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April 2024 Story Poll (3 Days Left)

POLL WILL BE OPEN UNTIL APRIL 28TH 11:59PM CST

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Vote to decide which of the following will be turned into a full story.

Poll Link: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102421843

A) Amy’s Body Swap Binging (Futurama Women Weight Gain): Yearning to indulge in her need to stuff her face with food, Amy makes liberal use of a new body swapping device. Switching from various women’s forms, she creates a plague of weight gain as she turns friends, foes, and random bystanders alike into massive blobs of flesh.

B) The Ultimate Photographer’s Flatulent Flab (Mahiru (Danganronpa) Slobifiction (WG, Burping, and Farting): Seeing Mahiru getting overwhelmed by the stress of Monokuma’s death game, Nagito tries to calm her down by giving her an anti-energy drink. While the beverage manages to calm her down, it comes with the adverse side effects of weight gain, gassiness, addiction, and a need to properly express gratitude towards the man who led her down this slobby path.

C) Refined Like Wine (Female Fat MILF TF and Sexual Content): Upon receiving the gift of a bottle of wine from her boyfriend, a woman begins to gradually change both physically and mentally. While her boyfriend is understandably worried, she is more than willing to use her new status as a plump MILF to have some fun with him.

D) A Personal Trainer’s Slob Problem(Female 1st Person Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting) and Sexual Content): Years of pushing her clients too far leads to a personal trainer gaining the ire of a witch and a slobby curse in the process. As her once fit body becomes inundated with fat and gas, it falls to her once meek assistant to show her the fund of giving into hedonistic desires.

E) Yuri-Normous (Yuri (DDLC) Weight Gain): In an attempt at sabotaging her competition for the player's love, Monika modifies Yuri to steadily gain weight. Shenanigans ensue as school life gets harder as her waist gets wider. (Almost 300 lbs being her max weight.)

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Patreon Prompts Vol. 24

This is a compilation of Patreon Prompt 526-550. $5 and up Patrons can make weekly prompt requests.

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The Gathering: Scott Pilgrim Girls

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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Kim Pine, Roxanne Richter, and Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim) Various Transformations and Expansions

WORDS: 5000 

For those that want to go in blind, the full list of transformations and expansions is at the bottom of the story.

A strange video tape transports Kim, Ramona, and Roxanne to a strange temple to participate in a ritual known as the Gathering, where their bodies are transformed and morphed in various astoundingly bizarre ways.

This story was created by randomly picking from a list of various transformations and expansions.

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            Staring out the window of No-Account Video, Kim Pine watched the rain as it poured onto the sidewalk. A brush of her hand through her short, red hair let her freckled face gaze upon the CLOSED sign hanging on the window. Leaning against the front counter ruffled her black and white, zipped up sweatshirt. Her blue skirt received the same treatment as she crossed her legs. The ritual was one of the many ways she had learned to make time pass faster during her shifts. She hoped that the method would also work for the extra hours she needed to put in watching over the store’s temporary help.

            Breaking her uneventful watch of the entrance, Kim’s eyes drifted over to the person currently sweeping up the floor. The slightly chubby woman with her blonde hair tied up into pigtails seemed normal at first. That was until someone saw the purple gi she was wearing, that kept her arms and legs bare to allow her to show what her ninja training could do. Roxanne Richter was the main reason the shop was messed up in the first place, making the grimace on her face and the bored look in her eyes seem fitting. That or she still had some leftover hang ups with her ex-girlfriend.

            Leaving the ninja to do battle with a family of dust bunnies, Kim lazily glanced over to Ramona Flowers. For the exhilarating activity of stocking the shelves with DVDs, she had settled on dying her hair varying shades of pink for the day. The bright hue of her locks stood out against her relatively plain looking blue jeans and grey jacket. This clash of styles was something that Kim had grown somewhat used to ever since Ramona and Scott met. That was probably why she wasn’t so surprised when the pink haired woman pulled out a strange looking VHS tape from a box.

            “What kind of movie is this?” Ramona asked, waving around the tape to show off the black and white eye printed on it.

            “Beats me,” Kim said with a shrug. “Think I would remember seeing something that creepy.”

            “Sounds interesting,” Roxanne commented, leaning up against her broom. “Put it on. It’ll give us something to make this go faster.”

            “Or make you slack off even more,” Kim commented.

            “Whatever, let’s just put it on,” Roxanne replied with a grin.

            “Does it even work?” Ramona asked.

            “Only one way to find out,” Kim replied, walking around the corner to take the tape from Ramona.

            Brushing aside a layer of dust, Kim got to work setting up a VCR to play the mystery tape. Taking a moment to hook up all the wires to a TV, she cleaned off her clothes and took a step back. With remote in hand and the other girls at her side, she aimed at the screen and hit the play button.

            A field of static on the television began to reshape itself into the eye seen on the tape. Blinking a few times, the pupil stretched out so that only its black iris could be seen. In turn the girls stared back at the eye in an effort to figure out what it was trying to do. Unfortunately, they were left with only more confusion as the screen flickered to a pitch black.

From the void came a force that reached out to drag the girls into it. One by one, each of them were pulled into the TV. As the last one able to hold out, Kim had the privilege of watching the empty video store disappear to be replaced with something ancient and unknown.

            Hitting the ground with a thud, Kim struggled to get back to her feet and get an idea of where she was. The shrine-like chamber was made up of grey stone along the walls and floor that was lit by blue torches hanging from stone pillars at the side. Judging by the way Ramona and Roxanne looked around the room, she had to assume that they were equally mystified by the strange place.

            All at once, the group’s gazes fell upon the mysterious device located at what appeared to be an altar. The object looked like an oversized bingo machine with a collection of differently numbered stone balls inside of a see-through container. Located near the base of the object was an out of place monitor that showed the same eye as before.

            Upon stepping closer towards the altar, the women fell silent as cartoony images of their faces began to flash across the display. After a few seconds of spinning, the screen eventually stopped to show them in order with Kim in the front, Roxanne second, and Ramona in the last spot. As the faces shifted away, text appeared in their place.

            “Welcome to the Gathering Shrine,” Ramona read aloud. “In this temple, you will be put through a ritual that will alter your mind and body for the sake of appeasing the All Seeing One. Have no fear. Once you have gone through five rounds, you will be returned to your former selves and sent back to your home dimension. Have fun?”

            “What does it mean by that?” Roxanne asked.

            “I think it means we’re trapped here,” Kim answered. “At least until we play along with this ritual. Who is this All Seeing One anyway?”

            Though neither Ramona nor Roxanne was able to answer, Kim was replied to by the sound of the device whirring to life. As the balls shook around their enclosure, her face appeared dead center on the screen. Preparing for some kind of attack, she waited for a trapdoor to open beneath her feet or a volley of one hundred arrows to be shot at her. Peeking past her crossed arms to see what was coming her way, she watched as a ball with the digits 119 etched into it roll out of the machine.

            Kim’s attempt to try and figure out what the number meant was ruined by a light, airy feeling going through her mind. Dropping her arms to her side, she stood there slack jawed while her head began to swell at a rapid pace. Becoming larger than her body in a matter of seconds, her enlarged cranium revealed itself to be filled with helium as she was lifted off the ground. Despite her expanded head and recently acquired buoyancy, she was overcome by a sense of pleasant calm.

            “Kim!” Ramona shouted out, rushing over to grab the redhead’s leg before she floated off. “Are you okay?”

            “Me…okay,” Kim replied, showing off an idiotic smile as her head bobbed up and down, ruffling the hair stretched across her inflated scalp.

            “Dammit, she’s become a literal air head,” Roxanne commented, taking on the task of holding on to Kim’s other leg. “Hold her still. Maybe I can delate her with a shuriken.”

            “No, she’ll pop,” Ramona shouted back, nearly getting lifted off of the ground herself.

            “Then what else are we supposed to do?”

            Roxanne’s question went unanswered as the device started to move again. Glancing over to see her face show up on the screen, her eyes kept focus on the different balls. When the machine stopped moving again to produce an orb with the number 80 on it, her attention soon drew to the shivers going across her body.

            The shudders forced Roxanne to let go of the air head as her arms were pushed into her body. When her legs did the same, her figure began to thicken up with added mass that stretched her clothes to their limits. Rather than a bulged out form, she maintained a plump, cylindrical shape as she continued to grow. Doubling her original height, her added thickness tore at the seams of her outfit to leave parts of her flesh on display. With her limbs sunken into her figure, all she could manage to do was roll back and forth with her sausage-like body.

            “Roxanne, what happened?” Ramona called out, having to struggle even harder to keep Kim on the ground.

            “I don’t know!” Roxanne replied, turning herself over and over again in an attempt to fix herself. “Ugh, as if I wasn’t chubby enough. Hey, you got to do something here.”

            “Heheh, sausage,” Kim chuckled, only adding to the ninja’s torment.

            “Don’t worry Roxanne, I’ll think of something,” Ramona said, switching her attention back and forth between her companions’ bizarre bodies. “I just need time to get Kim secured.“

            Ramona was filled with intense feeling of dread as she spotted her face appear on the screen. Watching the device start to pick another ball, she tried to find some way to stop her fate. Too busy focusing on keeping Kim from floating off, she nearly missed the moment when an orb appeared to show off number 54.

            Concerned with keeping a grip on her airheaded ally, Ramona had to fight again every inkling to react to the sight of pink fur covering her hands and going up her arms. The follicles matched her dyed hair; allowing them to blend in with the strands as she developed a set of triangular ears atop her scalp in replacement of her original ones. Left in awe by the sight of her face stretching out into a vulpine muzzle, she didn’t have time to address the feeling of something slipping out from beneath the hem of her jacket. That was until a few bats against her back forced her to look over her shoulder to see the bushy, fox tail that was attached to her lower body.

