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1. Kill La Kill

Satsuki Kiryuin surveyed the board of directors she had picked to aid her in reforming REVOCS image worldwide. The effort had been monumental, the results nothing short of miraculous, a word Satsuki could not have taken seriously eight years ago, when she was fighting her mother at her sister’s side. But peacetime, and allowing her emotions to blossom around her sister, her now sister-in-law, and her dear Nonon, had brought forth an entirely unexpected, but not unwelcome metamorphosis. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathed in the slightly higher than room temperature, savored the taste of her own odors in the air, and exhaled. Her gut pushed out at the force of her exhale, the barest edge of it neatly tightening the bottom four buttons on her business suit jacket. A jacket she had brushed free of the crumbs and sauce stains that had made up lazy patterns just under an hour ago during her lunch. Though if one had a  discerning eye, and she knew there were many such people in this room, they would see the stains of her perspiration coming in around the general area of her upper arms and the pits coated by aprons of quivering flab.
She tried to imagine seeing herself through their eyes. The disgust, the sheer incredulity of so much weight gathered around her rear end, the watering around the edges of her chief financial officer’s eyes as she cut loose with a trumpeting gout of flatulence. The ringing in the ears of her wheezes and pants as she waddled around one half of the table, hunching over, tubby digits sinking into her gut as she huffed and puffed great gasps of warm, smelly, breath. Imagining the stench of the stuff to the unprepared, like the youngest woman on her board, the blond coughing and waving her hand in front of her face. Satsuki stops behind this young woman, allows her suited belly to rest on her shoulders and is very pleased that there is not one single shudder of revulsion on her part. She nods towards the eldest member of the board, offering him a small smile before moving away and completing her circuit of the table.
Bracing herself as she stands in her usual dominating pose, she readies her speech. “My beloved coworkers, long have you toiled for the betterment of this company and for the restructuring of the world in the wake of Ragyo Kiryuin’s mad ambition. I stand here today to once again assert that I am not my mother. I enjoy life, love the complexities and foibles that make up the great mass of humanity we help clothe and those we will never interact with. My fortune is your fortune, my bounty your reward. I understand my appearance has been the subject of mockery in the business world, my old adage thrown back in my face. Pigs in human clothing. A fitting description of my body now, no? I wish to offer each of you a chance to show just what a group of pigs can do for the betterment of our lives, of our families lives, and the lives of every one of our customers!” She raised a fat arm then, motioning with obese digits for the other table behind to be uncovered. The cornucopia of food and the scents emanating from them banished her own foul odors from nearly every corner of the room. “Eat, make merry, gorge yourselves from this day onward and when your appetites are spent, when your very body requires the most expansive of our products, push beyond your limits and then return with fresh eyes to the pleasures your hard work has ensured and the continuation of said labors. EAT NOW AND SHOW THAT CLOTHING CANNOT HOLD HUMANITY EVER AGAIN!”
Nearly as one her board rose, some staying still, more of them making their way towards the spread Satsuki had provided, the woman pleased that the blond she had rested her gut on was the first to the table and the first to pile her plate as high as possible. Smiling warmly, she watched as the first of many began her path towards charting a new course for the REVOCS corporation and hopefully one that would lead towards a happier, safer, and far more peaceful humanity.

2. Outlaw Star

Suzuka glared down at the stubborn bit of flesh impeding her from fully putting on her recently expanded hakama. Sighing at the very notion of getting mad at a part of her own body, Suzuka instead let the ends of her belt go, belly hanging free. Closing her eyes, she began to meditate, letting go of the heavy body she had inhabited for the past year and a half, ignoring the craving for more of Aisha’s Ctarl-Ctarl delicacies, putting aside the self-recrimination at allowing herself to get soft, and finally putting aside the self as she flowed through the expanse of what her master had called the true path. Here she allowed herself to drift for a good half hour, her breathing calm, pulse steady, and mind sedate. Opening her dark eyes, she grabbed her bokken and began running through the katas her master had bestowed upon her.
One, two, three, Suzuka mentally counted as she cut a side-slash, then a riposte, and finally a double cut before returning to her neutral starting position. The chafing of her thighs brought mild annoyance, the sense of fatigue following not ten minutes later irked, but she paid those no mind as she continued her day’s training. A few hot blasts of flatulence tooted and squeaked their way into existence, joining the heady and dizzying foulness of Suzuka’s body odor but she ignored this too, turning the noises and stenches of her own body into a sparring partner. A cut along a fart’s invisible form, a wheel of her bokken, wrists turning the blade over and over again, flabby flesh embracing flabby flesh against  the oncoming wall of perspiration. The woman pushed herself off the ground with a mighty cry, the sensation of all her fat jostling and shaking as she fell back to the ground with a titanic blow, Suzuka finally ended her workout, a large tearing from the back of her hakama showing any and all her bare rear, coming to her ears.        
A whisper of motion to the left and rear is all the warning Suzuka gets before her friend ambushes her, Aisha reaching out with her hands for a big embrace. Suzuka dodges slightly, allowing the majority of Aisha’s hug to hit her. The strength, and weight, of Aisha causes the both of them to crash to the ground, Aisha on top.
“I got you Suzu!”
“Indeed you did and if your treats weren’t responsible for slowing my movements down you would never have succeeded.”
“Not my fault you’re letting yourself go!”
“Not entirely your fault you mean,” Suzuka replied, smiling at the sight of Aisha’s twitching eyebrows.
“It is so your fault! You’ve become a real pig, Suzu!”
“A pig you cuddle with at night.”
“Helps you’re so soft,” Aisha replied, getting to her feet and reaching out a hand to help Suzuka up. “Now I bet you’re starving, huh?”
“A fat woman hungry after a workout, who would have guessed?” Suzuka deadpanned.
“Just c’mon, Melfina’s cooking us up a feast!” Suzuka nodded at that and followed along with her friend towards the dining area of the Outlaw Star. As they entered, the swordswoman spotted the slightly chubby form of Melfina, the android’s fat, friendly face beaming at the pair of them. Suzuka gave thanks for the meal and Melfina’s cooking talents. The three feasted, the end of the meal punctuated with a massive fart, silencing Aisha’s exuberance at getting three whole lobsters to herself. Suzuka took in Melfina’s blushing face, the slight parting of her lips indicating she was about to be her honest, kind self.
“I am not apologizing for that,” Suzuka announced, ceding control to the gas within her and putting effort into forcing out a fart that eclipsed Melfinas. “Consider that a testament to your skills, Melfina, it usually takes quite the culinary talent to slip past the muscles of my bowels.”
“T-thank you,” Melfina replied, bowing a bit. Aisha, for her part, was laughing and chortling louder than her usual pleased self.
“Suzuka, you total pig you! I know what words to say now to call you to dinner! Soo-ee! Here, have the rest of my plate too. I wanna see if you can top what you just did!”
Suzuka sighed, shook her head at her friend’s wild personality, but did nothing to stop the wide smile taking over her face as she opened her mouth and let Aisha begin to feed her. She took note of just how much Aisha was shoving into her and calculated just how much of the dessert Melfina had no doubt prepared she needed to pay her closest friend back for the delight she was taking in racking up the tailor’s expenses she’d need to expand her hakama for the twenty fifth time since the end of Hazanko’s evil.

