Tags: Slob, gas, Implied weight gain, rapid weight gain and bloating, slight role reveral and bimbo
I love Bleach! Hope you all enjoy this story. I will have more coming this week, since I am off of work. A Fire Emblem Holiday story is VERY likely.
--- The Lovers Awaken ---
Rukia’s alarm went off at 6:00 am sharp and her eyes fluttered open. She spread her arms, revealing the soft and padded biceps she loved so dearly. Once twig-like and small, they were now full figured, with just the right amount of sag. They were not totally without form, but “toned” was a word far removed from any that could accurately describe them. Her yawn was long, letting her slight double chin work itself around her chubby neck. A torrent of long, black hair fell past her shoulders. It was smooth and silky, the kind of smooth blackness that only existed in the waxed coatings of high end automobiles. Her hands, chubby but not fat, played with her hair, showing the full length to it. There seemed to be no end to Rukia’s hair, a constant chord that pulled from a void. She smiled, enjoying the feeling of her own beauty. It was wonderful to wake up, knowing she had achieved her ideal body. She shifted, slowly bringing her treasured body from under the covers and out into the world proper.
A thin and delicate foot connected to a thick and jiggly calf emerged followed by juicy, thick thighs. Rukia’s thighs were enormous, beyond the kind of thickness that was sought after by fitness models. The former shinigami was undeniably fat, but it was a perfect sort of fat. She had no blemishes, dimples, or cellulite marred the unbroken marble whiteness of Rukia Kuchiki’s skin. Her foot landed like a flower petal on water, though the ripples went up through her leg. A second leg, equally as tree-like in circumference, landed moments later. The black haired beauty was up and sitting on the edge of the bed. Her body only grew wider as one followed her legs upward. Mass built, fanning outward until it reached her hips and butt. Rukia was as bottom heavy as any woman had ever been. Her ass bent the bed with ease, its soft bulk pressing down with unyielding force. Her stomach pooled in her lap, an adorable slab of fat that worked to keep her decency. Her breasts had grown along with her body, though only enough to not look disproportionately small. Though, as Rukia fondled them, it had seemed like they had grown overnight. Blessings had rained down upon the raven haired beauty since making her stay in the human world permanent.
“Another day to impress.” Rukia said, squeezing her thighs together. The pressure was glorious, almost impossible to break away from. However, she managed to refrain. Her body was a paradise, but it was a paradise for others to enjoy. She stood, 300 pounds of fat moving as easily as if it were only 100. Her shinigami training had largely been forgotten, forcibly unlearned as she had picked up new skills, but she had never forgotten how to move. The bed quietly moaned as she stood, sad that the warm embrace of her buttcheeks were leaving it. Once standing, Rukia yawned again. She rocked on her heels and pressed her arms upwards through the waterfall of black hair. The strands fell about her plump shoulders and as far down as her love handles. It seemed that with each pound gained her hair had also increased its mass. “Oooooooooo-OH!” She squeaked girlishly at the end. She bounced on her feet, letting her butt jiggle. It simply felt good to be alive, even better to be alive in a body as wonderful as her own. The only thing better was sharing that body. Rukia looked over her shoulder at the bed, it was time for her to be appraised and appreciated by another.
“Wakey-wakey! It was an alarm meant for two!” Rukia taunted the other side of the bed. A large hump of blankets and pillows expanded and contracted as the occupant snored. “Did someone have a late night?” Rukia ignored the fact that she had purposely woken at the very tip of dawn. She padded across the room, making sure she put as much wiggle into her hips as possible. While the apartment was nice, supremely expensive in its design, it also looked like it had been divided in half. Rukia’s side was orderly and well maintained, with modern design choices. The other half was a pigsty. Piles of clothes, bags of fast food, and heaps of dishes were scattered everywhere. It was unimaginable that someone could live in such squalor, even more amazing that it did not touch Rukia’s side. Even as the booty-behemoth wiggled her way through the mess it seemed not to touch her. There was a glow to the rotund woman that shone through the darkness. “Hmmm. . .I see that someone had a midnight snack last night. Too busy eating to sleep again?” Rukia continued to talk, able to expertly point out the old trash from the new. She reached the other side of the bed, standing above the blanket-cave her lover rested in. “Up, up! Time to get me ready for work.”
The only answer from the blanket fort was a deep and troubled snore. Rukia shook her head and leaned down. She moved like a gymnast, as if her weight did not trouble her in the slightest. She was perfection in motion as she thrust out her chair-swallowing butt and leaned down. Her face ducked under the covers, entering into a world of fetid smells and oppressive humidity. Rukia was an angel descending into one of the pits of hell, her brightness beaming through the swampy atmosphere under the blankets. The occupant was a dollop of fat, snoring and sweltering in her own fumes. Rukia only giggled, searching out her lover’s face. She found it, meeting lip to lip with the disgusting blob she slept next to. Her lips found a pair bigger and fatter than her own. Rukia’s lips had become full as she progressed through her beautification quest. These, on the other hand, were mass monsters. The bottom lip alone had a water balloon’s heft and jiggle. With one hand pressing between her thighs, she kissed her lover. Rukia’s kisses were soft and expertly placed, whilst her awakening partner’s were sloppy and erratic. Rukia led the other woman out from beneath the covers, pulling her head back with each meeting of mouths. Bit by bit a pig was revealed.
The swine that Rukia fed and bedded every night was large, far larger than Rukia’s adorable but sizable weight. This woman was easily double Rukia, her raw mass almost confusing to look upon. Rolls of tanned, sweaty, stained, greasy fat appeared as the covers were taken away. Naked breasts, fat and glistening, shook themselves into the open. Pink nipples rested in the center, inverted because of the sheer size and mass. Next came a gut which could fill a trash can alone with its size. It was a round and singular orb, though distended from sheer weight. It flopped like a walrus moving across a white beach, putrid sweat leaking from a well-like navel. To speed the process of waking along, Rukia took a free hand and threw the covers back. The smell of b.o filled the room as the sheer slovenly nature of Yoruichi Shihoin’s body was revealed to the world once more. Sleepy, amber irises looked up into Rukia’s bright, lavender eyes. “Good morning, my slobby tabby.” Rukia’s hands went to Yoruichi’s body.
“Uugggh. . .Morning. . .it’s so,” FRRRRRUMMMFFFFRRRTTTT! Yoruichi was cut off by an explosion of gas from her rear. She winced, knowing more was to come. “Early. Uuugggh. . .bbbllorrruuup. . .sorry.” Yoruichi said, thick and clumsy fingers grasping her gut. Flabby forearms pressed into the dark skinned bulk. Her stomach had emptied of food overnight, even processing the snack she had hours earlier. In place, she had once again been filled with noxious fumes aching for freedom. BRRRFFFFFPPFFFRT! Another fart trumpeted out, making her enormous and sweaty asscheeks slap. Her whole body shifted when she expelled the gasses formulating in her bowels. Rukia, sharp eyed even years removed from combat, noticed every detail. The corners of Yoruichi’s mouth turned down as she sensed a fart coming, her hand clenched her gut in an effort to pin the gas down, and her purple hair blew as the greasy wind exited out of her sagging ass. Rukia’s body tightened as erotic sensation ran its way through her nerves. “Too much. . .OOORRRRUUUP. . .spicy ramen.” Yoruichi belched as she spoke, all grace removed from her speech.
“So my round cat snuck some snacks in the middle of the night, and now her boisterous booty and belly are tattling on her.” Rukia scolded in a playful manner. She put a hand on Yoruichi’s enormous hip, letting her heaviness seep onto the fatter woman. She lightly shook her morbidly obese lover back and forth, hoping more gas might escape. While Yoruichi’s stomach stayed silent, Rukia was treated to rivulets of sweat trickling out of rolls. “Now I don’t feel so bad for waking you up early!” Rukia smiled, leaning down fully to kiss her lover’s flabby bottom lip. Yoruichi was blanketed first in Rukia’s long hair and then in kisses. The obese cat kissed back, trying to hide her embarrassment in sexual passion. A tanned hand reached up to paw at Rukia’s tender love handles. She ended up swiping at air, Rukia moving away with ease. The slobby former captain was left in surprise as her chubby girlfriend stood up.
