"Do you... enjoy this?"
Shit.
I need to deflect, but when I open my mouth, all that comes out is a low moan. I feel so... massive. I can barely think.
"The first time, I was just worried about you. The second time... I just thought it was a weird coincidence. But now," she gestures at all of me with both hands. It's a big gesture. "Three times feels like more than coincidence."
She's not wrong. I've got to say something.
"I've known other people who've gotten blown up, you know? And after they get... you know, fixed, they've- they've all developed phobias, or left town, or gone through really intense therapy. But you," she says, placing a palm on my exposed belly, "have been completely unfazed. You just keep coming back for more."
My skin feels electric where she touches me. Everything is so full and tight, every little brush of breeze against my exposed skin is searing pleasure. I moan again, and she whips her hand away like she'd laid it on a hot stove.
"Sorry! I know I shouldn't be so casual about this. I should really call someone to come help you." She starts patting her pockets looking for her phone. "Sorry," she says again, then she stops. She looks back up at me.
"Should I even call for help? I should, right?"
Is that even a question?
"But what if you just do this again?"
Ouch. I've been lax, I guess, but I haven't been doing this on purpose! I mean... I have thought about it, but... it hasn't been intentional.
I think.
"It just takes up my time. The medical crew's time. Company resources." She looks conflicted. "Maybe I should just leave you like this."
Oh.
I try to plead my case, deny it, but all that comes out is a halfhearted "Nnnnnnnnnn-" before she cuts me off again. I'm just too full to speak.
"I could have you transferred to taste-testing," she muses. "Putting up with weird shit is, like, their whole job description." She starts dialing on her phone. Someone answers promptly.
"Hey, you'll never guess what happened again. Yeah, again again. Third time. Yup, big enough to roll, for sure."
She absentmindedly pats my belly with her free hand, like I'm some sort of bad boy you could fit so many things in. It's thrilling, that small touch. I nearly lose it, right then and there. Thankfully though, she remembers I'm a person just in time to give me an apologetic look before clearing her throat and returning to her call.
"Can you see if R&D has any openings for a QA Consultant? I know, right? All my ideas are good ideas. She's clearly more interested in being a giant balloon full of wasted product than an accountant."
I guess she's not wrong.
"No, no need for a trip to the squeezer. Put a note in her file that she's only to be reduced if she asks for it explicitly. Maybe have them bring a safe-suit, too. Hm?"
She looks me up and down. It's a long, curious look.
"No idea what size. Big. Really, really big. Yeah. One of the ones with the belt. Mhm. Yeah, she's not exactly naked, but... yeah, let's not give HR anything to complain about. Right. Yes, I'll follow up with her landlord and emergency contacts as needed. Yup. Thanks. See ya."
She turns back to me. She takes another long look, and then sighs.
"Congratulations on your promotion," she says, with a weird mixture of sincerity and irony. "We'll obviously miss you in Finance, but we're happy that you'll be rolling onward to bigger opportunities."
Oh good, she's got jokes.
"Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't make fun. Company policy is to treat this as a medical emergency, so I'll be staying with you until help arrives."
She checks her phone again.
"If you want, I can come visit you once you get settled in? I know I've always been happy to see friendly faces amidst all the strangeness of a new job."
She looks up at me again, sadly this time.
"I was looking forward to getting to know you better, you know? I noticed how you started dressing differently after your first... incident. HR would probably have something to say about how much I was... noticing. I thought maybe you were trying to get away from the trauma by being more poised and put-together."
She kicks her heels off and slides down the wall until she's sitting, obscured by the curve of my body.
"Oh well. Probably better for everyone that I didn't start hitting on a coworker."
Wait.
"Especially not one who keeps finding excuses to swell up until she's spherical," she adds, wearily.
Fair.
"I really should have seen this coming, shouldn't I? I mean, you've been touring the factory floor on your lunch break weekly. That's on me, I guess."
She hops back to her feet. "I think I hear the Medical folks." She brushes her skirt out, and looks me in the eyes one last time. "Hey, listen... I'll see you a-round."
She smiles and rolls her eyes at her own terrible pun, and walks away.
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[ESPAÑOL]
Hatsune Miku como una dirigible que domina a su audiencia
Es tan extraño, a pesar de que ella es curiosamente sexy y yo tengo una perversión con los arándanos y las infladas, sólo quiero hacerla estallar y hacerla rodar/provocarla. Seguro que a ella le puede resultar un poco sexy, pero en realidad quiero una especie de "cita con arándanos", o en el mejor de los casos, que pase una bonita tarde inflada. Si el concierto es así, con gusto iría para hacerla rodar o flotar.
[ENGLISH]
Hatsune Miku as a blimp towering her audience
It's so weird, even though she's oddly sexy and I have a kink with blueberries and puffs, I just want to pop her and roll her over/tease her. I'm sure she might find it a little sexy, but I really want a sort of "blueberry date," or at best, a nice puffy afternoon. If the concert is like that, I would gladly go to make it roll or float.
Créditos por las Imágenes | Credits for the Images: Burstoid
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Hey, so my King K. Rool’s Weight Gain Drabble requests are open
Here are some rules:
Willy Wonka Style
Hansel and Gretel style
Stuckage
Alice in Wonderland style
I will not do bathroom-related stuff and mpreg
The Feeders
King K. Rool (depends on the role of a story)
My OC Self Liz (depends on the role of the story and will either be a human or Kremling)
Bowser (Super Mario)
Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda)
Ridley (Metroid)
Dharkon (SSBU)
General Klump and Krusha
The feedees are King K. Rool and Liz (only these two!)
So that’s all. Remember, if you don’t like this kind of stuff, I won’t force you. Don’t read if that isn’t your thing.
Personally, I love writing about King K. Rool and my OC self getting fat…
Also to note, I do have other stories to write so please don’t be upset if I don’t get to them.
Please be specific on what stories you want me to write, otherwise, I might not understand!
Thank you!
PS: While I will take the request, I might not have a idea on writing it, so that would be taken off the list. Sorry for the inconvenience...
Story Requests/Ideas:
Blueberry Pie Reboot
Deluxe Factory Reboot
(Requested by Madmannymax) A Tight squeeze Reboot
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