3. Black Lagoon

Revy swore as the sunlight stabbed into her half open eyes, the woman rolling over and basking in a loud fart that brought a pleased smile to her lips as she heard Rock coughing heavily. “Morning dipshit! That’s what you get for waking me up early!”
“It’s almost four in the afternoon.”
A fat hand had her lefthand gun cocked and aimed at Rock’s groin before the man realized the blob that was Revy’s left arm hadn’t just been quivering from the aftershock of her flatulence. “Keep telling me what time it is and say goodbye to your pecker. Now leave my fucking room!” She waited for the door to shut or his legs to push through the sea of discarded bullet magazines, stained clothes, and empty food cartons that made up the majority of her room, her bed no exception. Sitting up when she didn’t hear either noise, her multiple rolled gut squishing together as she moved, a raunchy burp flying from her lips, Revy glared. “Don’t tell me you get off on my fat ass. Because that’s clearly the only fucking reason you’re still in my room when I told you in plain English to scram. Now are you going to admit you’re a fucked up perv or am I letting my guns start talking in lead?”
“We both know you’re not going to shoot me. I’m just making sure you were still here. Last time you went on a bender you nearly got us kicked out of Roanapur. Plus Benny’s ordering pizza from New York again. I wanted to make sure you could put in your order.”
“Well I’m clearly just dandy, Rock, now get out of my room and next time you wake me up before I’m ready to get up you better have that shirt I bought you on so you can at least be buried in something with fucking class. Tell Benny he better get five supreme pies with extra meat or I’ll piss on his hard drives.”
“Understood and next time I’ll have the shirt on.” He left shortly after that, Revy eventually getting to her feet and shutting the blinds on her window, panting from how much effort it took to lift her arms up. Sitting back down on her bed, she fished around for a half day old carton of General Tso’s, sinking her teeth in and deciding that she’d go check in on Benny and Rock in nothing but her underwear. The looks on their faces would be fucking amazing, she thought to herself. Mind made up, Revy tossed the still halfway full carton back into the sea of trash and got to her feet. Scratching her ass, ignoring the stench from her stained panties, she made her way out of her apartment, but not before grabbing her gun holsters and securing both weapons.
Waddling down the hallway, Revy’s right eye twitched at the out of order sign on the elevator, opening her mouth and cursing so loud she was certain that chubby bitch Eda heard it in her fucking church.
Slob Drabbles 2
I own nothing in this story. I tried my best not to include any overt romantic or pure eating scenes in this set of drabbles. Let me know how I did.
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Claire Redfield offered her longtime friend a warm smile from across the booth the pair were sitting in.  It was a smile Moira Burton returned before idly tapping her fingers along the smooth surface of the table.
“So are we waiting to eat or what?” Claire asked.
“You're not gonna say anything? Barry, I mean Dad, didn't put you up to this? Because Mom's been on my ass to start working out more and then out of the blue you invite me to a buffet? There has to be more going on here.” Claire shook her head and took in the changed Moira Burton. Their shared experience on the island had given Moira a survivor's eyes, sharp and hard. The rest of her though, particularly around her face and what little Claire had managed to see of the young woman's stomach, had definitely softened. A ring of flesh around the outer edges of her face, cheeks round and full, Moira was certainly not the gangly young woman from the incident two years ago. Still, despite the sharpness of her gaze Claire detected a cry for assurance, much like the moments shortly after they escaped the prison and the young woman had needed her to give a slight push to show that she had what it took to survive.
She reached out a hand to stop the idle tapping, gently squeezing Moira's hand. “Let's eat, Moira.”

Moira felt her stomach churn under the load of carbs and high-calorie crud she'd shoved past her lips for the past hour, pressing firmly into her stomach and grateful that she'd undone the button on her shorts. “BURURRAAAAP! Ah, damn, that feels so fucking good!” She smiled at the release of pressure and stared at Claire. “Didn't know you had it in you, old lady!”
Claire sent a mock glare her way and hunched over a bit, rubbing her taut stomach. “Ugh...guess I can still eat like a teenager.”
“I'm twenty one, thank you very much. Now think you still have room for dessert?” Moira smirked as Claire's face turned a tad pale but she was surprised when her former boss nodded her head firmly.
“Bring it on.”

Claire burped with her lips closed, tasting the remains of dessert and about five or six plates worth of buffet junk in the hot vapors that coated the inside of her mouth as she unlocked the door to her apartment. The things I do for the people in my life, Claire thought to herself, sitting down on the couch and doing her best to aid her overtaxed middle with a few soothing rubs of her left palm. Sighing, she looked up at the ceiling and wondered how Sherry would react to this reassuring Moira diet. She'd never made any bad comments to the bits of cellulite and leftover holiday pounds that had crept up on her over the years yet her blond lover never said anything about when they vanished either after a few months in the gym. Pressing down, Claire vented out her rear, her stench wafting around her as she waited for Sherry to get home, closing her eyes and very grateful that she had chosen a pair of pants without any buttons or clasps to undo.
Several hours later, Claire was gently shook awake, the woman looking into the familiar eyes of Sherry Birkin. “Hey you,” Sherry murmured.
“Hey, I'm glad you're home.”
“Me too, but do you mind if I crack a window open, it kind of stinks.” Claire blushed at that but nodded, a slight tremor from her stomach suddenly turning into another gust of flatulence, warming the edges of Claire's rear and rising up to foul the atmosphere of the apartment even more. “What's this all about Claire?”
Claire explained, cracking the window forgotten about, Sherry's hands at first wringing together slightly and then her right gently running along Claire's exposed middle, the other sifting through red hair. “That's what this is about. I'm not going to be the woman you fell in love with for very much longer as I keep this up. I understand if you don't want to live with a chubby gasbag anymore- Sherry was suddenly kissing her, tongue parting her surprised lips easily.
“I'll stay. I'll stay and I'll help. I always did want to take up cooking and now I have the perfect taste-tester!”
“You won't be bothered by me getting larger?”
“Fatter, Claire, you're going to be getting fatter. Why would I be bothered? I love you, Claire, fat or lithe; smelly or not. So are you sure you're going to do this?”
Claire nodded. “Until I feel Moira's finally happy.” Sherry resumed kissing her, Claire now returning the kiss, both gasping for air as they parted. “I think I've got room for more, if we still have that ice cream left in the freezer.” She'd never seen the particular gleam in Sherry's eyes, or heard her girlfriend squeal with glee quite like now as she scooted off her and ran towards the kitchen. But as she saw and heard both, Claire decided she'd made the right choice.