            “What is this?” Ramona said, pulling her hand away for a second to stare at her paw-like fingers, only to lurch forward to catch Kim again.

            “Unfair is what it is,” Roxanne, shouted out. “Balloon head and I get stuck with these weirdo shapes, while you become a sexy fox lady.”

            “Hehehe, fluffy tail,” Kim giggled out.

            “Not like it was my choice, Ramona called out. “It’s all because of this All Seeing One crap. We need to figure out what that is before-dammit, not again.”

            “What are you…oh shit!”

            “Yay!”

            Kim’s cheer coincided with her face appearing on the screen again. Her lightened mood made her feel like a kid in a candy store as the machine decided her fate. Bobbling her head forward, she managed to get a look at the number 5 from her high vantage point.

            Roxanne and Ramona immediately turned away from the device to see what would happen to Kim. The floating woman’s red locks dulled a bit to better match the grey streaks spread throughout. Her head’s spherical nature was disturbed by wrinkles and crow’s feet appearing on her skin. So busy staring at her enlarged head, the other girls almost didn’t notice the way Kim’s breasts and butt began to sag. It was only after they saw the slight chub appear along their companion’s mid-section did they piece together what was happening.

            “You got older,” Ramona called out.

            “I did?” Kim asked back, her more mature voice still tinged with airiness.

            “Yeah, you look old enough to be my mom,” Roxanne commented. “Except your head is more literal than metaphorical.”

            The sound of the device starting again made Roxanne begin the arduous task of trying to maneuver her tube-like body. The best she could manage was to turn herself upside down in the process of facing the device. Straining her eyes, she was able to just barely make out the number 95.

            A shudder going through Roxanne’s sausage shaped figure brought her attention to her lower body. Putting all of her strength into it, she managed to gradually tilt herself up. The elation she felt as she managed to stand herself up again was lessened as she got a look at her legs. No longer stuck inside of her form, her limbs were able to show off the thick, muscular calves and bulged out thighs currently holding up her misshapen form.

            “I look like a god damn food mascot,” Roxanne complained; leaving dents in the stone as she stomped around on her powerful legs.

            While Kim was more than happy to give a hearty laugh at Roxanne’s expense, Ramona was able to stifle her own amusement. “Well, at least you can move on your own again. And those are some pretty impressive legs.”

            “Yeah, I just wish they didn’t come with such thick thunder thighs,” Roxanne complained, nearly falling over as she tried to take control of her enhanced limbs. “Let’s see how you feel in a second. Looks like you’re turn is up again.”

            Right on cue, another ball rolled out of the machine. Bracing herself for the worst, Ramona glanced over at the number 76. Unsure of what was coming next, she clung closer to the middle aged balloon head and waited.

            Ramona’s grip on Kim weakened slightly as her body lost a head of height. The change in stature came with a slight modification to her ears and muzzle to make them more canine-like. The fur covering her body became even fluffier, making up for her loss in mass. Struggling to keep her grip on Kim, she nearly missed her bushy tail morphing into a curlier shape.

            “Puppy!” Kim shouted out, her flailing shaking around her sagging curves and nearly freeing herself from Ramona’s grasp.

            “A Shiba Inu to be more precise,” Roxanne clarified. “I’ve heard some people call them fox dogs.”

            “Who said that?” Ramona asked, trying and failing to get her tail uncurled.

            “Some randos on the internet,” Roxanne replied, managing to lean her body up against the wall to give her pumped up legs a break. “It’s the only way I can make sense of what you are anyway.”

            “My turn! My turn!” Kim called out as the machine popped out ball 38.

            “I don’t see how you can be so-“

            Ramona’s mouth became garbled as Kim’s once small skirt transformed into a puffy abomination of frills and lace. Forced to let go of Kim and her luxurious garment, she looked up to see the airhead float up towards the ceiling. Kim’s freedom allowed the other girls to watch as the rest of her clothes went through a similar change to gift her with an elegant, pink gown. The regality of the outfit was slightly undone by the cleavage window that showed off her drooping breasts as they went up several cup sizes. A glance upwards allowed Ramona and Roxanne to confirm that, while the skirt itself was quite puffy, the garment’s size was mostly due to Kim’s sunken backside doubling in width and heft.

            “I’m a pretty princess!” Kim announced, cheerful in spite of her head constantly bumping up against the ceiling.

            “Great, now how do we get her down?” Ramona asked as her highness continued her air born waltz.

            “Sorry,” Roxanne replied, glancing over to see orb number 70 roll out, “but I have my own problems to deal with.”

            Roxanne’s words rang true as the scraps of her top began to unravel at the seams. The cause made itself clear as her breasts popped apart the fabric to show off their udder-like size. As the heavy tits bounced against her body, clear droplets began to leak from her teats. With liquid continuing to leak out at an increasing pace, she started to chew on her lip. Running over to the nearest wall, she pressed her bosom up against it to start pushing down.

            “What are you doing?” Ramona asked.

            “They feel … so… full,” Roxanne replied, her breathing made heavy by the constant stimulation. “MMMPH, not to mention sensitive. Dammit, this isn’t doing it for me. If only my hands weren’t so stubby I could take care of this myself. Ramona, come milk me!”

            “What!?”

            “Yay milky!” Kim exclaimed, not helping Ramona’s problem.

            “Come on, I neeeeeed it,” Roxanne pleaded, bouncing up and down on her legs to sprinkle the floor with her breast milk.

            Ramona let out a sigh. “Fine,” she relented, walking over to Roxanne. “Now get down, I can’t reach you from up there.”

            Eagerly squatting down on her muscular legs, Roxanne left her heavy tits at head level with Ramona. Judging by the look on the sausage woman’s face, Ramona could guess that Roxanne wanted her to suckle from the leaking teats like a baby. Getting the distinct scent of hotdog water coming from the droplets, Ramona instead milked her companion with her hands while keeping a good distance away from the outpour to avoid it dripping onto the many follicles covering her body. Her plan only held up until a pleased moan from Roxanne coincided with a burst of her “milk” coming out to lay a few droplets on Ramona’s tongue.

            Leaving the tits to continue leaking, Ramona turned away to try and get the taste of meat water out of her mouth. Discouraged by the sight of a few droplets sliding down her muzzle, it took a moment for her to recall that her turn was up again. That was until her ears picked up the sound of ball number 89 rolling out.

            Looking away from Roxanne, Ramona surveyed her body for any sign of change. She found what she was looking for in the form of a bulge starting to push against the front of her jeans. Her fears were confirmed as her zipper burst open to allow a girthy, canine knot and matching balls to hang out. Still trying to deal with her additional genitalia, she certainly wasn’t prepared to deal with the “unique” nature of her lower head.

            “The hell are these things?” Ramona asked, unwilling to touch the set of puffy, pink lips at the tip of her manhood. Though no words came out of the extra mouth, that didn’t stop it from constantly puckering as if trying to reach out for something. “What kind of twisted person would want to have a dick with lips?”

            “Jackpot!”

            Roxanne’s outburst was the only warning Ramona got to her leaning forward to shove a leaking nipple into her dick. The initial discomfort Ramona felt was undone by a surge of strange pleasure as her lower mouth drank deeply from the flowing teats. Unable to make the noise themselves, the lips sent shudders up Ramona’s body to force out moans from her canine muzzle. Too preoccupied with dealing with the strange act of intimacy, she didn’t notice ball number 23 roll out for Kim’s turn.

            With Roxanne’s teats momentarily brought down in size by the drinking session, Ramona managed to yank her lip dick away from her. As she stumbled back, shreds of fabric fell upon her head. Flicking off the tatters of Kim’s panties with her ears, she looked to see a set of furry, cloven legs sticking out from beneath the floating princess’s dress. As the balloon head drifted further away, Ramona noticed the pointed, fuzzy tail that peeked out of the back of the skirt to tickle her ample butt cheeks. Backing up further, she noticed a set of curved horns on the side of Kim’s inflated head that were reminiscent of a goat.

            “We’d better do something before she pops,” Roxanne said, moving on shaky legs as droplets began to leak from her nipples again. “Let’s hurry up. I don’t know how long I can go before I have to get milked again.”

            Unfortunately for Roxanne, her time drew even shorter as number 72 appeared for her. Further attempts to speak were foiled by her cheeks rapidly swelling up in a similar fashion to Kim’s head. While her face was nowhere near as large as the blissfully ignorant Kim’s cranium, the puffiness was enough to obscure most of her facial features. Working through her puffed up cheeks, she tried to desperately say something. All that came out was a forced raspberry that added to her unflattering appearance.

As much as Ramona tried to be concerned about her friend’s condition, she couldn’t help herself from letting out a giggle at the literal butt face in front of her. Her laughter only stopped once she heard it echoed from her second mouth. As her lip dick’s chuckling settled down, she managed to hear ball number 73 roll out right before another PHHHHHRRRRRTTTT was spit out by Roxanne.

            Turning back towards Kim, Ramona thought for a moment that the ceiling was getting higher as the balloon princess drew further away. The reality of the situation set in once she felt her clothes become heavy against her body as if they were trying to swallow her up. Shrugging off the discarded clothes, she let out a squeaky yell as she began to fall towards the ground. Moments before she impacted, a reaction of something on her back allowed her to lift back up. Looking over her shoulder, she was shocked to see a pair of translucent, dragonfly wings attached to her torso. Floating over her discarded clothing allowed her to notice that she was now no more than one foot tall; two if she counted the still massive cock hanging between her legs.

            “Fuzzy fairy!” Kim shouted out as she drifted overhead.

