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The bluish-white hue of the great crystal pillar holding up Cocoon was a familiar sight to all saved from the fall of that great living space nearly two years since a group of L’cie saved them. Scientists had measured, done calculations, and there was nothing remotely earthly about the pillar. An odd warmth was observed radiating from the crystal, though no one could say for sure just what that meant.


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Fang hunched over as she was assailed with yet another hunger pang, lending urgency to her hands as she reached for the massive pile of food, bringing what she could grab to her lips. Chewing with her mouth open, not caring one whit for the crumbs, sauces, and sundry other  bits that tricked down her face, the spear-wielder focused solely on eating. Even the thought of her dear Vanille fled from her mind, finally tipping the whole table over in her rush to grab more. “MMGGHHPH! ULP! MUGHGHAAIGHHHMP!” These and more noises echoed from the lithe warrior, her litheness soon receding, flab and adipsoe steadily softening her features. Her face softened, her chin rounding out, her neck joining it, melding like she and Vanille had in steadying the fall of Cocoon. Her breasts rounded, drooping more and more with every bite, her waist expanding, love-handles that looked more at home on a wild boar than a person were soon on full display. Thighs squishing together as she lowered herself on her rear, that part of her becoming less toned with every swallow. In fact, she felt the ground sooner than she would have, but her hunger ruled her now so she paid it no notice even as her butt became a personal seat of flesh. By the time the table was cleared, Fang was verging on obese, her entire body coated in sweat, her frame flushed red all over from the tiring effort of lifting fatter and fatter arms to her mouth.

Her thoughts were her own once more as she felt herself become well and truly full, idly rubbing the adipose she now sported, and looking over towards Vanille. Her beloved was on her back, belching fiercely, her belly so round and flabby that Fang couldn’t even see her head and even if her belly was smaller, the redhead’s breasts would still be in the way.

“Ooooh…Fang, can you give me a belly rub?”

“Afraid I can’t, too full myself.” Fang punctuated this with a long gust of flatulence, sighing as the pressure eased from her full stomach.

“Guess I’ll just have to do that too,” Vanille replied, trying her best to follow Fang’s example, shame filling her.

“That’s the spirit Vanille, we’ve just got to keep stuffing ourselves.”

“But…why?” Vanille panted out, trying her best to get up to a sitting position, finally managing after several minutes, showing off her flabby face.

“Can’t you hear the voice? It’s just like the first time in Oerba, all those years ago. We’ve got to get bigger, gain enough energy to keep our pillar going or else everyone who depends on Cocoon staying still will be gone. Besides, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Vanille strained her hearing, but no sound came except for Fang’s grunts as her larger lover tried to get to her feet. Closing her eyes, she focused inward and it was then that she heard it. A firm tone that brought a calming sensation even as she fully heard what it was saying.

Eat for the future of everyone.

A wet, squishy sensation came from her left as Vanille was drawn out of listening to the voice, Fang’s sweaty, obese body the culprit. “Just rest for now Vanille, when we wake up we have a lot more eating to do.”

“Ok, Fang. You’re not too bad looking either, being so fat.”

Fang chuckled at that and patted her lap, Vanille taking the invitation and laying her head in the now much softer area of her darling Oerban. Soon enough she fell asleep, imagining the bodies they’d have the next time she woke up.


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Vanille reached out a hand for more food but was finding the action trying, her arm weighed down by a curtain of flab, her fingers coated in soft, quivering fat. An even larger hand pushed some sliced boar towards her mouth, Vanille thanking her provider.

“Thanksh Fang!”

Fang’s face smiled, at least that’s what Vanille chose to interpret the jowls jostling slightly in an upward direction as. Her closest persons’s vibrant eyes were hopelessly squinting owing to the flab surrounding her face, to say nothing of the sheer tons of excess flesh the formerly active warrior and hunter had on the rest of her body. The behemoth that was Fang returned to her eating, gulping down great heaping amounts of sludgy gruel, Vanille marveling that her lover was even able to lift her fingers to her mouth.

