Doughy, Lethargic, Unhealthy Ame

Muse list

"Should I get a birthday cake with chocolate in it or should I get a chocolate cookie cake for my birthday, because I like both but I can't decide. Help me choose!"

How is Nitori gonna act like Yomi’s a defect when the kappa would fold to an infinite supply of cucumbers smh…

"I see your point, but cucumbers are much healthier. That Yomi looks like she's on death's door with the truckloads of butter she's consumed."

"Hey everyone! It's been a little while... The other kappa and I have been doing well in the meantime, hard at work building bariatric equipment and the like."

"But it's come to my attention that one of the Yomis we've mass produced has gone a little... haywire. She's not even responding to her name anymore. Keeps insisting she's called "Butterslut". Sure looks the part."

"I really don't know what happened here, but she's too far gone, ruined beyond repair. We've tried to get her back to thinking properly, but her greasy addiction's utterly consumed her, and her brain's been fried from extreme levels of dopamine. Butter's all she can think about."

"She'll be replaced by a properly functioning Yomi immediately. Well, "functioning" is a relative term. All of them have the tendency to eat themselves into uselessness, but you get the gist."

"Don't worry about ol' Butterslut here, she's not going away, just stored somewhere safe with all the butter she could ever ask for and more. I heard she's been getting all nice and close with this "Breadfucker", so we'll arrange something for the two of them. As for you all, I know Yomis love their butter, but try not to break the next one's brain too hard, okay?"

"Mmmmnngh... Mhoooarrr... buhddehhhrrr..."

Bread crumbs and butter stains tarnish the floors and furniture of their shared apartment, an indication of their months of hedonistic feeding. Butterslut, still fighting off the ever-present lethargy and nausea she deals with these days, only musters the strength to pick up Breadfucker's newest delivery due to the promise of a butter-assisted handjob following the exerting task. Thanks to so many similar rewards, her fupa and underbelly smell distinctly like butter~ And she'll return the favor once her shipment of butter arrives, tending to Breadfucker's buried treasure~

Behold, Butterfucker! Combined both glutton's appearances, weights, and libidos to form an incurable degenerate.

She's thinking about bread and butter literally all the time. It's like all of her survival instincts have deteriorated into nothingness, and all that's left are the states of either eating bread and butter or pining for it.

Somehow their dopamine-filled brains don't realize how insane (and how cute) they sound~♡

The adorable degenerates just see it as any other conversation. I mean, who doesn't like talking about their interests?~

Both lardballs have reached the point in their respective food obsessions that they can't stop themselves from pleasuring themselves with said food... Husky wheezes and perverted giggling punctuate the gooners' rambling as the debate heats up. They even go so far as to give each other demonstrations why their choice makes for a better tool~

They eventually come to a compromise when they figure out that if they each use the other's preferred toy, Breadfucker can munch on the loaf that the pinkette just used as an onahole while Butterslut drools over the butter slathering her flabby friend's cock~

What tipped you off that she's completely addicted? Was it her fridge stocked with butter to the point where it has trouble closing?

But yes, a diet consisting of nothing but butter isn't exactly kind to one's health. Butterslut can't muster the energy to do anything anymore, at least not without the incentive of more butter. This sense of lethargy persists whenever she's not slumped over in a butter-induced food coma, rendering her a useless butter-filled mound of a girl. And the chest pains that plague her never seem to quit... Having one bloated hand gripping the chest fat above her lard-clogged heart is her default state.

Girl that's conflated butter and sex so badly that even the smell of butter gets her debilitatingly horny. And she can't even masturbate without a stick of butter in the other hand.

Stores across the country have been running out of butter, cooks all over are panicking that they can't find the essential ingredient anywhere...

All due to the titanic sea of blubber spilling out over the landscape, the inhuman amount of butter she's consumed giving way to countless tons of the mountainous pinkette. 99.9% of butter the country produces now goes directly into the massive tank connected to a tube that's pumping Butterslut full of the product she was named after 24/7. Her eyes half-lidded in pure ecstasy as she swallows each mouthful, the excess dribbling down her chins in rivers of butter that extend all the way down to her navel.

Her addiction reaching its highest point, her moans muffled by the tube stuffed between her island-sized cheeks, the sheer pleasure blue-screening her gluttony-fueled brain and suppressing any coherent thoughts...