            “You do look PHHHHHHRRRTTTT pretty cute,” Roxanne managed to force past her swollen cheeks by talking slowly. “Minus the PHHHHRRRRRTTT lip dick of course.”

            “Shut up!” Ramona shouted out; her angry yell mitigated by her squeaky voice. “Stop gawking at me and brace yourselves. I think we’re at the final round.”

            “Yay!” Kim cheered, not feeling a single inkling of terror as she was given number 20.

            Having endured so much, it came as little surprise to Ramona and Roxanne that Kim greeted the appearance of something emerging from her lower back with excitement rather than worry. Her mood was momentarily ruined by a bulbous, yellow and black striped abdomen ripping apart the back of her skirt. As a stinger slipped out of her new growth to rest in-between her exposed ass cheeks, she recovered just in time for her transformation to complete. Thanks to a set of bee wings appearing on her back, she was free to control her flight pattern across the room. Flying across the chamber allowed her to show off the pair of antennae that had emerged right below her horns to match the glossy, pure black eyes she had developed.

            So busy looking up to see Kim’s furred legs had taken up the same, black and yellow bee pattern as her stinger, Roxanne missed seeing ball 81 appear for her turn. By the time she saw her number, it was too late to prepare for the thick pelt of blonde fur that covered up her skin. The frantic PHHHHRRRTTTTTSSS that spit out of her lips took on a grizzlier tone as the hairs lined her puffy face. Her pair of rounded, furred ears flicked in time with the nub of a tail placed above her backside. Though she was incapable of looking at her hands thanks to her arms still being sunken into her torso, she could feel something prick the sides of her skin. Looking past her swollen cheeks and leaking, engorged bosom, she stretched out her muscular legs to look at the pair of paws on her feet that identified the addition of bear characteristics to her bizarre body.

            Looking between Kim and Roxanne, Ramona looked towards the machine to prepare for her final fate. Wings shuddering and fur standing on end, she watched as she received ball 85. The laughter emanating from her lower lips continued even as the girthy member became covered in scales. The fur lining her body spread out to show her skin take on a thick hide beneath. From her mouth emerged rows of sharp teeth to match the claws that appeared on her fingers as each of her hands morphed to only have three digits each. A similar change to her toes came alongside her legs bending at an angle to better match her newly created talons. Amidst all of this, she barely noticed her wings getting swapped out for leather ones that called back to an ancient beast.

            Amidst trying to get a grip on what exactly her new dinosaur parts made her into, Ramona was called over to the machine by a dinging noise. Hearing the same sound, Roxanne stumbled her way forward, using the sight of her fairy friend as a guide. Beating her wings at a rapid pace, Kim managed to fight against the lift of her head to get herself down to her friends. With the trio reunited, Ramona read out loud.

            “Congratulations and thank you for participating in the Gathering,” the screen read. “Enjoy your forms for as long as you like. When you are ready to return to your own world and bodies, merely press the button.”

            As soon as Ramona finished reading, the aforementioned red button emerged from the machine. Kim’s giggling did little to convince her companions to keep up this little game for the sake of their unseen host. Seeing a nod from Roxanne’s butt face, Ramona went to go push the button. When her tiny claws and talons proved ineffective for using the controls, she let out a sigh as she realized her only option. Weidling her oversized member like a long stick, she slammed it up against the button. Though this did result in her lower lips giggling with sick glee, it also triggered a flash of white light that blinded the trio.

            With a thud, Kim landed on the floor of the video store. No longer having to deal with excess air in her head, she was able to move on her own two feet and get a grip on her surroundings. The shop looked just the same as she remembered, as if they had only been gone for a few seconds. Casting her gaze across her and the other girls’ bodies, their clothes had been repaired and any unusual modifications to their bodies had been undone. It was as if nothing had happened at all. Unfortunately, any chance to deny the strange event was struck down as they all saw what was playing on the television.

            In great detail, the video tape played back the events of the Gathering. No longer burdened by a lack of intelligence, Kim winced at the sight of her time as an airheaded, aging princes who cared little about showing off her furry, cloven feet and buxom curves as she buzzed around the chamber. Roxanne remained quiet while she watched her sausage body prance around the temple on her muscular legs, leaking “milk” from her engorged breasts to soak into her bear fur while her puffed up cheeks let out a cacophony of rude noises. Stepping up to the TV, Ramona got a good look at the strange mix of scales and fur that had covered her tiny, fairy body. Revolted by the sight of her lip dick smacking its lips at her through the screen, Ramona turned away just before Kim shut off the tape.

            “The hell do we do with this thing?” Roxanne asked, yanking out the VHS and waving it around.

            “Burn it,” Ramona suggested, looking more than ready to do the deed herself.

            “I’d agree with you,” Kim began, strolling up to claim the tape for herself, “but I’m already in enough trouble with my boss. I’ll talk to them and try to figure out what they want to do with it. For now,” she said, picking up the discarded broom and dustpan to hand over to the other girls, “we still have a job to do.”

Kim Pine:

1.     (119) Air Head (Head Inflation and IQ Loss)

2.     (5) Age Progression

3.     (38) Princess

4.     (23) Satyr

5.     (20) Bee

Roxanne Richter:

1.     (80) Sausage

2.     (95) Leg Growth

3.     (70) Milky Breasts (Lactation)

4.     (72) Buttface (Cheek Growth and Constantly Blowing Raspberries)

5.     (81) Bear

Ramona Flowers:

1.     (54) Fox

2.     (76) Dog (Shiba Inu)

3.     (89) Lip Dick

4.     (73) Fairy

5.     (85) Dinosaur

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Skin Tight

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Patreon Prompt 551

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Prompt: (Fat Wolf Girl Masturbation) https://www.furaffinity.net/view/40860128/

Exhausted from having to exist with other people all week, Shina the wolf woman was more than ready for a weekend alone. Stripping herself of her restrictive clothing allowed her massive figure of black fur and thick flab to freely jiggle around. She decided to leave on a red tube top to hold her meaty mammaries in place, while still letting parts of her plump teats peek out. Bringing her heavy rear down on her couch, she spread out to let her mass take up every inch of space. Properly settled into her favorite spot, the time came to truly indulge herself.

Wagging her bushy tail in anticipation, the barbell piercing on the tips of Shina’s ears shivered as she carefully balanced the contents of several take out bags onto her doughy gut. Sliding her tongue along her muzzle, she only gazed at her spread for a few seconds before she lunged at it with her paws. Each bite of a greasy burger or salty fries made her hum in pleasure, making her elect to get the crumbs off of her hands by either licking them clean or running them through her scruffy mane of white hair.

Nearing the end of her meal, Shina decided to optimize her pleasure by using her latest toy. Leaving one hand to continue stuffing her face, she used the other to grab at a girthy, wand vibrator. Setting the device to the highest setting, she spread open her legs and proceeded to run it along her womanhood. Her bites began to be interrupted by moans leaving her lips as she allowed the toy to stimulate every inch of her plump pussy. The further she pushed her limits, the more sweat began to mix with her fur to create a musk that paired well with the lingering smell of her greasy feast. Unable to hold on much longer, she managed to finish off one last burger before she let out a howl of ecstasy.

Slumping down on the couch, Shina managed to just barely keep the wand in her shaking hand. Scrunching up her chins to peek past her belly, she could see the mess of wetness her orgasm had left on her fur and the cushions. Reveling at the sight of another stain on her couch, she licked her lips to regain her strength before reactivating the vibrator for another round of pure hedonism.

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A) Amy’s Body Swap Binging (Futurama Women Weight Gain): Yearning to indulge in her need to stuff her face with food, Amy makes liberal use of a new body swapping device. Switching from various women’s forms, she creates a plague of weight gain as she turns friends, foes, and random bystanders alike into massive blobs of flesh.

B) The Ultimate Photographer’s Flatulent Flab (Mahiru (Danganronpa) Slobifiction (WG, Burping, and Farting): Seeing Mahiru getting overwhelmed by the stress of Monokuma’s death game, Nagito tries to calm her down by giving her an anti-energy drink. While the beverage manages to calm her down, it comes with the adverse side effects of weight gain, gassiness, addiction, and a need to properly express gratitude towards the man who led her down this slobby path.

C) Refined Like Wine (Female Fat MILF TF and Sexual Content): Upon receiving the gift of a bottle of wine from her boyfriend, a woman begins to gradually change both physically and mentally. While her boyfriend is understandably worried, she is more than willing to use her new status as a plump MILF to have some fun with him.

D) A Personal Trainer’s Slob Problem(Female 1st Person Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting) and Sexual Content): Years of pushing her clients too far leads to a personal trainer gaining the ire of a witch and a slobby curse in the process. As her once fit body becomes inundated with fat and gas, it falls to her once meek assistant to show her the fund of giving into hedonistic desires.

E) Yuri-Normous (Yuri (DDLC) Weight Gain): In an attempt at sabotaging her competition for the player's love, Monika modifies Yuri to steadily gain weight. Shenanigans ensue as school life gets harder as her waist gets wider. (Almost 300 lbs being her max weight.)