Moira grunted heavily as she managed to get herself into a sitting position on her bed, the carpet in her room cool on her feet as she put them both flat on the ground. She looked down at the pale apron of a gut she called her stomach, hands going to the bare skin jiggling more and more each day. Kneading it, Moira smirked at the gurgling roar that escaped her gut, shoving herself to a standing position. Her pores broke under a wave of perspiration, her natural odor joining the frequent flatulence and belching habits she'd developed  in the nearly two months since Claire's impromptu buffet session.
She took a deep whiff of the air, cringing a bit but not totally overwhelmed by her own stench. Compared to the crazy BOW's she'd run across on the island, her stink was small time. Taking a few tentative steps outside the bedroom, thighs pressing, more like sagging against one another, she quickened the pace as she thought about just how much food remained in her fridge. The thought sent both a shiver of slight annoyance and anticipation. She hadn't set out to become this fat woman in the weeks and months since returning to civilization with her dad and Claire but then had come her first welcome back dinner with her family. The sensation of glutting herself and the approval from her family at doing so drove her on that evening to gorge. Then had come finding a new place to live and to start over after her life had been derailed by the machinations of a madwoman. The funds Terra Save provided for mental and physical torment were plenty and she had enough stowed away to ensure she was comfortable for the rest of her life. After the hustle and bustle of finding a place, she found nothing to do but sit around and indulge the appetite she'd discovered. An appetite that roared as she approached the fridge. Opening it, blinded a bit by the light, Moira reached out with tubby digits for the first item she could find. Meeting something solid, she pulled out a bag of leftover fast food.
The first burger tasted divine and was gone in four bites, bits of congealed ketchup and cold cheese falling from her mouth as she munched away. The bits scattered across the bare breasts, a few staying but most falling off, sliding down her gut. Most ended up wedged between her brown-stained panties, rubbing against her skin as she reached down in the bag for cold fries and another burger.
Ketchup and mustard stained her mouth as Moira shoved as much of the next burger as she could into her maw. Fries met their end between her teeth and she grunted, snorting a bit as she swallowed a large lump of cold food, forcing herself to swallow as fast as she could. URRRRUM! She pounded her chest a few times, opening her mouth to spray out more bits of chewed food and a jet of hot air. She looked deeper into the fridge, eyes gleaming as she spied some cake in the very back. Reaching past the bags and bits of half-eaten treats, Moira got on her knees, her rear causing her extra large panties to sink down, exposing the middle of her butt-crack to the kitchen air. “C'mere you fucking cake! There!” Moira beamed as she stared at her prize, holding chunks of the cake in both hands, the scattered entrails of the rest of it smudging along the rails of the fridge shelving.
Bringing her hands up, she took as big a bite as she could. A gusty PRRRUURMFPH blasted from her rear as she finished with one hand, licking along her right palm to lap up what crumbs remained. The left hand wasn't far behind and soon enough her hands were stained with chocolate crumbs, frosting, and bits of lukewarm ice cream that had made up the cake's innards. Moira sank down onto her butt, not caring that she was smearing it with cake crumbs, blots of ketchup and mustard, or the bits of cold fries she had devoured most of. What she did care about was the bottom level of the fridge and the three large boxes of pizza just waiting for her to reach out and grab. Her smile widened as she remembered that two of those boxes were full.
An hour later, at two in the morning, Moira Burton waddled her way back into bed, staining her sheets with the remains of her midnight snack. She was stuffed, barely managing to get the sheets around the majority of her body before the first massive fart made its presence known. Moira groaned and pulled the covers over her head, breathing deeply of her own stink as a few more bouts of flatulence roared into being and finally fell asleep, the sweat cooling on her nearly nude body as her odors lulled her into a content slumber.