Rukia looked down upon the pile of sodden fat which took up half the bed. Her eyes shone with lust, excited to spend another day with her immense lover and her rancid backside. “I’m going to shower, I wouldn’t mind an audience.” Rukia winked, tapping Yoruichi’s gut with a round buttcheek. “Bring your stinky, noisy friend as well.” With that, Rukia turned and started to walk towards the bathroom. Her butt slid back and forth, the little crease at the top of her crack dancing back and forth. Yoruichi blushed, remembering when she could move her hips with such sensual ease. Her blush deepend as she realized Rukia was better even than she had been at it.
--- Morning routine ---
“Hey Yoruichi, look at this!” Rukia said over the running of water. She leaned back slightly, letting her soapy ass flatten against the glass. Water and suds were trapped as her jiggling rear left a deep imprint on the door. “Have you ever seen something so clean and shiny?” Rukia slowly scooted her butt back and forth, a rubbery squeaking echoing over the sound of running water. The short woman continued to rub her ass on the door even as she returned to shampooing her long and lustrous hair. It took nearly an hour for Rukia to fully clean herself, though it never seemed like she needed it. She seemed to exist in a state of perfection, a mirror to her purple haired girlfriend.
“Lovelier every day.” Yoruichi’s familiar purr curled out like steam. She had seated herself on the large stool in the center of their spacious bathroom. It was the one seat that could handle Yoruichi’s heaping fat. Even then, she had begun to fully outgrow it. Her naked fat flopped and drained out into empty air. The cushion of the stool was crushed and hidden by Yoruichi’s sweaty asscheeks. The poor stool was drenched in sweat and unfortunately seasoned by Yoruichi’s gaseous eruptions. The humidity in the bathroom was brought to choking levels by renegade Shinigami’s constant sweating. Thick beads of stinking perspiration welled up on her skin, traveling down into rolls to never be seen again. “I’d say mine is a bit bigger though.” Yoruichi remembered a bit of her playful self as she watched Rukia shower. She had spent long days and nights relaxing naked in the springs of the Soul Society. However, that had been long before other changes had taken place. FRRRRUUMMMMPPPPTTTTTH! Steam swirled violently as other vapor joined the room.
“And smellier!” Rukia retorted, blowing a kiss over her shoulder. She shimmied her large rear, matching the boisterous fart with the clean squeaking of her butt over the glass. The difference between the two women was made manifest in their hefty rear ends. Rukia had a derriere. While certainly big and heavy, it was always playful and cute. A person could grab a handful or two and be greeted only with jiggles. Yoruichi, on the other hand, had a dumper. Gigantic and untamed, her ass made its presence known through constant claps and foundation shaking farts. It was fun to play with as well, but dangerous. Yoruichi had little control over her stomach or the tunes it played via her butt, often embarrassed at the inopportune moments it asserted its flatulent dominance. Rukia turned slowly, pressing her body to the glass. It was every bit as fat and lovely as her backside. “I better wait until the smog clears a little out there.”
Yoruichi squirmed on the stool, trying to adjust her massive rear. "Ah, well. . .I wouldn't be worried." She tried to banter back, but struggled. She could handle being fat, enjoy it even, but the descent into abject slobbery had been a bitter pill to swallow. The constant sweating, roiling gas in her stomach, and uncleanness were too far of a departure from what she had been before. She had been a confident, even slightly arrogant woman. Her curves and confidence had been used to unsettle and tease others. Now, however, her body unsettled most people and got her teased. "I thought you liked it, anyway." Yoruichi winced as she caught a glimpse of her reflection of the opening shower door. A wet and dripping Rukia tip toed her way out, her wet feet slapping on the tile floor whilst her voluminous derriere shook droplets of water in all directions. Yoruichi was soon being fondled, clean water battling her excessive grease.
"Ooooh, I love it!" Rukia’s eyes were wide and shining with debauched glee. She wrapped a hand around the dark skinned woman’s expansive side, reaching for her couch cushioned butt. Expensive, well manicured fingernails squeezed and kneaded a butt that had destroyed scores of chairs. Rukia shook the handful of blubber vigorously, waiting to feel ripples spread back around to her own doughy body. The two women's bellies jiggled in sync, with Yoruichi dominating Rukia’s small belly-shelf. She licked the fat, drooping lip which fell down onto Yoruichi’s chin. Rukia could only play at lifting the puffy expanse. "You should be proud of your body, Yoruichi." Rukia’s eyes shined even brighter as she felt a disgruntled grumble from within her lover's gut. Another blast was being readied. Rukia’s hand grasped Yoruichi’s gut. "Come on. . .just one more before I go to work."
"Rukia. . .I uh. . .you're so clean." Yoruichi fumbled over her words. "I don't want to. . ." GGGLLRRRUUUUUK! Her stomach interrupted, belligerently announcing its growing frustration and intentions.
"I think you're out voted." Rukia tapped her nail just above Yoruichi’s deep belly button. Her finger sank into the smelly expanse of blubber, a pale streak of cleanliness on a vast tableau of corruption. The hand which grasped Yoruichi’s dimpled, beanbag buttcheek slowly moved over. She wanted to feel the explosion at the source, but a little bit of discretion was always warranted.
“Well. . .uuurrrup. . .I don’t know if I can on command.” Yoruichi blushed, knowing she absolutely could. However, she struggled letting her body be free in such a disgusting manner. She had always loved her graceful, catlike femininity. Trading it for a boar’s stench and attitude seemed wrong, contrary to who she was.
“You know I can help with that.” Rukia put a hand to her girlfriend’s sweaty, stained stomach. Manicured nails, lovingly done by the most expensive shop in Tokyo, grasped and jiggled the wretched and reeking fat. There was a fain thrum of power as Rukia summoned a kido. “I’ve been developing something special for you. Think of it as a training regiment. A way for you to learn a little. . .self-love.” Rukia’s gut fold slapped onto Yoruichi’s, her naked cleanliness fighting with Yoruichi’s dumpster of a body. “Let me guide you.”
Yoruichi turned away. Another role reversal. She had trained Ichigo and Byakuya even before that. Yet, now she was the one that needed training. Further embarrassment came with the knowledge that it was only to unlock more of the dark, dank, smelly side of her that Rukia had been nurturing. All the same, as the tanned woman looked into those sparkling purple eyes, she could not say no. “Bbbllluurrrrruuuuup. . .Fine.” Her tone was at first defeated, but her confidence sparked as she felt Rukia’s naked heaviness. “Just make sure you can handle whatever I turn into.” She purred, vestiges of her old personality resurfacing. She winced as a tremor spread through her stomach, gas once again trying to dislodge itself. She tried to contain herself, but a small fart ripped its way out. Ffrrrrrrrrttttt. To her credit, Yoruichi continued to hold her confidence, grabbing back at Rukia’s rotund buttcheeks.
“I think I’ll manage.” Rukia winked. Her hands began to glow and she placed them to either side of Yoruichi’s gut. Strange spirit pressure unlike anything Yoruichi had ever felt flowed into her. It encompassed her body. A thick warmth spread through her fat. Yoruichi opened her mouth to deal with the internal heat as oily sweat re-lubricated her rolls. She felt heavy, almost drowsy. Her stomach blimped outwards, gas expanding within her. Yoruichi liked her puffy, fat bottom lip as she tried to deal with the rapid changes surging through her person. She moaned as her stomach grew ever more swollen. Yoruichi came close to begging for the Rukia to stop, but she was silenced with a single finger. “Sssshhh.” Rukia calmed her pathetic, slovenly lover. “No backing out now.” The tightness became overbearing as the Kido finished its work. Rukia hugged Yoruichi. “All done! How do you feel?”
BBBRRRRRRRRRMMMMMFFFFFFRRRRPPPPTTT!
The gaseous explosion erupted out as a thick, brown cloud behind Yoruichi. The clean steam was blown away in a tempest of noxious gas. Yoruichi moaned, swooning at the glorious release of pressure. She gripped Rukia tightly, feeling the smaller woman grasping at her dimpled buttcheeks. The purple haired Shinigami soon felt her lover kissing at her lower lips, sucking at the puffy expanse of fat. Rukia was relentless, biting and nibbling at the rich facial fruit. There was enough size on Yoruichi’s lip that Rukia could kiss it and she could still speak. “Wassscch. . .OOORRRUUUP. . .that. . .it?” Yoruichi asked, knowing the answer.