It had been three more slumbers that had brought the two to this size and Vanille was worried that they’d be immobile before they went to sleep. Shaking her head of that thought, Vanille focused on eating, clearing the boar from the massive plate ten bites later. Fang was on all fours, gorging like a hog, great legs quivering, arms not far behind, until the whole mass that made up her fell flat on her stomach. Wriggling like a newborn puppy, Fang was trying to get to the remaining gruel. Vanille got to her feet, or tried to, swaying back and forth in the now familiar rocking motion to get her momentum going but was stymied by her own body.

She was just too fat.

The worry over Fang’s helpless body and her own combined with her growing hunger had Vanille hyperventilating. Was this how everything was going to end?

A hand sunk gently into the fat on her right shoulder, causing Vanille to look up. A dark haired young woman was beside her, the woman’s brown eyes were warmly glancing into her own. “Don’t worry, we’re here to help.”

Vanille opened her mouth, but only the woman’s name, now remembered from her adventures to save the world, came out. “Lebreau!”

“Ssh, I just look like the human you know as Lebreau. Now open your mouth, please, and I can help.”

Vanille did as the being wearing Lebreau’s appearance said, finding a large glass pitcher pressed to her lips, the taste of alcohol filling her. The liquid was richer than the spirits she’d imbibed in Oerba on her and Fang’s fist successful hunt together, and filled her in ways she never knew liquid could. More and more it flowed into her, her belly rounding out, her whole body expanding and still the delicious drink kept coming.

Her vision was starting to get hazy, the world in a twilight between light and darkness, Fang’s huge form being tended to by Serah Farron, a pitcher full of a dark brew being poured into the hunter she loved with even more force than “Lebreau” was doing to her.

Finally, as she passed out, the liquid came to a stop and Vanille, immobile and full, dreamed of Pulse and the vast variety of wildlife and creatures, the last sensation she was aware of was a growing hunger as she fixated on the image of all that life.


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Fang stared up into a sky containing nothing but Serah Farron’s face. She willed herself to move, but only jiggling followed. Even the tiniest motion of her pinky finger was denied, no matter how much she struggled. She was raised upwards, realizing she was in Serah’s palm, and positioned to see the vast expanse of Pulse, a heard of chocobo’s running from some wolves, hobgoblins fighting over a new leader, and a lone tonberry facing off against a herd of Adamantoise.

Several of the chocobo’s were lifted into the air and brought before Fang’s face, the warrior’s eyes blinking rapidly as she realized they were no larger than a peanut from Lebreau’s bar to her. Hunger roared from her gut and Fang opened her mouth, the birds vanishing in a flurry of feathers, her teeth crunching through bone and flesh, swallowing the lot of them in one gulp.

An Adamantoise was next, approaching Fang’s mouth tail-first, this time the size difference was comparable to the first wolf Fang had killed. By the time she had swallowed the surprisingly delicious-tasting monster down, Fang felt her body outgrow Serah’s palm. But instead of dropping her increasing weight, Serah’s palm just got larger, Serah’s whole body in step with that growth until again all Fang could see was Serah’s face if her eyes moved upwards.

Looking to her right, Fang could make out Vanille’s red hair amid the giantess that was Lebreau as a small army of Ochu’s were fed to Vanille, Fang drawn away from that sight to find every monster she and her L’cie friends had fought before her.

The Long Gui’s were the size of an ant by this point and Fang’s mouth opened voluntarily as the horde was fed to her and she grew beyond any reckoning she could think of. Finished after four swallows, Fang stared at the formerly massive form of Titan, now apple-sized.

Opening her mouth, Fang devoured the Fal’Cie, it’s taste not unlike that of a burnt candy Hope had convinced her to try one night camping near Taejin’s Tower. Finishing with the meal, Fang felt her body grow even larger.

Closing her eyes, she hoped when she opened them that this was the end of their latest trial.

Opening them, she found herself alone in the blue void that had been her new home since sacrificing her physical form for the world. There was just a tiny sphere with a mixture of tan and pale colorings to her right.

She couldn’t move her body to pick up that sphere but she recognized the faint voice coming from it.

“Vanille!”

Even talking left her feeling like she’d run a marathon, her body quivering and sweating. She didn’t want to think about what her sweat drops would mean to Vanille.

The voice came to her again, calm filling her enormity.

Go to sleep Fang, you’ve done well. When you wake up, you’ll be reunited with Vanille and alive once more.