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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Kim Pine, Roxanne Richter, and Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim) Various Transformations and Expansions WORDS: 5000 A strange video tape transports Kim, Ramona, and Roxanne to a strange temple to participate in a ritual known as the Gathering, where their bodies are transformed and morphed in various astoundingly bizarre ways. This story was created by randomly picking from a list of various transformations and expansions. $3 and up Patrons can read this story a day early: https://www.patreon.com/posts/gathe.....cott-102869060

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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Kim Pine, Roxanne Richter, and Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim) Various Transformations and Expansions WORDS: 5000 A strange video tape transports Kim, Ramona, and Roxanne to a strange temple to participate in a ritual known as the Gathering, where their bodies are transformed and morphed in various astoundingly bizarre ways. This story was created by randomly picking from a list of various transformations and expansions. $3 and up Patrons can read this story a day early: https://www.patreon.com/posts/gathe.....cott-102869060

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A Cheetah’s Chub Corruption (WIP Preview)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: 1st Person Cheetah Woman Slobification (WG, Burping and Farting) As a star athlete cheetah woman, I thought that the start of my college career would be the beginning of a life devoted to showing off my fit body. However, a fateful run in with fast food led me down a path that altered me into a gluttonous, gassy, blob that was forced to look elsewhere for employment at the cost of my dignity. $3 and up Patrons can read a preview of this upcoming story: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102859252

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Blueberry Bloated Heroes

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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Aizawa, Mirko, and Midnight (MHA) Blueberry Expansion, Burping, Farting, and Sexual Content

WORDS: 8000

In pursuit of a villain, several heroes fall victim to the corruption of turning into massive, gassy blueberries. They're degrading conditions don't do much to lessen the enjoyment of being idiotic spheres of juice eager to satisfy each other's urges.

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            Wandering between the empty warehouses that villains so often frequented, Midnight tried to keep her eyes peeled for any sign of the culprit of the recent strange occurrences in the city. Her long, black hair and black dominatrix outfit helped her to blend in with the shadows as she moved. There was a chance that her red eye mask and buxom curves would give her away, but it was hard to get rid of the things that made her the hero she was. In any case, she was certain that her quirk and whip would be more than enough to take care of any trouble she ran into while she searched for the suspect.

            Midnight’s attempt to stealthily creep amongst the buildings faltered at the sound of something running up behind her. Turning on her heels, the heroine prepared to defend herself. As the figure came rushing towards her and was illuminated by the moonlight, her stance relaxed as she recognized the familiar face and pair of long, white ears.

            Coming to an abrupt stop, Mirko managed to stop a few feet away from Midnight. Stomping her powerful legs, she waved about her locks of white hair to let the tips sway against her toned hips and thighs. Stretching out the crescent moon symbol on her white leotard, the rabbit hero showed off an eager grin as her eyes scanned the area.

            “Any sign of the villain?” Mirko asked, tapping her rabbit-like feet against the ground. “I’m itching to really smack them around.”

            “Shh,” Midnight said, holding up a finger. “You need to be quiet.”

            “Sorry,” Mirko replied, lowering her voice. “I’m just raring to give that creep a beating for what he did to those other heroes.”

             Midnight let out a knowing sigh. “I’m just as eager as you are, but we need to be careful. The last thing we want is to end up like Mt. Lady.”

            A shudder went down the rabbit hero’s spine. “Yeesh, don’t have to remind me. I think they’re still cleaning up the mess she made. When we catch this villain, I wonder if we can force them to fix Mt. Lady. Or at the very least, aid in picking up the leftovers of her-“

            Mirko paused as her ears picked up something. With a wave of her hand, she gestured for Midnight to follow. Staying close to one another, the heroines made their way to the side entrance of one of the warehouses. From behind the locked door, Midnight could make out the sound of someone muttering on the other side. As she pondered how to get in, she only had a half second to recognize the thunderous steps charging towards her. Managing to the swing out of the way in the nick of time, she watched as Mirko slammed through the door with an axe kick.

            Groaning at the rabbit hero’s brash nature, Midnight regardless followed inside. What she found was an empty warehouse that provided little hiding places for a man dressed up in a chef’s outfit groveling on the floor. Recognizing the angular moustache and bulbous nose, she managed to piece together who exactly he was.

            “It’s over, Conniving Chef,” Midnight declared. “We’re her to put you under arrest.”

            “L-let’s not be too hasty,” the man pleaded, trying to stand up only to freeze as Mirko pounded her fists together. “It’s not what you think.”

            “Seems pretty clear cut to me,” Mirko said as she loomed over him. “You’re the scumbag that’s been turning heroes and innocent civilians into those freaks.”

            “T-that’s because of my employers,” he quickly explained. “They force me to use my cooking quirk to come up with strange food that can alter a person’s body. If I didn’t, they said they would break my fingers. Can’t you see that I’m just as much as a victim as they are?”

            “Pretty hard to prove you’re innocent after what you did to Mt. Lady,” Midnight accused.

            “It was self-defense,” he answered, shuffling away from the heroines. “She was so big and intimidating that I panicked. I don’t think logically when I’m stressed out.”

            “A likely story,” Mirko said, cracking her knuckles as she stepped closer to him. “Let’s see if it holds up after I’m done with you.”

            “P-please, you have to believe me.”

            “We’ll see if you’re telling the truth, after we take you in,” Midnight said, already preparing to unleash her quirk to put him to sleep.

            “No. I can’t go to jail. My culinary career will be ruined. GET AWAY FROM ME!”

            A flash of blue appeared at the tips of the Conniving Chef’s fingers. From his palm sprung two, violet colored jelly beans that zipped through the air. Recognizing the candies as being the very same ones that had taken out Mt. Lady, Midnight shut her mouth tight to let one bounce off her lips. Using the momentary distraction to his advantage, the chef made a break for the exit.

            “Get back here!” Midnight shouted out as the “villain” rushed out into the night. “Mirko come on, we need to…”

            Midnight trailed off as she turned towards Mirko. Her heart stank as she saw something sink down the rabbit hero’s throat. Her worry only grew as she saw a shade of blue appear on the tip of her comrade’s nose and gradually spread out along her face.

            “Mirko, did you swallow the candy?” Midnight asked, rushing towards her ally’s side.

            “Yeah, but I’m fine,” Mirko replied, trying to keep a straight face even as the blue coloring spread to her cheeks. “More importantly, we need to chase after that evil-UUUUUURRRRPPPP!”

            Staggering back from the belch, Mirko tried to keep herself standing. Wiping her face with the back of her glove, she came away with a trail of blue liquid. Recognizing it as berry juice, she tried in vain to spit it out onto the ground. However, she was stopped by another burp rolling up her throat forced her to be surrounded by the smell of blueberries.

            “I’m calling off the mission,” Midnight said, keeping an eye on Mirko while still maintaining a safe distance. “We need to get you to a hospital as soon as possible.”

            “Yeah, let me just BWOOOOOOOORRRPPPPP!”

            Mirko’s boisterous belch sent a tremor through her swelling form. Under the duress of the shudders, her costume began to tear. The breaking point formed around the middle of her leotard where it was trying to contain her rapidly growing gut. Though the hole started off small, it was torn wide open as another belch parted her lips to let juice dribble down onto her exposed, bloated belly.

            “Come on,” Mirko said, trying to take care of the problem by beating against her sloshing gut. “It’ll take more than a little UUUUURRPP candy to take me out of commission.”

            Mirko’s constant beating against her belly came to an end as a squeaky fart leaked out from her backside. The blueberry scent that wafted up seemed to trigger something inside of her. The ferocity in her eyes became glazed over as her brain seemed to reset. When her mind came back, it was only to shift her attention towards purposefully squeezing her swelling form to push out more gas.

            This change in priorities culminated in the rabbit hero destroying the rest of her leotard herself to let her breasts breathe. While they were still small in comparison to her swelling gut, her boobs had gone through a drastic growth spurt to make them larger than her head. The added heft of her teats proved to be more than just for show as blue droplets began to leak from them. Midnight only had a few moments to gaze at the bare, leaking breasts for a moment before the rabbit hero lifted them up to her face to begin drinking from them.

            “Cut that out,” Midnight said, rushing over to try and stop Mirko. “Ingesting the juice will only make things worse.”

            “I don’t care,” Mirko said, her voice muffled by her own nipple. “It tastes soooooo BWOOOORRRPP good.”

            Fighting against what her fellow heroes had warned her about, Midnight lurched forward to grab Mirko’s wrist. Even with her muscles hidden beneath her swelling, blue flesh, the rabbit hero managed to struggle against her friend’s attempt to help her. Back and forth the two of them went; threatening to tip over the blueberry bunny at any moment. Though in the end Midnight did manage to remove the breast from Mirko’s lips it came at a heavy cost.

            A loud popping noise filled the warehouse as the teat was pulled out of the rabbit hero’s mouth. No longer controlled by its owner’s drinking, the breast was free to gush forth with the sweet liquid. Midnight tried to keep her mouth shut to avoid getting any of the juice inside of her. Unfortunately, her lips were pried open as Mirko leaned forward to slam her gut into hers as revenge for putting a premature end to her delectable drinking session.

            The sweet flavor that graced Midnight’s tongue did little to ease her fears. Backing away from Mirko, she pulled out a compact mirror and held it up to her face. Clenching her teeth as she saw a tiny, blue spot form at the tip of her nose, she struggled to think of a way to avoid succumbing to the same fate as the others. She could try to chase down the chef, but there was little chance that she would find him in time. It would also take too long for other heroes to show up to stop her from becoming like the gassy, blueberry bunny. So busy focusing on her imminent expansion, she nearly forgot about Mirko.

            “Mid-BWOOOOOORRRRPPP-night,” the rabbit hero belched, getting her teammate’s attention by wobbling her gut against her. “I need you.”

            “I know, I know,” Midnight replied, trying to pay attention to Mirko while also watching her mid-section for any sign of change. “We’ll just have to hope we can hold on long enough for someone to come and…”

            Midnight’s words trailed off to match the feeling of liquid sliding down her back. Turning around, she watched as Mirko sloshed around her belly and breasts to purposefully produce more juice. The blue droplets seeping out of her lips were sprayed further as she let out a moan. This display of self-stimulation came to a premature end as her hands were left unable to reach past her belly.

            “Please, UUUURRRPPP fuck me,” Mirko pleaded, the glazed over look in her eyes devoid of any higher thought.

