of her figure, little by little...
Sam Jukes
—Sam gives her another squeeze, her left hand joining her right to squeeze against the swelling bunny, her pace finally beginning to slow down in an attempt to get her to slow herself down, the rate of her digestion starting to slow down now that the IV is out of her, she cant do too much about just about all of her vision being taken up by the slowly swelling thighs, calves, and sex right in her face, huffing with how much this bun is taking up her face space.
"Mhhhhhnnn mmnh hmmn." She lets a few more moans, pressing a little harder against her for a moment before letting up as much as she can, her hands roaming up and down the swelling orb of a tummy and trying her best to roam further up to get a grip onto Tanya's shoulders to pull her closer against her face.
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—Even just having one less digestion stim in you was making you feel... lethargic. But even still, this was a thrill you'd been waiting your whole life for. Bunny sex was practically legendary in the Starlane, and now you finally got to experience it... with ANOTHER bunny! Even if it was... in a less than ideal state. You hungrily licked and kissed at the tight, slick sex pushed against your muzzle. In desperation, you held the swelling sides of the rabbit and pulled her onto you just so you could lick even deeper. You could hear muffled squeals and moans between the gluttonous gulping of thick milk, each one signifying a climax as her body shivered and jiggled in your paws, a squirt of excitement across your mouth for you to lick up.
You could see less and less of the rabbit in front of you as she swelled. Her ass ballooned in front of you, covering your vision inch by inch as dimples and blubber piled onto her once-petite frame. Her thighs swelled, burying your face between fat as she kept them firmly wrapped around you, her dainty paws looking more and more out of place the thicker her legs became. You felt the tight, slick pussy grow fatter against your mouth. The lips swelled with blubber, pushing against your cheeks and your mouth more and more the tighter you held onto her, until your entire mouth was buried, your tongue in deep as she clenched and squirmed in pleasure with what little control of her muscles she had left. You heard buttons popping. Threads splitting. You felt her ass bounce and jiggle in your face as soon as the skirt BURST apart, her plump ass exploding out of it and burying your face under a mound of white fur.
The skinny, trim doctor ballooned with your milk. You felt her paws slowly begin to reach less and less past her own belly as it lifted her up. With desperation, she clung to your nipples with everything she could, drinking as if she were starved, before, with a gasp and a lewd moan, the swollen nipples popped out of her mouth, your dripping udders plopping on either side of your blubber-hill of a belly. Rips across her fabric formed from even the slightest movements.
"NNGGHH-ahh!" she gasped as the force threw her back, her ass burying your face as she was thrown onto you, her eyes rolling as she came once again, a sticky gush across your lips as you were practically suffocated under this much Tanya. She took a second to... take in her surroundings. She was in a daze. Where was she? What had- She looked down, her eyes wide. What had... happened to her...? Then, she looked down, seeing the neck rolls of a currently-suffocated patient beneath her own rear, and she yelped, doing her best she could to quickly move away... not an easy task for a rabbit that had just tripled in weight.
"O-Oh my goodness! S-Sam?! M-Miss Jukes?! A-Are... are you okay?!" she squealed in panic, huffing and burping as she tried desperately to move across the waterbed of a rabbit beneath her, practically passing out on your belly, sinking into it, unable to fight against the blubber to move anymore.
Sam Jukes
—Now free from a mild case of ass smothering, and quite possibly some of the best bunny sex she ever had she feels more the bigger demand for air, so she takes a huge gasp of air, before lethargically wrapping her soft and almost lead feeling arms around the quite milk filled Doctor that to sam, could really do with some cuddles right about now. "gnh Hauh, i' i'm ok Houf, i i'm ok, g goh mngh, y you are really, really g good b but uhm, i d dont think you want to e end up like me r right now h haha." a deep tired sigh escapes her, feeling Quite exhausted, as if she wasn't already tired from the excitement of, quite literally everything else that had happened today. "mhnh m my my you feel, really soffft."
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—The doctor opened her mouth to say something, before an avalanche of bunny blubber pulled her in for a hug. "Wait, Sam, I-EEEEP-!" she yelped, smushed beneath the titanic flow of soft fat.
POP! SHHHRRRRRIP!
The movement alone was enough to burst the rest of her dress off, her bra pretty much the last article of clothing holding onto the rolls of blubber on the poor doctor. "Euuuugh... oh my goodness... w-what..." she finally tried to get a good look at herself, her face bright red, desperately trying to cover her nudity to the best of her ability. "W-What happened to me!? Y-Your... milk is so high in fat content... h-how much did I drink? Oh my goodness... oh my goodness..." She started practically hyperventilating as she saw just how... different she looked, as if trying to run the numbers in her head of how this could have happened, trying to determine how many calories she'd ingested to the exact number.
Sam Jukes
—"y yeah you sorta did not s stop, h had to try to pull pull you off, b but uhm you really were just going at it, hehe h he. good news though u uhm m my chest does not ache anymore." sam tries her best to calm Tanya down with slow strokes over her back, going for the back of the head and behind the ears. "shh shh, i dont think you got something as bad as me, you are alright ok?" she leans forward just a bit closer to try to plant a kiss on her forehead, ears flopping down again behind her head.
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—You could feel the rapid beating of her heart. She was still flustered, but terrified at how she'd let herself go. Just... look at the size of her. But, when she looked up at your eyes, her face went back to the bright crimson, and her ears laid flat. "W-Well... I-I'm... just glad you're feeling better." she said meekly. Finally, you got a second to look over her new figure. Her dainty paws and ankles quickly thickened out to fat legs that were at least four times as thick as they were just moments ago. Her thighs even further spread out with fat. A shapely curve of ample hips led into a spilling, pudgy belly that had, at least mostly, digested down from a taut balloon into a hang of blubber, underneath a massive pair of tits that sat atop it. Even her arms and face had gotten fatter, her thin neck about twice as thick now. Between her thick thighs, a blubber-covered pussy was still dripping with excitement against your fur, and you could tell from the look on her face, Tanya was still very much in 'rabbit-mode'. She swallowed, and looked up at you, digging her paws into her thighs in desperation.
"S-Sam... th-this is... so inappropriate... s-so... unprofessional to say, b-but... you taste so good... your milk... you... everything...." she said, practically drooling over herself, slowly climbing up to the rolls of your neck again, planting her heft right between your breasts with a gasp from the effort, and leaning down to kiss you. You could feel her, despite sweating and exhausted from her weight, trying desperately to grind her hips against you as she kissed you. You felt the rolls of your neck become slick with excitement as she came, both of you rolling your eyes in bliss as she bit your lip gently and pushed her tongue past your teeth, practically wrapping it around yours as you both made out like rabbit teenagers with no parental supervision.
[Sam, you receive 1 Luck, and 2 Instinct Points.]
Sam... your fur was getting... admittedly, a bit slick. Both from sweat, and... various other fluids generously provided by the doctor, and your own chest. Both of you, breathless, ESPECIALLY you, stopped for a second... cuddling close to eachother as your ears both perked as you listened to the hall. The... bending of metal? Groaning? You two exchanged a glance, and Dr. Hoppler reached for her labcoat, straining to squeeze at least one button shut, her foot tapping the floor in frustration-
CLICK! Thank god. At least she was... kinda covered...? She slowly huffed and made her way to the door, swaying and leaning against walls at the strange weight of her body, and letting the automatic door of the medbay slide open. Her eyes went wide. An enormous... ENORMOUS pig filled the hall... beached on her own stomach, completely naked, with jelly, frosting, and sugar dripping mixed with sweat down her corpulent body. From the trail of frosting down the hall, it looked like she'd been rolled here. There was a note stuck to her ass.
"A fat glutton we found in Sprinkled in the buffet wing, no surprise there~... we think she belongs to Team 4! <3"
Dr. Hoppler raised a brow at the note, and just set it aside. For a moment, she thought about asking Sam for help, but instead, opted for the drones. All four of them helped slowly roll Margot in, getting her towards a ramp to roll into one of the medbay beds. "Huff... huff... S-Sam...? Does... she look familiar to you?" she asked as she got Margot situated into bed, the pig slowly beginning to stir and wake...
Sam Jukes
—"Oh my goodness, . . . IS that Margot?? what the heck happened. I I dont remember seeing her having pancakes so i guess she broke off to have something else and just, . . had a bit too much fun?" Sam takes a moment to look over what is practically a small hill in the form of a pig then shrugs a little, causing another wave of wobbles across her soft form. her ears flopping a little as she looks her over a small frown crossing her face, the weight in her chest thankfully just a pleasant pressure as she tries her best to push herself into a sit on her bed. "ahum w want some help? looks like she may uhm might need some assistance, . . just give me a moment to catch the rest of my breath." she sounds fully earnest, though might be a little overambitious right at this current moment.
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—The doctor... gave a little giggle. She didn't mean to make fun of you, but... she definitely found it kinda cute that you thought you could actually get up and help in your current state. "D-Don't be silly, Miss Jukes! Lay down and rest! You're still in a sensitive condition!" she orders with an over-worried huff, before looking Margot over, slowly taking her vitals and giving her a few health stims just to... make sure that much butter didn't give the poor pig a heart attack. Luckily, a pig, and a Breeder pig at that, should have no trouble digesting this with enough time. But God, it's a miracle she didn't burst. "I'm just going to give her some minor treatments. I think she'll be fine." Dr. Hoppler assured.
Sam Jukes
—"alright h hehe, B but i am going to need to get up some time. and oh thank goodness she is going to be fine, as much as the sensitivity and well, great assets i would most likely only reccomend this size for someone who is not planning on getting around fast h haha." with a cacophony of sloshing as Sam lies back down, but keeping a slight roll to look over to Tanya and Margot. "she is quite fun to be around so she most likely will bounce back after she wakes up haha."
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—The doctor gives a sympathetic smile at her fellow rabbit, finding it a bit heartwarming how positive you were being in spite of your situation. "W-Well... I'd administer an Energy Stim to get her awake, but I don’t imagine she has a concussion or anything…" she mutters under her breath. "So for now, the best she can get is probably some sleep…”
Sam Jukes
—"oh goodness I hope that she is not hurt, . . more than she already is from uh being stuffed as she is cant really do much about the whole, fullness." She takes a few moments to get herself comfortable, earning quite a few more jiggles across her frame, resting her hand against her hip, which looks similar to of a small hill of fat that widens further than her thighs. "hmm, sorry if I am being a little bit of a bother, but I am a bit curious about a few things Dr Hoppler, first and foremost uh, any ideas on what I could get to wear for later when I manage to get moving about sorted, not a lot comes to mind. actually make that to we because Margot most likely is going to need some new stuff to wear as well hehe."
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—Dr. Hoppler takes a sigh as she looks over Margot's sleeping form on the bed. "Right now, her body's in a food coma. H-Hopefully she'll feel a bit less packed when she wakes up. This should give her time to digest. I just... don't even know how she could've eaten this much. I'm certain there were no pigs in the resort anywhere near this size. Eating this much in one day is almost mathematically impossible...even for a breeder!" she explains, hands to her head as she tries to even wrap her thoughts around it. Finally, she turned back to you, her face a bit red at the way every inch of you rippled out with jiggles every time you made the slightest movement. "O-Oh! ...w-well, obviously, your options will be a bit more... limited from now on. But I've got some stretchsuits in the back closet for very specific patient cases. They come in much bigger sizes than most space-ready equipment, and I should be able to find one that fits our pig friend here, and, hopefully you as well. I-I... hope you're comfortable in latex and synthetic fiber. Do you have a favourite colour?" she chimes, trying to keep the mood light.
Sam Jukes
—"Oh thank goodness I have a few options, first though that came to mind was getting partially wrapped up with a bedsheet or just a raw bolt of cloth haha. I dont particularly mind about synthetic fibre and I dont have any latex allergies, . . hmm do you have anything in either Teal or green?" Sam now fully caught up with her breath gives her a smile, just lounging on her side fully. "reminds me of the meadows station where I grew up, had a lot of greenery in the biodomes while the skylights were almost always active due to long term shifts, great fun to just relax in you know?"
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—Dr. Hoppler gave a smile, and nodded. "I... think we might have some lovely aqua material that you might just adore! Let me put it through the fabricator and see if I can get it to stretch to... ahem... a-accommodate your figure." she answers awkwardly. With unbalanced steps, she waddles off to a side room, and starts looking through the options. Bent over through the door, you could see just how much that petite rabbit rear had ballooned since just a few hours ago. Your milk really did a number on the poor doctor. As she searches, she keeps the conversation rolling. "Oh! You grew up in biodomes? Were you on a space station, or a terraforming planet?" she asks casually. "I grew up in biodomes as well!"
Sam Jukes
—"good luck hehe, hopefully it works." Sam just offers back a lightly teasing look, her ears flopping to her sides with a jingle from her earrings once again, quite enjoying the view of Tanya's significantly grown frame, a little giggle escaping her. "Oh I grew up on a space station, eventually was interned in one of the work programs there to become a clerk and just kept going up from there until I have my current job as a freelance secretary. honestly I am not too scared about any harm to my work from this situation as almost all of my job is answering emails and invoices which I can do from home if I want, just going to be a hassle to say hello to the friends at work on hours."
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—Tanya seemed utterly oblivious to the show she was giving you of a massive ass pouring out of the skin-tight lab coat as she leaned over. Her tail just fluffed and flicked as she casually grabbed the material and started turning on the fabricator. You could hear the chuffing and whirring of a machine that likely hadn't been turned on in quite some time. "Oh, really? A space station? How interesting! The planet I grew up on had an unlivable atmosphere, so we were in biodomes 90% of the time. I heard that a lot of rabbits will be on space stations within the next few centuries. I think they're running out of colony planets to put us on!" she joked with a sheepish little giggle. "That's really good that your job can support your current physique. O-Oh! But, if your office is lacking in accessibility for your... uhm... c-current size, just let me know. I can get the Dominion's Safety and Architecture Organization to issue your company a notice to ensure you've got a workspace that accommodates your needs." she informs with a kind smile over her shoulder at you.
Sam Jukes
—"Yeahh we tend to enjoy multiplying quite a lot dont we? well after experiencing it for the first time I am not remotely surprised as to why." A mirroring giggle escaping Sam as she brushes one of her flopped ears with a soft hand, before suddenly perking up, ears raising back to their peaked positions. a deep relieved sigh escaping her. "you would help me out about that? really? oh thank you Tanya, I Would hate having to not be able to hand out the morning coffee, thankfully it was my turn before I was put on this vacation haha. would give me all the more reasons to go on my usual jogs as well."
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—The doctor went a bit red in the face at that comment about you two trying it out, standing up a bit rigid, her figure bouncing with the quick movement. She visibly gulps. "Y-Yes... I-I... s-suppose there's good reason for it." she sheepishly agrees under her breath. She gives a smile at your excitement. "Of course I'd help! It'd be my pleasure-" But as you mention the jogs, her ears lied flat. She... didn't really have the heart to admit how... impossible that'd be. "I-I... suppose we'll just have to see, h-hah!" she awkwardly says, reaching to the other side of the fabricator. Slowly, you watched some teal latex material begin synthesizing, printing out the other side like paper.
Sam Jukes
—Sam keeps the smile up, her left ear flopping down again, a slight melancholy leaking into her tone before she perks up, as much as she seems to act like a hyperactive airhead hopped up on coffee and assumedly some kind of stimulants but you dont exactly become a secretary of her standing by having an empty head. "ah I know, , , too early to really think about movement huh? but I am nothing if not persistent. Sure progress would be slow of course but what is good that does not require hard and tough work?." A few moments pass as she watches the fabricator work itself hard to get the latex components constructed. then Sam looks back to Tanya with a big grin on her face. "who knows maybe I might make a miracle and be not only one of the first bunnies to shoot up to such a size in one day but also manage to get my own movement sorted just a bit after hmm? then I can spook you on break for a hug hmm?" her statement is mostly teasing but an underlying promise is dropped into the mix.
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—The doctor glances over her shoulder as you talk, a smile growing on her face as she slowly leads the material along with her paws. "Well, it's a big galaxy out there. I'm sure we could get something sorted out that will suit your lifestyle, Miss Jukes." she promises lovingly, before she goes a bit weak at the knees, flushing a bit at your promise. "W-Well... I'd... quite like that. M-Mobile or otherwise, I d-don't think I could ever turn down one of your hugs, Sam. You're... awfully cozy." she sheepishly agrees with a nervous giggle. "B-Besides! It's... probably best that I stick around for a bit to keep an eye on your condition, even after you leave the resort. E-Especially since I'm the only doctor with all the details of your condition!" she gives the excuse, holding up the first half of material that had been made. Good lord, it looked like a sail for a ship at that size... The rabbit held it up like a curtain. "How's this? Was this the kind of colour you had in mind?" she asks finally.
Sam Jukes
—Sam's eyes widen a bit as her ears flit straight up once again out of their regular flop, admiring the Teal suit, the synthetic fibres giving a muted contrast to the shiny latex that is quite pleasant to her eyes, and of course the adorable doctor that is holding the enormous article of clothing. "It looks amazing! better than I could of ever expected hehe." Not that Sam's fashion sense could be considered even remotely good, her wardrobe, sadly or most likely thankfully consisting of 3 copies of the same shirt and pants setup mixed with a splash of teal and green for her tracksuit that she is not going to be able to squeeze into at all. "And, thank you Tanya just hope I get to give you as many hugs as you can ever want, i- WE will figure out things later on and see how things go, But i bet you can tell by now I am a rather optimistic person about my odds regardless of how things seem to be looking right now."
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—Dr. Hoppler laughs as the rest of the suit is synthesized. "H-Honestly, considering your odds of surviving what you did, I don't blame you for being optimistic! You're quite the miracle-bunny, Sam." the doctor says with a warm smile to you, before finally pulling the suit from the machine, struggling to even hold up the enormous BLANKET of a tightsuit. "Hmmmm... w-well... w-would you... like some help getting it on, M-Miss Jukes...?" the rabbit nervously offers, ears flat.
