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"Well, you've finally done it, Aoi..." Aoyagi Tsubaki groaned - something that was almost a moan - as her chubby, cream-stained fingers released the little handle of a hang her belly had. With maybe even the softest, bobbing noise, Tsubaki's own body sloshed down at the behest of gravity, smacking against the front of her pinkish panties unceremoniously. "You've finally... Ufff ... Made me fat." To Tsubaki, though, this was a ceremony. The worship of her own, made-obese body. The first time her belly had gotten fat and flabby enough to really sag.

Miyake Aoi could only admire her handiwork. Tsubaki wasn't just soft, she was thick - plush. Everything, from her cheeks to her thighs, had that lustrous glow of lard, not ignoring the glossy sheen of sweat that coated it all. Even in the dank light of their bedroom, Aoi's girlfriend glowed . "Should I apologize, then?" She snickered, daring herself to move forwards and place her own fat hand on this goddess' ass. Aoi had always been tubby - she could always feel her own gut, sloughing away beneath her jumper - but Tsubaki's freshly-grown body made her reconsider her diet. If Aoi could reach this level of beauty, simply by plumping up - and being confident in it, of course - she'd gladly throw away her cardio regime and dedicate herself to becoming a similarly doughy deity. "How does it feel?" Aoi wrapped an arm around Tsubaki's waist, hugging her girlfriend's lavicious love-handles.

"How does it feel ? Aoi, you should know..." If there was anyone who'd know what being flabby felt like, it would surely have been Aoi. After all, she'd squashed Tsubaki under that same fatness nearly every night. But, Tsubaki realised, it wasn't really that that Aoi wanted to know. "It's just all so... Loose ."

Aoi smirked again. Tsubaki was blushing, but she wasn't afraid. She was safe in Aoi's arms, their cushiony, cuddly bodies transformed into diadems of how well-fed, well-loved, and well-cared for these two greedy girls were. In Tsubaki's swelling, sexually-charged softness, Aoi could find some self-love, too; adoration for a belly that'd disobeyed her, her whole life. Tsubaki was about to surpass Aoi's weight, but it was hardly about that - even if the simple sight of the scales could turn them both on.

"When I was... Thin , my body was so tight, and puffed-up. Like a balloon full of air." Aoi didn't really want to know what it felt like to be fat. She wanted to know what being thin was like; or, more realistically, what getting fat felt like. "Now, it's all jiggly, and large. Like I'm filled with water. Or milk. Or... Jelly ." Tsubaki giggled as Aoi's hand reached around and weighed Tsubaki's tummy in her hand. "I can't suck it in, or tense it. There's nothing strong about it, it's just... Blubber." Tsubaki didn't want to call her fatness ' useless ' or ' dead weight ', but she couldn't beat around the bush; that was what it was.

"Mhmm," Aoi breathed out, letting her tummy fill up to it's full size and sag against Tsubaki's back. An unmoving reminder that she had a lot fatter to get. Perhaps, the both of them did. "and all of this blubber , is it hungry?" Licking her lips, Aoi revealed what she'd been hiding behind her thick ass: a new jar of jam. A new flavour, a new flood of calories to force Tsubaki's belly to struggle to digest, and then turn into fat.

Tsubaki couldn't help but sigh. She puffed up a little pout onto her pampered cheeks; even if she already knew she'd greedily guzzle it all up, she needed to put on an adorable little display of protesting nonetheless. For old time's sake. "Honestly, Aoi. Are you trying to make me fatter?" Tsubaki gave her girlfriend a little tut , and then let her body take over.

Aoi didn't even need to play along with Tsubaki's pretend prudishness. In a moment, her chubby girlfriend was oh-so politely sitting on her bed, her weighty butt weighing down the mattress slightly, right next to their heavy-duty funnel. "I think you're the one trying to get fatter, Tsubaki." Aoi smiled, standing over Tsubaki with a rush of excitement. Even though Aoi had mixed feelings about her own weight, Tsubaki wasn't stricken by those same woes at all; Tsubaki gleefully gobbled up everything in front of her, so long as it was fattening - and especially so, if Aoi was at the other end, making sure she finished her meal. Popping the top off of the jam jar and tossing it aside, Aoi couldn't help but feel a little envious. Tsubaki was the perfect feedee, and Aoi always ended up feeling a jealous little flutter in the tub of her tummy whenever she was prostrating herself like this. Why had Aoi's own size felt so disappointing? Either way, it hardly mattered. Tsubaki was going to get so fat that Aoi looked thin next to her; this was all but guaranteed.

"Perhaps." Tsubaki looked so proud, but both girls knew that that full-of-herself nature was about to be replaced with a very real fullness. "It's all just so yummy , though, isn't it?" Tsubaki preened herself, tossing her hair about as her face gleamed with a snide smirk. Soon enough, that smugness would be all-but annihilated by a stuffed-up stomach, transformed into moaning, wailing and begging. Letting her mouth hang open, Tsubaki purred as one end of the funnel was pushed inside of it. With a blush, she looked up at the girl operating the other end, pretending the tube was something thick, wet and phallic. " Mmff ... Huwwy up..." Tsubaki fought off a lurch of anxiety as she waited for the thick slickness of Aoi's jam to meet her mouth; to pump her up unforgivingly.

Her knees almost buckling under the weight of just how hot Tsubaki could be when she got like this - obsessed with her own sex appeal - Aoi decided it'd be best to start filling the funnel, before she dropped the jam jar, too. Without a moment's notice, the peachy, fruit-dotted mixture began to ooze down the tube, and right into Tsubaki's greedy, waiting mouth.

