soft girls 💜

Astra softens her up metaphorically and physically until she's just as heavy and plush, and Astra loves cuddling into her and feeling how soft and domestic Evelyn is for her

Astra starts out chubby and Evelyn starts out buff, but Astra's the type of person to memorize Evelyn's favorite secret indulgent desserts and have it delivered to their apartment every evening just to tempt her (and Evelyn is so canonically useless when it comes to Astra squishing up next to her in her too-small pajamas and going *pleeeeease?* 🥺 holding out a forkful of cake)

Until all their friends just know them as the chubby pair always joined at the plump hips to each other, Astra dragging Evelyn along to try some pop-up crepe stall on the street and Evelyn letting Astra feed her little bites of chocolate and whipped cream like an obedient puppy (whose suggestion that maybe they could go on a small diet got steamrolled by Astra hugging her by the tummy and gushing about how she wants Evelyn to take her to a new buffet place tonight)

Evelyn going from double agent assassin to desk job manager assassinating office chairs

And despite her brutal, rigorous training, she *still* can't muster the willpower to say no when Astra orders her a huge triple-entree lunch to eat together during her break

Astra coaxes and plies Evelyn about giving up her bodyguard role out of concern for her safety and being overstressed at her job

Elephantine human girls wiggling on their mattress trying to get their back folds comfortable, wondering why mattress sizes go "Queen", "King", "California King", "Alaskan King"... like why is Queen the odd one out, why not name all of them king-sized something? Because they've never heard of the concept of "twin" or "full" sized beds

The Guardian-model Angel, made to keep the peace, enforce the AI's laws, and gently, softly, physically *dominate* the last weak little human struggles of resistance to being utterly cared-for and pampered

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Girls slowly getting conditioned to cry for help from a Guardian Angel at the slightest inconvenience, training her to be helpless:

Squeezing against both sides of the doorframe automatically triggers a pressure sensor alert, and a Guardian officer is dispatched to your home to help you

Their tall, broad form practically *dwarfs* you from behind *even at your size*, and powerful hands grip your arm fat before they gently ask you: "Do you require assistance?"

"N-no, I just... um... I just need a little push, it's not that bad I'm sorry you got called out here-"

*She leans in close, her warm mechanical abs pressing against your back rolls.*

"*Shhh.* It's ok. Stop wiggling, good girl. You're fine, I've got you." *She dips her head to press a soft kiss to the crook of your neck, and you feel a pleasantly tingling buzz where her lips are giving you a little sonic relaxant.* "Before I can help you, I need you to request assistance for the record. Ok? Just repeat after me," and she whispers the words in your ear.

"I- I'm too... fat... for the door. And, um... I need help. Please."

The examiners carefully record the thickness of every fold buried underneath her belly apron, and a Soulmate Angel gently pets her little 'w' of belly flab hanging over the harness and tells her she's being so well-behaved by keeping still for them! That they're going to make sure and tell her own Soulmate that she was an extra good girl for her survey, and she deserves to get an extra special treat tonight!

Generations later, when the Angel have a firm grip on society, humans all wear discreet palm-width vibrator pads underneath their bellies, securely nestled in their folds on top of their fupa area

They're always on, pulsing a low, constant thrum against the human girls' cores, making them distracted and wobbly and weak in the knees when they walk and hiccuping little whines of pleasure whenever they talk

The pads are programmed to gradually, unnoticeably increase in intensity whenever their bellies are fuller or when they're talking to an Angel

And this sort of "human census" takes places every ~10 years are so, marked by the AI-driven world corpogovernment announcing a one-time global holiday for everyone to take a day off from their "jobs" etc and get recorded

Billions of humans across the earth getting kissed awake early in the morning by their Angels, trundled out of bed, dressed in a standard-issue grey t-shirt and shorts that everyone was shipped the day before; and waddled into pop-up "census centers" in every sector, to squeeze into line belly-to-ass and slowly shuffle their way up to present their ID code and be "surveyed"

Being "surveyed" involves a full-body scan, stepping onto a livestock scale and holding your arms out and letting yourself be quickly measured and poked around every part of your body, testing for arm flab hang and belly softness and dozens of other metrics about your fatness. Then, a quick snack, and you're put through a series of "rigorous physical exams" like trying to touch your toes, trying to jump in place, seeing how long you can waddle on a treadmill... until finally, sweaty and embarassed and exhausted, they record your scores and send you off to be collected by your Angel and taken out for a treat and then home, while the next heaving fatty is waddled in after you

Some years, the AI takes the opportunity to implement global changes that go practically unnoticed by the humans its taking care of. One census day in the middle of Phase 2, on their way out the door, every human gets stopped by cute Angel in a nurse outfit to give them "a quick pinch before they go!" with a little pen-sized tube. And it's the beginning of all humans receiving regular, monthly injections of appetite stimulants and growth hormones and neural suppressants, just like that with no fanfare

A couple generations later, during the measurement-taking, an Angel is waiting with a small handheld tool, and while they're measuring your tummy hang she reaches up underneath with the tool and gives a tingly little poke buried between your underbelly and fupa

And when they get a checkup at the human doctor specializing in elf girls, she gets told that's perfectly normal for healthy elf girls like her, but that she's concerned she's not getting enough butter in her diet (one of the main food groups for elves!) and prescribes her some appetite stimulants just to be safe

One of the older elven matrons who's still managed to stay skinny by resisting ever trying fast food, after seeing what it's doing to her people

Trying to teach the old ways of archery and magical spellcraft to the second generation of young elf women after first contact with humanity

And they're all already 250 lbs or more, chubby and getting chubbier every day, eating junk food snacks and slacking off on training and they can barely sustain a magical connection with the most powerful sylphwood trees for even a few seconds because they can't meditate without intrusive thoughts about food

Human corporations sending shipments of "free" fast food, butter, sugar, packaged foods, stretchy elastic clothes, soda, massage pads, and all sorts of other unhealthy comforts to all the elven enclaves in their realm as a token of human "generosity"

The elf girls digging into one free sample delivery after another, excited about how kind and generous their new human allies are! Not realizing that all the corporations are looking forward to turning every elf girl into addicted, dim-witted consumers with "jobs" as mana batteries or milkers to pay for all the buckets and buckets of fried junk they stuff themselves with every day ^-^

Fast food chains offering special reward programs for elves, where their first 5 supersized meals are free

Because studies have shown that's how many stuffings of junk food it takes to basically "ruin" an elf girl's taste buds, making her usual diet of berries and salads and bark herbs taste like dirt to her because she craves more butter and sugar so badly

The elven enclaves' academies send scholars on exchange to human universities and none of them come back, because they all end up forgetting about their research studies and becoming overfed fat girls waddling around campus with their human feeder girlfriends

One of the elven High Queen's daughters gets sent as the first ambassador to the human race for a year, along with an entire platoon of royal guards, maidservants, and advisors; the human delegation graciously assigns all of them personal assistants whose job is to "attend to their every need" as they adjust to the human world

And it starts small like giving elves little enchanted rings or lockets that siphon off a little bit of their natural magic aura to let humans use mana for their machines

But then humans discover that the fatter elf girls get, the more mana they can store and produce

And it's not long before you have elf girls shaped like tankers of flab with huge, swollen boobs the size of barrels, churning out mana-infused milk for humans to use and constantly moaning and suckling on a tube of butter as a reward for their hard work at their new "job")

Slim, clever, energetic elven princess being sent as a diplomatic representative to Earth to negotiate a trade deal for this delicious substance that humans manufacture called "artificial sugar" that everyone back in the elven realm wants to get a taste of