Sam Jukes
—"I would greatly appreciate it Dr Hoppler, I'll try my best to help you out with it, I think I am settled enough to at least move to help get this on hehe." Sam Takes in a deep breath to prepare herself, Putting as much energy she can currently muster together into an attempt to sit up. causing a LOT of Bunquake jiggles. "Oufh, I am definitely going to be getting a lottery ticket after this vacation, because I must admit, despite feeling like a mattress made flesh, it is actually quite a nice feeling in quite a few places, and I doubt the sensitivity will go away any time soon hmm? though, uh sorry for mildly inflicting it upon you, did not mean to cause you to swell a bit, . . . . even if it does make you look amazing hehe." once again the tease in her eyes refuses to leave for long, eyeing the bun with a soft smouldering look. "oh and jeez i need to hug the rest of my team they probably would uh need some comfort and to know i am all ok."
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—You watch the doctor bend at the knees. Clearly, she was crimson-face embarrassed at how big you'd made her, but... hearing how much you liked it seemed to fluster her to her core, her foot tapping the floor rapidly. "W-Well... the sensitivity should certainly calm down a bit... Hopefully you won't feel completely full all the time. I-... uh, d-don't know if my figure would be able to handle relieving it all the time... h-hah..." she sheepishly admits, both nervous and flustered at the idea of doing... that again. She gives a nod as you request her help, and the flustered rabbit moves to help you start getting dressed.
There was about twenty minutes of grunting, stretching, sloshing, and moaning. The two rabbits looked like they were training for the olympics with the herculean task of getting Sam stuffed into this tightsuit. Despite the synthetic material being stretchy, and the suit itself being ENORMOUS, it was still a tight squeeze. At first, the doctor had suggested a bra underneath, but your breasts were so sensitive that you started gushing even as soon as she tried measuring your cup size. So... no bra, apparently. After about a half hour, you were covered in sweat, gasping, and rolled on your back in the bed, buried beneath your own tightsuit-crammed blubber, barely able to muster the energy to wriggle your paws.
You were exhausted. But at long last, you were clothed! Dr. Hoppler got the drones to help roll you upright so you could see a mirror, lending a hand to help from behind. The doctor... tried not to be too flustered about just how much she sunk into the blubber of your rear as she pushed. You finally got to see yourself proper... wow you were a big bun. But, at the very least, the aqua tightsuit was quite nice and sleek. On anyone else, it might've actually looked slimming. "There we-*huff... huff...g-go! What do you think?" Dr. Hoppler finally asked.
Sam Jukes
—Sam is back to panting, but she lifts up a leaded thumbs up, her ears once again flopped against her head and back as she lets out a low happy groan. "huf, hmn huf I think, . . it huf looks amazing, . . and houf w wow, . . did not really, . . sink in huff how big I really am mnh now. m mind if we can, . . huff have a drink? that was quite intense work hahhhh." a yawn escapes her, finally all the exhaustion catching up to her now. however something important keeps her just about propped up. her cheeks flushing as she reaches her arms slightly forward as best as she can. "haaauuuuuhhhhhhnmmm ouh, s sorry h haha i think everything is finally getting me, b but uhm m mind if i a ask for one more t thing? i i would like to give you a hug a a and , . .m maybe, . . a a kiss?" her face is getting beat red all over again, a mix of exhaustion from movement, and a fierce blushing.
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—The bunny runs forward to meet you as you lean forward, worried you were about to faint. But as she climbs up onto your belly, trying to hoist herself up onto the massive suit-straining bulge of your chest, resting her weight in your cleavage, she comes to meet you face-to-face, holding your chubby cheeks, the worry turning to fluster. "O-Oh! A... y-you mean a-... w-with... with me???" she stammers over herself. She swallows, and her face turns bright red, her ears lying flat against her head, and she tries to give a shaky smile. "U-Uhm... i-if... if you'd like... I-I mean... i-it would be quite unprofessional of me, b-but... I-I mean... w-well... y-yes, if you'd like." she finally manages to sputter out her answer, swallowing nervously in front of you.
Sam Jukes
—"o only if you w want t to, b because y yeah with you, . . y you are adorable a and amazing." it only takes her a moment before she decides to commit, bringing her arms into a soft hug, her arms draped over the smaller bun as she leans in and gives a soft and sweet kiss on the lips, her own face burning up as her soft lips crash gently against the other buns. but she has to let go of the kiss after a short bit, breathing heavily. "l later, want to, maybe get some coffee, I i think that, might be really nice."
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—The doctor pushes herself completely into the hug, holding your cheeks dearly with the kiss, softly nibbling your lip the longer it went on, before you both finally had to draw back to catch your breath... neither of you exactly in the best shape. "Well... it's getting a bit late, but I suppose caffeine shouldn't have too bad of an effect on you in your current state. Would you... like me to help you to one of the coffee shops here at the resort? I could... c-certainly use a break myself." she flirts sheepishly.
Sam Jukes
—"mmh, i would greatly appreciate having some help getting to one of the coffee shops yeah, . . .could really do with an ice coffee, nothing too extreme, just something to cool off and enjoy some more quiet together yeah?" she smiles softly and gives a little kiss once again, this time to the forehead, letting out an overwhelmingly dreamy sigh as she keeps Tanya slightly wrapped up against her chest.
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—Tanya practically melts into you with a dreamy sigh of her own, letting the rolls of blubber hold her like the world's softest bed, returning the kiss again. Finally, she shakes her head, trying to actually remember her professional duties. "Saaaaaam! If we're gonna get going, you need to let me go! I need to find some actual clothes that will fit, and I need to call a doctor in to look over your friend while I'm gone." she says in a giggle, trying fruitlessly to push you away, only to spill right back into the rolls of bunny fat all around her.
Sam Jukes
—"alright alrighty hahahehe, I'll let you go in a moment, but when we are having coffee, you are sitting on my, . . . lap? close enough. or wherever you want b but close to me hehe." Sam giggles again, not wanting to let go of her yet but lets out a happy sigh and kisses her again. she then opens her arms up, letting Tanya free herself at her leisure. "and if you reallly want i can share some milk if you want to have some with the coffee, . . . . .only a bit though."
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—Tanya gives a little smile and a giggle as she hops down, before going bright red at the milk offer, whipping around and shaking her head.
"N-NO NO, THAT'S OKAY, S-SAM! E-ESPECIALLY NOT IN PUBLIC! TH-THAT'S TOTALLY OKAY!" she stammers in a panic, before clearing her throat. Heading over to the consoles, she rang up a doctor to take her place, and looked around for a tightsuit she could wear under her labcoat that would actually cover her up, deciding on something with a nice magenta-pink, finally able to stop holding that barely-clinging button of her coat together. "Th-There we go! Not a PERFECT fit, but... well, it'll have to do." she decided, before heading over, controlling he drones, and with their help, slowly, all of them began rolling you along. You let out huffs and groans, trying not to moan too much as you rolled over your breasts, the pressure and sensitivity making your eyes roll. This was gonna be a long trip.
Sam, it took about half an hour, but eventually, you were finally rolled across the resort towards a cozy-looking coffee shop. You rubbed your paws together, eager to finally enjoy the warm atmosphere, and- FWOOMPH!
You gasped as you felt yourself wedged at the hips. The... doorway did look a little on the narrow side. "Oh dear..." the doctor muttered from behind you. It took some maids and security coming over, but eventually they managed to SHOVE you through, minimal damage done to the doorway aside from some cracks and displaced beams. The tiger woman at the counter tried not to look flustered by the whole ordeal that she'd just had to watch for about fifteen minutes, welcoming you and Dr. Hoppler both in. "C-Come on in, hah... Uhm, welcome to the Shady Canopy. Can I get you a cup of anything?" she offered politely.
Sam Jukes
—Sam lets out a few very barely contained moans and gasps as she finally getting shoved through the doors, her hips remaining her truly largest assets, despite her growth of such a magnificent rack. giving a shy wave and a giggle to the maids and security that helped. "Houf h hahh t thanks y you lot, I i a appreciate th the great service. h have a good rest of the d day." now actually in the Shady canopy sam takes a moment to just enjoy the atmosphere and the smell of coffee in the air. "a ah Thank you miss, may I have a Vanilla cream Frappe? and uhm Tanya, what would you like to have?"
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—Still catching her breath, Tanya just gives a polite little smile to the tiger woman. "I-I'll take the same thing, that sounds lovely." she says. The tiger woman's eyes widen. "Tanya...? Doctor Hoppler??? Is that you??" she asks in shock. Tanya's face goes RED and she just gives an awkward laugh and a nod. "O-Oh, yeah... h-hah... l-long time no see, Rachel." she says with the world's most sheepish wave. The tiger rubbed her eyes. "I-I... w-what... happened to you, Doctor?" she finally managed to stammer out. The doctor couldn't make eye contact, just wanting to disappear, tugging awkwardly at her tightsuit. "O-Oh, you know... v-various experiments, t-the usual... t-trying out a new experimental diet supplement. It's... h-hah... n-not... working..." she says with an awkward cough, looking around the decor of the room.
Sam Jukes
—Sam gently lowers her hand to give Tanya a gentle brushing behind the ears at first before placing it on her back in an atempt to sooth her and gives her a wink. "Yeah, uhm Miss Tanya made a slight mistake on a value. An extra zero can do a lot more than it should hhehe." Sam remains close to her, mostly because she does not have much of a choice, but she keeps her smile cheery as she the other bun's back. "Do you two know each other? Because Tanya has been an amazing doctor for me my entire time, hehe."
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Sam, you do a pretty good job of disarming the situation. Tanya nods along to what you say, and Rachel... takes a deep breath, and tries not to freak out about how her friend is suddenly four times as heavy. "O-Oh! Yeah, me and Tanya are old friends. We went to school together, but... well, I didn't stick with the med degree. Clearly." the tiger says, laughing as she holds her paws out to the coffee shop all around her. "So, I decided to come and run this place with my sister. We were operating out of a space station for a while, but... well, when we got invited to cater the Wag-Shin Suite, it seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity! O-Oh! I... can see you're having a bit trouble with navigating the shop. Sorry about that! If you can just... get yourself to any booth that fits comfortably, you can have your pick! I'll get those coffees going!" she says, trying to be as polite as possible. Tanya and the drones slowly bring you over to the roomiest table you can find, and she gives you a hug to your enormous thigh. "Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you trying to talk everything down back there. That was... so awkward." she says with a loving sigh, her face buried in the latex material across your leg, muffling her words a bit.
Sam Jukes
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"Oh its alright, i know i am sort of, unbothered by those who look at me and stuff and awkwardness come hard to me, but some conversations you gotta prepare for beforehand, just takes time and being exposed to it." sam returns to stroking Tanyas back slowly and gently, humming softly as she thinks for a moment, her smile widening. "Well excited to try the frappé here? I tried quite a few of the coffees on offer throughout this whole place but i have not tried here, and with something i am more used to having to cool off and relax."
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Tanya looks up at you with a smile as you pet the rabbit, huffing a bit as she climbs up onto the table just to be at the proper height to plant a kiss on your lips. "You know, usually I wouldn't recommend the amount of sugar those kinds of drinks tend to have, but I feel like you might need a few just to feel the caffeine~!" she teases lovingly, giving you one last kiss on your cheek as Rachel comes over with some coffee, placing them across the table. "So! You two known eachother long?" Rachel chimes with a welcoming smile. "Everyone knows only couples come out for coffee this late." she says with a snicker.
Sam Jukes
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Sam kisses back of course, humming softly as she presses her soft lips against hers, sighing blissfully "Haaah, o oh well for me, it was more for the taste eventually, sure it went to my hips, but i tended to burn it off fast, and i think thst is still the case even now hehe." as Rachel comes over sam offers a smile and a little wave. "Oh i wish, i could of met Tanya earlier, she is amazing and wonderful and absoloutly adorable hehe." a giggle escapes her as she rests a hand on the other buns shoulder. Her left ear flopping down, followed by the right. "An absolute joy to be around you know? We just are out this late due to circumstances."
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Tanya nodded along as you answered the tiger, giving a soft smile. "Y-Yes, she... actually started as a patient of mine. W-Well, technically, she still is, but... you know. We ended up getting a bit closer." she sheepishly admitted, before sipping at her coffee to try and distract from the awkward conversation. Rachel clapped her paws. "That's so cute! I'm glad Tanya finally found herself a rabbit she can get along with. She always butted heads with all the ones back in school." the tiger teased with a snicker. "Well... it's nice to hear that Tanya has someone keeping her company while she's working here at the resort. You two have fuuuuun~." she purrs with a little wink, before disappearing off back to the counter to leave you two alone. Tanya puts her head down in embarrassment. "Sorry about... her." she apologizes, muffled to the table.
Sam Jukes
—"Oh no its allright, sounds like a fun friend to be around, the usual introverted extroverted friend pair with teasing for extra fun?" sam continues her back rubs, keeping it slow and steady, only pausing to take a drink of her own frappé, the icy cold and relatively milked down coffee doing wonders for the mind overheating that was creeping into her again. "Ahh that is some good stuff, . . Here have a hug." placing the iced coffee down sams hands gently hold the other bun in a gentle embrace against her stomach, an ocean of plush luxurious softness hidden under the latex of her tightsuit.
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Sam, you just heard an "-EEP!" escape the rabbit as you pulled her in, the warm-faced bun buried in blubber as you held her tight. "S-Sam! We're... in p-public! What if people get the wrong idea?" she asked, muffled as she was practically buried between the titanic udders on your chest. You even spotted Rachel cover her mouth as she gave an "Awwwwh..." and a giggle as she watched you two.
Tanya let out a girlish giggle at your teasing, fixing her glasses with a smile. "Oh, h-hush! It almost sounds like you're starting to like being this big!" she teases, tickling her paws against the sprawl of blubber that sat before her, trying to tickle your belly through the tightsuit. "Oh! Don't forget, I told you, caffeine isn't going to affect you nearly as much at this size. So... you'll have to see what other coffees are like with your newfound tolerance for it. But... I'm glad you like the taste!" Slowly, she picks up her own, and gives it a thoughtful sip as well. "Hmmm... Agreed! Rachel does some good work. I'd give it an 8.5!" she declared, shooting you a little smile.
Sam Jukes
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The ticklish assault causes Sam to giggle madly, causing an avalanch of jiggling and sloshing to come from her, only for her to get revenge by squeezing her in a hug once again. "Well, i am starting to really see the bright side to being big and soft. Bet you could not tell i am a huggy person even before i became a premium mateess hmmm?" "and yeah i didnt forget, i am also caffeine resistant before well becoming more so haha, it always was about the taste after i hit that horizon wall of coffee resistance. But the taste is the thing that makes it Great." sam is beaming right back at Tanya's smile, unable to contain the soft joy that is just being with her.
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Sam, Tanya just giggles at your weird tendencies. All of your little quirks seemed to be far too cute to the doctor, and she just smiled. She even seemed to be coming out of her shell a bit, eagerly returning the hug, and burying herself in your chest and neck blubber with her arms spread, a soft, content sigh coming from her as she sunk in. "I'm glad I met you, Sam. Even if it did destroy my figure. My little miracle-bunny~." she purred, buried in your fur.
Sam Jukes
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"Good things tends to require some sacrifice right? And hey i cant have alll the softness in this relationship can i?" deep under all the blubber, and further down in her chest she feels warm and happy, one of the main reasons why she even was a virgin for so long was because of her little quirks, making her seem just a bit too odd or a bit to hyperactive, or all around just too much in some cases, but for her to just be accepted like she is, means a lot. Her hands prushing the back of the bun while her arms hold her close, a deep happy sigh escaping her. "Hmm hey Tanya, kinda wanted to ask a few things about you, . . Like what's your favorite plant? Mine is the blue ring sphere cactus."
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Tanya enjoys the hug for just a bit longer before the question registers for her. "Hm? Oh! What an odd question... hmmm... i-in all honesty, I'm quite hopeless with gardening. I can't keep plants alive to save my life. S-So... I suppose I'd have to say something like moss or cactus. Something hard to kill. A... blue ring sphere cactus? What a unique choice! Why that in particular?" she asks, getting cozy as she cuddles up to your neck, as if she just wanted to hear your voice rumble in your chest as you spoke.
Sam Jukes
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"Hmm well its hard to kill because it practically keeps itself alive with no help, and its a cactus species with dull spines. It also reproduces by just dropping a new section off after flowering, and of course its pretty." Sam squeezes her very gently once again, rubbing across her back as she thinks to her self for a moment. "It also makes great herbal tea if you harvest the spines while its spots are blue, never tried it because ielt bad about doung it."
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Tanya lounges on you, kicking her feet behind her, and then giving a giggle as you explain why you'd never made the tea. "You... felt guilty cutting a plant?" she teases with the slightest snicker. "You know most plant species don't have nerves, right?" she adds with a stuck out tongue, poking your nose to mess with you. "I actually never knew about their reproductive methods, though. That's really interesting. Almost like a kind of spore-release style of reproduction."
Sam Jukes
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"I know it's silly but it makes me feel a little guilty about them, they dont have nerves yeah but i think its more the feeling of raising a few of them myself made me weirdly protective of my ones, . . But hey i can give you one of the sproutings later on if you want to give growing some a try." a giggle escapes her again, sticking her tongue right back with a smile. "I guess i did not particularly need the tea either, just a rumour or two about it increasing fertility or something."
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Tanya tilted her head as you spoke, some dots starting to connect. Caring for the plants she raised, fertility.... "Hmmm... Sam... you... seem to have a lot of motherly tendencies. Have you ever considered becoming a mom...? I-I mean, it's in rabbit nature, obviously. I-I-... I'M NOT SAYING WITH ME, PER SE, OBVIOUSLY, B-BUT-" the doctor stammers over her thoughts desperately.
Sam Jukes
—Sam hushes The adorable doctor with a kiss, her own face a deep crimson once again at one of her secrets just being pointed out, far more embarrassed than ashamed. "H hah yeah I kind of wanted to have kids a lot, but i wasn't exactly lucky when it came to it because i i gotta have a partner and all. I know IVF is a thing and i was planning on it but i guess i have just, had doubts about myself that never let me fully commit to it." Sam's eyes face away for a moment but then roam back to Tanya with a soft giggle under her breath. "b but i must admit, . . Having some with you would be really nice."
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—The doctor gave a look of sympathy towards you, clicking her tongue as she hugged you. But as you sloooowly glanced back at her and admitted wanting to have some with her, her face went straight to crimson. "A... l-litter of our own...? G-Gosh... I... never thought of myself as the motherly type, but..." her voice trails off, and she slowly turns her gaze to you. "Let's... see how things go between us. Maybe... I'll be ready. If it's with somebody like you." she says softly, reaching down to intertwine fingers with your chubby paw.