            “Absolutely not,” Midnight replied, backing away from the growing puddle around Mirko’s feet. “That’s probably what that villain wants. To make us give in and hasten our progress into-“

            Tired of hearing Midnight’s excuses, the rabbit hero gave a smack of her belly to produce a rumbling BRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPP from her bloated buttocks. Overwhelmed by the stench of blueberries, Midnight could feel her mind start to slip. Clenching her fingers to try and keep her thoughts clear, she could already see Mirko winding up for another gas barrage. Fearing what would happen should the blueberry bunny gas bomb her, she begrudgingly gave in to Mirko’s request.

            “Midnight BWOOORRRPPP fuck?” Mirko asked as Midnight walked towards her.

            “No,” Midnight said, trying to keep herself from getting splashed by juice as she slid her hand along Mirko’s inner thigh. “But I can at least try to give you some relief to calm you down. IF you stand still. Understood?”

            Mirko’s muddled mind didn’t fully comprehend what her fellow hero meant, but she caught on after a few flicks against her vagina. Rapidly sliding her fingers across her ally’s labia, Midnight tried to focus on the clitoris to make things go as fast as possible. The task was made all the more difficult by her partner’s still swelling stomach trying to push her away. Her progress was slowed even further by the constant gushes of juice that spurted out of the rabbit hero’s womanhood. The trickling noise of the downpour flowing into the puddle on the floor added to the euphoric moans that left Mirko’s mouth.

            Losing the fight against her companion’s juices, Midnight was forced to get closer to finish the job. Pressing her head up against the underside of Mirko’s belly, she dug her fingers in as deep as they would go. A few more strokes brought the orgasmic cry she was hoping for, along with another guttural belch. Unfortunately, this release of lust came with an outburst of juice from the rabbit hero’s mouth and breasts. Too close to see it in time, Midnight ended up swallowing more of the tainted sweet liquid.

            Stumbling out of Mirko’s puddle, Midnight winced at the sound of a hole being ripped in the front of her outfit. Just like her companion, her mid-section began to swell from juice filling up her body. A loud pop coincided with her suit tearing apart to make way for her bulged out gut and even more luscious tits. Too busy staring at her blue, plumped up nipples, she yet again failed to pay attention to her fellow victim until it was too late.

            “You did UUUUUURRRPPP good,” Mirko said, colliding her much larger belly bulge into Midnight’s. “You drink now.”

            “Mirko, this has to UUURPP stop,” Midnight replied, wincing as more of her costume was torn asunder by her swelling form. “I don’t want to become a BWOOOOOORRRPPP!”

            Midnight’s belch acted as a signal to Mirko to make her move. Despite her added bulk, the rabbit hero demonstrated that she was still quite agile when it came to grabbing the heroine. Putting her extra weight to her advantage, Mirko pulled her partner in close and refused to let go. Mouth left open from another burp rolling up her throat, Midnight fell right onto the rabbit hero’s still leaking teats. Before she could recover and escape Mirko’s clutches, her captor was eager to share her gift by giving her bloated breasts a good squeeze.

            A surge of sweet juice began to fill up Midnight’s mouth. She tried to fight it at first, but her endurance weakened with each delicious drop that slid down her tongue. Purposefully getting closer to Mirko, she clamped her lips around the nipple to suckle from them like a big  baby. Enamored with swapping between the two leaking breasts, she paid little mind to her still swelling form. She didn’t even stop as a rippling PHHHHHHHRRRRTTTT escape her swelling rear to fill the area with more, fruit-scented fumes. All that mattered to her was giving her simplified desires exactly what they wanted.

            Between gulps of juice and blasts of gas from both ends, Midnight’s hands began to drift towards her womanhood. Feeling the trickles coming from between her legs, she shuddered as she reached ever closer to satisfying the well of urges that had taken over her body. That made it all the more agonizing when she realized that her swelling gut had grown large enough to block off access to her wet muff.

            “Why you UUUUURRRPPP stop?” Mirko asked.             “Me can’t BWOOOOOOORPPP touch pussy,” Midnight whined, trying to drown her sorrows in more juice only to have Mirko back away. Further irritated, she let out her anger by stomping her feet into the ground and producing a rumbling, berry-scented fart. “Give me UUUUURRPPPP juice!”

            “Me want juice BOOOUUUURRRPPP too,” Mirko replied, waddling back to her. “Wait, me  UUUURRRP think of way to help us both.”

            “What you mean, bunny woman?”

            “Easier if me show BWOOOOOORRRPPP you.”

            Jolting herself forward, Mirko managed to knock her comrade to the ground with a single belly bump. Cushioned from the impact by her swollen butt cheeks, Midnight began to lift herself up only to stop as her fellow hero got down on all fours. Confused, she could only watch as the blueberry bunny dragged her gut through the puddle to get closer to her nether region. Though her mind was still a haze of thirst and lust, she managed to figure out what was going on as Mirko got close enough to duck her head between her legs.

            Mirko got the drink she had been yearning for as she took the first big gulp of the juice leaking out from Midnight’s womanhood. As the rabbit hero’s tongue frantically slid across her labia, Midnight was granted the pleasure that her belly had been holding back from her. The women encouraged one another with their barrages of gas to keep their libidos high and their ability to think muted. Their hazy minds and focus on indulgence led them to ignore just how big they were growing.

            At the very last moment, Mirko managed to make her partner orgasm just as her body lifted her too high off the ground. In the wake of her ecstasy, Midnight managed to roll her spherical body over and use her stubby legs to get into a standing position. Moving at a glacial pace, she treaded through the leftover puddle of her blue juices to approach Mirko. The sheer mass of the car-sized Mirko made it unclear to Midnight exactly what she was looking at. Walking around the bloated bunny to figure out what she was, Midnight eventually found her comrades own, dripping womanhood. Rather than worry about getting stuck in the same position, she dove her face right in to start sucking on the pumped up pussy lips.

            Each mouthful of juice Midnight drank served to further swell her body and return the pleasure she had received mere moments prior. Accompanied by the sounds of Mirko’s gas and moans, she threw herself at the task in an attempt to drink every last drop. She had to strain her neck as her body swelled to better match her companion. Forced to wobble about as her enormous, blue belly encompassed her, she was determined to continue sucking up the sweet nectar. Thankfully for Mirko, her companion managed to gift her with an orgasm moments before she also became too large to keep herself steady.

            The ensuing BRRRAAAAAPPPPPP that erupted from Mirko’s backside was powerful enough to force her partner away. Spinning across the warehouse floor, Midnight left a trail of juice in her wake. Crashing into a wall, she was overtaken by a series of tremors across her form. The shaking forced juice to sprinkle out of her various orifices and once more irritated her libido. Unfortunately, she still couldn’t reach her genitalia and Mirko wasn’t in any position to help either.

            “Mir-BWOOOOOORRRPPPP-ko,” Midnight whined, her attempts to move herself limited by her hands and feet being swallowed up by her spherical figure. “Me want fuck and UUUURRPPP juice.”

            “Me too!” Mirko called out, her more aggressive flailing leading to her body producing an abundance of gas to fill the warehouse. “What we do UUUURRPP now?”

            Rather than try to answer through the belches and liquid seeping out of her mouth, Midnight scanned the room for a solution. Limited by her puffy face and her neck being sunken into her berry body, she could only manage to stare off at Miriko’s bloated form. Smacking her lips in desperation, her shifting gaze managed to finally notice something in her peripheral vision.

            Straining herself to look up, Midnight spotted the silhouette of a man slipping in from the rooftop. A shimmer of light across the man’s body revealed his black outfit and the white binding cloth around his neck. Concentrating through her haze of urges, she managed to recognize the man’s unkempt hair and the black stubble around his chin.

            “UUUUUURRRPPP Aizawa!” Midnight belched out, excitedly wriggling about her fingers and toes.

            Realizing that his attempt to go undetected was foiled, Aizawa stepped out into the light. “Guess I’m too late to stop you from getting blueberried, but at least you’re still conscious enough to speak.”

            “We BWOOOOOOOORRRPP fuck good!” Mirko shouted out, smacking her lips as she stared up at Aizawa.

             “Well… partially at least,” Aizawa commented as he glanced over at the rivulets of juice leaking out of the heroines’ orifices. “Maybe there’s still time to do something to reverse the effects. I wonder if Recovery Girl’s quirk would work. No, that would only lead to her getting infected too. Same goes for Eri. There has to be something that can-“

            Midnight interrupted Aizawa with a loud BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPP slapping out of her swollen rear. “Too much UUUUURRPP talking. Come down and BOOOUUUUURRRRPP fuck.”

            Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “Absolutely not. One drop of that stuff and I’ll be left just as horny and idiotic as you two.”

            “And BWOOOOOORRRPPP juicy,” Mirko added, not helping her case as a rumbling fart from her backside shook droplets of blue liquid from her teats. “It fun.”

            “And tasty,” Midnight added, sucking up the juice that filled her mouth. “Join BOOOUUUUURRRPPP us.”

            “I said, no,” Aizawa replied, trying to get the berry women to shut up with a glare he had used to great success on his students.

            “Fuck BWOOORRRPPP us!” Mirko shouted out.

            “Juice UUUUURRRPPP us!” Midnight commanded.

            “Fuck!”

            “BOOOOUUUURRRPP juice!”

            “Fuck PHHHHHRRRRTTT!”

            “Ju-UUUUURRRRPPP-uice!”

            “BWOOOOOORRRRPPPP FUUUUUUUCK!”

