I wanted to write a little short with my Expanse OCs. If it's popular enough, I'll continue it.
You fucked up.
No amount of sugar coating would make it any less bitter.
You had one job, and you screwed it up royally! An entire truckload of Expanse had been lost. You couldn’t imagine how much money that was, but even losing a crate was enough to have Big Madame disappear goons like you.
Big Madame was a terrifying woman to work for, but she secretly ran the whole city. She had the potential to make nobodies like you rich, but she also had tastes so exotic it would make a royal’s head spin.
You tugged at the ropes binding your wrists. They refused to budge. The rope was looped around the chair you had been sat on, too. Said chair was also bolted to the floor. There was no way for you to squirm out of this. If you could escape, then maybe you could get out of the city…no, the country before they found you again.
“Dammit!” You cursed to yourself. “It’s all that fat bitch detective’s fault!”
Everyone was aware of Detective Carmine. A PI for hire that had somehow bounced back from heavy Expanse exposure. The doses Big Madame fed her were the type that left someone permanently high. Helpless and only capable of stuffing their face or…some other thing. You had never used Expanse, but you had seen how it got its hooks into people. It was Big Madame’s prized creation.
And a hell of a tool. Every political figure in the town was secretly using it or terrified they could be overdosed with it. Most businesses also had a puppet or two inside to have them double as depots to hide or distribute Expanse.
You were supposed to drive a truck to one of those places. Then that damn detective got in the way. LITERALLY! She jumped in front of the truck and swelled like a balloon! You swerved mostly out of shock. Who wouldn’t when a slender woman suddenly bloated to a size that would make a circus fat woman blush. A flat stomach turned into a fleshy beanbag chair, arms and legs swelled into pillar-like lumps, and her chest nearly tore through her shirt as each breast became twice the size of her head.
Crrkkk
You were brought back to the present. A door upstairs had just opened. Heavy footsteps slowly crossed the room. They were likely headed to the door that led to the basement.
Crrrrrrkkkkkkk
“Oh my,” A woman’s voice sounded. “Can I even fit on these stairs? Leizu, be a dear and lend me a hand.”
“Yes, Misstress.” A second, slightly deeper but still female voice followed.
Your blood froze solid. You remembered that first voice. It was none other than Big Madame. Sure, you hadn’t met her in person, but you had overheard phone calls. Her voice was far too delicate for the woman it belonged to. It seemed sweet but somehow lacked mirth. That was probably when she was focused on business, though.
The stairs began to groan as the figures descended them. The squeaks rose in dangerous sounding crescendos. You eventually couldn’t hear them over your heart pounding in your ears. Eventually, a white dress came into view. It was stretched taut around a massive belly, one so large it had to belong to Big Madame. More and more of her came into view, never seeming to end, before her head came into view.
Big Madame seemed to be somewhere in her 40s. No one knew for sure, though. Her skin was smooth and supple, not as pale as paper, but it was clear she didn’t get much sun. Her hair was a chestnut brown and hung to her shoulders in curly locks. She had a round face with puffy cheeks that melded with an extra chin. A black sunhat adorned her head, accented with a pink ribbon and flowers. Beneath the brim of that hat were two pink eyes that lit up on seeing you.
“Ah, there you are! My little driver~” Big Madame giggled and turned to face you full on.
Her silhouette was beyond intimidating. That detective revealed herself to be a fat ass, but Big Madame was a whole other level. Her width was greater than your height. Her belly was big enough to be a mattress (a slightly too short one). Each breast was more vast than a beach ball and strained her fancy dress. Perhaps more shocking her her arms. Their width was more than your chest, and the black gloves she wore could be like stockings for you. Her hips were wide and supported an ass that could fully crush you beneath it. The legs that somehow held all this woman up were so thick they squished together from cankle to hip.
Big Madame waddled closer to you. Her body had a rhythmic bump in time with her steps. One leg would push her belly as it shifted forward. That would cause her chest to heave, the outer curve then bumping her arm fat. As she came closer, more and more of your view was consumed fully with her. She towered over your seated form, looming like an incoming tidal wave.
The woman stopped a few feet away. The furthest curves of her belly pressed against your legs and rolled over your knees. The warmth was noticeable, but the weight was staggering. You had never been this close to anyone remotely near her size. Your brain still couldn’t believe this felt right. Even at that size, it felt too heavy.
A smaller figure came around Big Madame’s size. This was a woman you had never met, but there were plenty of stories about her.
Leizu.
Big Madame’s highest-ranking enforcer. A Chinese woman with no discernible age. Younger than her employer, but by how much was a mystery. She had porcelain skin and blue hair tied in a ponytail with a poofy grey bow. She wore a Chinese-style white robe with a black underdress and a matching cloth sash.
This woman was slender, which helped to show how massive her employer was.
“Mistress, please leave this one to me.” Leizu tried to put herself between you and Big Madame, but the large woman coaxed her back with a massive arm.
“Leizu, dear, I haven’t gotten to do this in a while. Usually, I’m much too busy. Even you would work nonstop if you had to deal with every missing crate.” Big Madame said before she looked back at you. “Mm, but there’s a difference between a missing crate…and an entire truck.” Her voice became cold. “A truck loaded with crate upon crate. A massive supply that I had plans for! Not to mention, it was entirely undiluted samples.”
Big Madame pulled an oriental style pipe out of her coat. A faint sweetness wafted from it. Every hair on your body stood on end from that smell. You broke out into a sweat when the woman pulled out a bottle of pink liquid.
Big Madame smiled. “I can make more at the drop of a hat, but that shipment was worth a lot of money! If it had been confiscated…Well, I would get it back in a week or so. Flipping the truck is another story.” She poured the liquid into her pipe. The end seemed to heat up automatically. She pressed the pipe to her lips and inhaled.
The vapor she exhaled reeked even more of the sweetness. It hadn’t come near you. Yet your skin tingled, and your head swam.
Big Madame leaned in closer. Her body rolled over yours like a heavy blanket. Her ample flesh morphed around your slender form. The weight was so oppressive that you couldn’t move a muscle. You could have perhaps moved your head, but you were too terrified to try. So, your chin came to rest in Big Madame’s cleavage.
“I’m sure you made an honest mistake, but I have to maintain my image. You understand, don’t you?” Big Madame giggled and took another long drag from her pipe. “Mm,” She spoke from the corner of her mouth. “I’m sure you’ll come to enjoy this. Leizu and I will keep you company all night.”
Your eye glanced at Leizu. She had moved closer. She hovered over Big Madame’s shoulder. One red eye stared at you. If you somehow managed to move…that woman would end you in a second.
You looked back at Big Madame. Her face was closer. Your head couldn’t move back anymore. Big Madame came closer and closer until her lips pressed against yours. You tensed as she exhaled. The sweet vapor flooded your mouth…
And that was the last coherent thought you ever had…