Doughy, Lethargic, Unhealthy Ame

💊 - To make my muse addicted to any type of medication.

🍫 - To make my muse addicted to sugar.

🍖 - To make my muse addicted to greasy meat.

📱- To make my muse addicted to screens.

🔞 - To make my muse addicted to porn.

🍕 - To make my muse addicted to fast food.

✂️- To cut a limb off my muse.

🦼- To make my muse use mobility aid.

🏥- To make my muse go to the hospital.

ALL for Yuki.

Let me ruin your muse~

💊 - To make my muse addicted to any type of medication. 🍫 - To make my muse addicted to sugar. 🍖 - To make my muse addicted to greasy meat. 📱- To make my muse addicted to screens. 🔞 - To make my muse addicted to porn. 🍕 - To make my muse addicted to fast food. ✂️- To cut a limb off my muse. 🦼- To make my muse use mobility aid. 🏥- To make my muse go to the hospital.

-

(Warning: As you can imagine, this prompt gets especially extreme, even for my standards. If you're here for the more moderate stuff, I'd recommend not checking this out)

Could you even call this living anymore? That was a question Yuki thought for the split second her brain had received enough oxygen to form a coherent thought. What was even happening anymore, what was going to happen to her, and how this even happened. Sometime back, a major company had devised a scheme to completely corner all markets worldwide by creating the perfect consumer. Ultimate loyalty by getting them hooked on all products they had in a feedback loop of each product leading to a desire to use the other products. This would require unethical testing, so why not put ads out for the general public? With vague enough wording, they could dupe anyone by offering to pay for some tests here and there. Perhaps even dupe someone smart like Yuki.

It began simple with the food department of the company. Yuki was sent meats to cook for herself, all enhanced with additives that made them extra greasy and addicting to boot. Yuki didn't suspect anything as she began to crave these delivery boxes for her dinners more and more. Was it hard to follow this into fast food from the company's future chain restaurant they were planning to open eventually? Why bother letting her make the meals when she could just eat ready made slop that Yuki bit into suspiciously, but thanks to slowly having her resistances broken down with the meat, it was child's play getting her addicted to the fast food deliveries next. Of course, the final step in that was sending "complimentary" desserts, all spiked with immense amount of sugar to boot. Next, their tech department gave Yuki some free gifts during the slow burn of food addiction. A free TV, a free computer, even a free VR headset. This was on top of their in the works streaming service to try out, full of original content. Yuki wasn't all that interested, but weirdly found herself almost hypnotized by this trashy stuff. All of these shows were nothing but badly written fluff, and yet she kept on watching. An odd element was how almost everything on the streaming service began normal but got more explicit over time, and by letting it heat up like a frog in boiling water, Yuki didn't seem to question at all once she was straight up watching porn, nor how aroused she was, turning so much of her free time into touching herself whenever she wasn't eating. When Yuki inevitably got chubby from the food and her inactive life style, she did feel concerned and tried to do something about it, but working out became harder than she remembered, plus the food and shows were overpowering her will, so she didn't have much self control even when she upgraded to fat and later morbidly obese. The eventual health issues came from such a sedated, gluttonous life, to which once again the company was kind enough to send products from its third department, pharmaceuticals. Yuki quickly grew reliant on a number of pills and patches to get through the day, borderline as addicted to them as everything else, as what used to be 'once a week' products turned into daily use. Finally, her body reached its limit. A stroke did her in and she was rushed to the hospital, though when she regained consciousness, she could make out in her daze that the 'hospital' had the same logos as the company, and these didn't look like medical professionals. She might've connected the dots if her brain wasn't feeling like it had turned to mush from both her episode AND her screen/porn addiction, or if she wasn't so focused on how one of her legs had been amputated, leaving behind a lardy stump in its place. Her old self would've cried and screamed over this, her new self was wondering when her next meal would arrive and if she could get some assistance to reach down below. Which brought things back to the present. Yuki was a mess in her bariatric bed. One of the fattest people alive, nearly every inch of her was coated in a thick layer of fat. She had been upgraded to the status of a quad amputee, which meant her feeding was through a tube hooked to her mouth at all times. The staff were kind enough to put a VR headset on her so she could watch porn 24/7, with a vibrator in her lower reaches just to get some relief. Her medication had to be changed hourly, with machines hooked up to her to keep up the work of keeping her body functioning in the slightest. It was a miracle Yuki was still alive. The question was never if, but when. When this all wouldn't be enough. When she'd take her final sip of slop. Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? Minutes? Yuki's heart was racing more than ever... Perhaps a little too hard...

