[Evangelion Weight Gain]
“Hmph! Too fat, those idiots…”
Those were the words that left Asuka’s mouth as she threw herself onto the couch, still wearing her plugsuit after attempting to get into the entry plug during testing. So what if she had indulged herself a little bit? If the suit could fit her, then clearly her body wasn’t the problem. It was everything else!
“So what if I’m a little chubby! I can still do everything just fine!” The loud and obnoxious tsundere cried out as she stretched on the couch. She was going to prove them wrong. She was going to make sure that they knew who they were dealing with. Not some average girl! A real ace pilot, one that could kick their ass if they wanted to!
After an agonizing couple of minutes as she got her ass off that couch, nearly sinking into it due to how much she weighed, the girl did her very best to walk towards her room. She was going to get into one of her normal outfits, and then..!
Then..!
Why couldn’t she get past this damned DOOR!?
“Move! Moooove!” She cried out with a frustrated whine, her stomach having gotten stuck between the frame of the door and the wall. And to make matters worse, the thing was a sliding door! It wasn’t supposed to get stuck like this, and yet it had!
Asuka took a moment to breathe, sweat running down her face, before she slammed her fists around randomly. “LET ME GO! LET ME GOOOOO!” She cried out, whining about the predicament she had gotten herself into.
“SHINJI! REI! MISATO! HELP!” She screamed out. She had let go of her pride in this one moment, hoping that any of those three would save her from her own fat.
Of course, once she was finally freed, she would just insult them like always, ignoring that all of this was absolutely her own doing…
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[Phantasy Star Online 2 Fat/Gas]
There were very few things that Rupika had gotten used to at this point. It came with the territory considering her job. But that didn’t stop her from getting nervous whenever she actually saw something that unsettled her.
What was the latest thing to do that? Why, it was her good friend and ‘subordinate’, Io, currently taking up a pair of chairs at Franca’s. All while eating away at a mountain of dishes piled up in front of her, nobody even batting an eye at what she was doing…
“I-Io? Io, are you okay? C-Can you even eat all that food?” The Newman asked as she walked up to her fattend friend…
*FRRRRRRRRT*
Only for a large and powerful blast of gas to smash into her, courtesy of the gap between the two chairs being occupied by the oversized ARKS operative’s enormous hole.
“Shoot, not again…” Io blushed as she slowly swallowed the latest bite she had begun chewing down on, looking over her shoulder to try and see if she had accidentally farted all over somebody.
Her cheeks immediately flushed red as she noticed who was currently laying on the floor below. “B-Boss! I’m so sorry! I-I-I-” She kept stuttering, her composure completely lost. Something that was only emphasized as the brassy instrument that was her hole kept on expelling gassy clouds.
Rupika slowly but surely stood up, doing her best not to cover her face to try and show some support for her friend. “I-It’s fine, w-where’s your bow? W-Where’ve you been even?” She tried to show some amount of courage in the face of this stinky storm…
But all it caused was a stream of tears running down the white-haired Deuman’s cheeks, sobs echoing through Franca’s. She couldn’t even tell her that she had quit by proxy, or that she had lost her bow, or that she couldn’t stop eating, or…
There was a long road in front of the two, a gassy one. But hopefully, Io would come to accept her new body and embrace shamelessness…
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[Phantasy Star Online 2 Slob]
Two weeks ago, Io had given up and accepted that she couldn’t possibly keep up with her duties as an ARKS operative.
One week ago, Rupika had found her in Franca’s, gorging herself and showing how little she cared for herself at this point. Becoming little more than a gassy slob that couldn’t help but apologize for what she had turned into.
And now, the shoe was on the other foot, as Io walked into Franca’s expecting to try and comfort herself in a tower of food…
Only to find that most if not everyone had left the area, and that a massive stench had taken over. It was just as bad, if not a little worse than her own gas, making her gag as she walked towards her usual table.
“B-Boss?”