Sam Jukes
—"o oh I did not mean as soon a possible h haha, I I may be a bit fast in quite a few things b but as m much as I would love to have a litter, its not something you do without planning and preparing for o of course." she leans her head to the side a bit, ears flopping remaining flopped against the back of her head as she lifts her paw to entwine with her own, giving a gentle squeeze in return. her smile perking back up slowly. "a and w well, you are really warm, and kind, and nice, and lovely.."
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—The doctor's smile grew with a giggle as you showered her in compliments, until she just cut you off with another kiss. "Come on. Let's get you a coffee to go, and get you back to your suite. After the day you've had, I think you've earned a little rest." Then, she moves her wrist to yours, and you hear a beep! between both of your implants.
"Here's my number. Make sure to call me tomorrow... okay, Sam?" she says softly, giving you another kiss. As promised, she takes you to Rachel to grab a coffee for the road, the doctor bright red as Rachel teases you two for being 'the absolute cutiest-patootiest couple in the whole galaxy', and finally hands over the order. Getting back to the suite wasn't... the easiest. But, after almost an hour's journey, you were finally assisted out of the elevator, and with the help of Tanya and the drones, found yourself at the door to your room at last.
"Huff... huff... w-well... here we are!" the doctor finally declared with a laugh. "I, uhm... I hope your treatment was acceptable, Miss Jukes. And... I'd love to hear from you soon, if that's alright..." the bunny awkwardly said, shifting her paws nervously under her.
Sam Jukes
—"Mnf, . .mm" the sudden kiss really gets her to quiet down and get the blush right back on her face smile however not remotely dropping. giving a nod to the coffee to go and another when they share numbers. "I'll be sure to call dont you tomorrow, any good times to recommend for a call? I will though send a text when I wake up." *Sams own face finally gets a tinge of red before she is rolled out of the Shady canopy, the teasing from Rachel managing to break through and causing her to giggle.
Another journey taken and Sam looks and sounds like she is starting to get used to her new regular movement of getting rolled around, or she is just getting better at suppressing the moans from when her sensitive chest presses against the ground now and then, causing quite the noisy sloshing. "hauh Hunhn hough a ah s so we are, houh h ha ahmn. Thank you Doctor Hoppler, your treatment was above and beyond and I would love to hear and meet up with you sooner rather than later." She lets out a heavy huff and reaches down to give her hand a gentle squeeze. soft and loving smile on her face "and see you tomorrow Tanya."
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—Tanya bounces on her heels a bit at the way you say her name, and smiles. She leans up for one last kiss. "See you tomorrow, Sam~... Call me whenever. I'll be sure to always make time for you." she promises, before... with a decent bit of struggle, helping you slowly spill through even the wide doorway of the suite room. Quite. The. Day.
Sam Jukes
—She leans right back down to kiss right back, keeping it soft and sweet before pulling away. "see you tomorrow Tanya~ and I promise i am gonna call, take care and have a lovely night." Sam gives a cheeky look before she is pushed through the doorframe, with a lot of sloshing and wobbles as her hips finally pass the threshold completely with a groan. Quite the day indeed.
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—Back in the Medbay…
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Unaware of what was going on in the waking world... Margot's food drunk brain drifted to memories... to her as a young girl at Hogsworth Academy, learning about the Great Expanding. The teacher had put on a holo showing just how far their kin had fallen during this time, with the intention of course to warn and display why not to fall to this path... however young Margot just stared at the hedonistic hogs with admiration... they looked so happy as they gave into their appetites and indulged, how could it be so bad? Her mother of course was furious when she expressed this to her out of curiosity, making a formal complaint that the teacher hadn't expressed enough how bad it was... thankfully the matter was forgotten and became just another thing Margot repressed...
Her mind drifted to all the times she had skirted with indulgence... to the fact she kind of made it her brand... all while still holding herself back... the guilt she had drilled into her always rising after a huge meal... fleeting visions as she lay on the hospital bed in a deep food coma…
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—Margot, you were deep in this sleep. To the point where most animals would consider this a hibernation, after a point. It was... surreal. Lucid. It felt like you could... reach out and touch the holo-screen that played the history videos on it. You'd always had such a fetish for the Great Expanding. You always tried to hide it, but fuck, you always agreed with the animals that people called 'degenerates' for wanting to experience what it was like back then. Even just existing in your own dreams... you were drooling at the thought. Unconsciously, in the medbay bed, your hand struggled to reach out, your chubby arm trying so hard to reach past yourself to go between your enormous thighs, your sex feeling so hot and desperate for indulgence that, even in sleep, you subconsciously were trying to give in to its demands. If you could... just... reach... a little... further! "-Ms. Snackenhoffer? Ms. Snackenhoffer...?" You gasped, the voice finally cutting through your dreams. You yelped, awaking to a white-lit room that made you squint your eyes. With red across your cheeks, you realized just how much you were spreading your legs as much as you could, trying to reach down under your belly.
And then... you saw yourself in the bedside mirror... Dear god... what had happened to you? You were fucking enormous, your hips spilling out to either side and BURYING this medical bed, your ass pouring out behind you in two hills of blubber, your belly absolutely demanding most of your poor figure with the SPILL of blubber that it had become, and your tits resting so massive atop it that you were struggling to even see past yourself. Covered in sweat... covered in sweet, sugary stains... and completely naked. What the fuck had happened...? There was a small mouse doctor by your bedside. He was red in the face as he looked over you, trying not to stare, holding up the holo-screen to block his view. Plus, the wild look in your eyes seemed to startle him a bit. "I-Is... everything alright, Ma'am?" he asked sheepishly.
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A variety of emotions and thoughts flooded through Margot's mind as she woke again, ranging from shock, fear and anger as the memories of the donut shop and what those bitches did to her and the sight of her body in the mirror... but also childlike joy and burning arousal as she thought about how great it felt to be stuffed like that and how glorious her bigger reflection looked... "What the... oooofff... where am I... what happened..." She brought her attention to the small figure by her bedside... "Who are you..."
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The doctor ducked his head down as anger showed clearly on your face... and then calmed a bit as you just looked... confused. "I-I'm... the doctor who will be looking after you. You're currently in the medbay, Miss Snackenhoffer. My name is Doctor Revlin." the mouse said professionally, adjusting his oversized spectacles as he looked over your case. "From what I'm reading, Margot, it seems you experienced a great deal of indigestion and fatigue caused from extreme excess calorie intake, overfilled intestines, and... quite a bit of rapid fat buildup. How... are you feeling? Are you able to catch your breath?" he asks finally, looking up at you... once again, quickly looking away as he realizes he can barely make eye contact past your exposed chest.
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The warring emotions hit her hard again... the sudden shock of being told she was in the medbay, obviously because she had been stuffed full to the point that she required medical attention, the restrictions her society had forced upon her, reinforced by her mother and any other important person in her life so far... it clashed with the tingling sensation of pleasure running through her, which was certainly stronger in some areas than it was in others... "Yes... yes... I can breathe..." She replies, struggling to see Dr. Revlin over the straining swell of her belly... "I'm... feeling... a lot of things... honestly..." She panted, her emotions flaring in a hot tangled mess... "I'm quite... hot..."
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The doctor tried not to seem to flustered with how... breathless and whimpering your voice was. He just nodded, trying to keep as professional as he could. "I-I... see. Well, let's get these blankets off you, and get you some ice water. Luckily, pig's bodies are excellent at holding fat, but even still, it doesn't surprise me that you're feeling overheated. Pigs aren't exactly built to store fat for the winter like bears are." he warned, realizing how... offensive that may have come across. "Er-... s-sorry, you know what I meant. J-Just... your current condition..." he trails off awkwardly, quickly hurrying off to go fetch that ice water, and bringing it over to you as your bed slowly reclined back to let you lay back a bit... the weight and pressure of your own body finally starting to feel a bit more manageable.
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Margot huffs indignantly at his comment, "And how... would you know how well pigs... store fat... hmm..." The memories that had visited her just moments ago still strong in her mind, "From what I learnt... bears store fat for survival... pigs just naturally do it... because they can..."
She hoped this had come across as a good point but now she had said it... it didn't sound very smart... As soon as the ice water was in reach Margot grabbed it and gulped it down, enjoying the soothing sensation of cool water flowing down her dry throat... she was well familiar how much a dozen donuts effected her... she had indulged in well more than a dozen... Forced to eat more than a dozen... a voice in her head corrects... "Well Doctor... tell me... what's the damage look like?" She asks after she puts down the now empty jug...
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The doctor's voice trails off as you indignantly interrupt him, his face red and eyes wide, hiding behind that tablet again. But as you finish speaking, he just nods along, handing over the water. "W-Well... yes. I-I... I assure you, Margot, I'm an adept in Prey physiology. You're in good hands. You're actually quite lucky. If pigs weren't so good at storing fat, there might've been a lot more harm done in... well, whatever it was that happened to you." he says, skimming over your file. As you ask about the damage, he takes a deep breath, as if he was hesitant to even say it outright.
"W-Well... you're... p-probably not going to be happy about it. We've taken your weight, and it came out to 1,334.4 lbs. You're... well past the point of obesity for a female pig your height and age. Ahem... There's... quite a bit of irreversible damage that's been done to your figure. Even your skeletal structure has widened out to accommodate the fat buildup. Even if you hit the gym like your life depended on it, it'd be unlikely you'd ever return back to your original figure." As the young, sheepish doctor matter-of-factly went over the diagnosis, he glanced up at you, trying not to let his face go red again. "From what I understand, you were found in one of the restaurants here in the resort. Your stomach contents are composed of 99.8% pancake mix and pastry contents. I'm... assuming you had quite the breakfast, Miss Snackenhoffer..." he awkwardly guessed.
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"That's right... any other species would have been in way... mmmppphh... more trouble..." Margot says with a smug grin, now under the impression she had made a good point to someone who had a medical degree... As the doctor told her about her new weight and the effects caused by it she went through a storm of emotions, if it was measurable it would be a category 5 hurricane for sure... the strangest moment was his last comment, "It'd be unlikely you'd ever return back to your original figure."
It filled her with both fear, that her career, everything she had worked for might be in jeopardy... but it also gave her a feeling of acceptance, because deep down, she didn't want to return to her original figure... which gave her a feeling of deep contentment... her inner child giggling happily at the thought of being able to be like the pigs during the Expanding... "Yes... I think I was the victim of... certain girls... Ooooohhhh... thought was a funny prank... against a bigger star... than any of them ever will be..." She swallowed and caught her breath, shifting herself in place, "What I really meant... by what the damage is... is how do I look... Doctor..." She let out a small sigh of arousal, "Am I still... beautiful..?"
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The doctor sat patiently through the... emotional turmoil he could see spelled on your face. But that last question rattles him, his eyes going wide with the arousal that dripped from your voice. He shook in place, looking up nervously at you. "W-What...? Y-You... I-I mean... y-you're... c-clearly... y-you...." he stammered under his breath, before being bluntly interrupted. "I'd say so. Gotta love a pig with some bounce to the ounce." a far more confident voice chimed in. Trying to look past yourself, you heard the automatic door shut behind what looked to be a small bluejay woman, in some sort of security or investigator uniform. Dr. Revlin stammered in place, before whirling towards her in annoyance.
"Ms. Songwell, PLEASE! My patients are not your concern!" The bluejay strutted in, rolling her eyes as she leaned against the fabricator machine. "Actually, doctor, they are when their condition is brought about by a 'prank'. Could you give me a moment with our patient here?" The mouse stammered, but... he couldn't argue. He was out-authoritied here. With a huff, he storms off towards the door. "You have five minutes!" he called in annoyance. With him gone, the tiny bluebird hopped up onto the massive medbay bed beside you, kicking back, and looking over. "Sup?" she said with a wink.
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Margot waited with baited breath, for Dr. Revlin to answer her question... only to have her hopes dashed... cock-blocked, or more appropriately, clam-jammed... although the bluejay's comment did give her a little jolt of joy, despite how crass it was. Margot looked at the security officer and grimaced at her very casual and unprofessional way of talking, "Hello there... I assume you are going to do everything... in your power... to apprehend the girls who did this... to me..."
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The little bluebird nodded along, crossing her legs, and lounging back in the bed. "Oh, yeah. Big time. Full-scale investigation. Got my best guys on it. All that. The works." she said casually with a yawn, before, finally, glancing over and tipping her sunglasses down with a growing smile. "Okay, come on, let's cut the bullshit. You did this to yourself, right~? she says, a bit of mischief playing in her voice as she hopped down from the bed, circling you where you laid and getting a good, long look at you, up and down, even whistling once or twice as she saw just how extensive the damages were.
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Despite the warring emotions she was feeling over her current situation, there was no way she was going to simply accept such a flagrant accusation... even if deep down she had really enjoyed what had happened... "Now you listen... here..!" Margot blustered, drawing on her best voice of indignation, "If you watch any CCTV footage... you'll clearly see I was forced... to eat as much... as I did!" She thought that was enough but no... she was feeling vulnerable right now... she was feeling hot again... and some indigestion had risen up, burning in her chest... "What... uuurrpphh... you assume because... I'm a pig... and a BBW..." Well... used to be... well beyond that classification now... "That I can't... mmmmnnngg... control what I eat..?" She stares icily at the officer, "How dare... you... Ooooohhhh..."
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Margot... you started to form your argument, trying to sit up in the bed, just to... oh God…
You felt your insides lurch and churn. Sweat was running down you as your body heated up. It's as if you were getting so worked up that your body was rising in temperature alongside it. You groaned, reaching to hold the sides of your stomach, and you watched it visibly swell an inch... growing taut, tight, and round... As the pressure built, you moaned and squirmed in the bed, the size of your stomach making you lay back down as you huffed. You felt like you were swelling like a hot air balloon. All that sudden movement must have stirred up all the gas that was trapped inside you. As the bluebird waltzed around you, watching what was happening... she just gave a small smile.
As you struggled to get a word out through the building gas, you were forced to watch as the bluebird casually hopped onto the doctor's seat, humming as she turned the fabricator on. Within a few seconds, it slowly started printing out some large sheets of... body-tape? Your eyes went wide as you watch the bird approach you. Stretching out the sheets of it, you gasped as you felt her put the sheets of body tape right over each hole between your legs, and then, before you could even yelp, she put another one right over your mouth. "There we go~! All sealed up. Now, that gas isn't going anywhere until you let me speak." she said with an annoyed huff.
"I'm an officer of the Dominion Order Enforcement, capiche? I've dealt with cases like this before. A Prey animal cuts a little too loose, and suddenly they claim they're seeing goblins and ghouls or something that made 'em do it. But I need real details about what happened. So if you're just wasting my time with an excuse for going a little overboard on a sunny getaway vacation, we're gonna have problems, alright Miss Piggy?" the officer monologued... all the while you felt yourself swelling like a balloon with hot air.
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This was most certainly a sensation she had not anticipated or expected... just what was going on with her body right now! Without a doubt, shock was the first and strongest emotion on her mind... although... deep down there was some arousal as she felt the gas start to build…
"Mmmmmmppph... mmmnnnnggg... MMMPPPHHHH!" Was the most Margot could manage to do with the tape over her mouth...
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Your hooves wriggled as you swelled. Your limbs started to spread uselessly, barely able to move at your sides, as the rest of your body completely ballooned... almost making you look completely round as your fat body inched outward and outward like a swelling beachball of pure heat. Your skin was turning red.
You were sweating. All you could give was a muffled whimper as the bluebird hopped up on the bed with a smug smirk. "You ready to be nice to be now?" she said in a whisper. As you gave nothing but a whimper as a reply, she slowly reached forward, and peeled off the-
"BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRP!"
You visibly deflated a few inches as the loudest, most room-shaking burp of your life poured out of you. The bird hit the back wall, her body practically ragdolling from the sheer force of the hot blast in her face. The desk and fabricator literally rattled from the pressure in the air. You just laid back, groaning and whining from the intense pressure, the relief leaving you gasping for air desperately. You heard groaning in the corner as the small bird slowly started to peel herself off the floor.
"O-Okay... I guess I should've seen that one coming..." she huffed, limping back to your bed. "Now, what I was trying to say. I know who you are, Margot. I'm not a caveman, I've been on the internet. Pigstagram model that started a downward spiral once she got a bit too big for the camera lens? Yeah... that's got 'cut loose final vacation' written all over it. So, are we sure that this is all to do from some pranksters~?" she teased as she reached out, patting the sheer blubber of your stomach that spilled out over you.
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The relief as the built up gas left her was amazing... but she would have been lying if she wasn't still feeling pain and discomfort... Another emotion showed itself, one she hadn't felt since she was a young girl and defied the will of her mother, fear. at the height of her fame, Margot feared no one, knowing her status could get her whatever she wanted... and that had continued, right up until now... this wasn't going to be as easy a situation as getting out of a citation, Ms. Songwell meant business…
"I'm... sorry... oooouuuff... about before... I'm just a little... uuuurrrrppp... emotional right now..." Margot wasn't above acting like someone else had the upper hand... "But I wasn't... lying... as I mentioned... oouurghh... if you check the security footage... mmmnnnggg... you'll see I wasn't alone..."
She let out a pained groan, "If that's all... uuuurrghhh... I'd like... the Doctor back... mmmnnnggg... please..."
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—The bluebird watched with narrowed eyes at the curious display. Seemed like the more worked up and emotional the pig got, the gassier she became. She didn't bother mentioning about that though. She just sighed. "Alright, fine. Doesn't exactly seem like you're bluffing. We've already checked the security footage. Five pigs were with you, all of them guests at the resort currently. Only reason it's hard to believe they 'forced you to indulge'... is this." She scrolled through the doctor's holo-tablet until she found what she was looking for. An online headline.
"Former Pigstagram Superstar Sensation Turned Fat BLIMP!" It had millions of views. Hundreds of thousands of comments. Pictures of you walking gleefully alongside the five girls, laughing and answering questions... followed by pictures of you in the bakery, surrounded by concerned on-lookers as you filled the booth, your head back in a moan with a pig between your legs as you ate, indulged, and drowned in bliss... and then the final pictures... an immobilized, beached Margot... her hooves not even touching the floor as a crowd stared in shock, the icing-covered blimp barely able to gurgle and moan, let alone speak.