But can you write Baelz turning Yomi into one of her backup dancers...

"Wha... buh... huh?"

"Hey, you signed the contract, not my fault if you didn't read it~"

You really should have. When Bae offered you a job, you thought that it was perfect. You only had to eat, get fat, and learn how to dance. Which, considering the whole fat thing, mostly involved you swinging around you hips side to side and not much else.

Now, as Bae wobbled towards you, the 1,400lb rat backing your 900lb fat ass into a corner, you were reminded that she was the big one here. Blocking your escape with sheer width, she giggled as she placed the mask on your face.

Slapping it on, you feel it stick, and when you reach up you can't pull it off. Shaking your head, you can see out of the corners of the mask that your hair is changing, bubblegum pink shifting to a pitch black. Swaying your hips, you yelp as you feel a new rat tail swaying with your butt, wiggling as you wobble.

"Mmmmmhhh..."

"Ehehe..."

Aren't you so excited to dance with Bae?

"A-Are you okay?"

It was supposed to be cute. Two girls, hanging out at the pier. A place where you can walk down in swimwear, enjoying lots of fast food on the boardwalk as you take in the scent of the ocean. That had been how it had been going. Right up until Yomi had broken the boards under her feet.

The fat pinkette had been so fat, so heavy, that the planks had snapped underneath her. Now, Krab stood by, watching as the other girl was half stuck in the floor, her fat gut having stopped her fall.

Now Yomi was just left dangling, kicking her feet above the water.

...

Good thing you felt the need to add (the muse) cause I (the mun) hate cigarettes/bad smells in general to the point I'd rather die than smoke or vape. Ironically I kinda like how IQOS smells

THAT SAID

pffaaahh~

She looked so smug with a burning cig in her hands. As unfit and messy as she was, it gave her a certain degree of coolness and style, perhaps even a bit of confidence from her gremlin brain romanticising smoking as seen in her favourite tv shows and animes. With one in her hand she felt like a bad girl of the best variety, and if the reality begged to differ, the change of her perception made all the difference. Her face looked different dragging that fiery tuft of fragrant tobacco.

In your face? No, that's rude.

Instead, her free hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled closer, forcing the chubby pinkette to plop on the bed near the host of the impromptu hookah party. With her red face against hers, Ivy pounced and her lips connected Yomi's, and the bitter fumes filled her lungs as Ivy blew.

mmmmmwaph~ enjoy your fire breath, dragon.

Designated food disposal Yomi. She works at a weird little "Eco-friendly zero food waste" cafe, running (waddling) around and taking care of customers' leftovers, and it all goes into her gut... She even wears a cute white t-shirt with an arrow pointing down saying "ECO-FRIENDLY FOOD DISPOSAL"... it's cute, even if by the end of the day she's bloated like a tick, the clients just keep coming and there isn't a moment when she isn't full and sluggish...

// Oohhhhh I love weird and cute ideas like this-

A certain local cafe prides itself on its lack of trash cans, the fact that they're eco-friendly and use only ethically-sourced ingredients being a major selling point. They never use plastic utensils and straws or paper wrapping so they don't produce unnecessary waste. But new customers are often confused on what to do if they can't finish their meals, since they don't see any receptacles to throw their leftovers away in. Staff will helpfully inform them that a receptacle does indeed exist, and gesture towards the massive pink girl tipping a plate to her mouth to let the scraps fall right in.

