[Weight Gain, Feeding, Slob]

The Hakurei Shrine Maiden had a single duty. One thing that she was supposed to adhere to above all else.

"Reimu, you should try mine! I promise it's tastier than Sakuya's! She dumped a whole bag of sugar in hers, like the clumsy maid she is!"

"The recipe asked for all the sugar I had. It's guaranteed to deliver a kick like no other, Reimu. I'm sure you'll enjoy it, especially since I only ate one beforehand. Unlike Mistress Remilia, who ate half the batch on her own."

"Y-You're not supposed to say that, Sakuya!"

And yet she was neglecting that duty. The mere idea of her courting the companionship of Youkai was against her duty. And yet here she was. With one at her side, and the Youkai's own servant at her other...

Hakurei Reimu was at an impasse. And it wasn't really concerning her duty. Frankly, she had long since given up trying to make Youkai stay away. They always reached out to her and tried to mess with her, or just hung around her shrine. So she didn't even bother trying to get them to leave at this point.

No, the impasse concerned the two girls that were at her sides. Two girls that had come to visit far more than anybody else, barring a certain Gap-enthusiast and a certain black-white magician. And the way that they each started to push their respective sweets towards her lips made it hard to avoid opening her mouth up...

At her right side was the elegant Scarlet Devil herself. Remilia Scarlet. Perpetrator of the Scarlet Mist incident, and a girl that supposedly could control Fate. Not that Reimu had ever truly seen her do something like that. And if she were to try and play along and think that somebody had mislabelled her power by adding an extra vowel...

There's no way that Remilia could control her Fat either. The 'elegant' Scarlet Devil had long since lost what made her elegant. Sure, she was wearing the same pink dress as always. Sure, she was still making sure she was looking as appealing as possible... But there was no way that anybody, besides those that weren't right in the head, could call her elegant.

Not with her body having ballooned out since the moment that she lost against Reimu. Remilia had been smitten by the way that Reimu put an end to her scheme. Leaving her with an intense drive to impress her. A drive that had led her to keep on tasting her own sweets and cooked goods, just to ensure that she was feeding the Shrine Maiden the right meal...

Each of those small tastes grew and grew as days turned to months, leaving inch after inch to pack onto Remilia's body. At this point, her arms were so flabby that they were more like wings than her actual wings. And thanks to the effort that she had to go through to fit into her dress, she was almost always sweating and heaving. If she was able to fight against her nature as an elegant Vampire, then perhaps she would've tossed the corset several weeks ago, when she was still able to fit into the dress...

Not that Remilia would ever dare acknowledge the way that it fit on her. Whether it was the dress bulging outward due to the rolls on her doughy belly, the ways it got caught in the crevices between those rolls, or the way her strained sweat stained the elegant fabric. She would never dare say anything about it. Because she simply did not see it. The Scarlet Devil herself... Well, more like the Swollen Devil, simply wanted to devote all of her attention to the Shrine Maiden that she crushed on. To make sure she was enjoying her gifts, naturally!

Perhaps this focus was childish and ignorant. It would certainly reflect the age that Remilia portrayed herself as. Despite reaching 500 years of age, she didn't look like it in the slightest. She looked like an adorable little butterball, one that couldn't help but shiver with delight every time Reimu let her eyes drift towards her. Frankly, it was almost more humiliating for the ones that saw her like this than it was for her to ever acknowledge that she had grown so fat...

While the Swollen Devil had grown in her own way, to the point where she was nearly the same size as the Kotatsu that Reimu hadn't been able to fit into ever since Remilia and Sakuya started feeding her like this, that didn't mean she was the only one that had grown.

Izayoi Sakuya. The Swollen Devil's Perfect Maid... No, that didn't accurately describe her at this point. A Perfect Maid wouldn't let her dress be stained by her duties, much less by simply breathing...

Sakuya, unlike her Mistress, was as young as she looked. Reimu had initially not taken her very seriously due to this, but the young Maid had put her on the other foot. Only after everything was said and done did Reimu realize that her attempts to protect her Mistress masked a certain kind of... Thinking.

How else was Reimu supposed to describe the way that Sakuya had been ballooning out every time the Shrine Maiden had been invited over? It was like Sakuya, the so-called Perfect Maid, had messed up her cooking. Every time she came out to feed Reimu with one of the dishes that Remilia had ordered, her cheeks were caked in different sauces and juices. She had been pre-tasting the food, to ensure that Reimu would enjoy it.