            With their words and rude expulsions doing little to persuade Aizawa to give into the temptation of becoming a blueberry, he turned his back on them. Pulling out his phone, he tried to figure out the best number to call to handle the situation. The ever present concern of exposing more people to the juices made him carefully consider who would be able to take care of the human produce. Narrowing his list down to Black Hole and other heroes in full body suits, he attempted to call them over to the scene.

            Before Aizawa could even get past the first ring, he was forced to drop his phone thanks to a series of tremors going through the warehouse. Holding onto the catwalk’s shaky railings, he peeked over the side to check on his indisposed allies. What he saw was the horny berries’ attempt to take care of their own needs by constantly rolling into one another. Their enthusiastic collisions pushed out more of their gas and juice as they moaned out in pleasure. The explosion of flatulence swiftly rose up to meet Aizawa and enshrouded him in the fruity aroma.

            Forced to drop his phone, Aizawa attempted to block the fumes with his binding cloth. The whiffs that managed to seep into his nose started to peck away at his mental fortitude. Awkwardly stumbling across the catwalk, he had to put all of his focus on just standing up under the duress of the girl’s repeated collisions. Unfortunately, one misstep forced him to topple over the railing.

            Aizawa’s plummet was cushioned as he fell upon a pair of soft, sloshing spheres. Feeling the liquid quicky seep into his clothes, he scrambled to try and get himself off of Mirko and Midnight. He took a moment to wrap his binding cloth tightly around his lips to avoid any unnecessary samplings of the women’s juices. Managing to crawl his way down to the ground, he tried to make a mad dash for the exit.

            The many years of experience that aided Aizawa’s run proved to be no match for the sheer fervor of his two pursuers. Moments before he could reach the door, he was forced to leap out of the way as Mirko slammed her body into it. Escaping from the resulting blast of flatulence, he stepped back to have Midnight’s bloated form barely graze him. Using the distraction of the berry women rubbing against one another, he attempted to run off in search of another exit. His escape attempt came to a premature end as his feet slipped on one of the many puddles of juice along the ground.

            Without the heft of his allies to soften the blow, Aizawa was left dazed by his head hitting the floor. Wincing as he picked himself up out of the puddle, he froze as he heard a familiar sloshing sound drawing near. Turning himself over, he witnessed Midnight’s blobby form make a beeline towards him. Repeatedly failing to stand up in the puddle he was laying in, all he could do was brace himself as she rolled on top of his body.

            Aizawa was lucky enough that Midnight managed to stop herself just enough to prevent him from being crushed. However, this still left him pinned beneath her massive form. Try as he might to squirm away, all his struggling seemed to do was sink him deeper beneath the horny globe. In the midst of trying to escape and avoid the trickle of juice from above, it took him a moment to realize that Midnight had purposefully stopped herself at the right angle to show him exactly what she wanted.

            Concerned that he would become a splatter on the ground, Aizawa relented in giving Midnight some stimulation via rubbing his fingers against her womanhood. The berry woman expressed some satisfaction through the use of a belching moan, but the way she squirmed against his hand made it clear that she wanted more. Working double time, he tried anything he could think of to try and satiate the dripping pussy. As more juice leaked down onto his face, he realized that he had to take a chance if he wanted to make his escape.

            Hoping his binding cloth would hold steady across his mouth, Aizawa leaned his face up against Midnight’s womanhood. Pressing himself up against the labia, he managed to force out more moans from the indisposed heroine. Though the cloth managed to stop the juices from getting past his lips, they couldn’t fully prevent the smell from reaching his nostrils. A particularly powerful BRRRRAAAAPPPP erupting from Midnight’s rear as she drew close to her release afflicted him with a sort of haziness. Even still, he fought through the influence of the tainted gas to finish off his comrade.

            Midnight’s resulting orgasm came with a series of tremors that wracked her bloated body. Though the shakes managed to knock her off of Aizawa, they also led to a downpour of juice that surged onto his face as she rolled away. In the process of slipping out of the resulting puddle, the cloth around his face began to slip. Trying to get the fabric back into place, he was too late to stop a few droplets from passing his lips. The sweet taste that greeted his tongue was little comfort for the ensuing worry about what it would mean for him.

            “My BWOOOOOORRRRPPPP turn!” Mirko called out.

            “Mirko, no. I need you to try and focus on…”

            Aizawa trailed off as he turned to face Mirko. Rather than her puffed up face, the rabbit hero had elected to greet him with a view of her massive butt cheeks. In an effort to see the torrent of juice dripping from her pussy, he ended up getting a little too close to her backside. This led to his already unstable mental state being further influenced by the loud PHHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT that rippled out of Mirko’s rear. With the fumes taking on the task of pushing aside unnecessary things like worries or higher thoughts, all he had left to rely on what his base feelings. Through this miasma of berry scented gas, the idea that stuck in his head was that he needed to help out his ally in some way.

            Allowing his binding cloth to come fully undone and drop into juice puddle below, Aizawa approached Mirko’s womanhood. With his mouth fully open, he dove into her muff to begin licking at her folds. The pleasure the act gave to his partner was reinforced by the continued indulgence in the sweet taste. Blinded by both her girth and the farts that kept blowing in his face, he was left completely ignorant to his degrading condition.

            Only pulling away from Mirko once he downed several gallons of juice from the downpour of her orgasm, Aizawa stumbled backwards. Like the others, his face had turned a deep blue to match the sweet droplets clinging to his lips. His top was starting to strain against his swelling belly, but it was miniscule compared to the heroines. The same could be said for the pair of pants that were being sucked into the deep crevasse of his expanding rear. However there was one thing that made him stand out from the other berries.

            Something pulling at the front of Aizawa’s pants forced him to reach beneath his gut to unzip them. Freed from its bindings, his cock was able to push forward to let its tip peek past his beachball-sized belly. Fondling his enhanced manhood let him feel the added girth to his shaft and the heft to his testicles. If he had forgotten the source of these enhancements, the droplets of juice leaking from the blue member were more than enough to remind him and garner the attention of the other berries.

            “Looks BWOOOOOORRPP goooooood,” Midnight said as she licked her lips. “I UUURRP taste?”

            “Um BOOOUUURRRP sure,” Aizawa replied, his inebriated-like state getting him to stagger forward.

            Opening up her mouth wide, Midnight greedily began to suck on Aizawa’s cock. While she had been turned into a bloated, gassy berry, she still managed to retain her skills as evidenced by the way her tongue slid across his length. Giving into this unique pleasure, he pushed further forward to slid more of his cock down her throat. Sinking his fingers into her mass, he started to shift his hips back and forth to get closer to his release. The resulting surge of blueberry flavored cum that filled Midnight’s mouth came with Aizawa’s euphoric moan and a squeaky fart emerging from his backend.

            No sooner did Aizawa step away from Midnight did he stumble right into Mirko. Turning around, he saw that she had managed to roll onto her back in her effort to reach him. This gave him a perfect view of her bloated breasts, the rivulets of juice leaking from her nipples, and the eager look on her face.

            “My turn! My BWOOOOOOORRRPPP turn!” Mirko belched out. “Me want cock UUUURRPPP too.”

            “Then get down here,” Aizawa replied in response to the rabbit hero’s head being far out of reach.

            Mirko let out a brunt BRRRAAAAPPPPP that rippled through the puddle she was soaking in. “No, little UUURRP man get up here!”

            Having enough cognizance to remember how difficult it was to convince Mirko, Aizawa began to scale up her body. Still mobile enough to make the trek, he was momentarily stopped as he reached the peak of her body. For a few moments he lingered just to stare at her breasts. As much as he would have liked to use her tits to further fill his belly, he was hurried along by another blast of flatulence by his partner. When he finally did manage to reach her upper body, his lingering obsession over her bosom led to a less direct way of fulfilling her desires.

            Grabbing Mirko’s boobs, Aizawa pressed them up against his shaft. Vigorously rubbing the gigantic breasts along his manhood quickly brought it back to its full length. While Mirko was initially annoyed that she wasn’t directly drinking from his tip, she was left sated by the way the act stimulated her swollen tits. Continuing to pump his cock between the pillowy embrace of her bosom, Aizawa eventually shot out a load of his cum. More than ready to receive, Mirko opened up her mouth wide to catch every last drop of his sweet release. In the process she got to suck up the resulting fumes that erupted from his backside that signaled the very last of his self-control being taken away by the juice’s influence.

            Pulling his big, blue cock out of the rabbit hero’s mouth, Aizawa began to slip backwards. Rolling onto his bloated gut forced out another puff of gas from his rear and got him caught against her bosom. Tugging himself free of her cleavage sent a shower of her juice spraying across the floor. As his hungry eyes watched the droplets join with one of the many puddles that had flooded the warehouse, he felt Mirko’s body begin to shake.

            “Juice BWOOOOOOORRPPP me!” Mirko shouted.

            “Me UUUUUURRPPP coming,” Midnight replied, very slowly wobbling herself over to her fellow blueberry. Her pace stopped for a moment to lick up one of the puddles and revel in a cloud of her own flatulence.

            “Midnight need BOOOUUUUURRRPPP hurry up,” Mirko called out. “Me not know how long-MMMMPPPHHH!”

            Coming down from her euphoric moan, Mirko tilted her thick neck forward to find the source. What she discovered was a very hungry Aizawa with his lips clamped around one of her teats. Drinking deeply from her reserves helped to spread the blue covering over any part of his skin that had yet to be affected. Each gulp further swelled his gut and strained his juice soaked clothing even further. As excited as Mirko was to watch his growing form begin to resemble the spherical body of her and Midnight, part of her logical mind managed to work through the haze. However, the moment of clarity wasn’t to figure out how to reverse the effects or call for help, but to instead ensure she got exactly what she wanted.

            Bobbing herself back and forth, Mirko managed to knock Aizawa loose. Forced to let go of the rabbit hero’s teat, he bounced off against her gut. Rolling down onto the floor and through a puddle, he looked up towards his partner with a look of pure betrayal.