Claire lumbered into the kitchen, a bit pleased at the rattling her heavy footsteps caused the plate and mug Sherry had set out along with the list for that day. The list had been Claire's idea, partly because she didn't want Sherry constantly at her beck and call cooking up a storm. So she gave Sherry a list of her favorite foods and Sherry came up with a course of delectable items for Claire to eat by the time her blond lover came home. As Claire waddled to the fridge, she took in the massive, hazy, reflection in the stainless steel door.
The expansive love-handles that were causing even her largest pair of XL sweatpants to tighten up whenever she so much as moved a leg, the rear end that was devouring panties about as fast as she could clear a plate, the latest panties she had on the largest size before she'd have to get her underthings custom-made. Her stomach, once a smooth, dome-like mound of flesh was now breaking up like Pangaea; three rolls with each overtaking the one above it. Her breasts, two mounds that were almost like mini-guts of their own, sagging into apronesque piles. Finally she stopped at her face, knowing the reflection's blur mirrored her steady gaze, peering from a cocoon of fat that made up her cheeks and two chins that she now had. She was certain there was some chocolate sauce around her lips from the dipped strawberries Sherry had fed her a couple nights ago. A few light pants escaped her lips as she raised an arm towards the fridge and pulled out the first covered meal.
Carrying the food back towards the table, Claire opened it and found the first dish on the list: Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken in the noodles and sauce. She picked up her fork and swirled a hefty chunk of the pasta in a few turns of her wrist, bringing the cold, dripping mass of food to her lips. Opening her mouth wide, Claire shoved the majority of the noodles into her mouth, chewing roughly, gobs of sauce falling to stain around her breasts, trails going down from there to land on her stomach. The taste was incredible, her Sherry now so much better at cooking than the first meals had been just under four months ago. Claire moaned in pleasure as she filled herself with the first meal, the pasta sating her appetite but not her hunger. She was sweating more now, the perspiration dripping from her like the alfredo sauce from her breasts. Her stink fouled the air as she let loose a few bursts of gas from her butt, inhaling deeply.
Once she'd had her fill of her own stink, Claire got to her feet and pulled out the rest of the list,  taking a few trips. By the time she had it all out, the woman opted to combine everything Sherry had made into one giant combination, tossing the fork aside. She considered what she was about to do. The months of pigging out, lack of exercise, of forgoing showers, baths, shaving, and brushing her teeth had all let to this. She had started this for Moira, Claire had told herself, but as the months had gone on, as Sherry had shown appreciation for her growing form and all her various smells, at the way her body hair had started to grow in great patches in her armpits and along her legs, she realized that she was doing this for herself and for Sherry. She'd barely spoken to Moira in all this time and hadn't even seen the young woman. There was just eating, making love to Sherry, stinking up the house with her gas, and sleeping. Gaze still calm as she looked down at her obese figure, at the sauce stains, at the treasure trail just below her belly button, and the pores that secreted her foul body odor along every inch of her, Claire made her decision.
Opening her mouth, she lowered her face into the mound of food and started chewing, grunting and snorting a bit as she picked up the pace. There were burgers, fries, Brussels sprouts, salmon, baked beans, bread rolls, and half a pecan pie topped with half melted chocolate ice cream. Claire didn't take her time, didn't savor the meals as she downed bit after bit of them. Her second chin was coated in a mishmash of sauces and chunks of food, outdoing the earlier stains of chocolate and alfredo sauce. Her face was red, her heart pumping wildly as she drove herself to eat all of the food, not caring about the mess she made as she shoved her body further against the table. In her frenzy, she caused the plate to move with her face as it was buried in the stuff, requiring more shoving. Her often-worn, seldom-washed panties, stained with flecks of yellow in front and brown in back, rode down her rear, showing off her cavernous butt-crack as Claire groaned at the taste of all the foods, a rumble from her guts becoming a deep PBBBRAAFFFFFFFFT of sound that made the youngest Redfield moan with desire.
She was a fat slob, a total pig, and growing in a way she'd never considered before. But now that she was here, she didn't want it to stop and she couldn't wait for Sherry to get back so she could tell her all about her new self-image.

Sherry arrived home a little after two, careful not to make a sound as she made her way towards the bedroom. But the foul stench coming from the kitchen, a stench she'd come to recognize as Claire, drew her steps that way instead. Once inside, she smiled warmly at the sight before her. Her Claire, passed out on an empty plate, drool escaping her food-stained lips as a trumpet of flatulence came into being shortly afterward. Approaching her slumbering lover, Sherry noticed every bit of food she'd cooked was gone. Gently shaking Claire, Sherry found herself covered in a few stray flecks of spit and some crumbs from her girlfriend's massive meal. But her smile never wavered. “Hey Claire.” A grunt was Claire's response. “Enjoy the food?”
“Yesh,” Claire replied. “Made me realize I'm gonna get so big and fat Sherry. It's not for Moira anymore but for me. Sound good?”
“Sounds great, now let's get you to bed, okay?”
“'Kay...” Sherry pulled with all her might, with minimal help from her still lethargic lover, but eventually managing to get her to her feet. Helping her along as they made their way to the bedroom, Sherry took in Claire's BO and the other smells her overtaxed digestive system poured out. She was pretty sure half her shirt was coated in Claire's sweat by the time they made it to bed. Sherry considered changing out of them but Claire was hugging her too tightly, the opportunity wasn't going to present itself, unless she wanted to wake Claire up again. So Sherry closed her eyes, smile faltering a bit as a tiny toot of gas left her rear, a result of the fast food, donuts, and coffee that had made up her meals today at the office. At least no one was awake to hear it, she decided, her last thought being if Claire had heard it at all and what her reaction would be if she did.

Claire found the cool evening air a bit pleasant against her sweaty figure, but a larger part of her found it unnerving. She wasn't used to fresh air much these days. Her retirement from Terra Save and subsequent settlement money, accepted only after the evening Sherry helped her back into bed, ensured that she'd be wanting for nothing anymore. Claire could just hear the thrum of Sherry's car engine as she drove away, the youngest Redfield turning her attention back to the house she'd be staying in for the weekend.
Moira had chosen a simple, cozy-looking house with no extra stories. The outside was painted a lovely shade of robin's egg blue and Claire found herself thinking of Sherry's eyes and the way they'd brighten up after she watched her unleash a massive fart, plow through a buffet aisle's worth of food, or ripped another pair of custom-made clothes. Which reminded Claire about the precarious nature of the clothing she'd chosen for the visit. The strain her obese body was causing the back of her pants and the  front of the shirt became obvious to her a day ago but she was also in the middle of lunch at the time so she paid it no mind. The mustard stain along the right shoulder of the red fabric and the barbeque sauce marring the lower right of the brown khaki's stood out but Claire had a feeling Moira wouldn't care. The angel on the front of her shirt, armor clad and carrying a battleaxe, was also coated in a mixture of dried sweat, drool, and some brownish/blue mixture that she couldn't be bothered to remember exactly what food it had come from. Putting one foot in front of the other, she waddled her way towards the front door and rang the doorbell.  
Thirty minutes later the door opened and Claire couldn't help but gape at the sight of Moira Burton. The older woman was certain Moira had more belly and chest than she did and that was saying something these days. All of her front-facing flab hung downwards like a taut bungee cord, jiggling a bit as she jostled forwards just a bit. Moira's face was no exception, as it flowed downward like water down the side of a rock, her brown eyes radiating pride and confidence as she looked into Claire's own. “Damn Claire, I think you're a bigger fat ass than me!”
“With more cellulite too, though you'll definitely be catching up on that front as you age,” Claire replied, noting Moira's skin, aside from a few red rashes and pimples here and there, was nearly as clear as Sherry's.
“We'll have to compare in a few years then now come in! But first, close your eyes and say ah!” Claire did so, embracing the tingling feeling that started at the base of her spine and was very pleased as a salty, deep-fried chunk of fast food was shoved into her mouth. There was chicken, melted cheese, and bacon in the meal, Claire letting loose a low moan at the taste. “Thanks for that, I've been having nothing but home-cooked meals for days and while it's good, I really needed this weekend.” Moira nodded and waddled ahead, giving Claire a peek at her rear end and the heavy brown stain visible through the XXL blue jeans she was wearing.
“Bitching shirt, by the way,” Moira said, drawing Claire's attention away from the back fat in front of her was starting to match Moira's belly in drooping.
“Yeah, I figured it was time to let it out of the closet. I have a few more like it, so if you want to borrow any, let me know.”
“Alright, now just...huff...through the hallway here and ta-da!” Moira gestured towards the living room, facing Claire and looking for her reaction. Again, Claire could only gape. Piles of fast food bags, just waiting to be torn through. Boxes of pizza, Chinese, and fried chicken. Gallons of soda in plastic containers and even a few massive growlers with her favorite beer judging by the labels. The sheer amount of the spread before her caused a little bit of the pleased grin that followed her processing of everything she was going to stuff herself with for the next couple days before her eyes. But it was the stench wafting from Moira's body, the smell so different but still just as bad as her own funk; a scent that had permeated every bit of the house and banished the tendrils of warm food from sinking deeply into her nostrils that sealed the intensity of her grin.
“Let's get started!”