"Margot Snackenhoffer, former Pigstagram sensation and budding star, has FINALLY been spotted after a year's hiatus from her on-screen career! Rumours of her visiting the Wag-Shin Suite have been confirmed, but it goes MUCH deeper than that! If you think these first pictures are shocking... just WAIT until you see what she looks like in the next slides! While Margot was known for battling with her indulgent tendencies in the past, NEVER have you seen her like this!
She was initially spotted alongside several new friends of hers, laughing and talking as they walked across the resort. However, later images show her friends watching in DISBELIEF as she indulges her gluttony to absurd proportions! You can even see them trying to climb atop her and talk some sense into her, BEGGING her to stop before it's too late! In this image, you can even see her friends attempting to distract her with other indulgences just to get her to stop her caloric catastrophe! If you have a weak stomach, be wary of these final images, loyal readers! As you can see, Margot has turned into a blimped parody of the superstar we once knew!
While we're very unlikely to be seeing Margot return to the big screen any time soon, every animal must be wondering... are these photos edited? How can one pig... get so big? More answers to these burning questions, next week! Until then, everyone!
-Oinkley & Oinkley"
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"Well... I suppose I... oooourrggghhh... got a little... mmnnngg... carried away..." She replied sheepishly, feeling the same way she felt when her mother would find her after a snack binge and scold her... As Officer Songwell read out the article Margot's mood got lower and lower... she felt betrayed, furious at Jessica but also herself for trusting the girls... she should have known better. As the article went on, fear joined in... fear and shame... there was no doubt about it, her career was over... no amount of body positivity movement would help her recover from this…
Rage burned at the obvious lies that had been written... those girls where encouraging her, not trying to stop her... if they had tried she would have stopped... right... Tears where welling in her eyes as the bluejay went on and on... both from the article but also from the growing heartburn and indigestion... she was feeling really hot, skin glistening with sweat... she looked about, hoping to find some kind of call button for the doctor as clearly this sadistic rent-a-cop had no interest in helping her...
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Gloorrrrrp...chuuuurrrrrrn....
The bubbling that came from you slowly filled the room as you swelled with indigestion little by little the more worked up you got. In practically a dramatic wail, you called out for the doctor, who came skittering back in immediately. "Miss Songwell, have you been upsetting my patient?!" he huffed as he came in, seeing the... worked up state of you.
"A-And... what is that on her-...?" he trailed off, face red as he glanced between your legs. The bird rolled her eyes, tossing him the tablet. "Listen, piggy, I'm on your side here. If you don't want my help, I don't need to offer it. I can let you get back to your little check-up, doc." she said, stretching, putting her sunglasses back on, and heading for the door with a little strut. "Laters, you two." she said with a peace sign. Doctor Revlin took a deep breath, and sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the bird, before looking back to you. "Er-... Margot, is everything alright? Hopefully that... wasn't too straining on you." he said softly, going through the tablet, trying not to look wide-eyed at the article.
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"Ooouuurrrgghhh... Doctor... I'm... mmmmnnnggg... it hurts..." Margot holds her hands as best as she can against her swollen belly…
"Help..." She whimpers... tears still in her eyes...
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The doctor scrambles, dropping the holo-tablet and running to your bedside, looking up at the looming shadow of your stomach as it swells.
"O-Oh... d-dear... Uhm... M-Miss... Snackenhoffer, it seems you've got a unique condition that causes gas buildup the further you strain yourself mentally. You... You need to calm down, Margot! Your emotions are all over the place, and it's causing a physical reaction in your body!" he explains, frantically looking you up and down, and fumbling to grab the glass of ice water and just... awkwardly press it to the side of your belly, trying desperately to cool down the hot air balloon before him.
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With a look of complete terror on her face and tears in her eyes Margot looks to the diminutive doctor and shouts, "Well... mmmnnnggg... what are you... doing... aaahhhnnn... fix it..!"
However... the sudden outburst was the last straw for the emotional turmoil swirling within her... now she had started venting, she couldn't help it... "A-a-and... hhhnnnggghhh... how do you... expect me... uuurrrppphhh... expect me... to CALM DOWN..." Tears began to run freely now, her body continued to swell and bloat, "I'M... gggggrrrrrbbblll... RUINED!" She wailed, breaking down into full hysterics...
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Dr. Revlin looked terrified. He had no idea what to say... just... slowly stepping back as you swelled, and rumbled... like a ticking timebomb of heat and gas slowly swelling on the bed.
"M-Ma'am, please! Th-The only way to get the situation under control is by getting you to c-calm down!!" he practically pleaded with you, looking around for a solution, holding an icecube to your belly. "D-Deep breaths, M-Miss Snackenhoffer! I-It's... really not as bad as you think!" he lied desperately, hoping it might help calm the situation down.
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"CALM... DOWN!" Margot bawled, the normally composed and cool demeanor she displayed was completely gone, replaced with a broken and emotionally unstable woman…
"HOW... aaahhhnnn... CAN I... mmmmmnnnggg... MY LIFE... IS OVER..." She wailed, bawled and sobbed, "AND... I'VE ONLY GOT... oooouuuuggghhh... MYSELF TO BLAME!"
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You were hyperventilating. You were squealing. You were sweating like... well, a pig. And Dr. Revlin... was not doing much to help. The ice cube melted in his hand, and he started PANICKING. He stopped even trying to talk you through your emotions after a little while, and just started yelping in fear himself as you swelled with hot air. With his last idea... he rushed over to the terminal, making a call. Dr. Hoppler... NO ANSWER!? OH, COME ON! He thought for a moment, snapping his fingers with an idea.
Dr. Purrsifrost.... "Ah! There you are, Doctor!" he cried in relief as she answered the call. "I know you're not with the resort's staff, but I could REALLY use your yelp in the medbay right about now!" he cried desperately. After a few minutes of pig-swelling panic, the automatic door opened, an annoyed, pantsless snow leopard storming in.
"Ah! Doctor Purrsifrost! You're-" Dr. Revlin stammered. "Yeah, I was in the middle of something. So this better be good-"_ the snow leopard growled at him, before her eyes went wide as she entered the room and saw what was ahead of her. She quickly took the holo-tablet from Dr. Revlin, and approached. "Ma'am? Are you alright? Can you hear me? I need you to breathe. What's your name, Ma'am?" the snow leopard quickly asked, the professionality entering her voice as she walked around you to assess the situation, pantsless or not.
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Margot wailed, "OH... hhhmmmppph... WHO ARE YOU... mmmmnnngggghh... COME TO GAWK... oooouuuuggghhh... AT THE FALLEN STAR!"
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Margot... the more you swelled, the more you were starting to resemble a giant, pink beachball with bloated, helpless limbs wriggling around her.
Your belly went taut and red with strain, and you whined out for help. You gasped as you felt the snow leopard pull the body tape off your sex and ass... but this time, the pressure still didn't come out.
Dr. Purrsifrost looked over the tablet, and tossed it aside once she got a good look at Margot's file. "She's got an extreme gas build up that's completely clogged from stress and can't relieve itself. We'll need to relieve it manually." she says matter-of-factly. Dr. Revlin just... looked up at her.
"A-And... how do you expect us to-" He didn't even get the words out. In a motion, the snow leopard popped the brush off of a back-scrubbing brush, and took the body tape, strapping the mouse doctor to the handle, and flicking his glasses off. "I need you to help the patient hands-on, doctor." Dr. Purrsifrost said plainly.
"MNNFH?!" the wrapped-up mouse cried. Slowly, the snow leopard steadied herself at the foot of the bed, and parted your legs, bracing herself against your swollen underbelly as she put the edge of the mouse-brush between your thighs. "A-Alright, Miss Snackenhoffer... you're going to feel a tight sensation for a moment, but it should cause a great deal of relief. Just try to breathe for me..." she said carefully...
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"BREATHE... mmmnnngg... I AM BRE... OOOOOOAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHH..." Margot was cut off by the sudden tight sensation she was warned of... followed by pure, tingling, ecstatic pleasure…
Although she hadn't and would never tell anyone, she had been going through a dry spell recently, ever since her breakup with Justin Timberlinks... sure she was able to look after herself but it wasn't the same. Not to mention, one of the underlying reasons for her current emotional turmoil was the fact that despite how upset she was, knowing she was officially done... she was still very much aroused by the memories of gorging herself and being fed to being beyond stuffed... hell, there was some sense of relief deep within her that now it was out there she might finally be able to just give in and live how she wanted... If only she wasn't also filled with the dread of what she would do for a living... the negative thoughts swirling back... Only to be banished by a wave of orgasmic pleasure... "OOOOOOHHHHH... FUUUUCCCCKK... YEEESSSSSS..."
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In... out... in... out.... Dr. Revlin gave muffled cries, his eyes rolling as his whole body was slicked with pig excitement, completely warm and sticky. Margot, you were practically shaking on the bed, hanging on the edge and waiting to be finished.
"HMMNFH-!" In a single motion, you felt the mouse doctor stuffed up your ass head-first, your guts CHURNING as you felt the snow leopard lean down, spreading her stance, holding the fat of your thighs apart, and moving her face down to between your legs.
"Alright, big girl... deep breaths..." she said in a soothing voice, before diving her head down, her hot tongue suddenly filling you as you felt it press against your nerves, your entire body rolling in waves of pleasure as each lick made it feel like she was untangling you from the inside out... relief slowly starting to replace the intense, burning pressure as you felt yourself pushed over the edge, your hooves shaking as you cried out.
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"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" The sensation of pleasure had replaced all other emotions running through her mind... "MMMMMMMMMMNNNNNGGGGG!"
The feeling of Dr. Purrsifrost's tongue delving into her swollen sex combined with the squirms of Dr. Revlin being slid in and out of her ass where driving her insane with pleasure... As her climax built, brief memories flickered through her mind... moments where she had indulged herself and gave into her gluttony... and the tingle of arousal it brought to her... even though it should be negative, the memory of the five girls feeding her, touching her... she was so aroused... in fact, if only she could have someone feeding her right now…
"AAAAAAHHHHH... MMMMNNNGG... AAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNN!" Margot squealed loud, her entire body quivering and shaking in climax...
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While it wasn't... the most ladylike solution, the building climax made you feel like you were SWELLING... tighter... tighter... until…
Boom, the bomb finally erupted. Hot gas exploded from every end of you at once as you reached the height of climax, a squeal of pleasure being pulled from you that sounded as if opera tryouts were being held in this very medbay.
Dr. Revlin shot from your ass, laying in a sweat-covered slump on the floor for a moment as he groaned and gathered his bearings. Even Dr. Purrsifrost almost fell backwards, the hot air that burst from between your legs blowing her fur back as her mouth was shot from your sex from sheer pressure. The release of gas lasted a few seconds... before you finally laid back in your bed... that feeling of tautness finally relieved for the time being... your stomach actually feeling like you could drink a glass of water without splitting at the seams finally.
Dr. Purrsifrost caught her breath for a moment, before slowly standing back up, fixing her fur, and holding your wrist to feel your pulse. "Are you alright, Miss Snackenhoffer? Feeling... a bit more like yourself again?" she asked softly.
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Margot lay there... panting, a joyous smile plastered on her fat face... the occasional twitch as an aftershock orgasm rippled through her... the emotional storm in her mind finally dying down... "Ahhn... Yes... yes... huff huff much better... the pain has gone..." She looks over which half closed eyes, "Ahhh... who are you again... what happened... haaaahhhh... to the little doctor..."
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Dr. Purrsifrost glances behind her at the mention of the doctor, slowly... sliding Dr. Revlin across the floor with her paw behind the other bed. "He was... just getting washed up after your treatment." she said with a smile, before picking up the tablet again, glancing over your file.
"And my name is Dr. Lumi Purrsifrost. Technically, I'm not really on duty at this resort, but... well, I help where I can." she says with a small smile. "You're... Margot Snackenhoffer? The one from Pigstagram and those Diet Microwave Meal commercials, right?"
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Margot sighed before composing herself... "Thank you... I can call you Lumi, right..." She shifts her mass gently, "And yes... I am the Margot Snackenhoffer... in the flesh... more than ever..." She gives out a soft chuckle as she looks down at the curves of her body, "I doubt those microwave meals can fix... my career now..." She smiles at Lumi, "Between you and me... they tasted awful anyway..."
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The leopard nods along to the shortened name, and gives a sympathetic look as you mention the end of your career. Though, she smiles at the admition of the meals' taste. "And, to be perfectly honest, they weren't even that healthy, either. I suspect that a lot of trans fats were put in there when it was flash-frozen." she says with only a half-joking laugh.
"Though, if I may be so bold, I don't think it's as hopeless as you think, Miss Snackenhoffer. I actually offer services as a health and weight loss professional and physician. I think I could probably help you get back into a shape that would let everyone know the real Margot Snackenhoffer is back... if you'd like, of course." the snow leopard offered. It was... certainly a strange ordeal. You wouldn't expect a 'health and weight loss professional' to be so curvy... or pantsless. But, who were you to talk?
Margot Snackenhoffer
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Margot chuckled a bit more enthusiastically, "In truth the meals were a complete sham... nothing healthy about them at all..." She sighed... "Not one of my... proudest endorsements... but it was one of the few jobs I was able to get... when I grew into BBW status..."
Margot looked thoughtful as Lumi offered her services and maybe before she might have jumped at the chance... but her recent thoughts made her hesitate... "You know... I'll think about it..." She sighed, "I've got to face facts... I'm not as young as I used to be..."
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Lumi just snickered. "Honestly, I always found it quite nice that you were encouraging healthier behaviour even for bigger women. Indulgence, with balance. It was a smart slogan." she said, shooting you a little quick wink. "Well, if you'd like to think it over, maybe we could discuss it over breakfast tomorrow?" she said matter-of-factly, holding up the augment in her wrist to exchange numbers. "I mean, you know, not to be forward.
But it's not every day you get to make the Margot Snackenhoffer cum her brains out all over the sheets of a medbay bed." she joked, this time giving you a cheeky smile as she flicked her tail.
Margot Snackenhoffer
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"Well... I certainly tried to anyway..." Margot replied with a slightly sheepish smile, "I've certainly had those... that have fought against what I stand for..." She chuckles, "Plus... I'm not the greatest role model... I often lean towards the indulge side of the fence..."
She nods, "Sure... sounds like a plan... assuming the doctor clears me to leave..." She looks around for the other doctor, wondering what was taking him so long to get clean... before Lumi's comment causes her to blush bright red... "Ah yes... thank you again for that... it really helped..." She giggled softly...
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Lumi smiled at that. "Nothing wrong with knowing when to indulge~." she purred, another flick of her tail. And, on that note, as you thanked her, she slowly slid her paw up from your hoof all the way up your fat, hefty leg, letting her fingertips press into the plump fat. "Well, you know, they say that sort of thing is great exercise~...
Maybe we could make it a... 'recurring check-up'~." she flirted with a smile, before glancing behind her. "Oh, right... the doctor's clearance. Revlin... she good to leave?" the snow leopard called over her shoulder. "HHhhhhhHhhhh..." "He says yeah." she says with a smile. "Why don't we get you a custom-fit stretch suit so that way we don't have to send you back naked. And then... I could walk you back to your suite if you'd like?"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot quivered as Lumi slid her hand up her leg, the feeling and attention welcome... "Well... I could certainly be... convinced... if the exercise is that... enjoyable..." The strained groan from somewhere in the room caused her to look around in confusion…
"Wait... shouldn't he look me over..." Before Lumi waved her hand and kept the process going... "Well... I certainly don't want to walk around nude... are these stretch suits fashionable?"
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Lumi just smiled at the concern over fashion, and you barely even noticed she'd started rubbing your leg in a gentle, teasing circle as she smiled at you. "I'll try to whip you up something really chic. Can't let the Margot Snackenhoffer walk around in just anything~." she purred with amusement in her voice. "Got a favourite colour~?"
Margot Snackenhoffer
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"It's been a... long time... since I went out in public in anything less than a designer brand..." She chuckles haughtily, her attitude and mood starting to return... it had been a wild day and there was much to unpack... but she was finally feeling a bit more like her old self, well, almost triple her old self... but her old self all the same... "Hmmm... how about Violet with accents of Periwinkle and cream... if that isn't too hard to make of course..."
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—Lumi just... stares at you for a moment, before snorting, giggling as she goes over to the fabricator. "Why don't I see what I can do~?" Luckily, it was a good while before Lumi got your suit juuuust right. It took about ten tries, to be exact. Which gave you enough time to sit back, relax, and digest, trying to hype yourself up to actually being ready to try and waddle all the way back to the suite. It took... even longer than last time to get dressed.
You were PACKED into the stretchsuit, the zipper finally going up with a snap that made you gasp. "There we go! huff... huff... O-Okay. We're all set." Lumi finally announced, wiping the sweat from her brow, letting you turn around in the skintight suit and see the mirror. You even feel her smack your ass as you turn around, smiling at you in the mirror. "Not looking bad at all~." she purrs to you with a little smile.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—It was one hell of an effort to squeeze herself into the suit... a job which requires a generous amount of assistance from Lumi... but she was finally in... and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she had to admit the suit didn't look half bad... sure, it wasn't a designer piece, but it would do... Margot let out a gasp as her voluminous backside was slapped... this 'Doctor' was certainly very handsy... but she certainly wasn't going to scold such positive attention... "Yes... not bad at all... although I think my modelling days are over..." She chuckles as she looks herself over... damn, she was FAT... and as she caught her eyes in the reflection she blushed as the thought passed through her mind... that it looks and feels magnificent!
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—As you drank in the reflection you saw in the mirror, Lumi just bit her lip as she looked over you herself. For a health professional, she was practically drooling over you like a Predator with their next meal. You gasped a bit as you felt her paw exploring every curve and inch behind you almost as your eyes traveled across your own body. Before, finally, it settled on your shelf of an ass and led you to the door.
"Come on. Let's get you back to your own bed so you can get a bit of rest. Don't want you late for tomorrow~" she said teasingly, leading you towards the hall.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—It feels a little odd, but Margot gladly accepts the help, still not quite used to all the new weight she was carrying. "Yes... I could use a proper rest... today has been wild!" She chuckles, "Thank you again... I don't know what I would have done... had you not shown up when you did..." As they pass some security, she thinks she should find Officer Songwell and apologise tomorrow... her mind drifting back to the small doctor, "Promise me you'll give my thanks... to Dr. Revlin... he seemed very nice... just really nervous..." By the time they arrived back at her teams suite, Margot was huffing and sweating a bit, they effort of carrying the excess weight was giving her quite the workout... "Well... I'll see you tomorrow then... shall I meet you somewhere, or will you meet me here?"