Focusing on the calm tone of the voice, Fang fell asleep, but not before moving her eyes towards Vanille and wishing her pleasant dreams as she was too exhausted to vocalize her thoughts.


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Lightning Farron felt drained as she sat down at the foot of Etro’s Throne in Valhalla. Speaking across time and space, to say nothing about the aids she’d sent to ensure Fang and Vanille’s energy transfer to the pillar, taxed her like nothing she’d ever felt.

But, she still allowed herself a small feeling of satisfaction.

With the pillar secure, she could focus on the approaching battle with Caius Ballad and his forces of Chaos.
Fatter Fantasies: Crystal Calories (FFXIII)
Fang and Vanille are the subjects this time. After this is Dissidia 12 and FF IX, followed by the ending of this series involving Lightning post Lightning Returns. I own nothing in this story.
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Terra let loose a content sigh as she relaxed against Locke’s toned body. The feel of his comforting arms, the gentle little ditty he hummed, the sensation of his voice vibrating through her softer form as he sang; all of it was adding up to one of her most cherished memories. She placed her tubby hands over his calloused fingers, gently bidding him to press deeper into her massive belly. Nearly every woman Terra had ever met would no doubt be worried about the size she had attained in the nearly six years of peace since the defeat of Kefka, but she delighted in her vastness.

Still, content as she was, Terra knew this moment wasn’t quite complete. “Locke, I’m going to go fine her and bring her home.”

“She made her choice, Terra.”

“She simply told you what she thought you needed to hear. There’s a difference and besides, I didn’t get a chance to explain my feelings. Now you’ll stay here and take care of the children while I’ll get the chance to rescue the fair maiden for a change.”

Locke thought about bringing up his lover’s obese figure, but knew it truly would prove no impediment to the half Esper. Whether a result of her heritage, the useless fragments of magic that seemed to cling to her, or something else, Terra was still as mobile as she used to be. Plus, she had the Ultima Weapon with her.  So he kissed her lowermost chin, moved out from behind her, and went to sleep, feeling her adipose engulf most of his body.


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Close to a year and a half, Celes Chere thought to herself. Here they came again, the sharp daggers of happy memories and again she quaffed another stein down her gullet. The memories of her happier moments dissipated in a haze of alcohol, the former general shoving the pot pie deep into her mouth. A gurgling fart trumpeted throughout her room, the stink sinking deep into her mattress, Celes lapping up her shame like the food she was consuming. Grunting, crumbs flying off into the room as she did so, Celes finished with a mighty swallow, sending the tail end of the beer after it.

Belching, and inhaling the foulness she had just unleashed moments after, she lay back in her darkened room. Zozo’s inhabitants were wonderful for staying out of other people’s business, and since her business was to gorge and grow that suited her just fine. Sighing, she focused on the wonderful numbing sensation that filled her after a binge, driving away the thoughts of green hair and a roguish smile. She didn’t deserve to be happy. Locke had chosen Terra, and she didn’t deserve to love the green-haired beauty.

Not after she had left her to the machinations of that damned clown, not when she had been so petty in her perceived rivalry over Locke. With time, distance, stench, and adipose, Celes realized her leaving was the best for the both of them and herself. They wouldn’t be plagued by her presence, constantly asking themselves what if this, what if that and she wouldn’t get to see them enjoying the happiness she craved but wasn’t deserving of. She was the darkness and they were the starlight, a bitter smile overtaking her fat lips as she imagined trying to fit in that old opera dress now. Laying back fully on her bed, she stared up at the ceiling, wondering if she should muster up the energy to go to the ice box and pick out more food and eat herself into slumber. But before she could begin the laborious jostling and quivering that made up her stride these days, her door was kicked off its hinges.

Gaping at Terra’s familiar form, now even softer and more beautiful than the last time she’d seen her, Celes was soon pulled to her feet and brought into a tight hug. “We’ve missed you. I’ve missed you, so please, come home.”

Celes winced at the feeling of Terra’s smooth skin against her own slick and smelly flesh, but instead of recrimination, the blonde only received an even tighter hug. “I don’t deserve either of you. I didn’t do anything when I first met you and I kept up that foolish jealous mask. Then I stuck around and intruded upon your happiness with Locke.”

“He told you the truth. We both want you, Celes, all of you, even with this peculiar funk you’ve surrounded yourself with.”