            “Why you BWOOOOOOORRPP do that?” Aizawa asked.

            “Me not want you too UUUURRPPP big,” Mirko replied.

            “That dumb,” Midnight said, voicing her disapproval with a follow up BRRRRAAAAPPPPP. “Big berry boy mean big BOOOUUUURRRRPPP fun.”

            “Man no fuck if UUUURRPPP man no move,” Mirko answered.

            Aizawa ran his plumped up fingers through his hair. “Me not understand.”

            “Here, me show you.”

            Rolling herself forward, Mirko managed to have her vagina face Aizawa once again. On instinct, he attempted to lean down to drink from her pussy, only for him to be stopped by his gut. While his mouth was left unsated, the throbbing sensation coursing through his cock managed to work through his hazy mind to tell him what his partner wanted. Tearing off the remains of his pants to leave ample room to move around, he staggered forward to shove his member into her womanhood.

            Getting as tight a grip as possible on Mirko’s globular body, Aizawa proceeded to roughly thrust back and forth. Each repetition was met with the force of his gut bouncing off against her girth. Even if this prevented him from getting close enough to taste the liquid flowing out, the sheer size of his manhood was more than capable of reaching deep enough to satisfy his partner. Gritting his teeth and sucking up the berry flavored drool leaking from the sides of his mouth, he managed to hold out on releasing until a series of tremors overtook the rabbit hero’s body.

            In the wake of his partner’s orgasm, Aizawa’s cock gifted her with a wad of cum to fight against the torrent of sweet liquid that poured out. Though he was no closer to drinking up from the source, the resulting orgasm did send rivulets across her body from the trickles coming from her breasts. Sucking up every last drop, he constantly pushed up against her girth. The constant motion managed to push out more gas from her body to further entrance both of them and garner the attention of Midnight.

            “Not BWOOOOOOOORRRRPPP fair!” Midnight called out, getting Aizawa’s attention with a rumbling PHHHHHHHRRRRRRRTTT. “Me want fuck too!”

            Wiping his mouth clean of droplets, Aizawa pulled away from Mirko. “Okay,” he said, waddling his way over to Midnight, adding his own downpour of juice to the warehouse floor as he moved. “Turn over.”

            “No,” Midnight replied, unwilling to roll herself any further. “We fuck UUUUUURRRPPP here.”

            Aizawa let out his own frustrated fart as he pushed his hand against her. “Me can’t reach BOOOOUUUUURRRPPP pussy.”

            “Me not care,” Midnight replied. “Just fuck!”

            With neither of the blueberried heroes capable of communicating exactly what they wanted, it fell to their expanded bodies to do the job. Specifically, the constant bouts of gas leaking from Midnight’s backside acted as a signal for Aizawa to approach. Following a trail of juice leaking out from between her buttocks, his eyes locked onto another opening. Further entranced by a blast of gas to the face, he moved forward to take care of both of their needs.

            Midnight’s swollen buttocks proved to be more than adequate for Aizawa as he held onto them through his session of rough thrusts. As much as his cock filled her insides, that didn’t stop a constant stream of farts from slipping out over the course of their session. Left in an inebriated-like state from the fumes, he found little reason to hold himself back. Fully giving into the feeling of her insides clamping around his cock, he reached his orgasm moments before she reached her own.

            Staggering back from his release, Aizawa was cushioned from the fall by his bloated belly. Left in a daze from his lingering euphoria, he paid little mind to the remnants of his top falling off of his body. Lazily brushing aside the last of the fabric, he noticed droplets of juice begin to fall from his own nipples. The question of how he was lactating was something far removed from his simplified brain as he attempted to lift up one of his sagging man boobs to try and drink the sweet liquid. Though he came a few inches short of putting the teat to his lips, he didn’t have to look far to find someone willing to take care of his thirst.

            Without hesitation, Aizawa opened up his mouth to wrap his lips around Mirko’s teats. Drinking deeply of the juice helped him to catch up to his corrupted comrades. Reveling in the sweet taste on his tongue, he paid little mind to the fact that his body was growing larger than a car. Even as his arms and legs were sunken into his spherical form, he continued to indulge his taste buds. When he had finally gotten his fill, he made sure to thank Mirko for her service with a loud BWOOOOOOOOOOOORRRPPP.

            Distracted by letting loose a fruit scented BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPP, Aizawa was almost knocked over by Mirko bumping into him. Just barely able to keep himself upright, he let out a euphoric moan as the rabbit hero proceeded to suckle on his man tits. The unusual make up of his form allowed her an equally delicious deluge of juice to fuel her girth and gas. Blue liquid falling from his lips as he enjoyed the strange pleasure, he drew further attention to himself with a PHHHHHHRRRRTTTTT that sounded like a roaring thunder cloud.

            Coming down from a drinking-session induced orgasm, Aizawa opened his eyes in time to watch Midnight roll right into Mirko. Though there was a scuffle at first, the various rude comments and belches at one another gave way to the thirst clinging to the berry women’s tongues. Managing to eventually come to an agreement, they managed to push themselves together to each take one of Aizawa’s leaking nipples into their mouths. The shared drinking session fully integrated the trio into the unbridled indulgence of their berry forms. To celebrate, they came to the unanimous decision to see just how far they could push one another.

            “Me want BWOOOOOOORRRPP dick in butt too,” Mirko called out, not waiting for a response before swiveling herself around.

            “Wait bunny UUUUUURRRPPP berry,” Aizawa replied, starting to waddle towards Mirko only to be distracted by boisterous BRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPP from Midnight.

            “Me need BOOOOUUUUUURRRRRPPP fuck too,” Midnight whined.

            “It okay, me UUUUURRPP help,” Mirko said. “Move over to me mouth. Me BWOOOORRRPPP thirsty.”

            Managing to roll herself over to Mirko’s face, Midnight’s effort was rewarded by her companion licking at her womanhood with a vigorous fervor. With her face bombarded with juices and Midnight’s gas, Mirko was left unable to vocalize exactly what she wanted. Thankfully, her own fumes and the way her body shook were more than enough to get Aizawa to take the next step forward.

            Plugging up Mirko’s anus with his blue, bloated cock, Aizawa once more let his libido run wild. Each thrust further pushed his partner to pass along the enthusiasm towards Midnight. Sucking and licking away at Midnight’s pussy, Mirko allowed her euphoric moans and belches to vibrate through the berry woman’s body. Though she couldn’t directly pleasure her partners in return, Midnight was sure to add her cacophony of gas and ecstatic cries as background noise to the impromptu orgy.

            In the wake of the trio’s near simultaneous orgasms, not a single spot of the warehouse’s floor was left dry. Having flooded the area with their various juices, the berry people lazily rolled off of one another. Once they were done slurping up the remains of their releases from the ground, they came together again to further sate their thirst. Taking turns drinking from each other’s chest, the outside world seemed to fade away.

            The group lost track of time as they continued to indulge themselves in any way possible. Freed from any sense of shame, they were more than willing to do anything to satisfy one another. Eager to drink from any source of the sweet liquid, they pleased one another’s orifices with their mouths to savor every drop. When Aizawa was too lazy to find an appropriate hole to stick his girthy member into, the girls were more than willing to let him constantly push it into their bellies for the added exhilaration of the gas bomb each thrust unleashed. Lost in haze of feeding and fucking, they didn’t seem to notice that they were no longer alone.

            Completely enamored with their berry bodies, Aizawa, Midnight, and Mirko ignored the police officers that came in through the door to see their corrupted states. Nor did they seem to notice when they were taken out of the warehouse and brought across town on the back of a flatbed truck. The only thing they cared about was that they were still enjoying their gassy, swollen selves.

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            “Present Mic,” the scientist said, coming up to the hero with pointy, blonde hair. “You can see them now.”

            Pinching his forehead, Present Mic put his sunglasses back on and pulled back his moustache to affix a gas mask to his face. “How bad is it?”

            “It’s easier to show than to explain,” she replied, gesturing for the hero to follow her into the holding area.

            Present Mic froze as he saw what lurked behind a one way mirror. On the other side were three of his fellow heroes, Midnight, Mirko, and Aizawa. Due to each of them being the size of a house, it was hard for him to tell their bloated bodies apart. It was only by their various hair colors and Aizawa’s gigantic manhood was he able to identify who was who. Through the glass, he could hear the symphony of moans, belches, and farts that constantly spouted out from the corrupted heroes. Watching as the group swapped between drinking up their juices between having sex in as many positions as their bodies allowed, he forced himself to turn away.

            “How long have they been like this?” Present Mic asked.

            “Three weeks,” the woman replied. “On the positive side, it appears that the effects have stabilized. They’re not going to get any bigger, but we’ve yet to find a way to change them back.”

            “Well, at least they seem to be enjoying themselves,” Present Mic commented, finding small comfort in the pleased look on Aizawa’s swollen, juice-filled cheeks. “You keep working on a cure while the other heroes and I focus on finding the villain responsible for this. We’ll make him pay for-“

            The blue tint to the room was taken over by flashing red lights as the alarm system went off. Hearing the announcement that there had been a containment breach, Present Mic rushed out of the room. Hoping to lend aid to any researchers caught in the accident, he made his way to a deeper part of the facility. Seeing a small opening in a set of enormous, metal doors, he slipped through to see what was going on.

            Present Mic was left in awe as he looked up to see an enormous blueberry, that was easily ten times the size of his corrupted comrades. Daring to get closer, he managed to see a similar, puffed up pussy lips and anus that he had seen on Mirko and Midnight. Wading through the ankle high lake of juice along the floor, he came upon a pair of wrecking ball sized tits that were the main culprit for flooding the chamber. He only had a moment to crane his neck up to see the woman’s familiar strands of blonde hair before he was nearly crush beneath her girth.