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—Lumi smiles as you both walk down the hall... well, one of you was mostly waddling. "Don't mention it. Just glad I could help. And... I'll make sure to pass along your thanks to Dr. Revlin. Sorry about him being... a bit out of commission back there. He should be here in the medbay most days if you ever want to drop by for a check-up." she assures you, before getting the elevator door for you.
The walk to the suite was a workout, but eventually, you finally arrived. Though, as Lumi glanced at the 'Team 4' on the door, you noticed her seeming a bit... nervous, all of a sudden. She quickly threw a smile back on as you asked about the meetup. "How about at the buffet wing? What better place for breakfast, right?" she asked with a wink.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Sounds like an excellent plan..." She waddles to the door, "I'll see you there... let's say around 9... goodnight... and thank you..." With that she goes through the door, her wide hips and sides brushing the doorways edge…
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—Lumi nods along. "Sounds like a plan then. Have a lovely night, Miss Snackenhoffer." The snow leopard gives a wave as you disappear into the suite... a little bit of trouble with squeezing the hips through... but eventually, finally, you were back in the suite, that enormous bed practically calling out to you after such a long day.
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Back at the Team 4 Suite that night…
Sam, as you finally take a deep breath, and just... let yourself enjoy the comfort of being back in the suite, you notice... a rather fat, naked cheetah in Amelia's bed, shoulders twitching with sobs and sniffles. Wait... that was Amelia! You recognized that pattern!
Sam Jukes
—She takes in another deep breath before trying her best to get moving forward, she almost has the idea about how to get herself moving now, pushing off the ground with a bit of a mix of a full power jump and a lean forward, jostling herself just about close enough to send a shadow over the distraught Cheetah. "o oh, hey, . Amelia? are you alright?" she lowers her ears down a quiet jingle coming from her earrings. she puts all her focus down on her now smaller friend, . . smaller in comparison to her now anyway.
Amelia Lancaster
—The sniffling mess of that brave cheetah that told the gator to piss off looks up from the pillow, her eyes seemingly in disbelief as she looks over the mass that had become of that rabbit gal. With a completely shot voice, she uncurls herself to speak, wanting to be sure of what she's looking at. "...S-Sam..? I-Is that..?" She goes quiet, not being able to get any other words out at the moment as she tries to hold back the tears she KNOWS are going to start flowing again.
Sam Jukes
—"y yeah its me, . . c can you come a bit closer please?" Sam gently asks as she shifts to the edge of the bed reaching out slowly to place a hand on Amelia's shoulder, the soft and squishy hand sinking a little against her shoulder. "You sound like you really need some help though, . . . want to, talk about it?"
Amelia Lancaster
—The cheetah doesn't just scoot closer, she practically springs up from the bed, pouncing on the rabbit to try and hug her. The sobbing starts up once again, the guilt of... this happening when she could have stopped it from ever happening. "I-I'm so fucking sorry Sam... I-I ran off like a coward w-when I should have stayed to help... t-this is my fault..." Amelia would barely be comparable as she speaks, the mix of sobbing and asking for forgiveness taking about a minute to fully get out.
Sam Jukes
—The kingsized bed of a rabbit wobbles and jiggles quite a bit as she is more or less pounced up against her chest, but she recovers immediately, wrapping her arms around the distraught cheetah feeling like a soft blanket of fat that comes around her, squeezing softly. one arm keeps her in place as the other runs its way up and down her back at a slow comfortable pace. "shh shh no, no it was not your fault ok? its ok. I forgive you because you didn't do anything wrong ok? shh shh its ok its ok." her voice lowers as she gives a tighter squeeze to try and just get across that she is not upset. "Jeez what happened after I was out, it sounds like it was not remotely pleasant."
Amelia Lancaster
—A wave of... well, something goes through Amelia just then. It's not relief... but something similar to it. She just can't put her finger on it. But regardless, she was feeling better from the reassurance. Amelia still felt guilty, that's for sure, but those words were quite the confidence booster. She hugs a bit tighter as well, trying to be as mindful as she can about her claws. "...I-I don't know... I-I ran off once you fell in, it was t-too much..." She doesn't realize that Sam is talking about the events that had occurred after she ran, though it's not like she wants to bring that back up again either. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Amelia's going through it right now, but exactly what 'it' is besides the events at Pam's, Sam would not know.
Sam Jukes
—A soft sigh leaves Sam as she continues her back rubbing, not letting up but keeping her movements slow and gentle, shifting her up her frame a little, the latex and synthetic tightsuit straining a little and a heavy slosh coming from her chest as she shifts herself to whisper softly. "its ok, I mean I dont know how it looked from the other side but I doubt it was any less harrowing from my angle, you did what you had to, hell I think I would of ran off as well if I saw my friend in that same situation, just let it all out ok? I am here to help you out with that if you need me to be. No one is able to handle everything without getting overwhelmed eventually. h heck i did not even thank you properly about you helping me out with that group t that, threatened us and you were s so brave and amazing."
Amelia Lancaster
—As the rabbit reassures Amelia, that feeling goes through her again. What the hell is it!? She only really stepped in and stopped that for selfish reasons, not to be a hero like- It... doesn't matter for now, what she needs to do relax a bit, just keep hugging this kind soul in a depraved galaxy for as long as she'll let her. "Y-yeah... don't mention it... t-thank you for, well, still being here... I-I honestly don't know what I would have done if I found out something more... harrowing had happened... Y-You don't mind us just... staying like this for a bit, do you? I-It's been a long day..."
Sam Jukes
—"I dont mind at all, uh mind if I lie down on your bed? I must admit I am, quite tired. it has been quite the day today. maybe I could tell you about how things went for me after I woke up in the med bay, I must admit it was quite the surprise haha." Sam feels like she is heating up a little either from her larger body just being larger or from the flush on her face as a smile creeps across it. "It has been, far more enjoyable than I expected I admit. hopefully to get your mind off any bad things y you know?"
Amelia Lancaster
—"L-Lay down? Yeah, s-sure! L-Lemmie just..." Amelia starts to shift around the pillows and blankets she had kinda messed up during her crying. She gives some space for the rabbit to lay down, offering to help if the gal needs it before getting settled in a bit herself next to her... if that's even physically possible without getting pulled into all her flab. Though despite her clinginess before, she does end up curling up covering up, realizing that she's still nude right now with a blush. "...I suppose t-tellin me about what had happened might ease my mind a bit more."
Sam Jukes
—Sam lets out a deep relaxed sigh as she just SINKS into the bed after getting rolled a bit onto it with a bit of help from amelia, her previously much lighter frame was unable to really get much comfort out of the bed but now it is much better to rest on now that it is pushing back and supporting her. "oohh that is comfortable, sorry for the hassle." Sam gently pulls her back into the hug, Patting her head softly and fondly. remaining slow to not shake up the cheetah too much as her hand brushes between the ears. her other arm coming around to mostly cover her up a little for her benifit. "Is this nice? I usually get quite calmed from getting Scratches and rubs behind the ears. as for what happened? welll did you know that drugs for various prey species are not very compatible? so uhm I had to have something different to get cleared out, I am assuming you uh noticed the changes haha." The rabbit tries her best to raise the mood with a slight joke to her tone, giving herself a wobble and getting a slosh out of her chest.
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—Amelia, Sam, as you both finally got comfortable, ready to just relax with a few hours of cuddling, you two both had your ears perk from the sudden sound of the door opening. You both had a bit of shifting of weight to do to look over at the door, but as you both did, a wash of relief as you both saw Margot entering, though... good lord, when did she get so huge??? And yet, the ballooned celebrity hardly seemed upset. Instead, she was blushing and giggling, joking with someone in the hall. Amelia, your heart sank as you and Lumi both made eye contact.
Her eyes slowly narrowed as she saw you on top of the bunny-bed, before she quickly looked away, as if pretending she hadn't even noticed you. She just leaned over, giving another smack to Margot's ass to 'test the suit's elasticity' one more time, before squeezing your hip to send you inside. "Don't forget about our meetup tomorrow, alright, big girl~?" she purrs flirtatiously as you manage to squeeze yourself through the door. "Have a good night~."
Amelia Lancaster
—The cheetah starts feeling MUCH better from the cuddling, the chit chat and Sam talking about the... events of her stay in the medbay affirming Amelia everything's just water under the bridge. That's when Margot seems to get back after her day, causing a blush of embarrassment as well as uncomfort from remembering where she last saw the gal…
Especially when she sees the person she was with right behind her. Quickly after making eye contact, Amelia curls herself up a bit more, looking off to the side. So that's that then, huh? Turns out the bitch is just a master manipulator, one that might have it out for their team by this point. Surely the extra pounds Margot put on were due to her ever so quickly moving on from what Amelia thought they had, huh? Should have figured... She's able to hold it back, at least while the leopard is still visible, but the tears are welling up again.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"I'll be there for sure..." Margot says as she waddles into the room proper, smiling to herself as she makes a direct path to her bed, struggling to get undressed from the stretch suit... completely oblivious to the girls on the other side of the room... "Ooof... I hope I can get out... of this on my own..."
Sam Jukes
—Sam notices Amelia's discomfort, redoubling her efforts as she brushes her back, about to wave over to Margot only to stop and try her best to comfort the Cheetah before she looks to be completely overwelmed. "O oh dear, Amelia? Take a breath for me please? Its ok i have you shh shh its ok." Sam keeps herself quiet, lacking context on what is going on she can only make assumptions and assumptions lead to doubts, so instead she keeps holding her against her soft frame in a mixture of protective instinct and need to comfort her friend.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—The sudden sound caused Margot to squeal before turning around, holding the half peeled off stretch suit to her heavy breasts... "Who the..!" She exclaims, her brain trying to process what she is seeing before her... "What... in the name of Gomorrah... Sam... is that you..!" Sure, Margot was well aware of just how fat she had gotten... but this was on a whole other level... it took her a moment to even notice Amelia curled up on top of her... "Amelia..?" She threw her hands up in the air, forgetting she was covering herself up, "Can someone... explain what happened!"
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia seems to be comforted quite quickly, mostly after the door is closed though. She looks over to Margot, clearly not reading the room in the slightest. She tries to speak up, the words not quite being there yet. How does she explain what had happened between her and Lumi without sounding... jealous? That's not a feeling she should be having for that sadist... r-right? For now she just takes a moment to think on her words, looking up to Sam as if asking for a bit of help explaining what had happened in the morning so she can think of her own explanation.
Sam Jukes
—Sam looks to Amelia and then nods, turning back to Margot with her usual smile. "W well uhm, we went off to get pancakes? I dont remember seeing you as we were well getting stuff, i met up with a bunny who was, like the total opposite of me it was quite silly then ahum i spotted a gold card like the one we won yesterday in the batter and like a dummy i sort of just, blurted out about it." sam keeps her pace of her retelling quite even, only pausing to give amelia a few skritches behind the ears.
"Then the other team that was there tried to cheat and go in the machine, suprise suprise they fell in, ina mad panic everyone tried to shut off the machine so they would not get baked to death in pancake batter but uh, i think someone from their team messed up and punched me into the machine." sam pauses to take a breath, needing to catch her breath and cool off a bit, so she takes her mostly still cold coffee to go and takes a sip. "Want some amelia? Its a simple frappe with skimmed milk and sweetener, because I was planning to sleep after i got back from my date."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot looked on in stunned silence, most likely having forgotten that her heaving breasts were bared from her undressing efforts… “Oh my! And this… is the result…” She motioned to Sam’s corpulent form, a slight twinge of jealousy passing through her mind as she gazed upon the thick, doughy rolls of lard that caked the formerly small-ish rabbit… “I… how… are you okay?”
Sam Jukes
—"Mnh getting there now, turns out the pancake batter was mixed with health stims, even then its uh, . ." she pauses for a moment and gives Amelia a squeeze once again. "A miracle i even survived, and since rabbit digestive aids were not enough i sort of was given a treatment that made me part cow to allow the usage of cow digestive aids, . . It sort of caused all this to grow h hehe, OH and i produce milk now, it is, really cool, o oh and my doctor was so helpful, and cute and cool and amazing and and an.." she starts to get a big blush on her face, and starts going on loop about Doctor hoppler, catching herself after a moment. "E ehehe s sorry i uhm, s she is s so amazing, o oh then you got rolled into the medbay margot."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Still in shock, although it now made sense why Amelia was upset, Margot finally snapped out when Sam mentioned her getting rolled into the medbay… “Oh… yes… well, I got turned away from the pancake venue… due to a limit per person… the nerve really…” She huffed, “And then I was lured by some… nefarious girls to a donut shop where they forced me to eat…” She blushes a little as she leaves out the part about her enjoying and encouraging it… “Which is how I ended up in the medbay…” She smiles, “But there were two wonderful doctors who helped me recover… one who helped me back here… and that’s it…” Suddenly, Margot remembered a detail of Sam’s story… “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help… but… if you don’t mind me asking… what happened to the golden ticket?” She chuckles sheepishly, “And the other two members of our little troupe…”
Amelia Lancaster
—Even re-hearing the story still has Amelia shocked. It's a damned miracle that she ended up getting out of that relatively ok. She... well, thinks she has the words now to tell her story. Well.. at the very least explain why it's probably a mistake to befriend Lumi... wait, what was that about Margot going to the medbay as well? S-She's not a resort doctor, is she? Maybe she will end up submitting that complaint anyways... but she should probably let Margot know. "...And I assume Lumi was one of your doctors, r-right? I don't w-wanna be a buzzkill but... sh-she's part of the reason why I'm still kinda upset right now..." She goes on to explain what happened with her between her running from the pancake fiasco to why she's curled up next to Sam.
She... doesn't include any super specific details, but does sum up the course of events. She tripped and Lumi had helped her now, mentioning now that she thought about it, she couldn't be 100% sure if that even was a healing stim she received or not. Then the events of the live show, starting with the drinks, ordering a plate of pasta, and everything up until her attempts to leave being blurry before they were... cursed or something? She couldn't be completely sure.
Then the Fluxslimes that had appeared out of nowhere, the heart to heart they had, and then the clothes shopping and gym visit. Amelia... isn't particularly comfortable talking about the events at the buffet though, keeping it a bit vague all around, ESPECIALLY when she gets to the point where things got too forceful for her liking.
"...S-So I just drew the gun on her... I-I wanted to put her down right then and there for such a... a violation but... god my head's a mess right now, p-part of me wanted to think she actually cared and it was a huge misunderstanding but... now that you're here and s-seeing how she is around her... I wouldn't trust her for a second if I were you... s-she's just trying to use you if I had to guess. Though... I s-suppose that kills my theory about how you got even larger than the last time I saw you in the buffet..."
Sam Jukes
—Sam gives Amelia slow back rubs as she goes through her story, tensing up quite a few times only to give a comforting squeeze to her. "That sounds, . . Awful, i kind of give the benifit of the doubt quite often b but, b breaking t trust, hurts a lot. A ah sorry im squeezing t too hard." "O oh sorry the card slipped my mind, i sort of, swallowed it, . . . B but hey it got scanned in my stomach by doctor hoppler so i its all good h haha."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot reacted in both shock and disbelief as Amelia laid out her story, "Oh dear... I'm sorry... I've had fans overstep their boundaries in the past... it can be quite terrifying..." She looked away, unsure if she should just bring it up but deciding it would be for the best... "I just don't understand... she was so very helpful and kind... a little handsy, yes... but..."
She pauses, "She even offered... to help me try and shed... some of this weight... I can't think... of how she would plan on using me..." She sighs, "I've planned on meeting her for breakfast... in the morning..." Margot wasn't really adept in comforting people, but she had acted doing it before. She waddled over and placed her hand on Amelia's shoulder, "I'll cancel right away... if it makes you uncomfortable..."
Sam Jukes
—"We could go off in groups tomorrow for breakfast, i know i am going to be getting something a bit less, chaloricly dense, you could come with me if you want amelia, and i most likely am going to be meeting up with Tanya as well." sam states with a little hum, before letting out a dreamy sigh, a blush coming to her face again. "She is really cute, bet you would love to meet her. And explain my changes better than i can if you want to know hehe."
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia just... simply doesn't know what to think anymore. The backrubs and squeezes are certainly nice, even if a few are too hard here and there. But Lumi offering to help Margot..? At least to Amelia's knowledge, either the snow leopard WAS actually still mad and gaslighting Amelia or... or maybe she's actually going to help Margot? What? Because that hog is the top 1%? Because she's set for life while Amelia's still picking for scraps? N-No... no, this isn't like her.
Yeah, the cheetah can be a bit vindictive at times, she's still certain putting a hole in that mystic will make her feel a hundred times better. But this... what is it, jealousy? Why does she have any need to feel that way? With what Lumi did, how she treated her afterwards in such a nonchalant way... s-she just needs some sleep is all. It's been a long day, maybe getting some shut eye will help…
"...L-Look... Margot... if you think she's being genuine about all of this, I-I won't stop you from meeting her for breakfast. But if that's the case, I-I mean no offense, but I might just... keep my distance from you? I don't want things to get h-heated again..."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot nods along as the two talk, waiting for them to finish before responding, "I've got no reason to doubt her... not that she has shown anyway... but I don't want to upset you further..." She smiles at her, "My meeting with her is purely... business related... after what those girls did to me... posting that article... I need to do something or my career is truly over..." She then turns to look at Sam's face, "Perhaps you and... Tanya was it... should join me... you look like you could use some help... shedding some of that weight... it looks..."
Deep in her mind a voice said, "Magnificent, Glorious, Beautiful, Gorgeous... I want to look like that!"... "Ridiculous... and quite a hassle... can you move around alright?" Was what she actually said out loud...
Sam Jukes
—Margot gets a bit of a strained smile in responce, more in line with customer service than a purely genuine one. "Ah, well i am going to be alright missing this miss lumi, I have found that buisness and leisure is much more enjoyable when both are slightly more appart and my own ahem buisness opoertunites are minimally impacted by how 'ridiculous' I look, just have a few mobility issues." Sam turns to Amelia, humming a little. A bit of a blush coloring her face again. Whispering quietly. "Uhm hey amelia can you help me out of my tightsuit? S sorry if this is embarrassing to ask, uh promise to go to the gym tomorrow and go for massages afterwards?"