Celes gave a dry chuckle at that, her bowels letting fly a squelching roar of flatulence, the former General’s tubby cheeks flushing red. “Truly?”

“Truly, my darling Celes. Now let’s go home.”


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Two weeks pass and Celes finds herself in a place she thought reserved only for dreams. Nestled in the center of the newly refitted bed, curtesy of Edgar and his mechanical genius, Locke on her right, Terra on her left. All tangled together yet fitting so perfectly that the jagged wound that had been her life this past year was only a faint echo now. An echo she knew would be vanquished by these two.

Her habits were hard to break, the children giggling her first night back as she belched and broke wind with abandon, despite her best efforts. But Terra had merely giggled along with the kids and Locke hadn’t commented. Still, her regular showers were softening her rank body odors and her two dear ones doted, not at all pushing her to stop gorging herself.

Terra gave a sudden mewl of pleasure as Celes’s hand unintentionally stroked over a secret ticklish area known to Locke and herself. Not wanting Terra to wake up, and happier than she ever thought she could experience, Celes opened her lips and gently sung. “I am thankful, my beloved, all doubts and fears erased. Though the hours take no notice, of what fate might have in store, our love, come what may, shall never age a day…” Her voice had the desired effect, though the flab coating her throat had deepened her singing a hair, Terra drifting fully back into slumber.

Smiling, Celes followed after her darlings, promising to herself to sing the whole opera to them come the morning.
Fatter Fantasies: Room For More (FF VI)
Here we have the next entry involving Celes, Terra, and Locke solving a love triangle. Next will be FFXIII but Lightning won't be in the story at all. I own nothing in this story.
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Yuna plopped down next to Paine, politely ignoring the way their love-handles were squishing together. Paine, for her part, let out a grunt before a loud pop was heard, a metal button flying off and through a decorative plant in the galley.

“That’s better,” Paine said calmly, idly stroking her pale white belly as it spread outwards from the confining pants she’d been a bit too big for these past couple weeks. A plate was suddenly placed down in front of Paine containing five pancakes with caramelized pear strips in a line on top with eggs surrounding the stack and bacon in the shape of a smile below the pears.

“For my big beauty Paino here!”

“Thanks,” Paine replied, digging in and ignoring the glee in Rikku’s fat face as she masticated away. Rikku placed another plate in front of Yuna, the former summoner clapping her tubby hands excitedly at the mound of biscuits, gravy, and twenty strips of bacon.

“And my not so little cousin, Yunie!”

“Thank Rikku! Oh, it smells wonderful!” Yuna shoved her face clear into the dish, slurping and snorting as she ate away, her gut steadily filling with the delicious meal her cousin had provided.

“Which leaves a plate all to me!” Rikku sat down beside Yuna, bringing her plate full of hashbrowns, four waffles topped with three heavy dollops of butter, and eighteen sausage links with her. Digging in with her fingers, and moaning at the delicious taste of the meal she’d cooked for herself, Rikku started gorging. The sausages were perfectly plum and warm, the taste delightful. The waffles were that ideal mix between buttery and firm, the butter slower going down her throat as she swallowed, but all of the food was definitely worth the mighty belch she let fly after finishing off half the plate.

As she spared a moment to catch her breath before diving back into the food, Rikku frowned as a thought struck her: this was wrong. The Gullwings were sphere hunters, not pigs!

“Yunie, Yunie, stop eating!”

She reached out fat arms to try and get her cousin to see reason, but only got a droning fart and a rough shove backwards as a response. “NO! Leave me…berp…olp…mmmm…alone!”

Rikku got to her feet then, taking a few waddling steps towards Paine, the chef dresssphere that had started this whole mess stained from her gluttony as Rikku moved forwards. Sweat stains showed here and there on the fabric as she finally was within reach of the silver-haired blob that had been their best warrior.

“PAINE! STOP EATING!”


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Paine reeled back, feeling the three whole chocobo breasts, five liters of the best wine in Besaid, and two pounds of fried potatoes sloshing about in her pale belly. Blinking a bit, and looking around, Paine saw Yuna still eating and Rikku resting her fat hands on her even larger gut. “Rikku, did you say something?”

“Nope. Just had some gas to let loose. Want me to ring for more food?”