Moira couldn't believe her eyes. Sure, she had known Claire had an appetite on her back at the buffet but the strong-willed woman there and the blob of fat waddling as fast as she could towards the food was something else entirely. Claire's ass was the first thing Moira noticed as she stared, the bulbous mass jostling and quivering as its owner moved as fast as she could. It was a wonder Claire could even move with an ass that big. How she found clothes to fit it was also quite something, as Moira continued to stare. Claire's love-handles were droopy, sack-like gobs slathered in sweat and overpowered her own stink. A stink she was damn proud of, but Claire's BO was really quite incredible. A huge fart ripped from that massive ass as Claire dove into a few bags, the stench making Moira cough a bit and then wheeze as she moved beside her friend. Their bodies squished a bit as she grabbed a burger just out of reach of Claire's tubby left hand, eating most of it in two bites, earning herself one of Claire's stern glares.
“I was going to eat that one!”
“Well tough shit, Claire, I got it first. Besides, looks like you need a diet.” Bits of burger flew from Moira's lips as she spoke, landing here and there on Claire's body and giving the younger woman a prime view of Claire's breasts. They looked like little stomachs and were her eyes shitting with her or were they hardening as she grabbed a handful of fried rice and shoved it into her mouth? Moira decided not to focus on that little observation and went back to eating, occasionally taking glances at Claire's face and the three chins she had. Moira preferred the single loop of fat around the lower half of her face, but Claire definitely rocked the extra chins, especially while she was eating.
She returned her attention to her own hunger as her stomach roiled and she shoved a few hot dogs and another two burgers into her mouth before looking at Claire again. Her friend's stomach was causing the lowermost part of her shirt to ride up, peeking out like Nat did when they had played hide and seek three weeks ago at Dad's house. Then a second, smaller roll poked out as Claire lifted a growler to her lips. GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! Moira watched the fat around Claire's throat bulge as she swallowed, spying a few coarse dark red hairs sticking out in tiny patches along the top and bottom of the alcohol's journey. Speaking of hair, Moira saw even more as Claire raised an arm to pound a fist into her stomach, a guttural belch eclipsing the volume of her previous fart. The sight made Moira want to stop shaving so much. Well, at least less than the two times in eight weeks she was currently at. Was that a piece of dried cake in the forest of armpit hair Claire was sporting? Again, Moira looked away and focused on the food. Pretty soon she couldn't give a damn if Claire's ass was ripping through her khaki's or not because she'd eaten one and a half meat-lovers with extra cheese, marinara and grease ringing around her lips as she gobbled up another slice. Grabbing a liter of soda, she pounded it back, loving the feeling of filling up but knowing she was far from fucking full as half the bottle vanished into her belly. “BURRRRRAPPPPPPPPP! Ahhh, man that's good!” Claire didn't respond and judging by the light snorts and heavy grunting she was doing, the older woman was far too involved in eating to care. Moira just smirked at the sight of Claire now almost on all fours and burying her face in a pile of nachos, chomping away, and decided that maybe eating like the pig she was wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Claire woke up with a snort and a sharp inhale of breath that became a wheeze as she staggered to her feet. A feat that took a couple minutes and a lot of rocking back and forth but she managed, panting heavily while looking down at the upper and middle parts of her food, sauce, and crumb-stained belly. “Huff...hgn...that was...Moira...oh my God, Moira!” A squeak of a fart answered her as Moira swore under her breath and got to her feet in eight minutes showing off a torn shirt and ketchup/cheese splatter combo on her bare gut.
“Calm your tits Claire, what's the big...damn!” Claire nodded at Moira's exclamation and looked again at the food and drink from last night and the whole lot of it gone. Now there was just empty bags, boxes, metal, and plastic. She moved her hand to her stomach, kneading the two rolls she could see and shivered at the thought of all the food she'd gorged on. Would she get another roll because of this? A slight breeze on her butt told her that her khaki's were a lost cause and that brought a giddy grin to her face. “Yeah, we're damn awesome for eating all that but...oh man URRRRRAAP! We have a problem.”
“This was all the food you had for the weekend, right?” Claire retained her calm demeanor, even as she blasted out a fart that caused both her butt-cheeks to wobble violently, trying to focus on the facts because even though she'd surpassed her capacity record and binge eating record in one night, she knew she was going to be starving in a couple hours.
“No, I've got enough to last the weekend, the only problem is I had Dad and Polly put it in the pantry/freezer.”
“So we go get it,” Claire replied, inhaling her flatulence from earlier and curling her toes at the smell.
“Did I mention the really good stuff's on the top of the shelf for both the fridge and pantry? And that Dad and Polly had to use a stepladder to put it away? You and I aren't going to be able to pull our fat asses up to grab anything up there.”
“So we use a broom to knock it down.”
“I don't have a broom Claire, I'm not Suzy Fucking Homemaker. It's a real shame too, because there's deep fried bacon corn-dogs and all kinds of other stuff. Dad knows a guy who comes up with the tastiest shit from the fair and I got a mother lode. But we'll just have to eat the other stuff I got.” Claire moved forward, gut bumping into Moira's, sweaty flesh against sweaty flesh as the feast from last night manifested itself in a gurgling roar as Claire opened her mouth to talk.
“URAAAAP! We're going to get that food and we're going to eat it. Got it?” Moira nodded, though compared their sizes and realized that Claire was larger than her, gulping a bit but soon enough Claire was looking at her, eyes radiating purpose and comfort. “You can do this, Moira. We can do this. You trust me, right?”
“Of course Claire but can we maybe take a nap first? I've gotta digest?”
“Good idea.”
A couple of hours later, Moira opened the door to the pantry, Claire waddling in shortly afterward and taking stock of the situation. She saw the fridge, turned on the light, and noticed the top shelf. She couldn't reach it even standing on her toes. Opening the fridge, see spied a similar daunting height but also the corn-dogs Moira had mentioned. Claire licked her lips at the sight and stood on her toes. Luckily, like the rest of her, her toes were coated in fat and though it was causing her a slight cramp up her legs, Claire grabbed what she could from the fridge. Handing it to Moira, who tossed it out of the pantry, Claire sighed, wiping some sweat from her forehead. “Lift your leg as high as you can.” Moira did so and Claire judged the height, nodding her head as she opened the fridge door as far as she could. “I'm going to get on all fours and you're going to step on my back. You should be able to reach it from there.”
“I'm going to break your back!”
“You can do this, Moira. Don't worry about me, just get as much food down as you can.” Moira nodded and waddled forward, watching as Claire got on all fours, the older woman's limbs quivering as she struggled to hold her self up. How the hell was she going to support her on her back too? But Moira did as she was asked, raising her leg up and placing a bare foot firmly onto Claire's back. It was like walking on sand as the flab engulfed her foot and Moira stepped as lightly as she could upwards, placing her other foot down. She could hear Claire's panting, as she grabbed from the top shelf, willing her limbs to move faster as she pulled down everything possible. She heard a few boxes land on Claire and few trumpets of gas fly from both of Claire's ends until she took a wrong step and ended up tumbling to the ground, heart pounding, pulse racing. Sweat raced out of her now as she looked around for Claire or any signs of a broken bone or sprained ankle. But she could only make out Claire's ass in front of her as her overworked body pumped out a fart. Oddly enough, the gas seemed to be sticking to her ass and pulsing a little. Suddenly, she realized what the pulsing heat actually was and she rolled as fast as she could off of Claire's face.

