#feedeestreameroverload

"go outside" easy now fantasy fiction isn't my forte...

Cute failgirl Leah...

I’m really trying my best over here

You might be aware of the times where I said that Ame-chan was a spoilt girl, having Melly act like a self-sufficient maid and enabling her worst habits. Well, it turns out that the opposite happens to be true, because Yomi idly suggesting that he stays up a little longer to play games with her and eat out has left him immobile and perhaps with diminished brain capacity compared to how he used to be.

His sleep schedule was completely fucked. He sleeps at 5AM and wakes up at 7PM despite not doing a night shift, and any exercise he could have gotten by hauling his fat ass out to the kitchen has been completely mitigated by Yomi having a fridge in his room. Naturally, this included his favourite sodas and other already-made meals (thanks to Yomi), which also meant that he blimped up to over three-quarters of a ton in record time. This meant that not only was he deathly pale from never opening the curtains ever and having the artificial glow of the monitor be his source of light, but he also never showered ever, with Yomi having to bathe this whale of a boy with a wet rag despite his protests. Given the fact that he was also constantly ripping ass because his digestive system was also fucked from the irregular sleep timing and the most horrific diet imaginable, he really was just a pig clinging onto some phantom notion of humanity.

"Sedentary" was maybe the best word to describe someone as monumentally gluttonous like Melly. It isn't often that he finds himself down this path, but with an enabler that very easily quashes his worries about going too far, he can probably get even bigger with due time once Yomi manages to hook him up to a feeding hose. That, er, probably wasn't the most embarrassing part, though.

BBBBBRRRRRFFFFRRRPPPTTTTTTTT!

"BBbbBWWURRLLRRRPPPHHH... YOMIIIIIII...! I'm... hhuffhh... I'm horny...! GET IN HERE!"

Now, I don't want to insinuate that he's become a very rotten brat the bigger he's gotten... but I am implying that Yomi being so willing to indulge him whenever he gets even remotely troubled has maybe made him a bit spoilt in the process to the point that he's like five minutes away from throwing a tantrum whenever he's slightly riled up. (This happens at least six times a day.)

"YOMIIIIII! PLEAAAAAASE! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING AND I NEED YOU NOWWWWW!"

Hmmm, I haven't really considered Eito's role in this route. Usually I just have him offscreen doing whatever... but I might be tempted to bring him back in here, either as a prisoner or... maybe just as a reluctant ally.

Ivy's unwavering confidence both concerned and excited Yomi, though if she had any concerns it was much too late to voice them. Before she knew it, a sea of green flesh enveloped her vision, followed by total darkness. Oozing out well past Yomi's head, the nymph's buns didn't allow even the smallest ray of light to reach Yomi's vision. Not that she'd be able to see much anyways, with Ivy's humongous ass smothering the pinkette.

"Mmmffpfhh!!! Mmnnhhh... Mmnnfff...~"

Now unable to get a coherent word out, Ivy would be the sole arbiter of when she stood back up. It's not like Yomi had the strength to push Ivy off, especially someone of her weight. Darkness, warmth, pressure, and an overwhelming softness were the primary sensations that stood out to Yomi. Breathing was difficult, though not impossible. Even if it was so steamy down there... Though that wonderfully pillowy feeling, crushing Yomi until Ivy's butt was the only thing she could think about, as if Ivy's weight was squeezing any unnecessary thoughts out of Yomi's brain, made it all worth it. And luckily for Ivy, Yomi made quite the comfortable chair, being so extremely doughy herself.

And being referred to as "beanbag chair" by Ivy sent shivers down her spine. In this moment, she was just a big, soft piece of furniture for Ivy to relax on... It was so overwhelming that Ivy's playful warning slipped her mind, and her tongue betrayed her better judgement, sliding across the flab squashing her, savoring the taste of her salty sweat...

Ivy, for her own part, was more than content to relax herself atop the innumerable pile of blubber that was Yomi, the flabby pinkette's head slowly sinking into her shorts, humming to herself as she slowly wagged and wobbled her hips, each cheek of meat more than eager to jiggle wildly behind her. Her incredible heft, her ass meat, something that she had only grown more and more proud of over the last few days... She was free to let it slowly dominate Yomi's entire perspective, the other woman's mind sinking into it just as much as her head did...