" Ulp ... Unnff ..." Letting a mindless malaise possess her as she ate, she swallowed and swallowed like a pig trapped in a trough. Closing her eyes, Tsubaki pictured that entire jar of jam; soon enough, it would be inside of her. Far bigger than anything that'd ever fucked her, an entire jam of jar could barely fit inside her belly - but she would make sure it did. " Huu--uunhh ..." Tsubaki cast her mind back; bursting her buttons on stage, popping her jeans at a buffet with Rika, tearing her panties whilst relaxing with Miyu. She was a glutton, for sure. The thought made her soaking wet, from both sweat and everything else her body could conjure up.

Tsubaki's body was an aphrodisiac. She'd destroyed her waistline for Aoi, and was in the process of only making it worse. She was dedicated, devoted, and even enslaved to her feeder, but Tsubaki wasn't slowing down. Fatter and fatter, jigglier and softer, thicker and fluffier, until Aoi couldn't even touch her without cumming. Until she broke beds, burst outfits and made Rika's mouth gape just by waddling past her. The thought made Aoi lean forwards, until her cock was sunk slightly into Tsubaki's softness. Maybe it was her chest, maybe it was her tummy; it didn't matter. Tsubaki was soft all over, and Aoi was going insane holding herself back from all those rounded-out edges. "Tsuba-- ki ..." She groaned, feeling her already-tight jeans struggle around her hips. Being a fat girl came with it's trials, and finding pants that could fit her ass was one of them. Soon enough, Tsubaki would be feeling that same strain. Tsubaki, the goddess vocalist of RONDO, would struggle to fit into her clothes. The thought only made Aoi harder, bigger and more desperate for anything soft to sink herself into.

" Ulp ... Gulp ..." Unable to fight back, Tsubaki just sat back and let it all happen to her - to her obese body. " Uhh--Ulk... " Every slow, heady swallow was another pump of calories, making her a fatter, thicker, more worshippable woman. Food was being poured into her at a rate she could hardly handle. Her panties were set to just burst. Aoi was fucking her fat-folds; the spot where her boobs sat comfortably atop the round horizon of her huggable belly. She would be , at least, if that damn button would just--

Pop!

Tsubaki's eyes were closed, but that hardly mattered. First, she felt Aoi's button bounce harmlessly off of her boob-meat, the slightly jam-stained skin tight and thick enough to see it just bounce right off. Her heart throbbed as she heard Aoi's zipper undo, each creak sounding like an alarm bell. Finally, slap , came Aoi's cock proper, the chubby feeder thrusting back and forth until her dick slid into the all-too comfy cleavage under her boobs. Aoi was gentle, but that didn't make swallowing any easier; as Tsubaki became swollen with jam, Aoi's cock pressed against her stuffed stomach, almost threatening to force her girlfriend to swallow it all over again. " A-Aoi ..." Tsubaki moaned as she began to feel her feeder's precum drip and drizzle over the arch of her belly. She'd done this to Aoi, simply by eating. The thought was infectious; it ran through every bone in Tsubaki's body, until she gripped the duvet and tried not to think about how sexy the cold spot on the top of her belly was.

Looking down at Tsubaki, Aoi purred and moaned in equal measure as she watched her girlfriend swallow. Her cheeks were covered in sweat, jam and tears, but she could still fit more inside of her. Such a brave, dutiful girlfriend; Aoi was spoilt. The thought that it was all real entered her mind, and she almost collapsed into Tsubaki's arms. This girl - this goddess - is getting fat for me . Aoi's chubby knees buckled, shook and spasmed as Tsubaki engulfed her with a truly angelic aura. "Tsu-- Nffhh --Tsubaki...!" Almost tearing the tube out of Tsubaki's mouth, Aoi just gripped on tight. She'd never let this girl go; and she was sure Tsubaki would never leave her. This deal was just too good for the both of them. All Tsubaki had to was swallow, and let herself be worshipped - All Aoi had to do was keep the food coming, and try not to put on too much weight as she did.

Seto Rika had been looking forward to this for a while; a date with her best girlfriend, Tsubaki! Well, her best friend-girl, that was; Rika wasn't interested in stealing anything from Aoi, of course. She hadn't seen Tsubaki in months, even at ALTER-EGO. For sure, she was planning something big ! Girls didn't just go nigh-on radio silent for nothing after all. Hiiro had told her as much; Tsubaki was gearing up for a big, big big comeback. The thought had made Rika want to start raving on the spot. She'd known Tsubaki since she was a young girl. She'd known Tsubaki as a waifish high-schooler, and now as an adorable DJ-vocalist. She'd recognise her anywhere.

" Uff --! R-Rika!"

Rika didn't recognise this , though. There was no way this was Aoyagi Tsubaki. This fatass, squeezed into a set of jean-shorts so skimpy that Rika couldn't tell if those tears were part of the design or not. It was already unbuttoned nonetheless, letting a simply gelatinous gut hang out and bop against the girl's shoulder-width thighs. Was that a crop top, or just a shirt that'd already seen it best days? Everything was hanging out, save for Tsubaki's titanic tits. Arms, thighs, and belly, all sloshing out and jiggling like Tsubaki was buried under half a ton of jelly. Rika shivered as she remembered the routine for today; first stop, a buffet . Rika was tiny in front of this whale of a woman, and as Tsubaki came closer, she was only getting bigger; wider .

"Aoi's just-- Nhh -- lagging a bit behind..." With a hand on her belly, Tsubaki wheezed her weariness to the world, her desk-sized ass doing her no favours. "I think she... Haahh ... Might've gotten stuck in that last café, again..." For the Miyakes - and their tremendous waistlines - this would be one hell of a comeback.