#hyper blob

Victoria had been stuck here for what she thought was six days. It could have been longer, maybe even shorter, and who knows if there was some weird time dilation stuff that meant it was only a few hours in the outside world. She didn’t intend to wind up here, in a non-euclidean maze of shifting rooms and halls, dressed up in fine furnishings and art pieces. Pieces that unanimously depicted people of all types and species of extreme weight. However teleportation magic that dips into non-plains of reality can sometimes put you in… Odd places.

She couldn’t manage to teleport back out, she needed to focus to do any magic and whenever she tried she’d smell something delicious or hear an enticing sound, usually a distant moan, and she’d lose it. Or was she getting second thoughts about leaving? She wasn’t sure. She sent out an SOS, but again, who knows if this place was delaying it getting to anyone.

It isn’t the worst place to be stuck in, every room was designed for comfort and luxury, heated and massive beds, amazing showers, closets full of comfy clothes that fit, the place would have cost multiple fortunes to actually build. It was uncannily large and off in minor ways, like chairs with seven legs sometimes or a room being full of nothing but park benches covering the walls, ceiling, and floor. But other than that it was downright regal. The issue is that it kept putting her into what she’d taken to call “food rooms.” Rooms that were just a lavish spread of food. She wasn’t sure if entering them emptied her stomach or if her inner glutton was betraying her, but the clothes she came in had been discarded after they became too tight and ripped, replaced by the fine sleepwear stored in the various walk-in closets. Though she keeps having to change outfits.

She’s walking down one of the many far-to-long hallways, this one turning right five times without overlapping itself. She doesn’t even notice its impossible layout, only looking down at herself and worrying. She had gone from slightly pudgy to fat, already having a double chin and some rolls. She’d be upset if it didn’t feel good. Her mobility seems improved if anything, another weird quirk of this place. It’s not that she’s opposed to being fat, if anything it was arousing, but she had the all too common shame attached to the idea of truly indulging. Of forgetting about decorum and devouring anything you want even if you’re no longer hungry. An exciting fantasy, but it should stay a fantasy, right? She could never… The hallway ended after the last turn in a large white door with gold details that were, again, themed around fat figures. A look over her shoulder showed that a wall had silently appeared behind her. She sighs and takes a step forward. This time she smelt it before she even opened the door, the scent leaking from the cracks and reaching her like a grasping hand. “P-Pancakes. I haven’t had them in so…” She felt saliva build in her mouth as her stomach forced room into itself. She already downed a meal of brownies of all types an hour ago, the experience just a blur in the haze of frequent eating. Yet now all she could focus on was the tantalizing scent of fresh pancakes.

Her thickened legs clapped against her stomach with each uneasy step. It felt like a turning point. This wasn’t any craving. It was… an advanced craving? Ridiculous yet accurate.

The door creaks open, the smell becomes overwhelming. She gasps when she sees it. A glorious and long table stacked high with pancakes, some with blueberries, others with chocolate chips. Some were topped with whipped cream, or strawberries, butter, syrup, ice cream, all in the numerous possible combinations and so warm she could see steam rising off them.

Her mouth quivered as drool stained her doomed top. She felt weird. The place had to be alive, it kept giving her whatever she was craving. It was feeding her, so much and so often. If she keeps eating like this she’ll wind up massive, huge, heaving, fat… It felt wrong… Her hands dig into her stomach, making her quiver at her own touch. Her stomach growls and demands more. It felt… right. It felt so right. She sprinted at the feast and sat down, grabbing the nearby gilded cutlery prepared for her. Carving her first bite she shoved it into her mouth. Her eyes roll back, her stomach fully empties. Any question on if this was a bad thing, concerning, suspicious, all were annihilated. In that bite something snapped and her inner glutton declared this place heaven as her favorite food filled her mouth.

Another mouthful, another, each bigger than the last. She didn’t have this resilient gag-reflex before getting here but it was proving a useful addition as she mangled entire pancakes into a ball she could manage to fit in her mouth. She murmured the word “more” between bites as her loose silk top strained against piling fat. Arms wobbling with every frantic movement. Ass spilling over the sides of the chair. She lunged forward to topple the remaining mounds of hedonistic bliss closer so she could clean the tabletop. Her stomach stretched and pressed against the table, the pressure driving her mad as the furniture creaks under her.

“Sho good. Sho-!” The wooden chair collapses and the table legs give way, the remnants of pancakes sliding towards her and slapping against her taut and red gut. She makes high pitched and happy noises. As she grabs at them greedily, staining herself with syrup as her eyes roll back. Rabid hands grabbing whole pancakes and shoving them down her throat. She shudders as the last one slips down her throat. She pants, body straining under the new blubber and the high exertion.

She looks at the empty plates tossed to the sides, the wreckage of her conquest.

Her body rumbles.

“BOOOAAUUURRP.” Her belch reverberating off the candelabra adorned walls as she piles on even more weight, the top digging into her finally shredding.

