#greatglut

Bottomless Gut - My muse’s stomach now no longer has a limit, allowing them to eat endlessly without ever getting full.

Mmmm. Why not both?

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Finally, it’s the slow rush! That means it is time to close up the bar for a bit and for Tifa to enjoy herself a little with the peace and quiet, as well as to treat herself to a homemade lunch! She’s been looking forward to this since she had already prepped some of the food this morning to make the time cooking be cut down considerably.

Tifa lounges cozily at the bar, watching a bit of TV as she puts some of her food on the grill to start cooking. She’s also pulled both bowls from the bar, peanuts and pretzels, to herself to snack on while she waits. She’s idly snacking away up until she finally starts eating some form of food, something ticking in her brain. She’s soooooo hungry all of a sudden, more than before even. Her food couldn’t cook fast enough!

She looks back down to the bowls after a moment of thinking, noticing they are empty. Oh, when did she finish them? They didn’t even help her feel any more satisfied, either. She puts them aside and goes to the fridge, planning to eat some cold leftovers while she waits. She gets through some salad, some cold dips and their chips, some desserts like cakes and puddings and she has the rest of her stash of chicken wings and ribs, too hungry to even toss the bones and just slurps them all down whole. Her stomach continues to fill and swell, she can see and feel this, but her brain says she’s still just as hungry!

Tifa makes her way to the fridge in the back, looking through the rest of the food for the week. Could she really eat more and all of it, even if her stomach says she can? She closes her eyes, thinking it over some. Before she realizes it, she’s already opened a container of bacon-wrapped streak and had eaten half of it. She blushes hard, more so because she’s suddenly eating as aimlessly as Aerith would normally accuse her of! Of course, in that line of thought, she’s finished the container and got through another two. Oh no, she’s speeding up?

And next up is the rest of her week’s specials: More ribs, whole chicken roasts, pizzas, monster burgers and the grand weekend feast! A whole Chocobo cookout! Meant to serve enough people for the whole day! All of it, just gone into her stuffed stomach. Yet, her brain continues to say it isn’t satisfied! When will it end?!

A big mistake to both parties about to be involved here is that Tifa left the back door open and unlocked, to let the kitchen air out. In goes a Yuffie to try and sneak a bite of whatever Tifa’s cooking, only for her to both not get any of what it was but also not come back out afterwards.

Tifa whines and gasps as she is so full that she’s about to topple over, especially with her Shinobi Special she just had, but her brain refuses to admit defeat. Finally, she must have her special cooking she was doing all along! One cooked and seasoned Midgar Zolom is greedily eaten, bones and all, finally making Tifa admit defeat. Not feeling full, she just literally can’t get up off the floor now.

“Urrrrffff, what the hell is going on...? Also, sorry there, Yuffie.You really should’ve knocked first...”, puffs the barmaid as she does her best to not squash her friend inside her guts as she tries to get comfortable. This is going to be a hell of a day to talk about, once it’s over.

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Another cozy and quiet lunch break for the redheaded tour guide, gently getting herself comfortable. A nice chicken Cesar salad to help her get through the rest of the day! She’s already poured the sauce packet in and is enjoying herself, mostly ignoring her stomach as it growls loudly. It won’t need to cry anymore, she’s feeding herself right now! She’s taking her time, much like she usually does to enjoy her break to the fullest, before noticing she’s done.

She’s already done? She looks to the bowl and around on the floor, making sure she didn’t spill anything. No, she simply must’ve eaten it all. Well, maybe she can get a quick nap in with this much time left? She considers her options as she nibbles on her fork idly, before realizing she is missing it after too long. Oh no, not another fork swallowed! Thankfully, most people wouldn’t know, but it does make her tummy feel so funny!

She grumbles and worries about writing out a list of things she needs more of from accidentally eating them, like pens, forks, straws and stuff like that. She hears another growl from her stomach below before she notices the pen in her hand already slipping past her lips. Oops! She panics slightly, mostly in that why is her pica acting up so bad suddenly. She whines as she hates when Haruhi is right, recalling about how her friend claimed she grazes just like a cow and is as cute as one. That makes her blush a little, sort of liking that sort of praise, before realizing she was chewing on something again. Her notepad! Oh no, what is she going to do for her list?

