Oh? What's this? Did someone forget to milk you, darling? You look so cute, all squirmy and blushy as you moan and moo up a storm...well, that and your tits are positively colossal, dear. Truly, I have seen you reach impressive sizes, but this? I'm impressed...

Wanna see how much I can drink~?

Dorothea was making her way through the gardens, a soft smile on her lips as she basked in the sun's rays, a delighted hum escaping her when they hit her just right. She was a sight to behold, a Goddess among mortals, or better yet a star, a diva. As she strolled, though, her nose caught a positively delicious smell and, licking her lips, she couldn't help but give into the urge for a treat, following the delicious aroma to the communal kitchens where she found a familiar blonde.

"Ah, you must be Mercedes from the Lions, right? Apologies if I'm intruding, I caught the smell of whatever it is you are preparing and I simply HAD to follow it here, if even just to know what it may be and who to pay my compliments to."

Another day in the Monastery, another day at the Mess Hall baking wonderful treats for the hardworking knights, custodians, and anyone else who could use a lovely treat! Mercedes von Martritz was fanning her face a bit after retrieving a fresh batch of cookies from one of the stoves. Mm... a lovely spread of chocolate about them, oooh if they weren't piping hot and still a little gooey she would risk a bite right now~! Mm, but whats this? Someone was coming in from the gardens entrance... the lovely brunette student from the Black Eagles? Goddess... Mercedes had to confess her feelings for both sexes, and this woman piqued her interests quite a bit... but who was she kidding. Certainly she was too old to catch the interest of such a girl, right?

"My, my...isn't it obvious? I've published it in nearly a dozen books at this point. But, if you want to hear it directly from me...~"

She leans in close, whispering quite a few words into your ear as her stomach covers you, as her chest shoves your chin up, as your whole body is enveloped in her sheer size, it takes you a moment to realize...

...

"M-Melly! Gosh, you're so large nowadays! Hey, Xiangling mentioned she's been trying something new over at Wanmin, wanna go there with me? We can try a couple dishes, give her our opinion on them. Maybe call it a date? I...y-you're just really, really cute and, you know, I'm super curious to hear what your plans for the next parts of our adventure are! It's...kind of weird having the person that controls basically everything that happens to everyone in the party, but you're so precious I don't think anyone's complaining. So, you wanna come along?"

"Judging by the way your gut is rumbling, I do believe more than 'a couple dishes' would be in your best interest, Author."

"As if that would be a problem, with Xiangling as our chef. He'd merely have to burp halfway through the last available dish, and she'd already know to refill the plate for him."

"She is a most proficient cook, her lines are optimized down to the tiniest detail and the calories brought out to the maximum in every ingredient. No doubt he would be much larger both temporarily and permanently after this meal, another step toward his weight goal."

"Ooooh, speaking of, how's that going? You've put at least two hundred pounds on since we last met, but you're still really far off right? Have you given any thought to our offer?"

"HAH! Knowing him, the fatty hasn't stopped thinking about it every since it first came up, but he's stopping himself out of 'decorum' or whatever other bullshit inhibition he's got."

"While I wouldn't have used that specific terminology...Scaramouche is correct in implying that you needn't care for social constructs around us, Melly."

"We are your creations after all! Paimon doesn't mean it as like, you can do ANYTHING anything to and with us, but if you got a bit self indulgent I don't think anyone would mind!"

"So...are you joining the party, Melly? You're definitely big enough to look the part of a Falling Star..."

Given the fact that Melly was mostly hanging around Liyue Harbour nowadays since the sound of the ships docking and waves crashing made great writing ambience, it made sense that he was easy enough to find. Mind you, anyone could find him nowadays—it's hard not to miss a massive fat butterball boy who was probably the fattest in Liyue behind Ningguang and Ganyu—but that's not the point. Looking over his puffy shoulder at his beloved characters, Melly huffed and puffed as he lumbered in place to fully face them.

"H-Huhhhh...?! You guysh... hff... want me... to join you...?"

Melly was skeptical for obvious reasons. He had no practical benefit beyond being their oracle of sorts, and would probably cost just as much as Ei does in terms of their food budget... but then he remembered that this was just the way that Lumine rolled. She did as she fancied simply because she felt like doing it, and it was her best quality.

"Haahhh... I'll... tell you what...!"

Melly giggled, patting his immense belly apron with a bright smile.

"You... hhnfghh... pay for my lunch... and we'll call it even...! I'm in for the long haul!"

Care to enlighten everyone about just how much of a fat cow you want to become while I play with your slowly growing boobs, which also become extra milky every time you moo?

Moo~

What was I saying? Oh yeah...

I want to struggle with doorways. I want people to turn and look at me and gasp and whisper amongst themselves. I want the scale to be hidden behind my cleavage and belly. I want- Moo! -to put on an old shirt only to find it stretches out at my tits, leaving my huge fat belly hanging out. I want to gorge myself on food to such an extent that I measure pounds by the day not month or week. I- moo! -want to fill couches, break chairs, and make furniture groan. To run out of breath taking a few steps. To eclipse the average woman. To feel all the space I take up. To grow. To be too much.

I. Want. Moo-re.

Slapping her ass, calling her a pig, a whale, squidward after eating krabby patties, using her as a cushion, as a seat, as a gaming set up, sharing each time she gets stuck on hallways-

What? Of course, eating contests...

Only the two of them, this is a personal rivalry! No other people, this is some serious business between their rivals.

And you know, OF COURSE they have to take each other to different food spots, this is a HEATED rivalry, only the two of them, stuffing each other very close to their faces.

And well, is not FAIR if there isn't any companionship right? Is about being a good sport... so what if they help each other finish their own meals, or they keep shoving food down their throats when the other is too full?

Just a heated rivalry...

Laughing in delight as she rubs her face against your rapidly growing gut, hugging and squeezing what little she can reach of it as best she can while the ice cream dispenser keeps filling you.

"That's it, just like that! Who needs cooling when you have a greedy fatty of a wife, hm~? Such a good girl for me~"

Hammy, jiggly arms shaking as I cling to the dispenser and chugging like my life depends on it, so full of icecream that any thought that isn't growing or wife being chased out of my brain to focus on what matters most...not even brain freeze can slow my floorcracking whaleass down as bellychurns drown out most noises...

...most...If she comes up to my face she can hear one word, muffled behind gallons of icecream but still moaned out on repeat...