Victoria’s trembling hands dig into her mass, sending lightning through her from the sensitivity.

This felt right. Her conflict seemed so foolish. Why wouldn’t she want to be like this? To be bigger?

Escape felt so distant and that felt so relieving.

A mild worry surfaced as she wondered how she’d move. She tries to move her now huge leg and… can. Very easily in fact. It took little effort to stand, even with her apron of a gut getting in the way. Her body wobbled with every subtle motion in waves, but she was upright. Did her change of heart empower her?

That was an… appealing thought.

The pussy buried under her new fat ached.

She lumbered to the next door, ass and rolls clapping in a constant applause for her newfound hunger. She had to cram herself through it sideways just to get into the next room. It was a bathroom this time. She looks down at her syrup stained body and glances at the oversized shower with ten different shower-heads…

The warmth of the shower only heightened the mounting lust as her hands ran over her new curves much longer than ever needed. She liked how it felt to scrub inside all the new nooks and crannies on her body. Thankfully the provided sponge was on a long stick. This realm was nothing if not spoiling.

Another door wedged through lead into another oversized bedroom with more benches and space than necessary with an XXL bed in the middle of it overstocked with pillows already arranged. She flops into it, body supported in a way that lets her fully relax and easily drift into sleep.

She had a hazy dream of visions of a woman with blond hair like hers that towered over her. It scooped her up and held her in an iron grip. Her body bloated, squeezing from between the giantesses fingers. She grows bigger, and bigger, pushing against the hand holding her and forcing it open. She becomes a handful, then two handfuls, then an armful. She grows and swells, fat multiplying until the giant can no longer carry her, dumping the mound onto the ground with an earth-shattering thud. The figure clung onto the side of her, moaning and grinding to make her bigger. She grows to be half its height, then taller than it, then bigger still. They both clamored for more. Endlessly more.

She awoke to the sound of her stomach roaring and the head splitting need for an orgasm. She looks over and sees a long vibrator wand next to her.

Not there before.

She turns it on and manages to find an angle to reach herself. The rumble of it made her head lean into the bed and close her eyes. “Oh fuck yes.” She says aloud, hoping this place hears her. “I don’t know why you’re doing this but please don’t stop.” Her whimpers grew in volume. “Just- more. Bigger. Please, more. Hungry. Needy. If I’m going to be here I want to indulge.” The whimpers were a breathy statement, firm and true. “Can’t- can’t be enough. I’m bigger. Always- always- alw- AH!” An orgasm rips through her and she cranks up the wands setting. She thrusts her hips to lean into it, letting a second grip her. Her hands tear at the sheets as her legs kick, body clapping over the whir of the wand.

She collapses all of once, drooling from her mouth and pussy as she laughs deliriously. She hardly remembered her name, all she can think about is getting bigger.

Groggily, she sat up, and could already smell the next room beckoning.

What followed was a loop of rampant hedonism. She’d throw on the tightest clothes she could find, preferably durable ones with buttons, cram through a door, devour what was provided, explode out of her clothes, and use whatever sex toy given to her to let an orgasm guide her to the next room. The food was becoming absurd in its excess. Piles of all kinds of meat. Tubs, literal bathtubs of salad slathered in dressing. One was just sticks of butter in hotdog buns that went down concerningly easily. Each a bullseye on her current craving, each replacing more and more thoughts with food, each fattening her into inhuman sizes. And as she grew in size she grew in strength. She would force doorways wider, wood tearing like paper in her bloated hands to get her into her next room to recover before she would crumple another wall to get to the next meal.

The meals grew in size with her. A table became an extravagantly long banquet table. Then two. Then six. The furniture in every room going from carved wood to reinforced and purpose built metal furniture bolted in place, still fancy in that it had engravings of fat people that seemed downright pitiable to her three meter tall form. Yet still, the new chairs would creak as she grew, and just like the clothes she’d swap out every meal, they’d fail on her, sending her body crashing to the floor in another mound of orgasmic stimulation. If she cared she’d note the lack of showers in her travels, the remains of previous meals going uncleaned. Grease and sauce and neglected morsels of food stained her sagging tits and multiplying chins while going from her hands down to her elbows, having long ditched forks and knives so she can feel the food in her hands.

Her mind could only think about food. About cumming. About the next meal, the next orgasm, she’d never be full again and she wanted to be even more bottomless. She flat out bulldozed the walls now to get to the next scene of shameless gluttony, walking through them as if they weren’t there.

It reached a fevered pitch once she became so big her hands were buried in her arms and her feet were buried in her calves. Her body dragged along the ground, aching pussy trapped behind an unreal amount of blubber. In all her new strength she had developed a gut so big even she couldn’t lift it. It was unbearable.

But this realm provided.