“No, just gonna digest, thanks though.” Paine gaped a bit at Rikku and Yuna’s enormous bodies. Yuna’s breasts alone looked bigger than the entire half of her own body! How had she gotten so big? Paine took stock of herself and decided that it was time for a change. She used to be a warrior, used to be the epitome of strength and single-minded determination in everything she did. But then she remembered the invitation from Leblanc, the pampering at the spa, the delicious meals, and the offer to stay permanently, an offer all three young women eagerly accepted.

“This isn’t right,” Paine whispered to herself as she felt with fingers so fat she could barely make a fist along the multiple rolls that made up her belly. “Rikku, all of this is wrong!” But her blonde friend had gone back to eating, lifting a giant bowl of stew to her lips and chugging for all she was worth, not caring as rivulets of the stuff slid down her many chins and stained her tubby breasts. Turning her attention to Yuna, Paine struggled to get to her feet but found her wide hips had effectively left her bound by her chair. “Yuna, Yuna, listen to me, you’ve got to snap out of this, stop eating. YUNA! STOP EATING!”


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“BBBUUUUURRRAAAPPPPP!” Yuna’s jowls and cheeks quivered at the force of her belch, bits of the oatmeal she was currently eating ending up dribbling down her chin at her eructation. A hand rubbed soothing circles in the mass of flesh that made up her back.

“That’s a good girl, Yuna! Now open up again, here comes the machina with yummy goodies!” Yuna’s eyes widened as she recognized that voice, disbelief coloring her expression as she saw Lulu hold up a heavy spoon of oatmeal towards her mouth. She was so shocked she let it in without stopping, swallowing the hearty stuff readily. “There’s my good girl! Getting nice and fat for mommy!”

“Lulu, what are you-“ Another spoonful cut off her voice.

“Ah, ah, no speaking. You’re just a baby, after all. All of you are my big little babies growing so nice and round, yes you are, yes you are!” The sweet, caring tone of voice was something Yuna had rarely heard Lulu use in her life and she stared at Rikku and Paine in high chairs, spoons darting from their mouths to a great cauldron of oatmeal and back again, all aided by Lulu’s magic. Memories came to Yuna then, even as she watched Paine and Rikku belch, fart, and continue eating, their helpless, immobile bodies expanding just that much more as she watched them gorge. Wakka and Vidina had been killed by fever, Lulu surviving. Her mind near-broken, clutching at anything that reminded her of her husband and son, the black mage had despaired. Yuna, Paine, and Rikku had been there for her, promising anything they could to help her. Weeks turned into months until Rikku came up with a solution. They would be her new children and give her the family she wanted. Going along, Lulu’s mind began to mend, but soon enough her magic had rendered the three helpless to do anything but for her aid and the intense feedings that became their sole activity aside from sleeping made their bodies the blobs they now where.

Yuna turned her attention fully back to Lulu, blobby face turning red as she realized she wasn’t being fed right away after swallowing the most recent mouthful. She started to wail until a spoon was shoved in her mouth, her tantrum ceasing as she swallowed the yummy meal. Closing her eyes, the former summoner and sphere hunter surrendered to the feeling of filling her globular gut as her former guardian spared no time in feeding her again and again and again.


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Drana Guado’s body had passed years ago at Macalania Woods but her essence remained. The curse her life-loosening lips had whispered lived on in the three blobs that had, once upon a time, been the Gullwings. When Drana was alive she had been serving her penance in the woods with the rest of her kind for following Seymour’s mad aims as the Gullwings dallied along the branches and natural spires of the area, making noise, killing fiends, and looting the land of treasures.

She watched their selfish aims, abusing the power their special garbs brought them, and felt the gluttony for constant new experiences from their very beings as they wandered to and fro, slaying fiends and opening chests again and again. The repetition of these three in their noise and bluster had caused distress to the woods and the very life of the land. She felt its pain as she blended into the background for the three, just another Guado in the woods.

They were there when she was a breath away from dying, her passing unnoticed by any of the three as they went about their incessant grinding away of the land’s power.

“Curse these three, their senses too, and their gluttony, forever true.”