“Hardly, but I’m sure you will manage.” Rukia stood up and walked towards her spacious closet. She began to put her clothes on for work. “Just relax into it.” Rukia took her own advice as she pulled up a blue thong. She snugged it tightly between her own large buttcheeks, tugging it up to create the perfect amount of wedgie. Next, she stepped into a business skirt. She had to hop a little to get it over the creamy hills of butt fat. “Eat lots of food, go for a little walk, and enjoy the day!” Her head popped around the corner, long hair trailing nearly towards the ground. “And text me everything that happens!” She smiled, the room lightening even through the haze created by Yoruichi’s toxic rear end eruptions. “We’ll talk about it at dinner tonight. I got us some reservations.” Rukia then ducked back into the closet, pulling together the rest of her outfit. Her heart fluttered at the thought of what was to come for the two of them.
When Rukia finally walked out, she wore a slim skirt and tight blue blouse. Rukia was the model of a pampered, overfed secretary. Yoruichi could not help but lick her lips, drinking in the overtly sexual beauty that was her lover. Rukia, seeing Yoruichi’s growing lust, pranced over on her tiptoes. Despite her weight, she moved quickly. She gave her blobby lover another kiss, practically sucking the older woman’s fat bottom lip. Traces of Rukia’s icey blue lipstick, applied with the same thick distribution as fat across her body, were smeared across Yoruichi’s lip. The pair moaned, falling into open lust. Overcome by a desire that had not existed moments ago, Yoruichi tried reaching a hand around Rukia’s skirt. She wanted to grasp and hold the bubbly thickness which dominated Rukia’s lower half. Shaking, sweaty hands pawed at Rukia’s pantsuit. However, the slobby catgirl was stopped by a giggle and a gentle hand. “You at least have to buy me dinner first.” Rukia’s confident voice ran through Yoruichi’s ears. Before the fatter woman could respond, Rukia was prancing away to her job. Yoruichi was left cradling her own sagging, swampy fat and aching for more. She watched
--- Breakfast ---
“Aaaah, isn’t she the cutest?” Rukia beamed as she turned around to show a photo of her and Yoruichi to one of her coworkers. Her long, flowing hair had been tied into a loose but professional bun. She rested a sucker in her mouth, the stick having turned blue thanks to her lips. Her pillowy rump swallowed her chair. Rukia ignored the mountain of work that had piled up in order to gab. She worried little about her job safety. The constant squeezes and pinches her boss gave her were proof enough she was going to stick around. Rukia was thus free to rub her unique relationship in her coworkers’ faces. “Just look at this!” The picture frame was split between two photos. The first had been taken shortly after arriving in the human world. They were both skinny and looking like their old selves. That photo was of two women that had helped Ichigo defeat Yhwach. Rukia and Yoruichi had both been ready for a break, tired of the Soul Society and the dramas that played out there. What had started as a small vacation had become a new life for the pair, each discovering new things about each other.
The second photo was them as they were now. Rukia dressed in something highly fashionable but scandalously tight. Yoruichi wore sweatpants and a crop top shirt, pooling sweat visible on both pieces of clothing. Rukia held Yoruichi’s dimpled arm tightly whilst the morbidly obese woman bit into a burrito so big and toxically greasy that it had required three wrappers to contain it. Her coworker politely complimented the photo, but obviously did not understand the relationship. She saw Yoruichi only as a collection of sweat and rolls, missing the beauty which lay within. “I love her more every day!” Rukia clicked her long, manicured nails on the glass. She remembered the intensity of the belches and farts that Yoruichi had unleashed in the aftermath of the burrito. Yoruichi might try to be bashful about her new body, but Rukia knew a true monster lurked within. And it was her job to bring it out.
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Yoruichi put a hand to her gut as she slowly waddled down the stairs. She wore only a bra and panties, but even that felt restrictive. Her panties were wedged deeply into the sweltering crevices between her thighs and butt. They were subsumed by fat on all sides, their lacy purple fabric hidden from view. Her gut rolled within the confines of her panties. Almost painfully, the shinigami turned slobby arm candy had pulled her panties up and over her paunch. Her breasts had the same bare minimum of containment, the thin fabric strung to maximum tension. Breast fat oozed between the decorative holes and patterns of the bra, with sweat and grease running down the little network of stitching. It was expensive underwear draped over a body that had been used like a tent. Yoruichi felt remarkably out of place in them, just as she felt out of place in the high class, expensive lifestyle that Rukia had earned for them. That feeling was only furthered today as Yoruichi fell further under the experimental kido’s effects.
“BBBBLOOOOORRRRUUUP. . .Why do I. . .let her do. . .hooorrup. . .these things?” Yoruichi used one hand to grasp her stomach, trying to hold in the gas. She tried to push spirit power through her gut, trying to quell the rising tide of discomfort. Her stomach only raged in response. It belched fire and gas, turning the remnants of her meal last night into a toxic brew. Yoruichi was bloated beyond belief, her steps even slower and fraught with gastrointestinal agony. At her weight, well over 700 pounds, moving was a chorre. Even under the best conditions she could only manage a slow waddled. Now, traveling downstairs with a ballooned gut, Yoruichi moved even slower than a snail. She took the steps one at a time, gut slapping at her thighs. Every couple of steps she would double, stomach turning into knots. She would pant, sweat dripping from her long, unkempt ponytail. Moments later, her stomach would forcibly relieve itself. BRRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPTTTTT! A noxious fart would roll out, brown smog rolling out like ink from a scared squid. The warm, humid, smelly haze would engulf Yoruichi before slowly fading. Whatever gas was blown away by the air conditioning was quickly replaced more seconds later.
In those moments of greatest weakness, feeling her vital essence slip out of her as rancid flatulence, Yoruichi would lick her fat and distended lip. It was her way of reminding herself that this was for Rukia. She was learning how to make her happy, even if it cost her mild discomfort. Today, however, things were even worse than normal Her stomach burned with pent up fury, stirred by the spell that Ruki had cast. FFFFRRRRRRRPPPTT! Her buttcheeks acted as a blast furnace as sweltering gas rushed out. Yoruichi reached the bottom of the stairs, doubling over as her stomach was tied in knots. “BBBBLOOORRRRUUUP!” She belched into her knees, hoping to lighten the pressure. It seemed as if her stomach only grew heavier and hotter. Rukia’s devious kido made Yoruichi grow gassier, even making her visibly bloat outwards. The natural sag of her stomach was replaced with uncomfortable tightness as it filled with fermenting stink. No matter how much she was able to burp or fart out there was always more forming. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she was beginning to get hungry.
In between the bouts of intense flatulence, Yoruichi’s stomach gurgled and cried for food. That hunger had grown mighty as she made the slow trip down the stairs. Now, only a few hundred feet away from the kitchen, she felt like she might pass out. It was only her fighter’s resolve that kept her going. Yoruichi threw her weight from side to side. Her gut sloshed in her panty-holster. Sweat flew whenever the brown mass reached the apex of its lateral motion. Droplets littered the ground at Yoruichi’s passing, dripping from a hundred rolls. A cloud followed her, made up of gas, grease, and sweat. She panted, feeling her internal heat rise. She had never felt so swollen. Rather than two belly folds, Yoruichi had a singular orb of fat and gas. Though, unlike other gasses, the ones in her stomach only made her heavier. Each step weighed her down more. Three steps past the stairs only took her as far as the pristine white couch. She gribbed the back of it, overcome by another attack. BRRRRRRMMMPPPPPTTT! Deep and brassy flatulence shook the living room furniture.
Expanding with each boisterous toot and belch, the brown and oily cloud which heralded
Yoruichi’s passing started to occlude the interior of the penthouse. The riches and trinkets afforded by Rukia’s job were lost to the toxic mist. Yoruichi shuffled through unfettered opulence, drenching it all in her stink and grease as she passed. Partially delirious from her upset stomach, it seemed as though her life had inverted. She had a nicer living arrangement than Unohana’s shop, but her body was in an impossibly worse condition. While the familiar elements of her old body still existed, they were a grotesque parody of their former glory. Her march to the kitchen only made her more aware of the state of her body.