Yomi doesn't care that her whole job revolves around eating whatever patrons weren't able to finish. She gets so much free food that she doesn't even have to bother going on a lunch break! And she doesn't mind that she's left with the remains of meals that aren't nearly as fresh as when they came out the kitchen. Food is food, and the gluttonous girl will scarf it down with fervor! And it helps knowing that she's contributing to reducing food waste!

A typical work day revolves around her waddling around the cafe's perimeter (with plenty of breaks to catch her breath), waiting for the next customer to request her services. Clad in her 5XL T-shirt with a big fat label, the blob mostly does her own thing, disconnected from the business of other employees. In fact, most of the staff haven't bothered to learn her name, only referring to her as the Food Disposal; it's a nickname Yomi's learned to answer to.

Even though she's only consuming the lesser halves of meals, when the pinkette is finishing off hundreds of leftovers in a day, the calories really pile up. Half a bowl of pasta here, a few bites of a sandwich there, and before she knows it, Yomi's gut is all taut and red, weighing her down as she attempts to lumber towards the next plate that needs cleaning. She'll have slowed down considerably since the start of the day, fighting against her body's instinct to rest so she can fulfill her duties as a food disposal. Her coordination sees a decline as well, fuzzying Yomi's brain enough that she'll accidentally bump her flabby rear into unsuspecting customers. Since there's no trash bins, there's nowhere else for it to go but down Yomi's gullet, and she'll push the limits of her capacity if it means swallowing it down and helping the environment...

For Yuki, but for a twist. She is addicted to Ruka's band porn (I forgot her name sorry)

Let me ruin your muse~

🔞 - To make my muse addicted to porn.

- "H-HAH... HAAAAH... R-Ruka~!" Yuki was someone who perhaps at one point could've been someone special. A sharp mind that had led her to becoming a programming genius and an expert for all things hacking related. All of that was wasted when she chose to be a shut in. Spending everyday getting take out delivered, gorging herself on food, barely taking care of herself, and her if her free time wasn't being spent on food, it was on her degenerate tastes. "F-Fuck... Ruka is so... HAH... s-so fucking hot..." A gooner who had fried much of that previously excellent brain on pornography, Yuki would spend any time she could on rubbing her chest and especially fingering herself. Well, that was until her gut began getting in the way. Currently she used a magic wand to make the difference in reach, though it was beginning to get annoying for her tubby arm to extend all the way even there. Once she was too fat for even that, what was she supposed to even do? "R-Ruka...! Ruka, fuck... f-fuck... HAH~!" While Yuki had gone through all manner of porn, her taste progressively got stranger, before deciding nothing was sacred, even her favorite band. Of course she could masturbate to She Is Legend. It's perfectly fine to think of increasingly degenerate situations to put them in. Why not just start using AI at that point? Yuki was more than happy to make nsfw content involving any of her growing list of fetishes with the entire band, but especially its lead singer Ruka. Nothing matter anymore, besides when her next meal would arrive and masturbating to the thought of Ruka in all sorts of situations. Ruka fucking other women, Ruka getting fucked, Ruka forcing herself on Yuki, even Ruka getting fat herself, even that began to become erotic to the morbidly obese NEET. "Ruka... RUKA~!! HAAH~!! HAAAH~!! HAAAAAAaaahhh...!!" There was zero hope for Yuki at that point. One of these days one of her climaxes was going to kill her, her chest unable to keep up with the string of sharp spikes she'd cause it while eating like trash and barely moving much if at all. Somedays, even the thought of that while Ruka watched and egged it on turned on Yuki. Another image idea to perhaps generate...

I'm glad to see that there's at least some demand for all of them. I wasn't expecting such a fairly even split for the most part, it's a pleasant surprise.

But there is one clear winner, and it's the flabby vampire pile herself. To be honest I've being feeling some desire to write my other Touhou girls more anyways, but like I mentioned before, I tend to hyperfocus on my inbox until I can get that cleared. Maybe I shouldn't worry so much after seeing how big some of your inboxes are though lol

Though I mentioned that this isn't set in stone, I'm glad to have this data and I will take it into consideration.