Which was why the eternally Plump Maid had developed such a figure. Her uniform had long since started to tear at the seams, with only a couple of threads being able to keep it all held together. It was like those threads were frozen in place, allowing her fat to seep out from those holes. Fat that made her look that much more degrading than she probably thought she did.

Not that Sakuya was focused on that. All of her focus was exclusively on making sure that Reimu was well-fed. Even to the detriment of the orders that she had received from the Swollen Devil. Remilia had been very clear that she was meant to be the one testing out these dishes, but Sakuya simply couldn't keep her hands to herself...

As for the Shrine Maiden herself... Reimu had started this at an incredibly young age. Solving incident after incident. Making sure that not a single Youkai was going to cause trouble for Gensokyo at large.

And yet, that was exactly why she had been unable to say no to Remilia's initial invitations. She had wandered into the Scarlet Devil Mansion several times over. Enjoying feast after feast, because she simply couldn't say no to the vampire. She wasn't doing any harm, she simply wanted to invite Reimu over for a meal.

One meal turned into two. Then five. Then ten in a day. Then ten in an afternoon. And eventually, the meals started slowing down. Yet it wasn't because there was no more food that could fit into Reimu's tummy, far from it.

It was all because Reimu couldn't really make her way from the Hakurei Shrine any longer. She wasn't immobile, though the way she heaved and gasped every time she tried to lift herself onto her feet certainly made it seem that way. No, it was simply because of how much she had eaten. That, and the lack of any real incidents to resolve...

Reimu really shouldn't have accepted all of those invites. But she argued that she could handle it, because nobody was causing trouble. And that routine continued for weeks, until she couldn't force herself to do much more than sit up. It's not that she couldn't get up, she knew she could.

But her entire routine over the last few months had really just amounted to Reimu flying to the Scarlet Devil Mansion, sitting down for several hours as Remilia and Sakuya doted on her, all while pigging out. So much so that she had shredded at least five... No, uhm... How many sets of panties had torn since she...

Mmmm... She couldn't really remember. Much like she had a difficult time trying to remember the kind of foods that she had been fed. Sure, a lot of them were really tasty, and a lot of them had contributed to that belly of hers that was currently resting on her thighs, but that didn't mean that she could actually remember the tastes.

Oh, right. Reimu's belly. It had been so small just a few months back. In fact, she looked like she was malnourished when she first came to stop the Scarlet Mist incident. Perhaps that was why Remilia had chosen to go through her stomach to try and make her love her. Or perhaps that unmoving library of hers had fed her a tasty lie. Either way, she wasn't anywhere near as big as she was now.

Her belly... Her belly was big. Almost as big as one of those strange seats that Kourin tried to pawn off when she came to visit him when she was still growing. Maybe she should've said yes, because the idea of a chair that could rub her all over and make her fat body feel good... Mmmm...

This was another effect of her routine. Because she had been grounded at the Shrine for weeks, unable to do anything except barely sit up and be present for the two girls trying to feed her more and more, she could easily let her mind drift away. Drift into dreams of her still being able to carry out her duty... Or simply ways for her to relax even more than she already had. Like if she was laying on Remilia's bed, with both of them at her...

No, that one she couldn't dream about. Not because it wouldn't be wonderful, but because Remilia had already tried to court her and help her into her bed more than once. Unfortunately, the way the three of them had gained left them with a destroyed bed...

Even the wooden boards currently supporting the three girls' weights at this very moment weren't too strong. They were creaking and croaking, about to snap in twain because of everything that was on top of them. Just like Reimu's clothes were about to snap off her body...

As the most Human out of the three young fatties, Reimu had no real way to ensure that her clothes were keeping themselves together. Sure, Alice occasionally came by and helped her out by stitching them back together in exchange for some of her tea, but there was only so much that she could do. And she was busy with Marisa too...

Not to mention, even with Reimu's clothes barely hanging on by the thread, that didn't help her in the slightest in regards to portraying herself as a reliable Youkai Exterminator. Not just because of the company she kept...

But because of the sweat pouring down her body. And the scent leaving her form. She had a certain pungent odor, indicating that she barely bathed. Of course she didn't bathe often, that would require getting up onto her feet and actually doing something. Or exerting enough power to actually fly down to the Lake, or the Youkai Mountain...

So instead, Reimu just enjoyed what she could. Sitting here. With Remi and Sakuya at her sides. Each of them... Uhm... Wait, wasn't she...

Reimu instinctively started to sniff the air, and blinked a few times as she caught whiff of an incredibly sweet scent. Uhm. Right, she was supposed to... She was supposed to be taste testing their treats, wasn't she? That was why they had come over, not just to rub up against her, right..?