One of the three blobs gurgled as tree sap filled what had once been the mouth of a warrior, a thief, a gunner, and countless other classes. The curse made the blobs appear as just another shining orb of colored lights, one of the many that dotted the woods, blocking the magic of the worried Lulu, the sensors of the bright Shinra, and the combined efforts of those the Gullwings had helped, even the resources of Leblanc.

Helpless, the three orbs of fat that had been Yuna, Rikku, and Paine went through another scenario of unending gluttony inside the trio of food-gorged minds.
Fatter Fantasies: The Gluttony Wings (FFX-2)
The start of a new series starring the females of the Final Fantasy games I've played or am currently playing. Later parts won't be as dark as this story is. I own nothing in this story.
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Jill Valentine stared at the quarter pint left in the ice cream she’d bought a little over a week ago.  Then she placed her right hand on her contently full stomach, basking in the feeling of being in control yet again. Even now, approaching four months of freedom, she knew she’d never get tired of wriggling her fingertips. The scent of her deodorant came to her again, sharp as ever.

It had been a good workout, she decided. Six miles and an hour of weights flashed through her memory as the scent took her, the images transfiguring into the sterile, unending routine Wesker had run her through day after day, hour after hour, second upon second. His voice came rushing  back, cold but never without that hint of unbridled arrogance. “Again, Jill. We wouldn’t want your skills to get rusty when you see Chris again. Our family reunion. Repeat this course until you reach your limits, then report to Excella.” Shaking her head at the endless miles, weights, target practice, and hand to hand combat started to loom in her mind, she picked up the spoon and finished off the pint rapidly.

Breathing heavily, she looked around at her spotless bedroom. Again she heard his voice and she tossed the carton away, spoon still inside. It bounced and a bit of the by now liquid remnants pooled onto a section of the carpet. Her stomach was full, her room now messy but the voice didn’t return the rest of the night.

The exercise soon joined the discarded carton within a week, the deodorant following a few days after that. She watched the reflection in the mirror change as she began to cook less and order out more. Her abs replaced with softer flesh, her thighs expanding, her breasts rounding, and her face losing a bit of her strong features as adipose began to set up shop around her cheeks and chin.

A light gurgle broke her observation before a long hiss of flatulence ended it completely, Jill feeling her cheeks wobble from the force of her fart for the first time she could recall. But her lips didn’t frown, or even remain a solid line of passive observation.  Instead she was grinning as she turned fully around and grunted out another, fogging up the mirror around her lower half just a little.

A fog that completely dissipated the ghost of Wesker’s voice.

Chris said nothing about the stench, the extra pounds, or the mess her apartment was becoming as they began a movie night. For all her joy these past couple of days since her farting in front of the mirror, she felt that deep, gnawing cringe grip her tightly in her stomach as she burped ten minutes into the film.

Pausing it, Jill finally turned her attention to Chris, waiting for him to call her on the burp or the way her belly was causing her blue shirt to ride up. Instead his eyes held that same steady look as when he returned her kiss from months ago, radiating the care and stability that broke through the agony of being freed from Wesker’s control and the first thing she focused on upon regaining herself.

“Nice one,” he finally replied, Jill chuckling before lightly hitting him on the shoulder, soon enough confessing her lifestyle change, not omitting everything and finally ending on the moment before the fogged up mirror and trying to express her need for this eccentric type of catharsis.

“So it’s the only way I can get back at him now, undoing the endless training, the grooming, the control. I’ll understand if you don’t want to be with a fat pig of a woman. But at least you can see why I’m like this now, right Chris?”

His arms wrapped around her, bringing her closer, big belly meeting sheer muscle, uncloaked stench driving away the earthy smell of his aftershave or cologne, she couldn’t tell what. “I see the woman I love and if this helps you, than keep on doing it. It won’t change my feelings for you.” Jill kissed him then, sending him onto his back as she lunged into his body, the remote falling to the floor and the movie resumed by the action.

Neither cared and the next day Chris went grocery shopping for Jill, fulfilling her long list with his usual solidity. It was only as Jill nearly finished putting everything away following his sudden departure owing to BSAA business that she realized he had added to the list, her face breaking out into a giddy beam as she realized what he had bought.

An extra two cartons of ice cream.
Jill Valentine's Carbtharsis
A prequel to my, in my opinion, best work on this site Dietary Setbacks and Slobby Realities. Expect a Claire prequel as well and once again I own nothing in this story.
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