PPPPPPFFFFFFRRRRAAAPPPP! Claire coughed mightily as the fart brought her back to consciousness, driving the stink deep into her lungs and she burped a bit of that funk back up, panting as Moira's rear rolled off her face. “Ugh...huff....huff...hgn...hgngh...M-Moira?” Moira's flatulence tasted as foul as it smelled but there was something quite enjoyable about being covered and let loose on. For a moment she thought about Sherry doing this to her and her whole spine tingled but suddenly Moira's fat red face was in front of her eyes.
“Oh my God, Claire, I'm so sorry! I fucked up, I really, really did, I didn't mean too! I know we're both such pigs now but that doesn't mean I can fart in your fucking face! I- Claire shut Moira off by placing her palm over her lips, eyes darting around a bit as she reorientated herself.
“Don't apologize. Sure your farts smell worse than your BO but Moira, you did it!” Moira looked around with her palm still on her lips, Claire removing it and let the younger woman bask in their victory.
“Hell yeah! But Claire, we still have the pantry shelf and I don't think your back can take my blobby ass standing on it again.”
“Moira, your fall knocked everything down. I know you don't clean up but I do think the floor was cleaner than this when we walked in here. Now I don't know about you but I think some bacon corn-dogs are just what the doctor ordered.” Moira nodded, smiling as she got to her feet, grabbing Claire's fat hand and pulling her up as well. Claire grabbed the box of corn-dogs while Moira snagged a few other bits of junk food and a bag of pork rinds for good measure, the older woman leaving the pantry first and letting Moira take a moment alone to gaze around at what the pair had accomplished, obese bodies and all.

In a few minutes, Claire would be going home. Sherry was on her way and Moira couldn't help but tear up a bit. “I had a lot of fun. Next time though, you're hosting, okay?” Claire nodded, Moira darting forward as fast as she could and hugging as tightly as possible. “Good and thanks for spending the weekend here.”
“Of course Moira, but before I leave there's something I want to do first.” A moment later, Moira's on her back, Claire's gigantic ass covering her face and a hurricane of a fart is roaring past her lips and soaking into her hair. Moira's heart's pounding, a few squeaks of her own gas popping into life but it can't compare to what her face is undergoing. When Claire removes her ass from her face, Moira's hair is mussed up and she's panting heavily.
“Holy shit...that was...that was-
“Good for you, wasn't it? A little payback for yesterday in the pantry. Now really thanks Moira.” A honking sound came from outside and Claire helped her to her feet. Moira can just nod, hugging Claire again as she waddles out the front door, khaki's held together by a chain Moira had lying around from her punk teenage years, the angel on Claire's shirt torn a bit owing to Claire's gut having burst through last night. Still, Moira doesn't watch Claire get into the car. Instead she shuts her door and decides that she's going to give herself a lot more dutch ovens from now on and that she's totally going to stop shaving once and for all.