She didn't really think about what was in front of her. She just opened up her mouth like she had many times before, and the sweets that were on offer were lobbed down her throat. She barely even got to taste them on her tongue before they tumbled their way down into her tummy...

"Well? Well? It's tasty, isn't it, Reimu? I made sure that it'd be as tasty as possible!" Remilia sounded so eager. So sure that it was going to be tasty. To the point of very nearly shaking a lot of her sweat off her body. Even though it contrasted her image so terribly...

Sakuya simply watched instead of getting worked up. But a single look into those starry eyes of hers, and it was clear that she was just as hopeful. Especially with the way she was pushing her chubby body up against the fat hill that was Reimu's...

All that they could hear was the sound of Reimu's tummy grumbling and rumbling. Even just a few sweets like the ones that they had fed her was enough to get her digestive system pumping. And before long, they got their answer...

*UUUUUUURP*

There was absolutely zero dignity in what left Reimu's lips. Not a single inch of anything that could be considered a reasonable way to express herself in public. Only the faint smell of that sweetness that had been digested in a matter of mere moments...

She liked it. That was what both of them agreed upon. They had seen Reimu like this many times before, and it was easy to tell that this was one of the ways that she approved of what they had fed her. Even simply talking had grown difficult for Reimu, since she barely even wanted to do anything with how they spoiled her...

"See, Sakuya? She liked it! She liked mine most!" Remilia was quick to take action after being shown approval, as she shifted her position. She didn't want to lean up against Reimu, far from it.

No, she was going to hug away at that big belly. That big exposed belly that was almost always as sweaty as she was. She could feel her corset crying out in pain from how much she was putting it through, but the strain that it took to kiss Reimu's belly and rub up against it was always worth it...

"She adored those sweets. Good. I already ordered several more bags of sugar." Sakuya was just as enthusiastic, ignoring her own Mistress' cries of supremacy. All while she pushed herself down onto her front. Not because she was going to lie down and relax, far from it...

She wanted to creep her way under Reimu's rump. Perhaps it was the way that she had been treated while she was in Remilia's employ, but she had a certain thing for being underneath the ones she loved. Especially if they were extra musky down there. It was one reason why she had once neglected her Mistress' baths, at least until she realized what Sakuya's end goal was. But Reimu..?

The Shrine Maiden didn't even try to stop her when she hugged her rump while she was on her side. Panting softly as she could feel the musky scents leaving Reimu's rear, pungently piercing through her panties and sending the Perverse Maid through several delightful shocks...

Reimu was being treated with perverse desire from two different angles. Love being heaped onto her belly, and worship onto her butt. But she didn't really focus on that at all. She didn't really bother focusing on anything that wasn't food at this point in general...

Mainly because it actually kinda felt good to have them rub up against her like this. It kinda felt really nice to the point where she could feel herself drifting away again. Her day dreams just lifting her off her feet and carrying her off towards the fattest dreams she could imagine...

Most of them played out the same way. Most of them barely lasted much time at all. All of them focused around the mere act of her laying back and being fed...

Laying back in her bed inside, with her belly poking upward towards the sky. All while candy and thick meals were being fed straight into her mouth. All while both of the two girls did everything to make sure she felt good...

Sitting on one of the nicest chairs in the Swollen Devil's Garden, as she was fed fresh meals... Meals that were meant to help her lose weight, only for the sheer quantity to make her grow...

Even being worshiped like a Goddess, complete with the right kind of garb... Fed offering after offering. Making her drool as her mind kept drifting through scenario after scenario...

She'd much rather get stuck in her own daydreams than carrying out her duty. All thanks to how the two young girls had groomed her into a life of absolute insolence. Reimu should feel humiliated and embarrassed that she would end up like this... And yet it just felt right.

Right up until her tummy started rumbling again. Partly because of all the kisses that were being planted on it. And partly because of all the ways that Sakuya was grabbing at her body, massaging it and making her feel all sorts of good...

It was stimulating. Too stimulating. To the point where Reimu ended up gasping a little too much, and the gas inside was let loose on both ends...

She blanked out, barely able to hear the sound of her own body releasing some of the pent up fumes from within.  Barely able to notice the sound of Sakuya huffing more of her scent, and Remilia shivering with joy at her body expressing such intimate satisfaction...

Instead, Reimu simply let her eyes flutter until they grew nice and closed. Because releasing that little bit of gas, that tiny bit of pressure from within, had left her awfully drowsy...

Yeah... She just needed a little nap before her big meal tonight. Yeah... Yeah, that was it...

Just a nap, before she'd sink back into this eternally slobby routine...