WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Menat (Street Fighter) Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting) and Sexual Content
The young fortune teller’s readings go strange as she looks into her own fate as the slobby leader of a group of hedonists. Though she resists her destiny at first, her devotion to her new life increases as she grows fatter, gassier, and more obsessed with pure indulgence.
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"Do not try to strain yourself," Rose explained, her voice as imposing as ever as she strolled through the dimly lit room. “You must let the soul power flow through you naturally,” she continued, the long, locks of black hair perpetually sticking out from behind her head bouncing with each determined step. “That is the only way you will see the future that you seek.”
The wise words of her master only left Menat with frustration. Clasping her head of neatly trimmed, purple hair that reached past her chin, she tried to refocus herself by adjusting the golden rings around her cranium. The purple fabric connected between her arms rested against her trim figure as she desperately searched for anything that could give her the push she needed. Unfortunately, all she could think of at the moment was picking up a new version of her black and purple leotard. Preferably, one that wasn’t so big for her lithe body.
As the young fortune teller let her mind wander towards her next shopping trip, a glimmer in the purple crystal ball forced her to refocus. A spark of interest drew her in closer as the cloudy image began to clear up. Leaning forward in her seat, she continued to let her powers flow in order to see a very important future. Specifically, her own.
Once the image cleared up, what Menat managed to see was a large, dimly lit room that resembled the innermost chamber of a stone temple. The scene passed over images of dozens of robed figures whispering chants in an ancient language. The various symbols painted on the walls and floor gave her an unsettling feeling that she was peeking at something she shouldn’t.
For the first time ever in a fortune telling session, Menat got a whiff of an odor coming from the vision. The aroma was an overwhelming mix of noxious fumes and lust that made her crinkle her nose. As disgusted as she was by the smell coming off of the orb, it seemed to beckon for her to keep going. Even more so once she managed to see an imposing, large creature’s visage in the center of the chamber.
The flickering candles in the room slowly illuminated the hundreds of pounds of dark brown flesh before her. Sweeping through the scene, she managed to see the various robed figures busying themselves with picking out chunks of food from the massive belly’s folds and hair follicles. Passing over the large backside, she winced as a few of the followers willingly let themselves be engulfed by a PHHHHRRRRRTTTT that came spurting out. Her disgust for the gassy outburst paled in comparison to her reaction upon seeing dozens of people using the mass of flesh’s enormous breasts to pleasure themselves in various ways.
Urging the vision to look elsewhere, Menat moved the image up the figure’s multiple, fatty chins. Reaching the top of the mass, she began to shudder as she recognized familiar locks of purple hair held in place by golden circlets. Upon seeing a set of emerald green eyes staring back at her, she could only keep herself in place up until she heard the mix of a moan and a blech erupt from the plump lips. She was sent over the edge once she realized how much the husky voice resembled her own.
“Ahh!” Menat shouted, falling backwards out of her chair.
“Are you alright?” Rose asked, lending a hand to help up her apprentice. “What did you see?”
“I’m fine,” Menat said as she got back to her feet. “Wait, you didn’t see what was in that vision?”
“No, it was something only shown to you since it was your own future,” Rose explained. “However, I am more than willing to help with interpreting the vision. Please, tell me what you saw. I may not be able to change your fate, but I can at least try to help you along your way.”
“It was a, um…”
Menat paused, struggling to both properly explain what she saw and say it out loud without embarrassing herself. “It was a… really strong fighter.”
“How strong?” Rose asked, the look in her eyes making it clear she had seen straight through the lie.
“Strong enough that I think I need to do some more exercise to practice,” Menat replied, grabbing her crystal ball and hurriedly making her way out of the room. “I promise I’ll come back later and prepare your bath.”
Before her master could say anything else, Menat sprinted off. Not stopping until she was sure that Rose wasn’t following her, she looked back down at the orb. Though the image of the strange scene was no longer present, she could still get a whiff of the strong odor lingering about. Placing a palm against her flat mid-section, she told herself that what she had seen wasn’t real. Hearing the growl from her stomach, she eased her mind with the simple thought that it was all just a side effect of missing lunch.