She smashes through the plaster and wood and sees a tube, a hose really, with a tapered yet thick nozzle. It was dangling at head height. Her sense of smell had become heightened to bring out more flavor, and she could smell the optimized concoction of lard and butter and a million other high calorie liquids. It made her mouth water. There was a thick and long totem under it, padded and vibrating. Just long enough to reach past all of her to her needy core.

“Yes!” She snarled as her ground cracking footsteps sent tremors through the realm. She jumped high and landed perfectly on the totem-vibrator, hilting it as she sits. “YES! YES! YE-GLRK!” Her screams cut short as she snapped at the nozzle, capturing it into her mouth. She suckles on it like a starving beast, the otherworldly taste washing over her mind. The flavor of your favorite meal. Not your literal favorite meal, the concept of a favorite meal. It tasted like that. Every last thought was replaced by bliss as she was assailed by hedonistic indulgence. Grow. Food. Hunger. Cum. Grow. Food. Hunger. Cum. Her mind was probably fattening along with the rest of her as she spilled across the ample space.

She got better and better. Hungrier and hungrier. Even as tanks of the slurry entered her, her stomach and mind demanded more. She wouldn’t be satisfied with just one meal type from now on! Even if it was "favorite food” flavored! She screams in frustration and with one lash of her neck she rips the hose off, the feed spraying for a moment before stopping as she slurps the tube itself down. She growls. “More!” She roars. “More. More food. More variety. More fat! More everything!!! I want to bury my body in glorious, radiant, perfect, endless, FAT!!!!!”

She hyperventilated. She hadn’t cum the whole time. It wasn’t enough. It felt like a pathetic display really. With all her size this thin dildo was not cutting it anymore. An unbearable beat of nothing was wreaking havoc on her mind. She assessed her body. Small! Too small! She had room to move her hands, her feet, even her fingers and toes! The ring of fat around her head was starting to form a pit that blocked her vision, but it was a far cry from the tunnel of her that she wanted to be entombed in. She wanted to be a planet of fat, a galaxy, a universe and beyond.

She almost cried as precious moments passed without food or orgasm.

Then the ceiling drifted away into a void. Metal “clunks” and “shunks” were coming from it. A metal trough extended from the darkness, pointing right at her head. She smiled as if insane as she heard something rumbling in a stampede down the pipe. Her jaw unhinges.

An avalanche of foodstuffs piles into her neck pit, jaw snapping like mad with bites that split bone with ease.

CHOMPGRAWFSMACKCHOMPGRSHSMACKGOMPNOMCHOMP

Burgers and steaks and ice cream and falafels and chili and EVERYTHING did their best to bury her and failed, all being consumed by her savage greed. A moan staggers her consumption for a moment as the rod inside her thickens and lengthens, finally catching up to and keeping up with her staggering growth.

GRASHNOMCHOMPGRAHBITECHOMPGSHCLAMPSNAPNOMNOM

She grew up and out, folds multiplying at such a rate that counting them was pointless, the stretch marks across her body becoming large divots one could fit a small animal into. The distant walls of the odd space were rapidly closing in. As she grew outwards the time between orgasms shortened. Her eyes were either rolled into her head, closed, or unfocused at any given moment.

She didn’t know how long it took, but eventually her fat piled high enough to let her reach and bite into the trough itself, the metal easily sheared and swallowed in a statement of unrivaled hunger.

The void responds in turn as another two drop from above.

“YES! GRAGK!” She chokes as her vision goes dark and her mouth is crammed full. The food piling up in the tunnel of her fat and being mercilessly consumed into the pit she’s become. She forgot she was anything other than this. The thought of leaving this place was unthinkable and would be distressing.

She’s always been here. Always growing. And she will always be growing.

The rapidly increasing tide of fat slammed into the walls, the plaster and beams buckling and cracking as she filled up into the ceiling above, fat slipping through the ruined door frames. It takes no time for the walls to shatter, spilling into a whole new plane of empty space for her to fill. An unending flat and white expanse of non-space in a void between realities.

She ate more. Ate faster. Grew faster. A complicated network of troughs snaked from above and delivered ever more decadent foods to her. A roasted pig stuffed with full chickens. A torso sized burger made from smaller burgers. A deep fried cow. It was a perpetual assault of flavor she couldn’t bear to be robbed of for one second.

The dildo inside her grew to be bigger than a high rise and still had to grow.

If this realm had limits she would find them, shatter them, and if needed eat every last scrap of anything just to keep something, anything in her black hole of a stomach.

By the time her SOS finally made it out and “help” arrived, they found her literally mountainous in size, a maze of metal highways of food piling tons of feed into the avatar of gluttony.

It took hours to slow it down and untangle the feedback loops of lust she concocted for herself by fully giving in. The moment she was cognizant enough to get an answer out of, it was firm and curt.

“Fuck off, I want this. Come back in, like, a month. Bring a camera.”

The rescue team shrugged and left her to the Feeder Realm’s care, the loops of bliss immediately shoving her newly regained thoughts from her mind as the food piled into her again.