It's not Sherry that picks Claire up and the sight of her sister-in-law without her brother makes Claire's heart pound for an entirely different reason than exhaustion or arousal. “Is Chris okay? Sherry?!”
“They're both fine, Claire. Sherry called me Friday night to pick you up. Says she's working on a present for you,” Jill Redfield replied, offering her a warm smile.
“Good and I'm going to apologize in advance for any farts or burps I let loose while I'm in your car.”
“Trust me, after Raccoon City you smell like flowers. Now are you still happy living like this? Because Chris thinks this is just a phase.”
“I am,” Claire replied, thinking about how grossly fat she was, about her various smells, and the  arousal she felt every time she managed to eat just a little bit more, how Sherry's eyes would light up at the sight of her naked body. “I really am.”
“I can see it. You and Chris get that same goofy grin on your face when you're totally happy. I admit I can get part of why you're doing it. I put on some pounds after Africa and didn't really leave the house much.”
“Chris get on your case?”
“No,” Jill replied, ignoring the crackle of a fart Claire did her best to hold in. “As long as you're happy Claire, that's good enough for me and I know Chris thinks the same, even if he doesn't act like it sometimes.”
“Thanks. How big did you end up getting, if you don't mind me asking?”
“Just a pot belly. Popped the button on some jeans though,” Jill replied, idly running a hand along her flat stomach.
“I think Sherry baked me a cake when I first did that. Anyway, thanks for the ride Jill,” Claire said as her loft apartment came into view.
“Of course Claire. Need any help getting out of the car?” Claire shook her head, getting to her feet after a minute and made her way towards the private elevator she'd had installed a few months ago, turning to wave at Jill. Jill waved back before driving away, hand again going to her stomach. The sight made Claire smile a little as she reminded herself to tell Sherry to bring some of that cheesecake Jill loved so much at their next family dinner. The look in Jill's eyes made Claire think her sister-in-law might be eating for two these days and if her hunch was wrong then maybe she could talk her into waddling in the fat lane with herself and Moira.
But soon enough her thoughts returned to Sherry and she wished the elevator could go faster. Finally the doors opened and Claire noticed that something was off about the apartment. Normally Sherry kept everything clean when she was around. But those were definitely pizza boxes on the floor and she couldn't help but see the candy bar wrappers, beer, and soda cans strewn about. Following the trail, Claire's nostrils flared. That was body odor, ripe, unwashed, and wafting through the air like her own waddling pace these days. Moving faster, she rounded the corner towards the living room, eyes widening at what she saw.
Sherry was on the couch, sporting a taut gut that was reddening by the minute. She smiled warmly at Claire before her lips formed an O as she belched. “URRRRRAPPPPP! H-hey, honey...surprise!” Claire approached her supine lover and trailed a few fat digits along Sherry's orb-esque belly. “Is this okay?”
“As long as it's something you want to do honey and not something I pressured you into.” Sherry shook her head, a loud toot rippling from her butt. Claire noticed stains all over Sherry's clothes, clothes that had belonged to Claire once upon a time before she'd truly set herself on this obese path. Even then her clothes dwarfed Sherry but Claire beamed as she saw her Sherry's stuffed stomach causing it to ride up just a tad.
“I want to get big, Claire, and I want to smell worse than you do.”
“That's going to take awhile.”
“Good thing I resigned from the agency.” Claire's kissing her then, bad breath and all, marveling again at Sherry's distinct stench. So different from her own and Moira's.
“I'm happy for you but Sherry...”
“You feeling a bit gassy?”
“I'd say more than a bit. Why?”
“Let's get you to bed. There's something I want to try with you.” Claire helped Sherry to her feet, the blond cradling her stuffed middle, steps a bit unsteady as she murmured about not really getting up from the couch except to use the bathroom or get something to eat. “That's okay. I'll support you. Just try and hold in any farts, okay?”
“Okay,” Sherry replied, spine tingling all over as Claire's body odor engulfed her nostrils once again.
They Come In Lard Size
A weight gain/slob fic dedicated to SICstories. I own nothing in this story and all characters belong to Capcom.
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(Contains: nudity, sexual themes and ideologically sensitive material)
Helena Harper let out a weary sigh from her position on the hospital bed. Her partner motioned towards the official orders she'd tossed to the side. She'd been injured on their latest mission, pushing Leon out of the way of a Hunter/Licker hybrid's claws and earning herself a nasty laceration in the process.

“A sabbatical, really?”

“That's what it says. I don't really get why you insist on throwing yourself into another mission. Even Chris isn't like that these days.”

“Well he has Jill and a sister. I don't have a family.”

“You have me, Sherry, Chris, Hunnigan, and Jake. Plus, I don't want to see you become obsessed with this fight.”

“Is this where you offer to be my live-in nurse?”

Leon chuckled at that, gently laying a hand on Helena's shoulder. “As much as I'd like to, I've asked Sherry to take care of you. That doesn't mean you won't be seeing me, but she insisted after hearing how focused you've been on the job.”

Helena sighed again, but gave Leon a smile and picked up her orders to rest for up to a year, signing off on them and then handing them back to the man she had helped save the world with.

“If I get fat, I'm laying it all at your feet,” Helena muttered after a few quiet moments.

“Whatever you say,” Leon replied, giving Helena a quick hug and soon taking his leave.


A day later, Helena arrived back home at her apartment, only to find that someone had cleaned up the place. Gone where the discarded beer bottles and takeout boxes, the clothes she sometimes tossed about before going to bed. A blond head soon poked it's way out from the kitchen, a gentle smile beaming at Helena.

“Welcome back! Make yourself comfortable and I'll have this steak to you in a bit!”

Helena blinked a bit at the enthusiasm Sherry had in her voice before sitting down and nodding.

“Thanks and also thanks for agreeing to take care of me, though I'm pretty much all healed up.”

“Pretty much isn't fully healed Helena, and don't thank me. You saved Leon's life, not to mention what you did for Jake and I back in China. Just think of me as your live-in maid for the rest of your sabbatical!”

Twenty minutes later, Helena's dark brown eyes widened at the two large steaks on her plate, complete with a bevy of fries and a large chocolate milkshake, obviously home-made.

“All this is for me?”

Sherry nodded, all smiles as she plopped down next to Helena. “Of course! It's a welcome home feast.”

Helena nodded a bit in return and tucked in to her meal, a pleased Sherry clapping her hands as she finished off first one, then the second steak. At this, Helena was starting to feel quite full, her stomach taut and rounded out a bit, but she couldn't refuse the rest of the meal that was still on her plate.

So, masking her fullness as best she could, Helena finished off the fries and washed the whole lot of food down with several mighty gulps of the shake. Once that was finished, Helena set the empty cup down and placed both hands on her truly stuffed middle.

“Oph...that was...delicious, Sherry...”

Sherry beamed and patted Helena's gut rather hard, a deep, rumbling belch escaping the stuffed agent's mouth, causing Helena to blush.

“No problem, Helena.”

Helena, too stuffed to really reply, just nodded and closed her eyes.


Sherry smirked as she noticed Helena fall completely into a deep sleep. The appetite stimulants she'd placed into the steak, to say nothing of the additives she'd ground into the shake and fries, would set Helena on the path Leon, with Hunnigan's assistance, had laid out for her.

