#kronii

Everything feels thick, like the residual taste of maple syrup on my lips. Head rolled back over the edge of the couch, the ceiling blearily comes into view above me. It's not a great ceiling, the surface of it carrying cracks, chips in the white paint from where it had been shaken free. Belching, groaning, I sit up straighter. My eyes travel down from ceiling, towards walls bearing similar cracks and dents. There's food stains smearing parts of the walls, where clearly a slice of pizza, a hamburger, or other greasy things had been unintentionally smushed against the wall.

Then, finally, my eyes land on my massive chest. An immense bust that's so heavy and huge, I can't see directly in front of me. Pillowy fat arms reach up, shoving at it, trying to push it down. At the same time I arch my back, shaking side to side on my fat ass, trying to adjust myself so I could sit up straighter. Spreading my thighs, bending out the armrests of the couch, I felt a sigh of relief escape my lips as my gut fell down between them, brushing the floor.

I'm fat, teetering on the edge of immobility. I haven't hit that point yet, but as I feel at my hip, tugging up my underwear, I can't be too far off.

With my belly sagging down, my bust fell forward too, enough to leverage myself to sit up straighter. I could just make out the floor in front of me, whatever carpet it had was obscured by the dozens upon dozens of fast food bags. Wendy's, McDonald's, Burger King, Wingstop, just about any place that could come to mind was scattered along the floor.

"BBBBBBLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!!"

And laying amongst them on her back, belly rising and falling nearly as high as she was tall, Dokibird was asleep. Belching in her dreams, she had sauce stains on her fingertips, a handprint of ketchup on her belly a clear sign that she'd been the one stuffing her face with all this food. Then again, from how heavy my stomach was, the dull sloshing filling the room as I shifted around, it was clear that I'd been just as greedy. Her fat face was wearing a faint smile as she mumbled, gut still gurgling, churning away to digest her immense meal. A fat girl's natural lullaby.

It was funny. I could remember a long time ago Doki had approached me, wanting to be a feeder. Who knew she'd flip around on that so hard?

Looking past the other gigaton in the room, I caught sight of one of the other couches in this massive common room. When everyone who lived here was so fat, why bother with chairs? A sofa was a single woman seat in this household, and I had to wonder, did I look as shockingly obese as the woman in the sofa across from me.

"Mmmmmmmmhhh... shoooo gwoood..."

Kronii's body was at an angle, her entire figure leaning to the left. One of the legs of the couch had snapped off from last night's binge, her fat ass crushing the sofa so that it listed to one side. Rubbing the side of her gut, it seems she'd woken up before you, enough to reach into some of the nearby bags and take out some cold leftovers. Not that she really minded, her triple chinned face jiggling as she took huge bites. Rubbing her gut, it wobbled at the touch, her body only further straining the couch as it creaked under her monstrously wide ass.

Kronii had been hired on by me to act as a maid for all of us. This house had been pristine when we'd moved in, but the stomping footsteps, constant heaps of food, and just sheer size of everyone here had started to make damages to the property. I'd asked Kronii to come on as someone skinny enough to actually bend down and clean the bags off the floor, the scrub at old food stains, but...

...well, the eating habits of four other colossi had been enough to make her a bed breaking fatty too.

"Oh, are you all finally up?" A head phased through the wall, Mint's tubby cheeks wobbling as she pushed through. Floating forward, the rest of her immensity followed suit. Compared to the half ton monsters that I and everyone else was, 600lbs looked downright skinny on Mint. She'd only managed to get that big when she was alive, before...

...Well, none of us have had the specific combination of mixing bowls of oatmeal, drums of rice, dozens of packets of uncooked creampuffs, sleeves of mentos, and gallons of soda since then. At the very least, bursting like that had let Mint stay around as a very, very obese ghost to haunt her friends.

Even if most of the time, her hauntings involved floating food into her friends mouths.

I sleepily gave her a wave, and Mint smiled. Turning around, her fat ass filling my vision for a moment, she floated back through the wall.

STOMP!!!

The room trembled.

STOMP!!!!!!

Plaster sprinkled down from the ceiling as the house shook.

STOMP!!!!!!!!!!

"I see you're all awake in here~"

Opening the door, panting a bit from being out of breath, Nimi entered the room. She was just as fat as I was, a behemoth of a woman that was wide as she was tall, if not moreso. Her apron barely covered her gut, fat sagging around it as the straps were lost in side rolls and soft shoulders. Every time Nimi moved, her quaking footsteps bringing her closer, she had to pause to catch her breath.

Waiting for her jiggling to stop, she'd bring up her arms, steadying a bust as big as she was, a massive shelf of fat that could have smothered a normal person's entire body. Her apron was smeared with flour, as were her hips, chest, face... it's clear what she's here to tell us.

"Breakfast is ready~"

"Breakfaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrppp?" That wakes Doki up. Immediately she starts to roll on her back, trying to get up, but her fat ass is stucking. Rolling her eyes, Mint floats over to her, grabbing her hands to try and get her up.

"Jeez, you're just hopeless."

"Just leave her there... can we just bring the food in here?" Kronii groans, clearly not in the mood to try and unwedge herself from the sofa she's sitting on. I burp out an agreement, happy to stay where I am. I look towards Nimi, who's taken another step closer to me. Leaning against the couch, her fat gut and enormous bust weigh down on me, and if I weren't the same weight as her I might have been smothered. Instead, it's easy for us to share a brief peck on the lips before Nimi turns to Kronii.

"That is why we have a new helping hand... she did most of the cooking." Nimi glances over her shoulder, past her massive, colossal ass, towards the woman pushing a food laden cart into the room.

"It's just the first one." Cece says, rail thin compared to the immense blobs she's working for. Smiling, she slapped Nimi's ass as she passed her by, sending the living pile of fat into a wobble fit.

"I'd hate it if any of you went hungry, so there's a cart for each of you!" She smiles towards me, and I feel her eyes drift down over my immense body. How she's clearly enjoying being surrounded by big beauties that could have their own ZIP code they're so fat.

I smile back, reaching for a humongous slice of cake, and shove it into my mouth.

Source: https://x.com/hintobento/status/1928626870246858809 (link might be broken)

Original artist: https://x.com/hintobento

"...Hey did you catch Kronii's stream last night?''

"Yeah it was great, just one problem. I was getting some weird feedback on my end. Don't know what might've caused it but I kept hearing this constant knocking noise throughout."

Tea Time! (Commission)