"HooooOOOOOoooouuurlph~"

A thick belch, a slap of a gut that overflowed a standard school desk, a deep, husky sigh followed by a playful wink. Such was one of Kitauji's largest seniors on campus. Kumiko sometimes didn't know if she should lament that she was falling down the same hole as her or be glad she wasn't as fat... yet.

"Hoooh... NOW practishe can begin...~" The glasses-wearing blonde announced with her deepened voice, "...Ash shoon ash I can go get my euphonium~"

"Senpai, you say that and then next thing I know I'm going on a fifth food run..." Kumiko sighed. Asuka was a horrible influence. Kitauji was known for its student body reaching levels of obese the rest of Japan would see as utterly hazardous. And having a senior euphonium player the size of a small car teach her from her first year onward meant her own waistline was inflating slowly but surely. Though compared to Asuka's shin-scraping stomach, hers was thankfully only kissing her knees. For now, anyway.

"Hmhm, you know me well, kiddo... What can I shay~? To play shuch a heavy inshtrument needsh a lot of caloriesh..." Asuka slapped her stomach as it wobbled enough across the desk she was at to cause creaks and cracks, "...And thish girl needsh a lot of caloriesh~ You'll undershtand one day...~"

"I-I'd really rather not..."

"That'sh what they all shay~ Then next thing they know, they can barely move anymore... Or can't shtop eating all day long... Or exshplode..."

"W-What was that last one...?"

CREAM - Madam D~

CREAM: I want you to take me out in crop tops and shorts to show the world what a lardball you've made me.

"Embarrassment and shame are emotions meant for humans, not piggies masquerading as them. Now keep waddling, I get so very few days off, and I don't want to squander it all by waiting for you to waddle that blubber ass to the next buffet! Stop blushing like a little school girl, you're a grown woman... though, if you're good, I'll be your mommy again tonight~"

Gaining Madam D's favor was a double edged sword. On the one hand, you never had to worry about a lot of things ever again. Your enormous sugar momma made sure that you had anything you desired, but she'd always get you to do something for her that she saw as equal value. Want a few hundred dollars for a shopping spree? Be a good girl and chug this gainer shake for momma first. Sad that you never got the exclusive collector's edition items from your favorite games? Get on your hands and knees, wiggle that butt, and make the cutest little oinks while you eat out of a trough for that swimsuit figure of your favorite character... although they're a lot fatter than you remember.

Yesterday, though, you put on the biggest puppy eyes you could and begged Mommy D for something particularly pricey, even by her generous standards, so...

"Honestly, such a greedy pig of a girl, making requests that she can't possibly pay back. A bit too big for your britches, don't you think sweetie? Though... I suppose you're quite literally getting too big for them now, hmmm~? That thong is a nice pink on you... I should save it as a color swatch so I know the perfect color for a piggy costume~"

A sharp, resounding smack to your ass echoed out. People on the street gawked at the two massive women taking up an entire sidewalk just to themselves. Though, as absurdly huge as Madam D's default size outside of The Blue Heron was... you were starting to surpass your sugar momma's immense size, and that was especially evident with how your booty shorts resembled panties more than anything, massive ass cheeks swallowing up the fabric like an abyss. Vibrant, neon pink elastic was just barely visible going over your hips, your love handles and fat rolls almost making the straps of your thong completely invisible and swallowed up by lard. Your crop top strained against your breasts, the fabric screaming out in protest as it fought to contain such massive udders while they swayed side to side with every movement.

Even with your ponderous waddle, your thighs rubbed together, touching down to the knees, and any hope of the flabby pillars of lard you called legs having a thigh gap again had long since died. Every part of you jiggled, wobbled, or clapped and slapped against even more of your own flab. You were being shown off, displayed like a spoiled pet, and Madam D was sure to let every single person who gawked get a good look at you, often turning you around and showing you off like her favorite prize pig. You whimpered as you panted and gasped for air right outside the entrance to your 4th buffet for this afternoon... Madam D only smiled, leaning in, her fat gut squishing against your side, her hand grabbing a generous handful of your couch crushing ass cheeks. Her breath was hot against your ear, and her velvety smooth, teasing tone sending electric shivers of pure bliss throughout your entire body.

If you're gonna wash me, use a sponge instead... The hose is way too strong...

​" I'm not touching that. "

She has the hose in her hands, pointing at you.

" If you aim to be around a first rate, you should take of yourself. "

And full power it goes-