Her stomach sagged out, its bifurcated mass dripped wretched sweat, her creases seeping with gallons of horrid smelling perspiration. Above her gut rolled the sloppiest pair of tits to ever exist. Whilst they had kept their perky shape, even after growing to rival watermelons, they were doused with stains from every meal she had eaten in the past month. They seemed to glisten more than the rest of her body, a river of grease pouring between them. Rukia, at least when it came to her girlfriend, had become staunchly anti-bra so Yoruichi let them flop freely. They slathered her upper gut with grease in time with heavy and winded steps. Behind this parade of fat came Yoruichi’s ass. Never did a more foul, dimply, sloppy booty exist. It shook languidly after each step, big jiggles followed by small ripples. Her asscrack seemed to be omnipresent, pants unable to keep it buried. The Society had two gates to hell, and one happened to be a quaking pair of asscheeks.
Yoruichi tried to take all of this in stride. She knew Rukia loved her body, but it was hard to see how. She felt like a blimp tasked with hauling garbage. Her days were spent packing as much food into her body as possible and then cuddling with her girlfriend as her body turned it all into gas and fat. As Yoruichi waddled into the kitchen, she realized that it was time to start once more. Resting on the counter was a final love letter from Rukia: several boxes of freshly prepared and well stored ramen. They sat like little warehouses of calories. Each box was filled to overflowing with nutritionally devoid, calorically intense food that was designed to provoke Yoruichi’s gut. To complete the picture a little note had been left in front of them. It had Rukia’s telltale cutesy bunny drawings, though chubby black cats had been mixed in. Yoruichi couldn’t help but smile as she read the note.
Hey Cutie, make sure you eat every last bit! Also. . .no showering!! And send pictures. No. Showering.
Yoruichi tucked the note between her breasts, the ink and drawings smearing instantly as the delicate paper touched her corrosive sweat. Her anxiety was lifted as she thought of her girlfriend. It was nice to be appreciated, even if it was dubious what she was being appreciated for. GGGLLOORRRRRK! Yoruichi’s stomach gurgled, putting her mind back on the task at hand. For the sake of her stomach and her lover, Yoruichi would enjoy the ramen. Popping the lid off of one of the tupperware cases, the kitchen was filled with new smells. Delicious and mouthwatering food smells battled with the eye-watering stench that came off of Yoruichi. Noseblind to her own body odor, Yoruichi’s attention was consumed with the smell of the ramen. She was seized by the strongest desire to eat that she had ever felt. The kido powering her more base traits flared back into reality, making her hunger spike. The obese woman lurched forward towards the ramen, stomach squeaking as it was dragged across the counter top. Soon, Yoruichi had the box of ramen in her fat hands and was slurping the noodles and broth down.
She ate with her gut plopped upon the counter and the box tipped up to her chubby face. Noodles, broth, veggies, and hunks of meat rained down upon Yoruichi’s tanned skin. Her stomach wobbled back and forth, looking like a huge hunk of brown dough. Yoruichi ate ferociously, hardly even tasting the meal. The feeling of food entering her stomach helped to boost her confidence. She felt a strength returning to her limbs that was long absent. Whilst the pangs of gas were still present, at the very least they were quieted by the delicious offerings. She practically bathed herself in the food, slurping and sucking it down without any attention to manners. The first tupperware box went down in record pace, with the second following quickly behind. Her position changed as she feasted. The first box she ate stood up, but the second she ate spread out on the counter. She spread her warm gut and breasts across the counter, food just past her breasts. She perked up with every bite, thrown into a world of oral satisfaction. Her ass and hips gyrated as she made her breasts filthy with food scraps. Thick dollops of sauce sprinkled down on her cleavage and counter. A pool of sweat was spreading out under her. BRRRRRRRRMMMMFFFFRT! Yoruichi farted, hardly even aware besides the jiggle of her gigantic buttcheeks. She continued to eat, losing herself to the magically enhanced sensation.
At some point Yoruichi’s knees grew weak enough from pleasure that she slipped from the counter and onto the floor. She left a trail of food and belly drippings behind, but pulled the uneaten containers with her. Her ass thumped onto the floor and shook the room around her. FFFFFLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTT! Another fart burst from her ass, dislodged by the landing. Yoruichi paid little attention, instead whipping her sweaty ponytail back over one shoulder and continuing to eat. The third box was tipped up to her lips and allowed to fall inwards. Her bottom lip wiggled, having bloated along with the rest of her body. It was actual work in order to get her mouth to close around the lip of the plastic container, her jaw working to control her succulent lip. Once the third box was emptied, she moved onto the fourth. The contents of the final container were split between her mouth and her cleavage canyon. Feeling drunkenly full, Yoruichi slopped the food in carelessly. It was more about the sensation of food hitting her thickened lips and body more than filling her stomach. The gratuitous display ended with her sitting in a pile of food, with a hand massaging her folds.
“I’ll. . .BBBBLOOORRRUUP. . .give it to her. . .oouurrrruup. . .she sure knows. . .BURRRRUUUUUP. . .how to treat a girl.” Yoruichi belted out burps between her musings, enjoying the feeling of fullness. She knew the gas would return, but at the very least she had peace for the moment. Yoruichi played with her stomach, enjoying the heaviness which was taking effect. In order to give her stomach the space it was due, Yoruichi heaved her legs apart. She had to rock on her gluteal padding in order to generate momentum. One buttcheek would lift, returning to peak roundness whilst the other was pancaked upon the floor. FFFFLLLRRRFFFRRRT! Yoruichi leaned too far to one side, inviting another wave of gas to exit her rear. She was caught, frozen as the fart continued on without end. BRRRRUUUUMMMPPTT! It was a deep, moaning foghorn that was able to shake the beanbag buttcheek which was held aloft. When finally it was finished Yoruichi slammed her body down, the floor cracking under her a bit. “Ooooouuugggh. . .She would have loved that one.” She said, her thoughts trailing back to Rukia. It was strange being the trickee and not the trickster, but there were times Yoruichi didn’t mind as much. As if on cue, her cell phone buzzed.
Earth to Lazy Kitten. . .I have a job for you! Buy you lunch if you can do it?”
--- Waddle to the Store ---
Rukia checked her watch, mentally calculating the time since she had cast the morning kido. She factored in the approximate time since her lover had eaten, scratching out some notes on the paper below her. It was nearing noon and she had done little other than doodle. Calls had gone unanswered, papers unfiled, and meetings unattended. Instead, Rukia had spent the day doodling and painting her nails. “Should be just about time for the real fireworks to start.” She mused, tapping her pen to plump lips. While not nearly as voluminous or outright fat as Yoruichi’s, Rukia’s lips were still pleasantly full. The same could be said for Rukia’s ass. It was large and heavy, but without the sag or defects that other women possessed. She was the perfect trophy girlfriend for Yoruichi, a woman to complement and reward the other woman’s slobby hugeness, but not detract from it. Rukia had formed and sculpted her body in order to give Yoruichi something to enjoy everyday, something that the fatter woman could pour all her lust into. Though, Ruki had begun to worry that the message was becoming lost on Yoruichi. She worried that the fatter woman was starting to doubt her own brand of beauty, instead viewing Rukia as the one to be put on a pedestal. She could not allow that to happen.
“Let’s just give her a little treat!” Rukia said, pushing her large rump away from the desk. She stood up from the warped and dented chair and walked towards some of the empty offices in the far corner of the building. She trotted with her arms crooked and her booty bouncing, unconsciously trying to attract as many stares as possible. Her long, loose hair slipped further out of its ponytail. Her jiggling breasts popped open several buttons. The tatters of Rukia’s professionalism faded away as she entered into the lonely, unoccupied office. She whipped her head back and forth, freeing the rest of the hair from the loose bun it had been in. “Just a little something to enjoy!” Rukia said, switching her phone between picture and video mode.