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia seems... content with the answer she was given. If something does end up happening to Margot, completely on her. Though this new question from Sam is uh... quite the ask. Though, she supposes they're all sleeping together anyways, it's only a matter of time before they all start asking each other do help with things such as that. Especially if a certain trend continues that Amelia has noticed. "U-Uh... yeah! W-We can totally do that! J-Just uh, tell me what you need done and I can d-do my best to help!." She's certainly blushing quite a bit, that's gonna be a lot of rabbit she has to handle to properly help out. She did... kinda help with causing this anyways, so it's the least she can do.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot flinched a slight bit, realising she may not have chosen the best words... "Sorry darling... I didn't mean that in a nasty way... you do seem to carry it well..." She blushes, glad for the gloom of the low lighting... "I suppose I'll meet her on my own... see if she is legit and make a judgement from there..."
Seeing what happens next, Margot remembers her state of undress... "Well... I could use a hand with my suit as well... if you don't mind... do you need a hand with Sam's?"
Narrator
—Sam... really wasn't much help at all. That wasn't exactly a surprise. Despite not being in the best physique, Amelia, you were certainly the most active in the room at the moment, so you had to do most of the heavy-lifting... literally. Margot, you tried to look as if you were helping with Sam's... mainly just so that you could feel better about asking for assistance with your own.
Amelia, you felt a few parts of Sam's suit rip open when you were pulling it off... you just had to hope she wouldn't notice, and that it wouldn't be too much bun spilling out of those tears. Finally, gasping for air, you pulled the canvas of a latex suit away from the bunny, leaving the immobile rabbit naked on Amelia's bed at last... just in time for Margot to request help as well.
Sam Jukes
—"Huff, hunn sorry, going to ask room service tomorrow, n not that you did a bad j job, j just dont wanna tire you lot out." sam looks quite apologetic but perks up a bit at margots apology. "O oh, t thanks m margot, j just, sort of enjoying how, soft i am and how great the hugs i give out seem to be, no more little leg grabs you know?" she lets out a deep yawn, drinking the last of her coffee before lying down fully.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot has returned to covering her breasts, acting as if she hadn't been standing there nude for the last half an hour... "I've managed to get it off halfway... but I'm having trouble reaching to pull it down further..." She chuckles sheepishly...
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia huffs and puffs as she finishes taking off the suit. LORD that thing was tight, and she said it was supposed to be a one size fits all? Or did she mishear. Either way, despite Margot's plans for the next day involving Lumi, the cheetah decides it's not too big a deal, for her at least. Not sure why she keeps thinking about it, repeating it and telling herself it's not a big deal, but she won't just leave Margot in the suit all night. Amelia wouldn't want that if she was in their place, so she does end up helping out. Got Sam's suit off afterall, this one won't be as bad, right? "Alright, j-just let me know if you need me to stop at all. Feel a bit exhausted but we should be able to get yours off like that." Snapping her finger to emphasize 'that'.
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—Despite this suit being much less vacuum-sealed on, it was barely any easier to take off. Either, Amelia, because of how exhausted you were, or because of just how much Margot threw her curves around, her body swinging in so many ways that made you have to be on alert to not get squished against the wall by her hips or chest whenever she swung her weight around breathlessly. Finally, you managed to peel the sweating pig out of the tightsuit, leaving her collapsing to the nearest bed, you wobbling on your paws and ready to do the same.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—As soon as she is naked again Margot thanks Amelia and flops onto the bed, now even more thankful for how large it is, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them and struggling to shift her body sideways so she can reach the tablet on the side table. She quickly taps in a room service order to arrive early, a triple shot mocha with extra cream and a dozen donuts, before putting the tablet back and getting comfortable once more, allowing herself to drift off to sleep... Most wouldn't want to look at a donut after what happened today, but then there is only one Margot Snackenhoffer... and she is certainly different from most...
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—You both just watched, a bit amazed, as the pig... still... somehow had the mind for breakfast tomorrow. Is she... ordering room service to arrive tomorrow...?
Sam Jukes
—Sam keeps quiet, in no place to really speak up about eating, even if her own growth was by no fault of her own, but she then chirps up. "Oh margot can you get roomservice to get our tight suits checked and cleaned as well? Might be a good idea to do that, . . A and to check for any stress on the material h haha."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Of course! Great idea Sam!" Margot taps a few more commands before putting the tablet down...
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia lets out a sigh of relief now that both the gal's suits were off, pulling the corner chair up to the bedside to lean back a bit. It's one thing for Sam to find her in a sad state, nude, and proceed to comfort her a while. But it's a WHOLE nother thing to help undress her and then cuddle completely nude in bed. So she seats herself close by so they can at least still talk. "You uh... still offering that coffee? Could use something to drink right now that isn't soda or a milkshake..."
Sam Jukes
—"Ah, i think there is some left, got it to go at the end of my date with Tanya, she is friends with the barista there place is called the sady canopy, might be nice to visit for a morning coffe." sam reaches around and offers the resealed thermos of room temperature decaf, tasting only slightly sweet. "Sorry if there is not much left. Though I am deffinetly going to be getting a refill tomorrow."
Amelia Lancaster
—"It's fine, no worries. Heh, it beats just plain water after such a... caloric and flavorful day. Though honestly, maybe it would be good to have some instead of more calories..." The cheetah thanks Sam, taking a sip of the coffee and finding the taste quite nice. Been a while since she's had stuff of this quality, and even then she knows for a damned fact that her employers probably give her the expired stuff. "Heh, not half bad! M-Maybe you can show me where I can get some of my own tomorrow?"
Eventually the cheetah finishes the coffee. Despite it being caffeinated to high hell, she can really feel the exhaustion from the day getting at her.
She takes a moment to shower, feeling a bit... dirty from her interactions throughout the day. Once that's done, she eventually climbs into Sam's bed, hoping she doesn't mind the cheetah borrowing it while she uses Amelia's. And with that, it seems to be the end of the day's activities for the drifter...
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—A few hours after the Pancake Incident…
Elizabeth Sphinx
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It'd been a few hours since the visit to the breeding relief center. Elizabeth had gotten herself a new outfit, napped off her worries, and read up on a few emails since then, even updating her log, discussing how this investigation has been... awakening. Really. These past few days, Elizabeth was learning more about the person she wants to be than anything about her mission. Fortunately, she had time to learn... Unfortunately, that was also time to add to her figure. Not only was she getting fatter, she was getting taller. She checked her height this morning and got 11’ 0”! And it doesn't help that she's still not sure what her weight is, since she can't see the scale anymore. But... that wasn't something to focus on. It was time to investigate more. And what better way to learn about corruption than a casino? Getting on her boots, the massive bear walks out the door, her gut a second or two ahead on the way out.
Narrator
—Elizabeth, you woke up from... practically a mid-day hibernation. It was starting to get a bit late out, and... you were surprised to see no sign of Sam. You tried not to worry, assuming they were just holding her in the medbay quarters for a bit longer to ensure everything was alright. With a huff, and a crack along the floor under your cane, you slowly got to your paws, boots tightly equipped, and waddled yourself to the door.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Looking onwards, the bear huffs, a sure thought in her mind: The casino has got to have some dirt on it.
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—Elizabeth, you waddle along the halls... practically looming over half the guests and maids. It was beginning to dawn on you just how much of a shadow you were casting over them... and how much they all parted, wide-eyed, as you came lumbering through. As you entered the main lobby, you definitely saw... quite the sight. Whimpering and teary-eyed, a massive thirty-foot-tall monkey was practically filling the entire lobby, trying to cover her face with her ears to avoid everyone's stares... about 10 maids all using ladders to climb up her and fit her for some sort of outfit to cover her up.
Luckily, they'd managed to put the poor monkey in underwear already, but now was the hard part of figuring out where they'd find enough material for the rest of her. You... couldn't even really think of what might've happened to her to cause... that. Monkeys, obviously, don't usually come in that size. So, instead, you carried on towards the elevator, requesting to be taken to the casino wing. A maid bowed, her bell jingling, and hit the elevator button. After a few seconds, the doors opened to a lavish hall. Red velvet carpets, dark-wood-finish walls... The kind of place that you'd see on planets that were just DEDICATED to over-the-top gambling suites. As soon as you waddled up, a massive ox bouncer crossed his arms, muscles bulging through his security shirt. He gave a smirk as he looked you over, letting his gaze trail a bit... slower than it otherwise might've, especially to see a girl that he had to actually look up to meet eyes with.
"Well, guess I don't need to ID you." he said in a rumbling voice. "Looking for the slots, the card tables, or the Balloon Birds?" he asked casually.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth responds to the ox's gaze with an amused grin, putting a hand on her hip before deciding to query the bouncer about these choices. She'd been in the run with gambling for some time and not once heard about this... "...Balloon birds?" She raises a brow, intrigued.
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Elizabeth, the ox gives you a nod, crossing his arms again.
"Mhm. They're a favourite for some of the perverts around here. Just some crazy girls and gas tanks, trying to blow eachother up as big as they can without popping on the stage. Folks bet on how big they'll get before they 'chicken out', no pun intended." the ox explains, looking past you and gesturing with a point inside for a panther to strut in past you. Must be one of the regulars.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth nods, looking off to the side for only a moment. This all in mind, what would be the best decision...? Balloon Birds would, at the very least, be entertaining... the card tables would be a good start to knowing some names... slots could be exploitable... Mm. Can't hold this line up. She spits up an answer, straightening herself up. "Mmm.. I'll take card tables, but... noted."
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Elizabeth, the ox gives you a nod, and pulls out a stamp from a podium next to him. However, rather than stamping your fur, he just presses it to the augment in your wrist. It makes a ding! sound, and he steps out of your way, welcoming you in towards the card tables.
"Behave yourself in there." he says with a chuckle in that booming voice. Almost immediately as you step through the automatic doors, you could hear electronic music, the voices of what sounded like dozens of animals, and the shouting, cheering, and even arguing of various people around the tables. You looked over, and could see the table room divided down the middle. To one side, a curtain concealed the tables for what appeared to be the 'Strip Hall' side, most of the animals sat in the seats clutching their card hands with their free arm trying to cover themselves up as best they could, especially if they were on a losing streak... Meanwhile, on the other side, it seemed that they were actually playing with chips.
Except... you noticed, oddly, those that lost seemed to be the ones getting the chips. Were they... a penalty, somehow? The ones with high stacks of chips seem to groan, keeping their heads down in dread.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth tilts her head at the scene, looking between the two curiously. The card tables' penalties were obvious... frankly, she wasn't trying to take home any of these strangers, much less give just anyone the privilege of seeing her tits.
The other side, however, seemed mysterious... likely, it'd be to do with weight, or money. And she's pretty flexible with either, at the moment. With a final think-over, the bear nods and begins her waddle over to the chips section.
Narrator
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Elizabeth, you begin walking over to the first section of the tables, outside the curtain. You come to the counter, where a line had formed for entry. Fortunately, it didn't take long for it to be your turn, the small, suited lemur's eyes going wide as he looked up at you, suddenly feeling tiny in your presence, and swallowing nervously.
"A-Ahem... w-welcome to Misfortune, ma'am. Our side of the casino is all about card tables, and putting figure on the line for fortune. B-By entering, you accept all liability for damage to one's waistline, shape, and wallet. And in exchange, you may reap the rewards freely. Is this acceptable?" he stammered, like a living contract agreement, reaching out to stamp your augment. "O-Oh! And before entry, I should warn you to disable any weight-suppressing augments you might have. Their technology can interact... quite poorly with the game tables." he warns.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth gives a toothy grin and leans down to the lemur's level, chuckling at his distracted stutters. What a delectable little thing... maybe once she trains her gut...~
The bear takes her massive paw and places it gently onto the stamp, making eye contact the whole time. In the instance, a thought crosses her mind, and she decides to make a turn. Time to show that smile. "Mmmmmhmm. Actually, hun... I think I'm here for that "other service" those bigger folks talk about... you mind takin' a lady?"
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—You leaned all the way down, your chest practically filling the entire window of his counter. The lemur was crimson as his ears laid flat, clearing his throat.
"Th-The... other... s-services...? I-I... d-don't quite follow..." he stammers, his voice cracking and wavering up and down as he practically shrinks in the window.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth leans in, leering. "Don't play dumb with me, lil' man. I know what I heard. Why don't you show an ol' lady to the back?" Come on... crack, you little snack.
Narrator
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Elizabeth, nothing comes from the lemur but a whimper. "M-Ma'am, p-please... I have no idea w-what you're talking about! I-I could... h-happily show you to the various facilities and luxury stations w-we have on offer here at the r-resort, but... th-this is a... p-perfectly upstanding establishment, I a-assure you!" he stammers, fear clear as day in his eyes as he looks up at you, as if he could imagine how easy it'd be for you to cram a claw through the window and pick him up like a snack.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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The bear tilts her head, thinking. Well, now, if this guy's being legit, there's a chance he might want to tell authorities about her.
Fuck it. Looking to and fro to make sure nobody's looking, first, the bear yanks the lemur from the booth and quickly shoves him down her gullet, looking straight forward so as not to look conspicuous.
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—Elizabeth... fuck... you couldn't let this guy go talk to security about your request if he was being serious. Without even thinking, you quickly pulled him by his wrist, leaning down to meet the window with your head, your neck roll practically wedged into it, as you opened your maw wide enough to cram him through. Your tongue welcomed the lemur on in, stuffing him down your gullet and sliding him down your window-wedged throat as quickly as you could.
"Ma'am? What's going on, exactly?" you heard from behind you. Your eyes went wide. Thank God the lemur didn't put up much of a fight. You quickly swallowed, groaning and staggering as his weight settled, an unnatural bulge against your stomach as he pushed against the confines of your poor dress. +45 Fullness. +110 lbs. Glooooorrrrrrp…
With a huff, you swung around, trying to play it off as if nothing had happened as you faced the... downright confused, and annoyed-looking zebra and pigeon women behind you, glancing past you at the empty seat at the counter.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth looks at the Zebra, darting back and forth between her and the booth and promptly faking surprise, followed by a chuckle and hand wave. The sweat was, uh... just exhaustion. Nothing else.
"Pff, d'oh, I dunno, I tried asking the bastard something and he just said to walk on through, and- just, ran off! What an odd one, really."
Narrator
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Elizabeth, they both looked at eachother, and then just groaned in annoyance, realizing they'd have to wait in ANOTHER line just to speak to someone now, both of them stomping off. You took a second to catch your breath, thanking the stars that little lie actually worked. With a belch bubbling up, you reached down to your swollen stomach, rubbing the new, heavy bloat of space taken up by your newest passenger. You'd... never indulged predatory instincts like this before. A part of you had always looked down on those who were savage enough to give into nature's demand to gorge on other animals, but... for the first time in your life, your heart was racing with the excitement of it.
You'd just... swallowed prey. You couldn't help but feel... a bit powerful at the notion of finally living up to the term 'Predator animal'....
[Elizabeth, you receive 1 Luck, and 2 Instinct Points.]
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth's heart was racing at that. She... didn't even think about it. Somehow, it'd gotten past her that she had just... swallowed someone whole. Fuck... Ignoring the crimson on her face, she waddles her way towards the tables, seeing what the hubbub was about, and... coexisting with more self-discoveries.
...gloOurp.
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—Elizabeth, with a bit of an awkward gait with the extra foreign weight swinging around, you slowly make your way to a table.
CREEEEEAAAK…
The whole table turned at the sound of both chairs bending beneath you as you sat in them, overfilling them both. Only once you had taken a seat did you notice that the table you'd sat at said 'TEAM 2', but, frankly, none of the five animals among them, nor the corgi woman who ran the table, looked ready to kick you out, and so, they all gave nervous, polite smiles as you sat yourself down with a huff.
They looked like they'd just begun. First cards were being passed out around the table. You could see a rabbit in a seat that looked the dead opposite of Sam.
A grey-furred rabbit in a dark hoodie, with black makeup, and a tired, annoyed look on her face, her ears flopped down at the sides of her head.
On the table, it showed her name. 'Emma Littlerock: Bet 50 Units'.
Next to her, a glamorous cheetah with a tight waist, a massive chest, long blue hair, and huge bimbo lips sat upright with her back arched and tail flicking waiting for the game to start. She was in a skin-tight blue jumpsuit, not unlike Amelia's.
On the table, it showed her name. 'Felicity: Bet 80 Units'.
At the center of the table, a pale snake in scientist's getup fumbled with their cards each time one was passed to them. They were fairly slender, with most of their weight seeming to come from their tail.
On the table, it showed their name. 'Soverance Snak-an: Bet 30 Units'.
Towards the other side, a brown-furred cow giddily bounced in her seat, giggling to herself, leaning over to her team to whisper something to them from time to time. She had a motherly, slightly pudgy shape to her, in what looked like a gardener's outfit, with some overalls thrown over to boot.
On the table, it showed her name. 'Butter Swifthoof: Bet 50 Units'.
And finally, at the very end of the table... a strange-looking goat. Well, every goat was a bit peculiar in one way or another, but... you were sure you'd never seen one with a third eye before. Purple-furred and with a VERY curvy figure, the massive goat glanced at you and gave you a kind smile... but you watched as the third eye shot you a glare…
On the table, it showed her name. 'Belzenur: Bet 75 Units'.
Finally, the corgi woman, Carly, by her nametag, looked at you, waiting for your bet. "How many Units did you want to put on the table, ma'am? Remember, it's only possible to earn money at these tables... but you have everything to lose." she said, the sweet dog giving a cheeky wink to you as she said it.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth was utterly delighted to see the group's faces as she sat down, adjusting in her seat as she heard the chairs groan with pride. She felt fucking glorious. And this was only the beginning. Let's see how Miss Fortune feels, tonight…
She turns to the Corgi and smiles. "Elizabeth Sphinx. 100 Units, please."
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Carly smiled and gave you a nod as she loaded you into the table. You were... surprised to see that she didn't take any Units from you. Unusual for an automated casino like this, but you just shrugged. Instead, you watched as she dished out some small, glowing chips to each of you along with each hand of cards.
You receive 20 Chips.