Maybe she could use her phone-? Gone with a buzz into her stomach. Her PDA-? Passed her lips before she can so much as think of opening it. More pens and paper? An entire box and entire pack gone after a few moments. She huffs and puffs as her stomach is straining in her outfit, threatening to snap buttons and destroy zippers. How is she still hungry??

She looks up to the clock above her desk in her office, wondering if maybe she could ask to go home early and deal with this at home? The longer she’s still here, the more she’s worried about eating more important things that aren’t her own. Especially those, as she gnaws on her pencil-holder up which also disappears into her with enough work. She idly rubs her stomach, which has finally broken its way free through her top to bare itself to the world. She looks around to her desk again, making sure she still has some way to get home or some. She does her best to not think about her car keys, knowing what’ll happen. However, while doing that, she manages to slurp down her computer mouse. Oh no! She needs that to do work at the desk!

A very confused and miffed Mikuru is left sitting at her desk, wondering how much this is going to get worse before it gets any better. Given she is currently slurping up her entire ethernet cable, probably not any better for awhile.

“........?”

Despite her current lack of words, her face says it all as she reaches down to feel around on her Replica body. She’s still her, she thinks, as she manages to wonder how this odd body of her’s really works? A little physical self-affection is a good grounding tool, after all. She’s a little chubby in the cheeks, despite her face mostly hidden behind her hood with her glowing eyes sticking out. It would scare any passerby, so that’s why she only travels at night now. She pats at her chest lightly, realizing there’s a little more than she remembers. Maybe that means she’s growing up, finally? Well, it’s more like she’s growing out, especially as she reaches further down and blushes more.

A very globular middle that’s as soft as dough, even while the body itself is faux. Perplexing, but cozy! Very jiggly and sloshy, since she just ate somebody’s leftovers when they weren’t paying attention. She wanted to snack a little more, maybe even the person for their Heart, but she didn’t wanna risk getting caught. Not again after escaping to freedom oh-so recently, too.

She sloshes and jiggles her gut some more, before reaching beneath it and into her barely zipped cloak, gripping her backside and her thighs. Absolutely her widest and softest bits now. Somehow, all her eating and scrounging on her own, everything just rests down near the bottom. It definitely allows her to throw her weight around or slam on some unsuspecting people for a quick escape or help her hunt Hearts. She jiggles and wiggles softly, sort of enjoying the feel of her body hanging off of and around her frame so densely. Wit that, she lets it drop and jiggle until it is ready to stop. She watches it intently as she waits it out, a curious and playful glint in her eyes as she has a finger curled to her mouth.

She remembers getting about eight or nine of them, but she can't remember how many she ate. Her tummy is really, really full, though. It hurts soooooo gooooood!

She looks to the trash in her room nearby, noticing the wrappers for nine turkeys. Oh, she did eat them all, then. She huffs and puffs as she does her best to keep breathing fine, finding her rhythm.

She looks to the finished stream, a few people still in chat seeing her like this and commenting. It's all gibberish to her, right now, as she just manages a weak wave.

A sloooooow creaking noise is picked up on the microphone, as well as a squeak from Sayori as her chair suddenly gives out with a loud WHUMP. It was going anyway, but that got it finally.

As Sayori lies on the floor, out cold, her stream is suddenly flowing with bits and a few subscriptions going by, the blips reading them out to no one but the stream. Sayori's offline after a few minutes of inactivity, a good failsafe.

'See you next time, moo-moos~!', with a cute cow graphic and stylized Sayori GIF of her eaving goodbye. What a day...

“Oh, s-sorry you had to see that, Monika? I thought I was alone...?” She giggles sheepishly, before hearing the other part from her bestest of besties.

“Oh? Well, hello there! And is that so?” She looks down to the kind baker, tilting her head some. “Well, I’m sure Boyfriend won’t mind if I surprise him a little when we go on our date this Friday?”, she murmurs to herself, considering what a binge might do to her this early in the week.

"HOW are your boobs so damn FAT~?" Tifa is honked by the Aerith, after a flirty and filling dinner for ten.