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Yoruichi felt her tits vibrating. Miniature droplets of water flew through the air, stirred up by the violent shaking of her phone. A little chime played, though the tone was distorted by the sloshing of her cleavage. The phone was tucked under one of her large, fat breasts. It was bathed in the sort of liquid corruption her body was best at spewing out. Droplets of foul smelling leaked into the buttons and circuitry. While the phone had been waterproofed, it had little way to stand up to the corrosive perspiration and other gunk that Yoruichi could accumulate. “What could. . .BBBLBLOORRRRUUP. . .she want now?” Yoruichi moaned, her body once again falling to pieces. She ignored the text, instead focusing on swinging her arms and maintaining momentum. Texting Rukia could wait, Yoruichi was too focused on completing the already assigned tasks. Her body was already making that more difficult than she wanted. She was operating on borrowed time. The kido was catching up to her once more.
Yoruichi glanced at a window as she passed by a building. Dysfunction was written across every inch of her bloated body. Further, she could see it getting worse in real time. Her body rose in real time, flooding outward like dough rising in an oven. The spell had not been satisfied with the meal she had eaten. Rather, it had used it as fuel to progress to the next stage. Yoruichi was growing supernaturally gassy again, but was also getting fatter. She watched her reflection more, not stopping as she waddled down the street. Her face grew fatter, eyes scrunching up as her cheeks bulged. Her lip plumped up, looking like a frosting squeeze bottle working in reverse. Fat filled out her bulging lip, pulling it down towards her chest. It would have plenty of free space to land as her breasts were now so big that they fell to either side of her gut. The chain reaction of fattening and consequences spread down the rest of her body.
Most of her paunchy belly was on display, not covered in the slightest by the sweatshirt she wore. It was now plunging towards her knees, hellbent on an eventual collision with the ground. The sagging apron of fat tugged her sweatpants down, giving glimpses of the brown blubber which was not totally exposed. Yoruichi’s ass behaved similarly to her stomach, forcing its way out of her pants. Inches of circumference were added along with new dimples. Both of her assets were boisterous, bratty queens who demanded that their presence be known through gurgles or farts. BBBBRRRRRMMMMMPPPFFFTRRRT! Her farts had grown in intensity, size, and smell along with the rest of her body. Her stomach fermented them, having become a cauldron of smelly vapor. Once properly stewed, her butt released the airborne toxins. With each renewed blast of swampy air, the world around Yoruichi grew dimmer and smellier. Yet, she pressed on through it all.
“Sccchooo. . .BBBLLLUURRRUUP. . .clooosscch.” She whined, seeing her target up ahead. A tired arm reached out for it. Her breasts continued to vibrate, text piling atop texts. For a moment Yoruichi was tempted to reach for the phone. Rukia was often an addiction as much as she was a person. She was everything that Yoruichi had wanted in a lover: beautifully thick, intellectually sharp, and up for a challenge. The world had melted at Yoruichi’s former beauty and status, caving to her on a whim. She had quickly grown bored with her status, instead using her time and energy to playfully taunt those around her. Few things, especially romances, were worth keeping up. That all changed with Rukia. Yoruichi had been studied and read, with Rukia making every correct move. She swore it was for the best for both of them, but Yoruichi had a hard time seeing that. Granted, in her current state, she was having a hard time seeing anything. Yoruichi’s eyes were blurry with sweat and wayward hair.
The curse, or blessing, she had been put under was working to transform every inch of Yoruchi. It was not just fattening her, it was encouraging growth and extremity throughout her whole body. Her sweat glands pumped perspiration out, making her look like she had just gotten out of a pool. Dark stains formed wherever too much fat touched her clothes. Each heavy footfall had a circle of water droplets around it. Rivulets raced from under her jowls, running unobstructed between her breasts. The would tuck into secret rolls and gullies until they magically sprung from her bifurcated gut folds. Yoruichi’s belly button was a deep well that never ceased pouring out rancid water. However, there were even further changes happening. Yoruichi felt her hair growing, matching the outpouring of sweat and fat.
Her hair grew like plants under time lapse footage. Tendrils of purple crept down Yoruichi’s back side. Her bangs lengthed, though they were plastered to her forehead. The troubled tan woman wiped her forehead with thick sausage fingers. She grasped fistfuls of living, growing hair bathed in her own sweat. Extra centimeters of purple hair soon turned into inches as she became ever more unkempt and disheveled. Yoruichi had made good on her promise to not bathe, letting her hair turn into a damp mess on the walk to the store. Her ponytail clung to her back, stuck between meaty shoulder blades. It had grown so long and shaggy that it nearly reached past her sagging buttcheeks. The end of her ponytail was limp, flicking only with the strongest winds. It seemed to mimic her general tiredness, unable to stay upright. Yorucihi waddled on, her drench rope of hair rolling across her back. She had almost reached the store. Mere steps away, Yoruichi’s mind drifted between her deteriorating body and the shortening distance to the store. Though unsettling, focusing on the changes wracking her body made the journey shorter. Yoruichi cataloged each and every change, noting them down to report to Rukia. She knew her lover would just laugh and tease her, but Yorucihi felt compelled to tell her.
She might have started to text her that very second, had her gut not finally made contact with the door to the store. With a greasy splat, the fat apron that was her distended paunch slammed into the door. She shivered as her warm, oozing flab pressed against the cool glass of the door. Fog spread over the glass, sent from the muggy heat of Yoruichi’s body. Slow to react, made drowsy by her intensifying slobbification, Yoruichi too another step. Her gut pushed further into the door and splayed outwards. FFFFFRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMPPTTT! A fart rumbled out of her, running from the pressure of the door. Deeper and wilder than the gas that had come before, Yoruichi bit her heavy bottom lip. She gripped the bar which functioned as the door handle. While meant to allow people to enter, for the moment it would serve as Yoruichi’s brace as she disgorged the gaseous content of her stomach. BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRMMMPPPTTT!
A windy aftershock came again, making Yoruichi’s butt shake ever further out of her sweatpants. She gasped, unable to stop herself. The obese woman leaned on the door, gasping for air. The bar bent under her weight, threatening to break. “Oooooohh. . .pleeeassccch. . .” Yoruichi’s moans were almost sensual in nature. FRRRRRRRPPPT! Her long hair fluttered in the toxic wind. She leaned forward, breasts pushed up by her bingo wing biceps. Control left her body as the kido put on a show for the world. Yoruichi bemoaned what was happening, but even that was turned into a graphic display of slob. “Noooo-OOOORRRRRUUUP. . .more.” Her belch was as sizable as the backend eruptions from moments before. Her mouth hung open, huge bottom lip swinging back and forth like the pendulum in a clock. “BBBBLLOORRRUUUP!” She belched into the glass, unable to stop herself. For just a moment, it felt good to relieve herself. She had fought with her troublesome digestion all day, giving into its demands was a relief. However, that lasted only as long as it took for a salesperson to tap on the glass. Horrified, Yoruichi fell backwards. She landed, body cutting through the clouds of stink she had released.
“Uhhhm, may I help you?” The saleswoman said, sticking her head out of the door.
“Yeesscch. . .uuuggh. . .here to. . .shop.” Yoruichi said, slowly as she tried to stand. Caught under the ruthless pressure of gravity, her fat was pinned to the ground. Her naked asscheeks spread sweat and grease over the pavement, leaving a perfect outline in dark patches. Yoruichi tried to tug her sweatshirt over her gut, but it had grown past the point of being covered. Instead, her heaving gut was allowed to roll freely. It fell between her thighs, sections of it cradled by colossal saddlebags. “Gotta. . .OOORRRUUUP. . .buy. . .schome. . .” Yoruichi paused, again hating the errand that Rukia had sent her on. “. . .lingerie.” She finished, strength seeping out of her. She slumped forward, watermelon sized breasts almost touching her thighs.
The saleswoman shook her head. The whole scenario, especially the woman, smelled rotten. She was close to turning the other woman away, but felt a ping at the back of her neck. A customer was a customer, no matter how disheveled they were. As she thought, the woman’s face turned into a crafty grin. Certain policies came back to her mind, not particularly consumer friendly ones. The store had a no refund policy as well as a “break it, buy it policy”. It would not take long for this mound of blubber and grease to snap one of the delicate lingerie sets, earning her a useless set of fabric for a high price. “Come on in then! We have so much to show you!” The saleswoman walked down the stairs, ready to help the beleaguered woman to her feet. Her hands sunk into Yoruichi’s arm blubber, the cuffs of her shirt absorbing some of the perspiration and body odor. The saleswoman sniffed and frowned, trying to block her nasal passages. She didn’t mind getting a little dirty for a sale, but this would be challenging.
