With how successful Honami's onlyfats has been Ena's been able to speed up her own growth. But this has also been influencing the other members of 25ji.
"Mizuki," from behind the girl's shoulder, a panting gasp came all at once. "Mizuki!" Once more, before breaking into a hapless wheeze. "Mizuki, look at me." Desperate and cloying, the voice seemed to stick to Akiyama Mizuki's back like so much sweat that'd already accumulated atop it.
After a moment, Mizuki managed to set down the doll she was working on. "Hm?" Crooking her head about, she smiled wryly as she stared at one of her girlfriends. Her biggest, widest, heaviest girlfriend by a long stretch; Shinonome Ena. "Enanan, you need something?" She teased, jabbing a needle's head at the girl's truly titanic tummy. "I'll happily join you for a stuffing video, if ya want~!" She giggled, trying not to dream too hard of glutting Ena with sugary treats on camera, all for the gigantic model's OnlyFats account.
Ena just muttered something under her breath, rolling her eyes at her peachy-cheeked lover. "Nope, no way, definitely not." With a click from her tongue, Ena made a mental note to never let Mizuki ever stuff her again. After all, she always got carried away. "I just need to borrow your… Your something." She hurried to change the topic, her patience not second to let out before her shaking, trembling legs.
Ena's legs were behemothic, stacked pancakes of fats atop one another until she seemed like she might never stop growing. So round and wide that her width could be measured in mattresses rather than metres, Ena was a glob of meat and little else.
Mizuki's lip piqued. "My… Something?" She giggled once more. Knowing the answer, but refusing to let up until Ena embarrassed herself, Mizuki just spied down the landwhale with a pair of slim, analytic eyes. "What would that be, Ena-Landwhale?"
Ena grumbled, rubbing her belly as a redness tickled her triple-chins. "Ugh," she groaned, leaning hard on the doorframe. Either her dignity was going to surrender first, or her sweaty, shaky legs would give out first. Naked and oozing sweat, it was all too obvious what Ena wanted. "F-Fine!" She balked, all of a sudden, reaching out a meaty hand towards Mizuki. "Gimme your vibe, OK?" As soon as she said the word, Ena's face contracted in discomfort. "Your stupid fucking pink vibe. I need it."
Laughing at her girlfriend torturing herself, Mizuki just insisted further, leaning into her seat with a now-proud expression. "You need it, or you need it?" She wiggled the tip of the pin about and about, as if to threaten to just pop Ena's ballooned body, then and there.
Ena's sweating only grew worse. "I need it! Need-need!" With a howl, Ena slumped against the doorframe, her belly-heavy body finally buckling under the weight of itself. "I r-really do…" Ena didn't dare say why, but she knew Miuzki had already assumed no end of 'correct' answers. "Please…" Ena whined, her fat belly squidged against Mizuki's double-doorframe.
"Sure!" Satisfied with Ena's truly crippled countenance, Mizuki slid open the third draw down on the leftmost side of her desk's underside. "Piggy Ena-chan needs old vibe-chan~!" She chuckled, retrieving the rather lengthy vibrator; it was exactly as Ena had described it. Neon pink, and torturously long. As Mizuki gave it a one-two to look over it, she sighed for a moment. "It's still kinda second hand, though…"
Ena straight up interrupted her. "Don't care!" She reached out again, her fat-full handful twitchy and weak. "I need it!" She barked at the far smaller brat, her grimace finally abating as it was tossed over — tossed over, only to be caught by the tiniest of margins. Ena gave it a look over, too."You horny pig." She tutted, letting it all soak into her flabby hand's wrinkles. "If this makes me pregnant, I'm getting your ass."
Mizuki made a tiny little feminine noise. "Oh no!" She giggled, waving a hand at the furious landwhale filling her double-doorway. "Is fatty Enanan gonna punish me?" She sparkled away, not caring how much angrier she made her. "Gonna sit on me again?" With a shiver down her spine, Mizuki made her way over to her bed. "Just like Massive-Mafuyu, yesterday? Or maybe you're gonna eat all my snacks, like Kana-Dough~!"
Ena just swallowed her frustration. "Idiot." She rolled her eyes again. Now that three-quarters of Nightcord were now OnlyFats creators, the group was practically at the whim of the only full-mobile member left. Mizuki was begged, on hand and knee sometimes, to make dinner or fetch snacks. Usually, by Ena herself. "One of these days, you're gonna end up as big as us." With a beam of malice, Ena resorted to giving Mizuki little more than a parting glower.
Mizuki trilled, imagining her body ballooning up into a barely-mobile, bed-breaking blob like Mafuyu — or a fridge emptying fatass like Kanade. "I'll look forwards to it!" For now though, Mizuki needed to remain thin for their sake. "And! I'll look forwards to your next audio!"
Ena just tried to control herself. Her legs were barely functioning; her belly was begging for food; and her pussy was aching. Screaming, almost. Whining, and droning on. Pleading for release. With a slap to her belly's huge top roll, Ena silenced at least half of those squeals. "Yeah, yeah." She puffed to her puffy, petulant body. "I'll feed you soon…"
Taking Mizuki vibrator once more to hand, Ena grimaced as the thing nearly slipped clean free. "Geez, she can really do it, can't she?" Staring at the thing, which had once been glittery before it's own overuse, Ena reached down and down — as far as her fat hand, and thick arm could reach. "Nnnhh….!"
Pleading for it all, Ena pushed the head of Mizuki's vibrator between the massive hang of her fat gut, and the gushing rolls of her thigh. "It…!" She gasped, as she felt the slightest twinge of release, for just a millisecond. "It r-reaches…" Ena's voice became a mewling, slow drought of humiliation. She'd be hanging on to this, for a while — until Mafuyu stole it, at least.
