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🕑 Added 2021-02-10 17:06:30 +0000 UTCContains Extreme Weight Gain and Slob
Basically tried to do an Instant Loss/2koma style story but with weight gain where a girl goes from disgusted by a stranger’s fat fetish to an insatiable hog. Not sure how well I did at capturing the premise/spirit of the concept but it was a fun exercise at least!
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"Ugh, do you seriously have a fat fetish?" Abigail said, the slender, dark haired woman’s already haughty expression curling into a sneer of disgust. "Like I'd ever ruin my perfect figure for a loser like you. Get lost, freak."
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"BHOOOOOOOURP!! HRRRRNH...MORE...HUFF...HUFF...FOOD!"
The belching, heaving whale of a woman’s immobile body is positioned dead center in the middle of a room thick and smoggy with her own steamy sweat and belches, surrounded on all sides by mounds upon mounds of junk food. Her massive, flabby double-rolled gut is covered in drool, crumbs, and food stains from the countless meals churning away in her gluttonous gut. The vast mound of flesh gurgles greedily; as full of greasy, fatty foods as it is, it still isn’t enough. Her flabby, useless arms extend outwards, blubbery bingo wings flapping comically as her inarticulate sausage fingers grope clumsily at a juicy triple-decker burger that is just barely out of reach. Even this small physical act took an incredible amount of exertion, soaking her clothes and her corpulent body in even more sweat, and they were thoroughly drenched to begin with. Each flex of her fingers or extension of her arm earned a huff or a pant from the heaving landwhale.
She was so worked up from her hunger and "all" that physical activity that it was starting to stimulate her stomach, making that cauldron of countless calories bubble and churn with gas. It wasn't long before a particularly powerful bubble rose up from her gut, and erupted from her throat with a wall-rattling
(BELCH SOUND)
The cloud of greasy smog further tainted the already stale, inhospitable air that Abigail was basking in. The sound of her thunderous eructation acted as a sort of dinner bell, summoning her feeder in an instant.
"THERE YOU...HUFF...HUFF...ARE. I'VE BEEN WAITING BWOOORP! FOREVER FOR YOU! I WAS GOING TO HUUUUUUURPP!! STARVE!"
Her feeder shuffled into the room carrying a plate stacked high with quadruple-decker burgers, knowing better than to appear before their mistress empty handed.
”UGH, THIS ISN’T (BURP) NEARLY ENOUGH, LOSER,” she said, taking the top burger from the pile and shoveling it into her fat mouth and down her gullet it in only two bites regardless. “SHOULDN’T YOU BE MORE HNNF...EXCITED ABOUT THIS? THIS IS YOUR (BELCH) DISGUSTING FANTASY AFTER ALL.” Burger grease dripped out of either side of her mouth and onto her squirrel-pouch cheeks.