--- Assistance ---
“Miss Shihouin, may I be of any assistance?” The woman knocked on the door, trying to summon Yoruichi out of the changing room. After unabated minutes inside, the saleswoman had started to get worried. The thumping, banging, and the other sounds of a large woman moving around an enclosed space slowed and stopped. However, the awful sounds of slob had continued and intensified. “BBBLLOOORRRRUUUUP. . .I’m. . .hufff. . .fine.” Yoruichi belched and then returned to her normal wheeze. Her voice was thick and quiet, hardly above a whisper. The waddle to the store combined with the kido’s effects had utterly drained her. The tiredness had only continued as the assistant had shown her around the store. Motivated to get the biggest sale of her life, the assistant had taken the obese woman to every corner. She had ignored belches, farts, wheezes, and the sounds of ripping clothes in order to be as hospitable as possible. Flirtatiously she had paraded different sets of thongs and bras to Yoruichi. Each one was more expensive than the last, designed by gods of the fashion industry. It was almost a crime that they would go to coddling Yoruichi’s corrupted body. “Miss, I would be happy to-”
FRRRRRMMMMMMBBBBTTTT! The walls of the dressing room shook as the newest fart was unleashed. Dark colored smog billowed out from under the door as well as over top. The saleswoman jumped back, afraid that the horrid stench might leaving a lasting mark on her. “Schoorry. . .uuuggh. . .just. . .OOOORRRUUUP. . .wrapping up.” Yoruichi grunted and tried to move, summoning whatever strength was left to her to move her body. The flimsy walls of the dressing room shook as elephantine hips slapped against them. Yoruichi’s unique and morbid body chemistry had turned the dressing room into a deplorable sauna. The ever present veil of sweaty mist which surrounded the dark skinned woman had started to condensate on the wood paneling of the little room. Each second of exposure cost the paneling more of its lifespan. The former soul reaper’s body worked to spread the sweat around and her gaseous explosions added more heat. The woman herself struggled just to move, trying to reach the door and let herself out. It seemed that no matter which way she turned, her body was crushing or breaking something. Her naked rolls made rubbery squeegee noises as they wiped the walls and door. Yoruichi’s was naked, save for the pair of thong panties and see lacey bra that she had forced on. Perhaps foolishly, she wanted to ask the other woman’s opinion.
“Could you. . .BBBLOOORRUUP. . .give your. . .thoughtscch.” Yorucihi said, fumbling past her gut to try and reach the handle on the dressing room door. Her stomach had grown even thicker, bloated with equal parts fat and gas. Every movement was pain and pleasure combined. Pain would build as Yoruichi tried to move, the roiling storm in her belly detesting motion. However, as the pain reached its heights there would be the pleasure of relief. BRRRRRMMMMMPPPTT! Yoruichi let loose another toxic blast as she fumbled for the door handle, her entire body shaking as the stinking wind was released. She felt her buttcheeks clap together, hitting with the force of soft mallets. She could at least enjoy the feeling of her buttcheeks sliding together, copulating with sweat as the lubricant. Yoruichi might have detested her stomach and the awful noises and smells it fermented, but she could not help but treasure her butt. She was almost willing to overlook the sins it committed regularly. BRRRRMMMPPPT! She farted again, the release of gas shrinking her stomach just enough to let her grasp the handle. Yoruichi escaped the sweltering makeshift sauna in a cloud of her own gas.
“I. . .ooooorrruup. . .doescch thisssch. . .look. . .BBLOORRUUP. . .good?” Yoruichi asked, bent over double. She pushed her fat hands into her non-existent knees for stability. Her ponytail drained down her face, a lighting rod to direct the currents of sweat and grease leaking off her head. The bright lights of the showroom beamed down on Yoruichi, burying themselves in her rolls. Her breasts traveled down her legs whilst she was hunched over and her voluminous ass reached towards the ceiling. The attendant tried to find the lingerie, wanting to give as informed of lies as possible, but could not make out which rolls they had been sucked into. Yoruichi may as well have been naked for as well hidden as her bra and panties were. The bra was hidden only as long as she stayed double over. Her breasts flooded overtop of the flimsy lace whilst her bulging bingo wings blocked the view from the side. Her thong was much better hidden. The stretched pieces of fabric floated in a world of darkness, pulled hither and yon by a vortex of constantly moving fat. The waistband was covered by enormous love handles on the side and Yorucihi’s wrecking ball gut on the front. Meanwhile, her ass devoured the line of indigo from the back.
“I think, well, maybe a small adjustment!” The saleswoman said, unsure of how to approach the situation. She tentatively walked forward, afraid that proximity to Yoruichi might ruin her clothing. It was like approaching the sun, with oily heat radiating off of the obese woman. Yoruichi looked up, her expression dazed and weak. The attendant poked her fingers into Yoruichi’s flab, slowly raising the other woman up. Rolls shifted and sagged, no longer bulging from pressure. The attendant felt her hand get covered, almost sucked in by the running blubber. She felt currents of sweat moving through the canals of blubber. “Hard to appraise your beauty when you aren’t standing up.” Sweat trickled down the attendant’s neckline, she could feel the gas bubbling up in Yoruichi’s gut. “Yes. . .well. . .I think it looks great!” She tried to say, wanting to rush from the purple haired woman’s side. She knew what was coming and would do anything to escape it. Anything, that is, besides give up on a sale.
“Are you. . .bbllurrruup. . .sure?” Yorucihi belched a little, though she knew where the lion’s share of her gas was going. “I jusscccht. . .need to impresscch. . .someone?” Her voice grew slower and unfocused as her attention was paid to her stomach. Her gut bloated outwards, the pressure starting to build again. Trying to keep focused on the discussion, Yoruichi reached a clumsy hand behind her and made feeble attempts to pull her thong out of her crack. “My girlfriend. . .scchhee wantscch me. . .oorrruup. . .to look. . .sexy.” Yoruichi sighed, her doughy, broad shoulders sagged as the first bouts of non-toxic air rushed out of her. Her thoughts turned to Rukia. She was so confident in her body. It was hard for Yoruichi to follow anyone’s lead, even when they were as assured as Rukia. She had little doubt that the slimmer woman would approve and fawn over Yoruichi’s choice of lingerie, but she could hardly understand how. Not for the first time, the slobby woman tried to understand what Rukia saw in her. Their ideas of the “perfect” partner seemed so skewed. How could anyone enjoy what she had become?
“You look wonderful!” The clerk said, wrapping one hand around Yoruichi. Afraid that she might be losing a sale, she swallowed her disgust and pushed herself close. Sweat dripped and ran onto her clothes, weighing her down. The clerk’s nose wrinkled at the overwhelming body odor, even more pungent now that she was near the source of it all. Yet, a sale was a sale. “You just have to be willing to work it.” The smile that came upon the clerk’s face was broad and false. Her hands tugged and lifted Yoruichi’s breasts, tugging the floppy pumpkins into place. Trapped sweat rolled down the fatter woman’s folds, freed to spread their evil smell. “The lingerie doesn’t wear you, you wear the lingerie.” A thin hand trailed down Yoruichi’s flabby back rolls until it reached her mighty asscheeks. A torrent of sweat rolled between the massive sacks of dimpled blubber, yet that did not stop the clerk from diving in. She twisted the end of Yoruichi’s thong around her finger and started to tug it out.
Yoruichi’s ass bounced up and down heavily. Like a sack tied to a rope, the dimpled cheeks followed the thong upwards. Surprised, Yoruichi leaned forward a bit. She put her hands on the wall, trying to find some stability. Her huge, heavy butt wobbled back and forth as the clerk freed her thong. It mattered little to the saleswoman how much of Yoruichi’s inherent stink she was getting on her, so long as the fat woman bought the clothes she was currently stretching out. The clerk spread the little bit of fabric at the top of the thong. It was like a lace napkin trying to cover two wrecking balls. It would take only one step for Yoruichi’s butt to pull the thong back into the sweltering abyss. The strip of fabric would be tossed about by the walls of fat, shoved from side to side as the sweaty cheeks clapped. However, for the moment, the upper portion of fabric could rest comfortably. “You know, you have a LOT to work with. You just have to be willing to use it to your advantage.” The clerk said, giving a little pat to Yoruichi’s butt. Her hands sank into the blubber and a spray of grease blew backward.