            The impact of the giantess’s form pressing down on Present Mic managed to push the mask off of his face. With nothing in the way, the flood of juice was able to force itself down his throat. In an instant, his mind became overcome with ecstasy to match with the way his body rapidly swelled with juice. Losing sense of self-control, he thought little about his torn clothing, the fart that rumbled out of his expanding rear, and the way his massive cock throbbed against the underside of his belly. Freed from the giant’s embrace, he was eager to greet the puffed up face of Mt Lady with a smile, showing that he was more than ready to join her and the others in their blueberry bliss.

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Prompt: Shantae and Sky's quest to undo the curse that has left their bellies round and taut with toxic sludge is difficult, partly because Sky is secretly aroused by how stuffed and gassy they are and is tempted to make their situation worse.

            Stopping in a town right outside of a shrine claiming to cure any ailment, Shantae and Sky tried to remain inconspicuous as they entered a restaurant to get something to eat. That task was already difficult with Shante’s purple hair and half-genie heritage, as well as Sky’s bright blonde hair complimented with the bird perched on her shoulder. However it was the recent addition to their bodies that had given them the bulk of their problems and a reason to travel to such a faraway place.

            Shantae winced as she accidentally bumped her prominent belly up against the table. Repeating the mistake with her won rounded gut, Sky joined in with Shantae in trying to quiet their indigestion by rubbing the taut skin. Their efforts to try and settle the cursed sludge still inhabiting their insides worked up until a slight nudge from Sky shoved the tables into their bodies.

            The pressure that had been building up in the girls’ stomachs began to release in any way possible. It started with a belch erupting from Shantae’s mouth that flicked around her ponytail. Sky’s body replied by letting loose with a rumbling fart from her rear to plunge their sitting area in a rancid smell and momentarily scare away her bird. As both of them were subjected to a bombardment of BWWWOOOOOOORRRRRPPPs and BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPs escaping from their bodies, they barely managed to get one of the servers to bring them some food.

            Still releasing pungent fumes as their meals arrived, Shantae was momentarily blinded by one of her boisterous belches. Seizing the opportunity, Sky stealthily slipped in a few drops of the sludge that had made them this way into their soups. Watching Shantae unknowingly worsen her condition with each bite, Sky tried to contemplate how else she could secretly prolong the curse to continue enjoying their bloated, gassy forms.

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Patreon Prompt 549

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Prompt: (Chun-li (Street Fighter) Blueberry Weight Gain) https://twitter.com/Tweeterh3ad/status/1746174266578550846

            Chun-li’s efforts to get rid of the gang hanging out around China Town took a bit of a hit when they threw a cloud of blue smoke in her face. Though she was able to dismiss the fumes with a swing of her arm, the vapors seeping into her body made her stagger on her feet. With the sight of the punks responsible quickly running ahead of her, she tried to shake off the grogginess and give chase.

            The fearsome female fighter’s sprint came to a jarring halt as she felt the front of her qipao become tight. She found the source of the discomfort as she watched her once flat mid-section begin to swell into a barrel-sized gut. Further stress was put on her outfit as her breasts and buttocks joined in on rapidly growing out to five times their original size.

            As the rest of her body evened out with extra plumpness that pushed her outfit to its limits, Chun-li noticed a blue tint take over her skin. Curious, she gave her belly a light jostle and heard a sloshing noise. Repeating the same motion with her backside and boobs recreated the noise that signaled that her body had been filled to the brim with juice. Stunned from the realization that she had been transformed into a kind of berry woman, she unfortunately left herself open to the punks running back to attack her.

            Moving on instinct, Chun-li tried to swing around her legs to counter one of the thugs only to overextend herself and send him flying with a smack of her belly. Ears still ringing from the sound of her juice sloshing around, she moved once more to take out another punk with a thrust of her fruit colored tits. Ending the final thug’s escape attempt with a slam of her berry butt, she chose to ignore the resulting shivers moving around her juice body in favor of reveling in her victory.

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Patreon Prompt 548

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Prompt: (Persona 4 Girls Various Expansions) https://www.deviantart.com/m-a-v-e-r-i-c-k/art/Ohtani-651732758

            Following up on some strange imagery showing up on the Midnight Channel, the girls of the investigation team had gone inside to figure out what was going on. What they found was a copy of their high school, albeit plastered in signs and posters that treated the heavyset Hanako Ohtani like a goddess. Their exploration eventually brought them to the gym, where they thought they witnessed the woman in question. By the time they were able to recognize the woman’s pink clothing and gaudy lipstick as belonging to Ms. Kujikawa, they were already too far in to avoid succumbing to the hex placed on the room.

            At the head of the group. Naoto was the first to fall victim to the effects. Her blue jacket became taut around her body as her chest started to expand. Forced to hold onto her melon-sized tits to keep them stable, she winced as her cleavage popped off the top buttons of her undershirt.

            In contrast, Rise was cursed with a rapidly growing backside. The idol waved around her brown pigtails as she tried to push the heft around her butt away. Unfortunately, she could do little to prevent her fatty rear from slowly lifting up the hem of her skirt.

            The athletic form Chie was so proud of was distorted by a sizable bulge forming around her belly. Like Naoto, she had to stop and hold onto her growth to avoid toppling over under the added weight. Grasping onto the globular, beachball-sized gut pushing the limits of her green jacket, she frantically searched for a way to avoid her fate.

            Yukiko’s view of her friends’ expanded forms was disrupted by her face beginning to swell. Cursed with chubby cheeks and a pudgy chin, she let out a husky moan of displeasure from her puffy lips. Joining in the others in their futile attempt to wish away their expansions, she also shared their concern of their inevitable transformation into copies of the vain Hanako.

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Patreon Prompt 547

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Prompt: A tall and proud BBW businesswoman gets an urgent phone call while waiting for a train on the crowded station platform. As the call gets more heated, she starts farting and by the time she gets on her train everyone else is either gone or knocked out.

            “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST THE FILES!” Diane shouted out, uncaring of the strange glances she received from the other people on the train platform. The crowd had already made room for her blubbery, 400 pound body, but they all considered taking a few more steps back once she put the phone back to her ear.

            “Do I really have to remind you how important this meeting is?” Diane asked, waddling back and forth across the platform. While waiting for the person on the other side to reply, she took her time fixing her suit to make her chunky rear and heaving bosom more comfortable. When she received a less than pleasant answer, she gave a smack to her doughy gut to disturb the bubbles lurking inside.

            Face turning red in anger, Diane stomped her feet into the ground to create ripples through her body that released any restraint she had. Amidst her loud scorning of her subordinate, the groaning in her gut grew more prevalent. At the peak of her tirade came a blast of horrendous gas from her rear. Unable to hear the panicked cries of the other people over her own farts and yelling, she continued this act up until the train arrived for her.

            Hanging up her phone, Diane looked around to see that she was alone. Shrugging it off as just a bit of luck to make up for her misfortune, she waddled her way into the train car. Releasing another pungent BRRRAAAAAAAPPPP to relieve any leftover stress, she mentally prepared herself to fix the mistakes of her employee when she arrived at her destination.

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Vote to decide which of the following will be turned into a full story.

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A) Amy’s Body Swap Binging (Futurama Women Weight Gain): Yearning to indulge in her need to stuff her face with food, Amy makes liberal use of a new body swapping device. Switching from various women’s forms, she creates a plague of weight gain as she turns friends, foes, and random bystanders alike into massive blobs of flesh.

B) The Ultimate Photographer’s Flatulent Flab (Mahiru (Danganronpa) Slobifiction (WG, Burping, and Farting): Seeing Mahiru getting overwhelmed by the stress of Monokuma’s death game, Nagito tries to calm her down by giving her an anti-energy drink. While the beverage manages to calm her down, it comes with the adverse side effects of weight gain, gassiness, addiction, and a need to properly express gratitude towards the man who led her down this slobby path.

C) Refined Like Wine (Female Fat MILF TF and Sexual Content): Upon receiving the gift of a bottle of wine from her boyfriend, a woman begins to gradually change both physically and mentally. While her boyfriend is understandably worried, she is more than willing to use her new status as a plump MILF to have some fun with him.

D) A Personal Trainer’s Slob Problem(Female 1st Person Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting) and Sexual Content): Years of pushing her clients too far leads to a personal trainer gaining the ire of a witch and a slobby curse in the process. As her once fit body becomes inundated with fat and gas, it falls to her once meek assistant to show her the fund of giving into hedonistic desires.

E) Yuri-Normous (Yuri (DDLC) Weight Gain): In an attempt at sabotaging her competition for the player's love, Monika modifies Yuri to steadily gain weight. Shenanigans ensue as school life gets harder as her waist gets wider. (Almost 300 lbs being her max weight.)

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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Aizawa, Mirko, and Midnight (MHA) Blueberry Expansion, Burping, Farting, and Sexual Content WORDS: 8000 In pursuit of a villain, several heroes fall victim to the corruption of turning into massive, gassy blueberries. They're degrading conditions don't do much to lessen the enjoyment of being idiotic spheres of juice eager to satisfy each other's urges. $3 and up Patrons can read this story two days early: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102689413

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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Aizawa, Mirko, and Midnight (MHA) Blueberry Expansion, Burping, Farting, and Sexual Content WORDS: 8000 In pursuit of a villain, several heroes fall victim to the corruption of turning into massive, gassy blueberries. They're degrading conditions don't do much to lessen the enjoyment of being idiotic spheres of juice eager to satisfy each other's urges. $3 and up Patrons can read this story two days early: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102689413

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