"I'm still so jealous at how fat you've grown...maybe I've spent too much time trying to spread it to everyone else and not enough experimenting on myself...~" The other Ishigaki purrs, entranced by the wobbling rolls of her much fatter doppelganger.

​"Oh.... It's not really anything.. ahahh.... special?"

Ishigaki felt very... confused. Not at seeing another her. That was common for shipgirls as lowly as she was. She was pretty sure there was two or three others on this very base alone. As for her gains, that has only really come about due to some very influential forces than anything majorly done on her part.

At this point, she's simply too big to stop.

".... Is there.... something uuuff... wrong with.... haaah....."

I wasn’t born in the Cold War era where astrophysicists and physicists were vaunted for their skills. Anything to stay ahead of the Russians and therefore their abilities had apt attention from the government and military.

I’m going to pursue this because it’s what I love that and will never change, but I guess it’s feeling a touch self conscious. I remember my economics professor once told us;

“Don’t do something you love, do something you’re good at.”

And on one hand there’s merit to that, but he also said unions are bad and are just mini oligarchies in their own right-

Honestly I’m a black person in America, people don’t expect much out of me to begin with. Educationally or culturally. It’s what I wanna do and that’s all that matters, but sometimes it feels like. I could be doing something else that actually contributes to society instead of just.

“What’s this? These apples are a different shade of red… and they’re also coated in a thick, red, sugary layer of candy… Did humans really combine these two things? In what effort really? I suppose I can try one of these out for myself and see why. Though I do have to admit I am very skeptical of ruining my harvest like this.”

And so, the fox goddess grabbed one of those candied apples and gave it a sniff, inhaling the sweet aroma that came off of it. The longer it remained in her hands, the more it stuck to her fingers as she didn’t realize how bad it would be. Holo started out with a small bite at first, just to give it a sample before continuing. However, after that first bite, they only grew larger from there, and soon enough all that was left was a core and the remnants of the candy on her lips and fingers.

More like beached whale.

Clownpiece smirks, the adipose hell fairy laying in wait. The target of her efforts to stir up a bit of insanity on this late fall night? The owner and operator of a certain food cart. 

She manages to avoid snickering as she sneaked up on the nightsparrow, torch at the ready. She pondered how its effects would manifest in her latest victim; the brand of insanity it induces was hard to predict. On some, hallucinations, in others,  an inability to suppress their desires.  

"Not like you could eat me, anyway. I don't think you could get that mouth around me 'fore my tail decided you were lunch~"

"I could."

It was said with the sort of known resolve that only true blobby gluttons have.

And given the sheer expanse of Nagato, commonly known by most as Nagaton, she probably could.

I about died when I saw this, this is GREAT

​I will not lie,

Hestia blinked, pausing her munching down on a deep-fried doughnut. Fat? Her eyes looked down. Her Familia had been doing pretty good and she was able to relax like a proper goddess! It was good. She had.... softened and thickened though, she noticed it. While not much... she was now fat. There was no argument there.