-10 Top-heavy Chips
-6 Rounded Chips
-4 Bottom-heavy Chips
Elizabeth... your hand is... less than stellar. You have a score of 7. This round, you bluff.
Emma and Felicity both back out at your bluff. As they pass their chips over, you hand back 4 Top-heavy Chips from their own piles, administering the 'prizes' to each of the losers who folded.
Carly passes them across the table, gesturing for them both to pop the glowing capsules in their mouths. The rabbit and cheetah exchange a glance between eachother, before rolling their eyes, and popping them down the hatch. They both gasp suddenly, as if something were caught in their throat.
FWOOOOMP!
You watch as about 4 lbs of breast fat fills out Emma's loose-fitting hoodie a little bit.
BWOOMPH!
Despite her already having a massive chest, Felicity's eyes widen as she feels her breasts swell against the zipper of her tightsuit. The two glance between eachother... as if they hadn't believed that these tables would actually work like they said.
You receive the rest of their chips.
You now have:
-11 Top-heavy Chips
-14 Rounded Chips
-13 Bottom-heavy Chips
A new hand is passed out.
Once again… nothing special. A score of 10.
Soverance keeps quiet, not wanting to bluff.
Butter also keeps quiet, not wanting to bluff.
Belzenur gives a smug smile, claiming she's easily got the best hand.
Elizabeth, you keep quiet. Carly has no choice but to challenge with a bluff of her own.
Despite being almost CERTAIN that she's got a winning hand... Belzenur sighs, and folds.
Something about Carly's smarmy look unsettles the goat. Carly receives all of Belzenur's chips... and then hands them right back to her for her to take, smiling as she makes the gesture for her to toss them down the hatch.
All 15 chips go down, and you watch Belzenur's eyes go wide.
She hits her chest, a burp popping out of her lips as she groans. Slowly, you watch her chair slowly fill with some spilling hips, gaining about 8 lbs around her legs... about 5 lbs to her midriff, and about 2 lbs to her chest.
A new hand is distributed to the table.
Elizabeth, you've got... a pretty decent hand this time! A score of 15!
You've got:
-11 Top-heavy Chips
-14 Rounded Chips
-13 Bottom-heavy Chips
The ones left at the table are Soverance, Butter, and Carly. Do you want to bluff, or keep quiet?
Soverance is TERRIFIED of you, and is going to keep quiet.
Butter awkwardly calls your bluff, showing off her cards.
Her hand is... only a score of 10!
You get Butter's chips!
You pass her 6 Rounded Chips and 6 Bottom-heavy from her own pile.
The poor cow hardly even seems to realize what's going on, gleefully popping them into her mouth all at once.
You watch her eyes go wide, a hiccup bubbling from her, and you watch her chest slowly strain against the straps of her overalls swelling with the 6 lbs, her hips widening in the seat as well, 6 lbs filling out her rear and even making the bulge of the udder beneath her belly look fatter.
Now it was just you, Soveran, and Carly.
You now have:
-9 Top-heavy Chips
-16 Rounded Chips
-10 Bottom-heavy Chips
New cards are passed out.
Elizabeth... you've got a pretty great hand! A score of 19!
You decide to bluff this round, claiming you have the winning hand.
Soveran... sheepishly calls you on your bluff.
They reveal their hand... only a score of 8.
You receive their chips!
You pass 10 Rounded Chips from their own pile.
Soveran slings the chips down their throat. With a nervous gasp, Soveran looks down, feeling a pooch of a belly slowly ooze into their laps, a 10-lb gut filling their lap and pushing against the buttons of their lab coat.
It's just you and the dealer now!
You've currently got:
-12 Top-heavy Chips
-7 Rounded Chips
-12 Bottom-heavy Chips
A new hand is passed out. You’ve got… a perfect hand. A score of 20! Unless Carly does too, this game’s in the bag!
Carly has no choice but to call the bluff.
She reveals her hand. A score of 18.
You've won.
Before Carly could even ask if you wanted to cash out for money, you shook your head with a smirk.
Carly rolled her eyes. She hated the sadistic players. Why make her take them instead of cashing in, when they could just- "Mnnfh!" she whimpered as she tossed them all back, her cheeks puffing.
You watched her eyes widen as she felt the weight hit her. In her seat, you watched her fancy, dressy pants fray and strain along the seams, her ass suddenly BURSTING through in a puff of fur behind her seat, a massive hole in her pants as 16 lbs of new ass fat fills the poor shortstack's chair.
Her vest and button up slowly slid up as 14 lbs of belly fat spilled out, her first button at the bottom of her shirt bursting off with a quick PING! as her belt strained against the spill of tan belly fur.
And then, you heard her moan as her bra bit into her, the buttons at the top of her vest EXPLODING off as 21 lbs of tit fat overfilled the poor dog's figure, splitting the seams around her sleeves as her chest poured out in front of her. She gave a breathless groan, looking at you in annoyance.
"Well played, Ma'am... nffh..." she moaned.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth grins deviously at the work of art before her, clearly very satisfied with the end result. This is quite the business... surprising that this doesn't have a secret in the back. Or so she thinks. Regardless, she gives a polite nod to the mountain of dog in front of her.
"Ooh... it looks better on you than you think. Very... expressive. Good games, dear...~"
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—Elizabeth, the poor dog huffs and catches her breath, trying to adjust herself in her seat and look as lady-like and professional as she can. "Well, shall we begin a new round?" she asks the table finally, looking to you first.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth nods contently, getting comfortable in her struggling seats.
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—The poor corgi tries to adjust her outfit as best she can, sighing as she sees you ready to play another round. Great…
Each animal stays in, leaning in, a bit more engaged now that they realize the stakes.
Emma bets 100 Units.
Felicity bets 200 Units.
Soverance bets 50 Units.
Butter bets 80 Units.
Belzenur bets 250 Units.
You decide to raise the stakes. 300 Units.
Everyone at the table looks at you nervously.
Especially as your 60 chips are slid across the table towards you…
-25 Top-heavy Chips
-16 Rounded Chips
-19 Bottom-heavy Chips
The first hand is passed out. You got a pretty decent hand! A score of 13!
The table is going the opposite way now.
Belzenur claims she has an EXCELLENT hand.
Butter keeps quiet.
Soverance keeps quiet.
Felicity will call her bluff.
Belzenur has a hand of 12.
Felicity has a hand of 15.
Belzenur's chips go to Felicity... and she forces the goat to take 6 rounded, and 6 bottom-heavy chips.
The goat groans in her seat as her dress stretches around her figure, her hips swelling outward, hanging a good inch over her seat now with 6 extra lbs, and 6 lbs of belly fat stretching the fabric around her waist and filling her lap.
Felicity now has 78 chips.
A new hand is passed out. Yours… isn’t spectacular. A score of 4.
This time, no one claims a particularly impressive hand.
Meaning that Carly will need to be challenged.
Butter decides to call her bluff.
Carly has a score of 17.
Butter has a score of 14.
Carly gives a polite smile, and sends all of Butter's chips right towards her.
Butter gives a sheepish, awkward moan in her seat, her hips and udder fill her overalls, the material creaking as she swells in her seat with about 6 lbs. Her belly pushed out from under her shirt, spilling between the suspender straps as it oozes with a fresh 6 lbs of fat. And her breasts slowly push the suspenders further outward, a moo coming from the poor cow as they slowly swell with 4 lbs of fat.
The next hand is passed. You got a pretty decent one! A score of 14.
Emma keeps quiet.
Felicity claims her hand WILL win the table.
Soverance keeps quiet.
You decide to call Felicity’s bluff.
She reveals her cards.
A score of 11.
The cheetah awkwardly clears her throat as she slides you her 78 chips. From the massive pile, you force her to take back 20 of her Top-heavy Chips.
The cheetah gasps, quickly trying to rise out of her seat. With the chips tossed down the hatch, you hear her moan, everyone at the table looking at the balloon-chested bimbo as she stands up, fanning herself.
GRRRRGGLE... Streeeeeeeeetch…
You watch the woman sweat and huff, her nipples bulging clearly through the latex of her suit as her breasts swell.
CREEEEEEEEAK-POP!
You watch as the zipper bursts open, the metal teeth of it scattering across the table as the cleavage of her 20 lbs-heavier udders burst through the suit, quickly sitting down and trying to cover herself up with one of the diner menus at the table, glaring at you from her seat with a snarl.
Next hand, and you’ve got a score of 13!
With an annoyed groan, Emma claims she's got the winning hand, sitting back carelessly in her seat.
Soverance keeps quiet.
You decide to keep the momentum going and call Emma’s bluff.
Emma cracks a smirk as she shows off her cards. A score of 19.
The bunny gives a snooty little chuckle as she leans across the table, slowly sliding your MOUNTAIN of chips her way, before tossing you back... 60 bottom-heavy chips.
Carly gestures with a smile for you to toss them back. If Carly hadn’t been so biased, perhaps she’d have done better to notice the sleight of hand that Emma had employed to put her Bottom-heavy chips into your pile just to make you take all of them.
It's a mouthful, but you manage to swallow all 60 of the capsules down your gullet. Your eyes widen as you feel the weight begin to settle.
You can feel the seats creak beneath, the weight in your stomach slowly feeling as if it were being outshined the more that traveled south, your thighs swelling in the seats, your ass pushing against the backs of the chair, your lower half overflowing the chairs as 60 lbs suddenly begin to settle on your massive frame, leaving you drooling and breathless by the end of it.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeths lets out a low groan as she feels the growth in her lower half, letting out a shaky breath and nodding as professionally as she's able to. Should've listened to her damn gut... 'Bigger than her brain, anyway.
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Emma watches with a great deal of satisfaction as you swell across the table from her, a little giggle coming from the gloomy rabbit.
The following round, Emma wins the hand, and poor Soverance is forced to take another 20 Rounded chips by the rabbit.
They huff and groan as 20 lbs of belly fat bursts button after button, filling their lap even further. And finally... Emma wins the last hand, and, seemingly having no quarrel with the corgi, she cashes in all 68 Chips, practically with dollar signs in her eyes as she feels the ping of her augment showing the 340 Units she just won.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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The bear grimaces, her ears flattening at her own shortcoming. Who did she think she was?? Not a Sphinx, for sure. Sounds like time to raise the stakes a little more…
With a leer, Elizabeth waits patiently for the next round before triumphantly slapping her hand on the table. "400 units." She growls.
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Elizabeth, Carly had barely opened her mouth to ask if you'd like to cash out by the time you slammed your wrist to the table to bet 400 Units.
The corgi groans. This was gonna be a tough table.
Emma smiled, and with her newfound winnings, matched your bet. 400 Units.
Felicity sat back down with a huff of frustration, and did the same. 400 Units.
Soverance glanced around the table, wide-eyed, and nervously scanned their augment. 100 Units.
Butter checked her bank account, and bet accordingly. 200 Units.
Belzenur glanced around and put on a menacing smile. 500 Units.
Carly took a deep breath, and started dishing out the cards.
You have:
-28 Top-heavy Chips
-26 Rounded Chips
-26 Bottom-heavy Chips
Elizabeth, you got... a pretty great hand! A score of 16!
You decide to keep quiet this round.
Emma keeps quiet.
Felicity claims she has the winning hand of the table.
Nervously, Soverance decides to call her bluff.
Felicity reveals a hand of 18. Soverance has a hand of 15.
Felicity gives a wide grin, taking the snake's chips, and flicking them 10 Rounded chips to take. With a nervous whimper, the snake tosses them back, whining and writhing in their seat with discomfort as another 10 lbs of fat bloats their stomach outwards.
PING! PING!
Another few buttons burst from the coat, an enormous orb of scaled flesh starting to peek out and fill their lap as they lean back in their seat, gasping for air.
The next hand is passed. You have a score of 15!
You decide to keep quiet.
Emma does the same.
Felicity too.
Butter keeps quiet.
Finally, Belzenur sits up, claiming to have the winning hand.
Elizabeth, you sit up, raising a paw to call her bluff.
She shows her hand. 13.
Belzenur practically SNARLS, all three eyes glowing as they glare at you, before she begrudgingly hands over ALL of her chips, sliding the mountain across the table.
You now have:
-63 Top-heavy Chips
-59 Rounded Chips
-62 Bottom-heavy Chips
Elizabeth, everyone at the table holds their breath as they watch you start flicking chips back at Belzenur... 20 top heavy, 20 rounded, 20 bottom heavy…
Belzenur glares at you, and then holds up her head with ladylike dignity, taking a deep breath, and stuffing them all down her throat at once as best she can manage. Her eyes bulge, her cheeks puff, and she chokes down a horrendous belch... only for it to BURST out a few seconds later.
GlloooooOOOOooorrrrp…
She staggered back, landing in her chair. Everyone's eyes followed her figure, her chest literally wobbling in her dress. The straps of her bra creaked as her tits suddenly began to SWELL, suddenly filling out every inch of the dress all at once with 20 lbs of fat and fur, splitting through the shiny material and spilling over the tight cups of her bra. She gave a yelp, her hands finding her gurgling stomach as, slowly, it bloated outwards, pushing her hands further and further out as her eyes widened the more she felt it grow. 20 lbs of belly fat slowly testing the confines of the dress, until,
-SHRRIIIP!
The first split formed across it, her belly button bursting through with a spill of fat alongside it. And then, her seat began to creak…
Everyone looked down, watching the waist of her dress constrict around her, as her hips slowly blew outward in either direction, the back of her seat shaking and bending as her ass ballooned behind her, 20 lbs of fat overfilling her seat. The goat was RED-FACED, but tried to look dignified, not even making eye contact with you as she tried to sit as comfortably as she could in her seat with the added mass.
The next cards are passed out, and… A PERFECT HAND. A score of 20!
Elizabeth, you barely even manage to claim your bluff before Emma interrupts, calling you out.
She wasn't about to believe for a SECOND that you had a winning hand.
You reveal your 20. She swallows nervously, revealing her 19.
Slowly, her mountain of chips passes to your side of the table.
You have:
-75 Top-heavy Chips
-62 Rounded Chips
-67 Bottom-heavy Chips
Elizabeth, you toss just a small share of the pile her way. Ten to top, ten to bottom.
Down the hatch. Emma groans, her half-lidded, unamused eyes rolling a little as she feels her bra fill.
You watch the shape of her small breasts SWELLING even further in her hoodie, now stretching the soft material and making the visible shape of her bra press through it as 10 more lbs of tit fat spill into her once-loose jacket.
And down below, she just whines and moans as her skirt and leggings stretch and fill, the rabbit's ass and hips slowly spilling over more of her seat little by little.
Next hand. It’s… decent. A score of 11.
Elizabeth, you keep quiet.
Felicity does the same, her eyes glued to you.
Butter, not understanding the tension around the table, casually claims the winning hand.
Elizabeth, you call her bluff, showing your hand of 11.
Butter shows a 14. The table breathes a sigh of relief as your chips are taken and added to Butter's pile.
234 chips.
Not really sure what to do with them all, Butter slides all but 10 back to you... as if she thought she were doing you a favour.
Normally, you weren’t allowed to give someone any more chips than their own pile unless you were the final player at the table… but Felicity and Carly both kept their mouths shut and said nothing about the rules. You’d certainly made some enemies at the table.
Felicity just smiles... gesturing for you to throw them down the hatch with a smirk.
224 chips.
You gulped, and tossed them down the hatch. You swayed in your seat, your chest rumbling. You groaned, and your eyes went wide as you watched your breasts slowly begin to inch further and further outwards... your nipples became swollen, and slowly started to split right through the stretched dress.
SHHHHHHHRRRRRRIP!
As your breasts slowly BURST through the tears, the dress slowly fell, wrapped like tape around your midsection as your breasts bloated and swelled, hanging HEAVY with 70 lbs of new fat to spill over your stomach. You leaned back in your creaking seats with a groan, having to sit back just to not be pulled forward as your stomach swelled in front of you, pushing against the table as the lemur in your belly was buried under 82 lbs of belly fat, your legs spreading just to let the boulder of white fur and fat take up your lap.
SHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIP!
Your belly BURST through the dress, exploding open through the fabric until your red navel was laid across the table, the dress barely clinging around your wide hips. You prayed it was over, but-
GRRRRGGGLE....
You looked down, watching your hips slowly widen. Your ass slowly ballooned behind you, the chairs creaking louder and louder until-
CREEEEEEEEEAK-CRAAASH!
In an explosion of pieces, both chairs burst apart beneath you, sending you hurdling to the ground with a yelp, the dress ripping even further around your fat hips and thighs as you tumbled back, legs kicking out, as you laid there, beached on the floor, gasping. Barely wrapped in anything except for the barely-clinging fabric of your dress around 72 lbs of new fat around your lower body. You laid there for a moment, gasping, watching the stares that found their way to you... and you watched Carly lean over the table to look at you.
"Should I go ahead and cash you out for the night, Ma'am~?"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth goes through a sequence of grunts and moans as each part respectfully ballooned, one after another, until finally her massive ass surges to the ground with a house-shaking WHUMP! her bare body jiggled as it slammed into the ground, likely causing actual damage to the floor on the way down.
Her tits flopped forward, nipples puffy and stiff from the air, and her enormous gut spilled out before her like an avalanche. Her sheer size, her girth, her heat... It'd grown to be a permanent elephant in the room, and there was no denying it. The bear stares forward, face red with anger, embarrassment, resentment... but not for her size. For her loss. Thankfully, this likely won't get out, but it still just yanked on her. How dare she just... let someone beat her like that? Memories try to fly around her head of a distant time before, not unlike this, where she had a similar situation happen, back home... What was it that damn butler tried warning her about? Oh, whatever. For now, it was time to bottle it up-- that is, just enough to talk.
"Yes. You may." She growled to Carly, followed by a defeated huff.
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With a snooty little smile, the corgi poked the button on the table to remove you from the system.
"Thank you for playing, Miss Sphinx~! We hope you enjoyed playing Misfortune~!" she chimed, the taunting air to her voice obvious. Despite already being in quite the state themselves, the table watched as maids came over to assist you, slowly helping you back onto your paws so that you could waddle through the casino.
You practically threw them off your wrists, snatching your cane to waddle along... a crack along the ground everywhere the cane fell.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Damnit, I-" Elizabeth nearly yanks one of the maids with her as she retracts her arms, once she makes distance away from the sneering table, her face still scarlet with shame.