When she looked upon her designated seats, she found a purple-haired girl already sitting there, using a third chair to keep herself propped up. Her body was so fat that she couldn’t possibly walk anywhere, but… Considering how much food had found its way onto her stomach, soaking into her flimsy t-shirt with the Deuman’s body imprinted upon it, she didn’t seem to care.
“Io, ehehe…” Rupika nervously giggled, blushing as a burp and a fart left their respective holes at the same time, showing the moisture around her lips in the process. “S-Sorry, I thought that… M-Maybe by being just as big a slob as you, I could make you smile again…”
She had gone entirely overboard. Especially since those panties that were on full display had stains that weren’t just from her gas. There were so many unmentionable, disgusting stains, that Io didn’t know what to think. Her boss had turned into such a disgusting blob, and she should feel horrified about it…
Instead, she wrapped her fat arms around as much of that tubby titan as she could, smiling. “B-Boss, you idiot…” Was all she could say, as happiness returned to her heart...
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[Evangelion Slob]
“No fair, no fair…”
It had been a week since Asuka had been taken off the team. They cited her constant physical issues as the reason why, but that was unfair! How come those two idiots could eat everything they wanted, but she was the only one who got punished for indulging! Honestly, the Japanese were so stingy on their food, nothing compared to how much she ate back in Germany.
But it was okay. She wasn’t upset at all. She was just ordering a bunch of pizzas and a bunch of drinks that she was going to eat all by herself while those two were out piloting their EVAs. They’d have a bunch of fun, and she got an actually filling meal.
Of course, Asuka’s idea of a filling meal was outrageous in the eyes of the Japanese. But that’s fine. She didn’t care about them. She cared about satiating herself. That was why she hadn’t even put anything on, meeting the delivery guy in the doorway and yanking everything from his hands before he had a chance to comment on her physique or wonder why she was currently covered in sweat.
But even that much food wasn’t enough to make her feel better. It just made her feel more miserable! Her tummy was full, yes, but her heart was still crying!
“WHY CAN’T THEY BE FAT LIKE ME!? AT LEAST THEY’D BE MISERABLE WITH ME! AND MAYBE I COULD BULLY SHINJI OVER IT, AND REI’D KEEP BEING SO SILENT AND AAAAAAAA” She screamed into the air, feeling the frustration and anger filling her body… Only for it all to leave as she collapsed against the couch, sobbing a little with several pizza pieces flopped lazily onto her belly.
Just then, she heard the door unlock, and her cheeks turned bright red.
“Asuka?”
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[Princess Connect Weight Gain]
“Ah…”
A soft gasp left Jun’s lips as she looked at herself in the mirror, her mask doing its best to cover up the nervous look in her eyes.
She was a proud knight of the guild NIGHTMARE. Despite her dreary outlook, she wanted to protect people. Which was one of the reasons she usually went along with all the silly ideas that her allies had. To try and brighten the image of the girl underneath the armor.
And yet here she was. Standing in front of her mirror, noticing that she had gotten more than a little… Excessive. Was it because of the ghost’s puddings? They were overly massive, and considering how the ghost wasn’t able to gain weight due to her undead nature…
“Maybe I should’ve told her to calm down…” Jun muttered as she slowly grabbed her helmet, taking a deep breath. “Yet, I can’t falter here. I have to keep up appearances. Surely, they’ll be able to accept me despite this size…”
The purple-haired girl did what she had to. Slowly putting every piece of armor on. Little by little. Inch by inch.
After getting her gloves on, she could already feel the sweat pouring down her face. No. She had to stay strong. She had to make sure that people still believed in her. Believed in NIGHTMARE. Even if she was the size of a mountain, or one of those ruthless boars, she’d still do her best to defend them all..!
That is, until she heard a door open, and a familiar silent face poked his way in, causing a massive shiver to run down her spine. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder, and saw him standing in the doorway.
“Ah. S-Sir Knight…”
Her composure melted as her concentration was lost, causing her armor to burst off her completely, leaving her fattened body on display…
Their eyes met, and he gave her a thumbs up, closing the door behind him. What that meant, she had to figure out…
...Maybe it was time for a diet...