“Oh. . .uhhm. . .thank you.” Yoruichi said timidly. The irony of the clerk giving beauty advice to the lavender haired woman was laughable. Even with her current confidence issues and the oppressive squalid state of her body, Yoruichi was a goddess. It was a peasant trying to lord over a queen. Whilst Yoruichi was too ashamed of herself to comment, such cosmic injustices rarely went unpunished. “Maybe I. . .oooohhh. . .will.” The obese woman grabbed her stomach as she spoke, trying to control a new surge of energy from within. She was getting fatter and gassier again, the kido redoubling its efforts. Her stomach billowed outward slowly, filling with both fat and gas. At the same time, Yoruichi felt her butt growing. The little thong was swallowed up by buttcheeks that would have swamped any couch. Yoruichi shifted her stance, planting her tree-trunk-like legs to support her growing weight. Her hands continued to clutch her stomach. Though to the saleswoman it looked like Yoruichi was demurely avoiding a compliment, she was really trying to hold back a brewing storm.
“I think that’s a great choice!” Sensing the final sale was near, the clerk decided to push her luck. “Could I interest you in a couple extra pairs? A girl can never have too many!” The clerk reached down, grabbing Yoruichi’s stomach. Her hands massaged the deep gorges of fat, fingers reaching in between rolls that went several inches inward. “I want you and your little girlfriend to have LOTS of fun.” The clerk gave Yoruichi’s belly a jiggle. Her hands strained to move the enormous pancake folds of gut fat. Further, she felt the deep and turgid rumblings happening below the surface. In her arrogance, the clerk wrote them off as hunger. She assumed a woman as big as Yoruichi needed to eat around the clock. While not necessarily wrong in her thought process, the conclusion she drew would have dire consequences.
“Yeh. . .ooooohhhhoooo. . .yescch. . .” Yoruichi groaned. She made a slow and feeble attempt to draw the clerk away from her stomach, but to no avail. The other woman was set on trying to entice Yoruichi into a sale through sexuality. While a good ploy for the sex starved, body conscious woman, it was only making things worse. The kido continued its nasty work upon Yoruichi. Her stomach rumbled fiercely, growling and roaring like approaching storms of thunder. She tried to take a step forward, wanting to give space between herself and the clerk, but the other woman only took her hand.
“Don’t you want your clothes?” She pointed back to the pile of stained and soggy grey workout attire. “Can’t have you strutting your stuff idecently.” The clerk laughed, slapping Yoruichi’s bare ass. “We want you sexy. . .but not that sexy.” Her small hand landed upon the brown planetoids, lifting one of them up. It dropped like stone, slamming back into place. Yoruichi gritted her teeth, trying to hold back the forming bubbles of gas. She tottered around, body seeming to slosh extra because of the gas. She waddled towards her clothes, hoping the clerk would go up to the register and get the sale ready. Unfortunately, the woman continued to tail after. “You know, you should bring your girlfriend in here. I’m sure we could find something for her too.” The clerk said playfully, her tone seeming to doubt Rukia’s existence. It was hard to imagine a soul as wayward as the one in front of her had been able to find love of any sort. It was the same question that Yoruichi often put to herself, only edged with cruelty. “Always happy to have another customer.” The clerk watched as Yoruichi bent over. “Especially one with as much to work with as you!” Happily, she gave the morbidly obese tan woman’s ass a small tap.
The tap was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Yoruichi had been trying to bend over, working to put her clothes on. Her arms had been dangling, trying to force themselves past the drooping folds of stomach fat. Yoruichi’s concentration had been forced upon her mobility, willing her fat and bloated body into action that was beyond her capabilities. Such distraction weakened the hold she had over her stomach. With the little love tap provided by the clerk, Yoruichi’s mind was freed totally for a moment. Thus was her gas allowed to escape. BBBRRRRMMMMFFFFRTTT! The fart blew backwards, a torrent of toxic gas. It rolled outward like a thunderhead cloud, blanketing everything as it passed outward.
BBBBLLLRRRRMMMMMPT! Another followed in its wake, a tsunami of wretched gas. Yoruichi’s mouth dropped open at the sudden release, almost happy that the pressure was exiting her stomach. One hand gripped her stomach, fat fingers sinking into the warm dough. The other planted itself on the pile of clothes, trying to stabilize herself. FFFFLLLRRRRRT! A third fart left her asscheeks, with both quaking madly. The shop was covered in clouds of oily brown, a hazy rancid mist. Yoruichi gasped, trying to put her clothes on before further destruction could be wrought. Her thunder things refused to move and she struggled to lift their heavy masses. Sweat dripped from her face, trickling down into extra chins that had not existed before. One fat foot managed to find its way into the leg of her sweatpants. The floor shook as the flabby leg landed on the ground again. It shook a second time as Yoruichi plopped into the second pant leg. She worked the pants up, trying to force them up her corpulent form. Gray cloth slipped and stuck on sticky food remnants. Yoruichi grunted, trying to heave her pants into place. BRRRRRPPPPPPTTT! A final cloud of gas burst from her cheeks as she yanked on her pants.
Through the haze of gas the store was hardly visible. A choking smog of booty fumes now blanketed it, with most things lost to view. Yoruichi intended to pay for her lingerie, but she found that the saleswoman had been knocked unconscious by her releases. Yoruichi instead waddled to the door, trying to escape the mess that she and Rukia’s kido had created. Her body lumbered through the store. She knocked and bumbled against clothing wracks, unable to see through the smog that she herself had created. She moved slowly, now fattened to the point where mobility was becoming an issue. The 600 pounds she had started the day with had now ballooned well past 800. It was only the inherent strength she had as a Soul Society warrior that kept her mobile. Her stomach rocked past her thighs, flopping onto her knees. Her butt more than filled the aisles she waddled through. Her lumpy, buttery asscheeks felt the clothes on either side of aisle; grasping at clothes she had not been able to try on. Yoruichi plodded forward, simply trying to escape the store and her growing guilt.
She left the store ruined, its inventory totally soiled beyond washing. Yoruichi made a mental note to ask Rukia to send some money as a way to make amends. Plodding through the streets of Japan, she left the store far behind her. With her mission accomplished, all that was left was a meal with her girlfriend.
--- Slovenly Supper ---
“Sounds like you really blew them away.” Rukia laughed gently after her comment. Her belly bounced in her lap. The motion was polite and even understated for a woman hovering around 300 pounds. The long haired woman had learned secrets to controlling her body that Yoruichi had never managed. As Yoruichi had descended into ever increasing levels of slob, Rukia had become more refined and beautiful. Her eyes were bright, the purple irises shining so vividly they seemed almost to glow. She had changed from her work clothes, slipping into a figure hugging purple dress. It was black and white, evoking the profession she had left in the past. Her seemingly infinite hair draped over one shoulder, cascading down to tickle at her full bosom. “I can always trust you to make a lasting exit.” Rukia spoke just a little too loud, subtly involving the tables around her in the conversation. It was the politest way to brag or call attention to oneself. It was also yet another trick she had picked up from the business world. She scooted her chair closer to Yoruichi, this time using a tool to keep the world focused on her affairs.
Rukia was unafraid of getting close to the slovenly collection of rolls that she had lovingly cultivated. Somehow, Yoruichi’s stink and food remnants never left their mark on Rukia. What otherwise stained and ruined the world around Yoruichi had no effect on her extremely curvaceous girlfriend. The shorter woman was free to snuggle up to her lover, mingling their bodies without fear of consequences. Rukia now lived in a world without consequence, having become too rich and womanly to care. Ignoring the other patrons in the restaurant, Rukia began to play with Yoruichi’s fat. Her long, painted nails drifted to the exposed belly overfilling Yoruichi’s lap. She smiled with girlish innocence, making her actions seem even more lewd. Rukia kissed Yoruichi, unabashedly running her tongue along a roll. “Hope you saved some for me.” She whispered, giving Yoruichi’s stomach a loud slap.