"I'm- huff, fine! Leave a woman to her, hah, devices...!" She stubbornly disconnects, ignoring her previous group and storm-waddling (avalanching?) towards the snack bar, her emotions demanding to be distracted by stuffing her fucking face.
"Ugh, I- hooh, pardon..." The bear tries to make herself comfortable in a few bar stools nearby, simply deciding to lean against the counter whenever one of them immediately bends in a different direction as a response to her weight. "Just- just gimme food. I don't care. Surprise me. And... add a rum n' cake."
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Elizabeth, you stormed across the casinos, following wherever your nose would lead you to the smell of fresh food. As you CRAMMED your way through bar counters and tables, you slammed yourself down in some seats... only to open your eyes with a huff, and see that you literally went behind the counter of the catering kitchen, about eight little cow maids all looking with fear at the avalanche of a polar bear that practically barricaded them into the kitchen.
"M-Ma'am, this is the kitchen... i-if... you'd like to place an order, y-you need to go to o-one of the betting tables... th-there's menus there..." she muttered sheepishly, pointing past you at the tables with a shaky spatula.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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The hulking bear barely takes notice of where she is, in a storm of her own hysteria and letting her own coddled lifestyle guide her. She didn't care where she was. She was hungry.
She stomps up to the chef-maid, her eyes practically casting daggers as she leans down. Her voice rumbles. "I. Do not. Care. Feed me."
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The cow maid, despite SHAKING where she stood, swallowed, and held her head high, the other ones cowering behind her.
"M-Ma'am... th-that would be against resort rules. Y-You... need to go find yourself a table... i-if you'd like... t-to order... f-food..." she repeats in a practiced tone, despite the shakiness in her voice.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Shit. That usually worked. They make these maids out of something special. Time for the next best approach. With a sigh, the bear puts a hulking hand on the cow maid's shoulder, her expression now accompanied by a grin. Whether or not it was sinister or sweet was very much in the eye of the beholder.
"Mm. Let me rephrase. You look like the team lead, the steeled type... Go ahead and make your cute lil' team feed me, and momma might just smother you under all this first...~" The bear winks at the maid. "Your choice to pass up...~"
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She takes a shaky inhale, and crosses her arms. They out-numbered this polar bear! They weren't about to be bullied around.
"M-Ma'am! I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I'll need to call security!" she declared as a final warning with a "hmnf!", the other seven girls standing beside her to scare you off.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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The bear stares at the bunch, her brow twitching. Her scarlet was deeper, now, practically shaking. What the hell did they do to these little maids to make them so brave? Regardless, with a look, the bear stomps off, nearly breaking the door on the way out as she already almost did earlier.
Whatever... Maybe there's some lone prey somewhere else out here...
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Elizabeth... you took a deep breath. You know what? Food didn't even sound that good right now anyway…
Sniffing the air, you lumbered away from the kitchen, and started on your hunt... You'd find something to eat... somewhere...
With your nose in the air... you considered your options. You could try to get back behind the counters, but... those booths seemed made for fairly small animals. If you got in there... there was no guarantee you'd be able to get back out.
Alternatively, you could head towards the security break rooms, but... well, if that ox was anything to go off of, those security staff were... a bit on the bigger side. Otherwise, there were always the bathrooms, where animals would be secluded enough away from everyone to go missing... but it might be tough to make sure no one came in to witness it before you were able to... 'finish the meal', so to speak…
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The bear considered her options, her claw on her chin as she measures everything out. She wasn't looking for a fight, so the security guards were definitely off the menu (ha). The booths would be hard to get out of, but there would be privacy…
Ugh... not even thinking about the fact that she just wants to eat strangers whole... what's gotten into you, Elizabeth? And why does it leave your cheeks burning? Well, bathrooms would be private, too. Worst that happens, she can squeeze in a stall, right? Decidedly, she huffs and stomps her way into the bathrooms, wasting no time to look at the scene before her. If she was gonna get a snack, she had to make some fast food out of her snack…
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Elizabeth, you hurried to the bathrooms as fast as you could waddle in this state. You were sweating, and drooling... your stomach ached for more, the lemur finally having settled down.
What had gotten into you...? Finally, you looked at the doors. The Prey Bathroom, or the Predator Bathroom?
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Ooohohoho. The prey bathroom is bound to have some cute snacks... Elizabeth takes a moment to catch her breath before walking in, quieting herself down.
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You carefully, slowly stepped into the prey bathroom. You cursed the doorway for the tight squeeze, but thank goodness you managed to get through fine without a wrecking crew…
Though, you worried how many more days you'd be able to say that for. As you stepped in, you looked around. All seemed quiet- One of the far stalls opened, a squirrel woman tossing a rolled up paper towel at the toilet behind her as she pushed the door open
"OH-! Goodness! You... startled me!" she says with a nervous laugh, holding her chest. "Uhm, sorry to say, but... you're actually in the wrong bathroom, Miss. This is.. for Prey only." she awkwardly informs you, gesturing towards the sign on the door with a sheepish laugh.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Finally, that genuine grin would return to her face... All this trouble and waiting lead to this.
And she was starving. Elizabeth leans down and grabs the squirrel by the scruff of her neck, chuckling as she's brought up to the predator's mouth. "Oh, little one, I assure you I'm in the right place... and soon, so will you.~" Down the hatch.
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The squirrel's eyes went wide as she watched you lean down. Oh fuck. She knew exactly what was happening.
Every Prey animal knows someone who got devoured, but... you never expect it to be you. Immediately going into fight-or-flight, she drops to all fours, trying to scamper around you as soon as you try to grab her by the scruff. Your paws close around nothing... oh no... you'd have to actually commence chase.
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Elizabeth, you reached for the collar of her shirt, but all you got was a handful of tail fur, pulling out a few hairs as she scrambled for the door, slamming it behind her... likely to go scream for security. Oh fuck... Your stomach might've gotten you into some trouble here, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Shit... Not much else she can do now. Nowhere to hide, but maybe she can run off to the other casino choices before that squirrel comes back.
Even if she's big, there's plenty of other big Preds walking around, right?? She can get out of here in time, surely. The bear does- to her best ability- a speed-walk out of the restrooms, stopping only to give a quick glance for any danger on the way out.
Narrator
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Elizabeth, you glanced out the door, peaking around... your eyes wide. Worst case scenario. A whole search team was practically building. The squirrel had run back to her table, and told her friends, who were now talking to a security guard. The cow maids had all left the kitchen, and went to find a security guard.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The eight cows and an ox security guard were on their way to the Predator bathroom, and the squirrel's table of five and a shark security guard were on their way to the Prey bathroom. If you tried to run now, they'd watch you waddle your fat ass all the way across the casino.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Shit, shit, shit... Okay. Fine. Plan B.
Just before the group gets close, Elizabeth slides to the other side of the entrance, pretending to walk outside of the predator bathroom and even acting it up by adjusting her outfit, prettying herself up. She's not going to run... she's going to act. Time to put those years of office practice to work... Maybe this can blow over. Hopefully?
Narrator
—There was NO way you were selling this act. You either had to make a break for it, go hide in the Prey bathroom, the Pred bathroom, or just face the riot head-on.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—This was going to be ridiculous... Alright. Time to hide. With the breath still in her throat, Elizabeth quickly waddles into the Pred bathroom and locks herself inside of one of the stalls. Using the toilet as a step stool, she’d climb onto the lip of the back wall.
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You had to act fast. Quickly, you flicked the lights off in both bathrooms, and then... with all the strength you could muster, you started climbing up the stalls.
Luckily, the ceiling was hollowed out with the lights way above, with only about a 10-ft wall separating the Prey and Predator bathrooms. You could get up on that wall and be out of eyeshot... maybe even hide behind a hanging light or two. Lifting your fat legs as quick as you could, you gave a groan as you hoisted yourself up, sweating at the exertion.
With all the balance you could POSSIBLY muster, you held the lights to keep yourself steady, and kept your paws balanced delicately on the tile wall. You watched below as both doors opened, the security guards entering first, a flashlight in both of their hands as they slowly made their way through the room, each of their groups trailing behind them. The shark officer stepped in first. She narrowed her eyes, scanning the stalls one by one... checking for any signs of a struggle or a chase, the squirrel pointing out exactly where you had been.
Behind them was a possum, a rat, a raccoon, and a beaver, all five of the girls seeming to be good friends, all of them putting their hands on the shaken up squirrel's shoulders for support. In the other bathroom, the massive ox pushed the door open, the eight cows flooding the room behind him, scanning wherever his flashlight fell.
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—Elizabeth, you were almost in the clear. They couldn't find anything. Slowly, the ox turned around, pointing for the cows to head out and look around for you.
Crack-
Your eyes went wide. Your paw lurched. These tiles couldn't hold your weight forever. The ox's ear perked, and he glanced around, before assuming it had to come from outside, rushing out a little bit faster. The shark could hear the marching out, and was ready to follow after them, before–
CRRRRRRRRRASH!
Tiles in a perfectly Elizabeth-shaped gap shattered all the way down the wall. The pile of rubble came crashing down on the unsuspecting animals. As the dust settled, you coughed, and slowly opened your eyes, trying to roll yourself onto your paws... just to bump your head against a baton. The shark had her eyes narrowed on you, hand on her hip. "I'm... gonna need you to come with me, Ma'am." the shark said with a snort.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth pants, steadying herself from the wreck and taking full sweep of the situation. Finally, a lone cop. Maybe she can get around this…
"Mmph, hey. Look. Just us two preds trying to get by. They can't hear us, door's mostly blocked off... Let's call this an accident. 700 Units are yours." Elizabeth readies herself. Take the bait...
Narrator
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The shark sighs. She can tell you're in a tough spot... "Listen, lady, I know it's tough for us Preds, but I can't just take a bribe. You scared some of the Prey guests. I just need you to come with me to the security hall for questioning, alright?" the shark says in a slightly less rude tone, reaching a hand out to your shoulder to lead you along.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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The bear's brow twitched, fronted with anger and trying to ignore her shame and fear. The bear flinches back a bit at the shark's motion before ultimately sighing and speaking quietly.
"...Fine. But I want to walk side-by-side. Whoever sees outside doesn't need to know." She pauses before adding to her statement. "I don't plan to run."
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The shark narrowed her eyes at your request... but nodded. She turned to the door, the rubble practically blockading it. With a huff, she leaned down and started picking up the tiles.
"A little help? This is your mess after all." she says over her shoulder.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth sighs, kneeling down and throwing a few chunks of gravel behind her from where it'd been blocking the turn of the door. Not a word from her breath. She knew better than to talk if she had any chance to get out of this mess.
Narrator
—Elizabeth, with a huff, you start helping clear away the rubble from the door while the shark digs the prey out from under the tiles, helping them clean off with a towel and sending them on their way once the door is open.
You hear a clasp! as a pair of large handcuffs are snapped around your chubby wrists, your arms behind your back, and she leads you along. "Come on, Ma'am." She escorts you through the casino, and out the back exit. Presumably some sort of shortcut to the security holding area.
The officer kept you waddling along, before... suddenly, you doubled over, your stomach groaning. The shark circled to your front, leaning down to see if you were alright, before... watching your stomach bulge as it churned, as if something were moving around.
Her eyes slowly widened... and she started to reach for the electroprod at her side... her voice shaky. "M-Ma'am... y-you... are u-under arrest for the... suspected devouring of a living P-Prey animal..." she said, taking a nervous step forward towards you.
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth groans, trying to get the pain under control… before standing up with dignity, and narrowing her eyes at the shark. She sure recognized that bulge in her stomach fast. Too fast.
“Oh… I see. All the drive of a guilt-driven cop trying to make up for their own mistakes. Tell me, how many have you eaten…? I can tell you’ve devoured your own Prey before…” she spits out with a smirk.
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The shark looked stricken as you accused her, an uneasiness immediately tensing her body. She lowered her own stance, outright snarling at you as she tapped the side of her neck, her water breathing tank draining and retracting so she could use her teeth.
"Yeah~? Well maybe I have... And maybe, just maybe, locking you up for life for doing the same is how I atone for what I've done. You're lucky you're too fat for me to devour, you pompous bitch." she snaps.
"I won't say it again. Come quietly, or things get messy. Understand?"
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth's face contorts from one of hope to one of pure rage. It was one thing that she offered this bitch a chance once before, but to throw it back in her face, and insult her?! And to think this squirt had the nerve to say they could eat HER!?
Maybe she'd been willing to be nice about this before, but this was different. For a new resort, it seemed that this place hadn't gone through with the new laws to put muzzles on suspects. And that was just her luck.
"Ain't that so?" She stomps forward, locking eyes with the shark in front of her.
"I'll have you know now, every single one of those shitty little tools on your belt have been tested on species across the galaxy to see if they were effective enough to stop most species. Guess who paid the companies to keep the dosages small enough for bears?"
She gets closer, cracking her neck and starting to test the cuffs behind her. Time to see just how durable these are.
"These little fuckin' toys on me, too. And I don't even need these hands to gobble your little ass up. So take this as your last warning. Say you never found me or I will devour you, sue your whole damn business when you're ass fat, and maybe just sue your fuckin' family for the hell of it when I'm home."
Narrator
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Elizabeth, you clearly watched as the face of defiance turned to one of... unsettled fear. A part of the shark seemed to really take your threat seriously.
She didn't drop the electroprod, ready to leap, but... she certainly hesitated. Even with your hands bound, she seemed terrified.
"Y-You're... bluffing... Y-You don't know who my family is." she shakily argued. This was your chance, now more than ever. She was unnerved, and vulnerable.
You could rush her full-force to try and make a break for it, you could brawl her at a disadvantage with those paws tied, or you could see if you could really make good on your promise of stomaching a shark...
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Just before putting on her (hopefully) final act, the bear thinks things over... before ultimately realizing that testing her gut will be the safest option for this. Elizabeth stomps closer, closer, her breath on the shark's face... and with a grin, she whispers.
"Watch me."
Narrator
—In truth... a lot of what you said about their equipment was bluffs. But... that didn't change the fact that she did not use handcuffs intended for a large, enraged, Breeder predator.
With sheer adrenaline, you used all the muscle you had in your fat arms to rip the chain apart, letting the metal pieces ping across the floor. She swung the electroprod, and you hit her arm with enough force for it to go tumbling across the hallway. She tried to bare her teeth in time, but you were much faster to play that card, your jaw wide already as you brought it towards her head. With a whimper, the shark woman's head ended up halfway down your gullet in a single motion, practically leaping on top of her with all your weight.
You felt her dorsal fin bulging in your throat. You tried not to choke, using all the muscles in your throat to urge her down and swallow. You shoved her shoulders past your maw... her chest... her whole torso...
You felt her sliding, inch by inch, struggling every bit of the way, throwing her weight desperately around, her legs kicking widely against your maw. In truth, you didn't even mind the struggle.
You were busy enjoying your meal... letting the taste of shark coat your tongue... not even minding the taste of her sweat-slicked uniform as it passed further and further down your throat... You even let your hot tongue fall between her legs as you got to her waist, as if just to tease her as she slipped further and further in, licking her underwear line on her way down as a farewell gift, her legs twitching one last time, as if in a moment of sickened pleasure, before finally…
GLOOORRP…
Past the point of no return. She slipped down, her feet finally down your throat, and you suddenly felt your weight shift... You could barely stagger your footing in time to catch yourself from falling.
FWUUUMP!
You hit the ground with a rumble and a bounce, the rest of your dress RIPPING straight off your waist as soon as your belly pushed out against it enough to burst open the last few hanging threads. You looked in front of you to see an expanse of white fur, your belly jostling and shaking as shapes struggled inside... the weight of them moving around making you groan and sway as they pushed against the inside of your stomach... gas bubbling up from your throat in deep belches. Well... you were officially naked now, aside from some skintight panties and some barely-fitting thigh-high boots. Would be hard to pass for much in this state other than the resort's fattest stripper. But... a thought crossed your mind.
You'd now eaten... not just a Prey... but a Predator too. Sure, plenty of Preds had eaten a Prey once or twice... but how many could claim to be a Pred-hunter too?
Elizabeth Sphinx
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Elizabeth stumbles forward, leaning on her furiously active gut and taking in the sight. By the gods... She'd just eaten two people in one day, and got away with it. And not just that, but another Predator!
The realization of her luck fills the bear with relief and joy, giving herself just a moment to rest on her mountainous gut and really just... think. Just how much was this gonna add to her frame? Should she ever show her face here, again? Why does shark taste better than lemur?! Her head was swimming with thoughts, but... ultimately, she couldn't stay. The bear slowly hefts up her enormous gut, turning towards the Team 4 room and beginning her pilgrimage... Oogh... This was gonna be hard to explain to the group...
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—Slowly, you hoist your weight up... gasping at the sheer... difficulty you had keeping your feet under you now. Your gut stuck out so far that it was so hard to keep balanced with, and you had to hold the wall every step of the way. Fuck, this wasn't going to be easy. +95 Fullness, +275 lbs. You are now Overbloated. Dear god... your stomach won't stop turning…
Slowly... you began the long trip back....
[Elizabeth, you receive 1 Luck, and 4 Instinct Points.]
Elizabeth... you couldn't hide. You couldn't care who saw you. Fuck, you could barely breathe at this point without burping and groaning in agony at the pain of tautness and the movement in your gut. So you just walked along the walls, your paw practically cracking the paint every time you leaned your weight against the closest wall. You loomed over the animals, who all looked at you in... utter terror. How could they not? Most of them were so much smaller than you, looking up at the mass of white, sweating fur that cast a shadow across them.
Booom.... Booom…
Each step practically rattled the walkways of the casino. A few animals asked if you needed help, but you just shoved past them, gasping.
GRRRrRGRRGLE…
You groaned, doubling over... as you felt your stomach trying to digest. You felt... so fat. Your ass felt so heavy... your hips were wider than ever. Between that, and the way these animals' looks were turning you on and making your cock swell, you could feel your underwear strain, the waistband fraying around your hips as it was ready to-
SHHHHRRRRRRIP!
A loud burp and a groan came from you as you staggered, feeling your skintight panties explode off of you. You lost your footing, and with a roar, you collapsed to the floor, the casino gathering around like a monster had just come crashing through. Your senses were fading in and out... the last thing you can remember is being slowly, achingly, rolled through the casino...
Why was… everything becoming so… blurry…?