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[Author Avatar Weight Gain]
“Another one.”
Hato looked at her desk as another cup of coffee appeared there. Another chump had paid her in Coffee, asking for another small bit of text to be thrown together about whatever fetish they wanted. At this point, had things spiralled out of control?
She didn’t really care. It meant that her finances were covered, and it meant that she could compile it all together into smaller tomes containing several of those at once. But there was one big issue with it, if she had to be honest.
Coffee sucked. Horribly. Too bitter. Kept her too far awake. She didn’t like it. Not one bit. Unfortunately, due to how the laws of what she had been using to gather these ‘donations’, she had to do it this way.
The white-haired Author took a deep breath as she looked at her bubbling cup of death, before grabbing one of the packets she had stored at the corner of her desk. Highly condensed, ultra powerful sugar.
Hato ripped the entire thing open and dumped the contents into the energy-filled cup, before downing the entire thing in one gulp. She didn’t even bother to wait for it all to mix. She just swallowed all of it, letting the extra sweetened taste of the sugar suppress the rest.
It didn’t take long for her gut to start groaning as a result. This had been the 100th coffee in the span of a month. For a girl that didn’t drink any, this was catastrophic on her figure. If she didn’t stop, she’d probably break something. Likely one of her chairs. Maybe her floor if she was especially unlucky.
And yet, she didn’t care much. Maybe because of the energy in her system. Maybe because she had numbed herself to the possibilities. All she did was wrestle with her plumped up body, as she reached towards her keyboard… Only for her eye to turn towards the spot where the coffees appeared, spotting another blinking into existence.
Her stomach whined, as she prepared to down the next cup...
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[Second-Person Beach-ball TF]
Life comes at you fast. You had always heard that term. You never believed it, because of how long every day felt. But eventually, you were faced with the facts.
How, you may ask? Why, it was simple. Because of that alien girl who served as your roommate. Uchuu. Whether or not you wanted it, she always forced her thoughts on you. And whenever she got in one of her moods… You usually ended up worse for wear.
It was how you ended up being little more than a piece of stretchy fabric, laying down on the ground after a certain somebody had forced this transformation on you. And to make matters worse, she hadn’t even filled you with air! Come on, she could’ve at least done thaaaAAAA-
The sensation of something slipping up your butt, or nozzle as it should be called at this point. It was cold. It was thick. But most importantly, it made you feel like you were full.
That was only the beginning. As soon as you heard the faint sound of something pumping, air started filling your form. Bulging you outward, making you take on the proper roundness of a beachball.
Every inch that was added to your circumference was another shock that trembled its way through your mind. You couldn’t handle it. Both because it was starting to get more than a little excessive, the fabric itself trying to tear with the air flowing in, and because it felt some sort of abstract kind of good…
You grew and grew, filling up further and further as the sand underneath you pushed away, until the alien girl thought that you had been filled enough. She removed the pump, and shut your nozzle to prevent the air from rushing out. Denying you of any relief that it might’ve brought you.
And with that, she ran towards the sea, giggling as she tossed you into the air. You just hoped that she wouldn’t make you burst, as you felt your body trying to stretch even further...
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[My Hero Academia Mind Break]
“Heeeey Master! Time to dump some of that fat cum into your favorite bunny?”
Mirko, the Rabbit Hero, had shown up at some chump’s apartment. A man that she had saved from a couple of villains some time ago. And the way he rewarded her wouldn’t ever leave her mind.
He had slamfucked her so hard that she couldn’t think straight for days. Every hole for hours upon hours, leaving her very little time to compose herself. And of course, when you start getting fucked that hard, you form a habit.
Every time she felt hungry, she went to him. And he gave her the exact same treatment, leaving the Rabbit Hero to disappear for weeks upon weeks on end.