“Not. . .uuurrruup. . .here. . .” Yoruichi bashfully turned away. Her fat rested on four chairs, booty sweat swiftly ruining all of them. The kido had worked it’s wonders, enhancing Yoruichi’s unseemly attributes to new heights. Her hair had become messy and frazzled, only held in the loosest ponytail shape. Her clothes did little to maintain any semblance of modesty. Rather, they served to make her look that much closer to nakedness. Her stomach had grown to the point where it rested both under and above the table. Grease collected on the table cloth, a semi-circle fanning outwards as grease drained off of Yoruichi. She felt hot and slow, her body’s internal temperature having risen thanks to the kido and accumulation of new fat. Yoruichi grew even hotter as fresh embarrassment set in. The entire world was drawn into her, forced to focus because of the cloud of noxious stink that swirled about her. “Let’s. . .bbblluuurrruup. . .just have. . .OORRRUUP. . .a nice dinner.” She wheezed between belches, the mere act of existing was tiring.
“And why not both?” Rukia spoke with such certainty, like she was ignorant of social norms. Constant praises and success had done much to dull Rukia’s concerns about the rest of the world. Meanwhile, constant flatulence and piggish behavior had only heightened Yoruichi’s awareness of it. The huge woman tried to squirrel away as advanced, intent on getting her way again. “I knnnnnooooowww that belly of your’s has things it wants to get out. Make a little space for dinner!” Rukia tapped Yoruichi’s gut, summoning the beasts that lurked below the surface. Sympathetic gurgles and rumbles came moments later, as clearly audible as a person speaking. Rukia cocked her head to the side, letting her hair dip even lower. “You know, this was about us having fun.” She winked as a final punctuation mark on the thought.
“Fun for you. . .bblloorp. . .maybe.” The purple haired woman rolled her eyes, trying to look away. Feeling another belch coming on, Yoruichi raised a hand to try and block it. As she lifted her arm, another wave of olfactory horrors were unleashed. The deep sweat stains under her arms were revealed, showing just how much perspiration she had let off recently. Pungent body odor filled the immediate area, even stronger than what had been in the air prior. The pair were interrupted as a table next to them erupted into coughs, splutters, and gags. Yoruichi clamped her arm back down, trying to seal off the unholy stink that she had unleashed. Her arm slammed into place, sending reciprocal jiggles through the rest of her spongy body. The chairs underneath her creaked as the waves of fat washed on their wooden shores. The fat woman almost tried to hide in her bulk, her mass of chins squishing down between her breasts. “Besides, people are going to hate it.”
“But I’ll love it.” Ruki’s answer was quick and warm. She took one of the rolls resting on the table, stuffing it into Yoruichi’s mouth. Trained well, the humongous woman ate it without question. More than that, she savored it. She chewed thoughtfully, letting her tongue parse out the tastes of bread, butter, and season olive oil. “Cooome on, be my stinky kitty.” Rukia pressed her will through the food she fed Yoruichi. Another roll slathered in butter was sent hurtling into a plump mouth that was never satisfied. The basket slowly disappeared, brought with wicked intent to Yoruichi’s mouth. Even things as innocuous as bread and butter would turn to woefully horrendous smelling gas. Yoruichi’s twisted and knotted digestive system would see to that. “Just one, please!” Rukia made another attempt as the basket of rolls was emptied.
“Ooooohhh. . .why. . .BBLOORRUUP. . .though?” Yoruichi leaned back in her chair, already feeling the carb-bloat setting in. “Why do you. . .OOORRRUUUP. . .want me. . .schooooo. . .gross?” Yoruichi asked out of desperation. She felt sweat renewing on her body, building in greater amounts now that food was in her system. Her body was preparing. Smelly dribbles of salt water meshed with crumbs of bread and smears of butter. Fat dollops of butter lay on her tits, slowly dissolving as the torrent of grease was renewed. A loud gurgle rumbled its way through the lowest portion of Yoruichi’s gut. The demons of gas within her were waking.
“Well. . .mostly because it’s cute!” Rukia said, once again revealing her love of all things adorable. She hugged her sodden lover, swimming in the flood plains of grease and sweat. Food that had been lodged for days now came loose as rolls shifted. “You’re like a teddy bear.” Rukia wrapped her finger around Yoruichi’s unkempt hair, toying with the frizzy ends of the world’s most jagged ponytail. “But also, because it’s for you.” For a moment Rukia’s tone changed. “You’ve had to lead others for so long, taking on their burdens as your own. Always hiding or training.” Rukia’s long nails pinched and teased Yoruichi’s butt, giving a deep massage to asscheeks that were fully exposed. “When we made those promises, I thought about how I could help you.” Rukia’s hand began to jiggle and slap the gigantic buttcheeks. Her hand was almost lost in Yoruichi’s cavernous butt crack. “You wanted freedom and a way to escape responsibilities. Maybe this is a little different from what you ever pictured, but it works!”
“Rukia. . .” Yoruichi tried to speak, but was lost for words.
“Just lean on me, Yoruichi.” Rukia’s tone was warm but with an underpinning of sternness to it. “You won’t ever have to lift another finger. Eat, drink, and be gross!” Rukia’s silly, business bimbo tone returned. She planted a kiss on Yoruichi’s sagging cheek, leaving a vibrant lipstick smear.
Yoruichi put a hand to where the kiss had landed. It was like a little blessing, stealing her worries and concerns. A smile touched her fat face. “I’m pretty it’s supposed to be ‘eat, drink, and be merry.’”
“Being merry doesn’t free up a restaurant for us.” Rukia put her other hand to Yoruichi’s stomach, almost trying to push the forming gas out. Gas was again bubbling below, ready to explode in any direction that Yoruichi would let it. Her stomach jiggled and wobbled as the storm brewed within. Already, the meaty expanse of gut fat was expanding outward, forcing Yoruichi’s thighs fat apart. A reddish tint grew across her belly as it was stretched to its breaking point. “You get everyone away and I’ll make sure to feed you plenty.” Rukia’s hands started to glow as she summoned the energy for another kido. “How about we see what a pile of kitty blubber looks like?” Rukia’s hands drifted up to squeeze Yoruichi’s breasts, the magic held in her palms waiting to be unleashed at any moment. Both women were at the bring of utter liberation, waiting to unleash the forces held within their bodies. “I will love you out of feeling awkward.” Rukia gave a final, emphatic promise.
“Uuuggh. . .fine.” Yoruichi’s resolve crumpled, just like it had a thousand times before. “Just. . .BBBLOOORRUUP. . .feed me. . .HOOOORRRUUP. . .a lot.”
“You’ll be the biggest woman in Japan. . .for tonight at least.” Rukia said, letting her kido go. Spiritual energy rushed into Yoruichi. Her body absorbed it like a sponge, taking in every bit of stray energy and power. She bloated up even faster than before, her stomach pushing the table away. Food digested in an instant, bloating and fattening Yoruichi in an instant. She leaned forward, letting the table hold her arms and breasts. Her stomach oozed onto the floor, pooling between her feet and her chairs. Yoruichi’s ass expanded over the chairs, making them bend and twist before cracking. Underneath all of her fat a tremendous pressure was building. It was hard to breathe, the gas within her stomach becoming painful. She took small, sharp breaths as she readied. Massive asscheeks were snapping and burying the final remnants of her sweatpants just as her soggy, bulging biceps ripped through the sleeves of her sweatshirt. Finally, Yoruichi knew the moment was right.
BBBBBBRRRRRRMMMMMMMPPPPTTTT! FFFFFRRRRRPPPPPTTTT!
The restaurant was bathed in hellacious stink. Rolling clouds of flatulence rushed out of Yoruichi, scaring people from their seats. Confusion reigned as people tried to feel from the restaurant. Rukia switched between giggling and kissing Yoruichi, who was busy disgorging every bit of gas from her tortured stomach. She belched and farted, pouring hot gas into the restaurant. Her body continued to grow, the kido turning her into a lumpy mass of fat. The table was crushed under her stomach as were the chairs that she had been sitting on. Her face grew new rolls, drooping down onto Rukia. Yoruichi was pushed upwards, growing taller by the sheer mass of her stomach. Articulated joints became distant memories as her arms and legs were ensconced in fat. Yoruichi rested in the middle of the restaurant. Fat, gassy, and ready to be fed.