So what if she had a boyfriend? He couldn’t satisfy her like this filth could. Just the taste of his cock was enough to drive her instincts into overdrive. That was why she got down on all fours and sucked that fat thing like a vacuum, her lips reaching towards the tip of his cock with an utter need…
Once he blew his fat load straight down her throat, he usually yanked her by the ears and forced her to turn around so that he could get a good look at that fat ass of hers. And then he’d plow it. He’d plow it so hard that she’d never even think of stopping him. All that she could do was scream out in pure delight, wishing for him to never ever stop.
It went on for hours. Ruining her holes beyond belief. And at the end of it all, when the moronic slut of a hero was done, he forced her to sit up and admit what she was to the camera he used to record every fuck they had.
“Mirko’s Master’s perfect sluthole! Mirko’s a bit loose and a big moron, but Master always fucks her like her life’s worth nothing else! Master, please fuck me some more, please!”
And he always did, breaking her mind even more...
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[Fate/Grand Order Raceplay]
“You vile monsters! You’d dare turn heroes into nothing more than… h-harlots!? I’ll make sure that you pay for it!”
That was what the Heroic Spirit Minamoto no Raikou had said as she faced down those burly black men that had been playing around with her allies. She even brandished her blade, ready and willing to kill them for what they had done.
One tug from each of them, pulling down their pants to reveal the shockingly destructive shafts underneath, was all that it took to break her. The cocks slamming into her holes after the fact was little more than a formality.
After that, the Heroic Spirit was no more. In her place…
“Mmmph! Can’t believe I was so stupid, thinking I could go against these big hunks and their big black bitchbreakers!”
There she stood, with one of those very same cocks hovering in front of her face causing her to drool like the moron she was. Dressed in an american-print bikini that made her look like any other common slut on the beach. Just like everyone else that had come to try and stop them.
Her drool poured into the gap between her fat cow milkers as she slobbered all over that mighty cock, letting out a powerful moan as it only gently grazed against her cheek. It didn’t even need to touch her properly for her to climax like the BBC loving slut that she had become, evident by the ample queen-flavored spades that were dotting her body at this point.
As the moronic Mommy fell onto the ground, cumming her brains out just from the scent of that fantastic cock, she could hear her owners talking amongst themselves, only to look down at her…
She saluted, cum squirting from her crotch. They didn’t need to say a thing. She already understood.
It was time for the defeated slut to bring more sluts for them to break...
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[Bleach/Blazblue Shotacon]
There was a rumor. It told of the true weakness that would break any kind of beastwoman. No matter their species. They’d fall prey to their natural needs, and they’d never be the same ever again.
Not many took the chance of using said rumor, but the ones that did always ended up benefiting from it.
Take a young boy who really, desperately wanted nothing more than to fuck a couple of hot beastly bitches. A boy that learned about the rumor. A boy that saw two fat-assed bitches wandering down the road, chatting amongst themselves.
Makoto Nanaya, the tomboyish Squirrel, and Yoruichi Shihouin, the tanned Cat. They were the epitome of sex appeal, especially for a boy his size.
“Hm? What’s that, a kid?” Makoto noticed the boy trailing behind them, smiling a little as her tail wagged. “What’s the matter, looking for a way home?” She chimed, carefree as can be.
Yoruichi was less kind, stepping dangerously close. “Don’t try anything funny.” She muttered. She knew about the rumor. If he did what she thought he would, then…
His pants fell down, and their brains fell with them.
Both of the beastly bitches panted as they ripped off their clothes, leaving nothing but their gloves and their stockings on their body, which helped accentuate their sexy forms.
“Gimme! Gimmeeee! Gimme some of that kiddy dick!” Makoto cried out, getting down on all fours before lifting her legs into the air and spreading them apart to reveal her absolutely soaked pussy.
Yoruichi wasn’t far behind, doing the exact same as she laid right across from the squirrel. “Breed me. Fill me with your immature seed… Make me yours! BREED ME STUPID!” She cried out, her harsher behavior fading into true and utter need…
So it was true. An immature, tiny shota cock, could break any beastwoman. Turn them into nothing but lovers of miniscule pricks...
It was time to give them what they wanted.