All were far more concerned for Helena than they let her know. After all, the woman had completed twelve missions already and it wasn't even May yet. Each mission, Helena had pushed herself, every BOW she put down seeming to just spur her on up until this latest incident with Leon. During Helena's recent hospital stay, the doctors had confided in Leon and Hunnigan how dangerous it was for Helena to keep pushing herself like this.

The higher-ups were easily swayed by Hunnigan to give Helena this sabbatical and Leon had contacted Sherry to serve as her caretaker, a position to which she accepted. She had wanted a break as well, Jake off doing some soul-searching and it also gave her an opportunity to pay back Helena for all that she'd done for the two of them.

A deep fart issued forth from Helena's rear shook Sherry from her thoughts, the blond pumping her fist in the air.

It was the signal she'd been waiting for, a confirmation that what she'd given to Helena had taken their hold.

“I'm going to make sure you won't be endangering yourself anymore, Helena,” Sherry whispered, placing a kiss on her friend's digesting middle.

Her blue eyes gleamed as she thought of how big Helena was going to be. Sure there would be issues going ahead when Helena struggled to adjust to her new life and the fallout when she realized how she'd been manipulated by her friends, but that was in the future. For now, all Sherry focused on was the lingering stench of Helena's flatulence and the roundness of her friend's middle.



Helena instantly stiffened as she heard the rip of her black jeans, feeling the cool air in the room against her now bare rear.

Sherry, for her part, didn't mention the incident as lunch rolled around, Helena's eyes gleaming as she took in the spread the older woman had prepared for her.

“I ripped through my largest pair of pants today,” Helena said between bites.

“Well I'll place an order for some larger ones then, just let me know what size.”

Helena nodded, blushing a bit after a mighty fart rang out. “S-sorry about that-” but Sherry cut her off with a large eclair placed in her mouth.

“Don't worry about it, it happens.” Sherry then forced a tiny toot out, causing Helena to chuckle after she'd chewed the sweet pastry.

“If you say so. Have anymore of those donuts?”

Sherry smiled, placing several more in front of her friend and noting the big pot belly Helena had developed. It had been a month since she'd started her sabbatical and the pot belly was joined by an even larger rear end, thighs that were almost touching, and an adorable, in Sherry's opinion, chubby face.

Everything was going smoothly, Sherry thought, attention soon returning fully to Helena as the agent groaned a bit.

“Think I overdid it again, mind not making so much next time?”

“Can do but you look pretty bloated, want a belly rub?”

Helena nodded, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes as Sherry's fingers kneaded out some belches and eased the ache from her truly full middle.


A month later and Helena had gone from just chubby to definitely fat. The extra weight had mostly gone to her rear end but, as Hunnigan noted, a fair bit had increased her bust as well, the analyst blushing heavily as Helena leaned forward a bit to grab a bit more of the rich lasagna Sherry had made for their lunch together.

Hunnigan, for her part, ate carefully, all manners as she stared at Helena making a pig of herself. The recovering agent let loose a hearty fart after swallowing a huge mouthful, not apologizing at all.
“So you're obviously better, huh?” Hunnigan said, not bringing attention to how rank Helena's farts now smelled, smiling widely.

“Yeah, but I'm not fully healed.”

“Well you look much better than you did in that hospital bed.”

“I don't think I could fit in that hospital bed anymore,” Helena replied, patting her big gut.

“Oh nonsense, you're still in great shape.”

Helena rolled her eyes at that, panting a bit as she leaned forward to grab the fork and finish off her second slab of lasagna Hunnigan grabbed it first, spearing a big chunk and bringing it to the edge of Helena's lips.

Helena blushed at the gleam in Hunnigan's eyes, a gleam she'd spotted the woman having on more than one occasion in their interactions with each other after China. She'd never entertained the notion of exploring what that gleam could lead to but she was on vacation. Vacations changed things.

So, blush still lighting up her round face, Helena opened her lips and let Hunnigan feed her.

After the lasagna was nothing but memory, Helena let loose a few belches, the last one causing a few buttons to fly off her white shirt and her gut to burst free from their garment shackles.

“Oh my,” Hunnigan murmured, a hand trembling a bit as she placed it on Helena's prodigious middle. “Can I?”

“Please do,” Helena replied, placing her own hand over Hunnigan's as the analyst started to rub her gut.

From the kitchen, Sherry beamed as she spied the two kissing, her grin turning into a gape as she watched Helena's cheeks bulge and a belch enter Hunnigan's mouth as they were making out.

But Hunnigan surprised both of them by laughing and ruffling Helena's hair, draping herself around a blushing Helena, Sherry darting back into the kitchen to get started on dessert for the two.


Leon smirked as he walked through the door of Helena's apartment, finding Helena laid out on the couch, feet propped up as one chubby hand brought a fist filled with chips to her mouth. Nosily chewing, the once fit and focused agent let loose a rumbling fart before she spied Leon.

“Looks like you're enjoying your vacation.”

Helena nodded, not blushing even as another bout of flatulence trumpeted from her bowels. “You can thank Sherry, she's taken very good care of me. Something I'm sure you all had a part in.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it takes some serious pull to get a year long sabbatical from the agency and to afford this kind of treatment. She's quite the chef, by the way.”

“I'm not denying anything. You needed a break.”

“I'm not upset for you lying to me. I've gotten a lot of time to think and I've still got five months left in this vacation. Thanks for forcing me to see a better way to live my life.”

“Lazy and obese?”

Helena's brown eyes glared at Leon then and his smile faltered a bit. Cheeks puffing out, Helena let loose with a rancid burp that had Leon coughing, sitting down on a lounge chair near the couch.

“I prefer pampered, though I don't expect this to last.”

After the stench of her burp had vanished, Leon took a look at Helena's enormity. By this point she was looking almost as fat as the obese zombies they'd fought back in Tall Oaks. Her face was round, with a second chin fully formed underneath her first. Her breasts were sagging, bloated sacks of flesh on the round orb she called her stomach. He suspected she couldn't see her feet anymore no matter how far she bend forward. From what he could see of her rear, it was even larger, like her personal mattress.

Beyond that, he noted her arm pits were soaked in her own sweat, accounting for the ripe smell in the room.

“Well enjoy your pampering. I just came by to check up on you and come clean. You can't throw your life away mission after mission. You have Hunnigan now and our support. We all care about you and don't want to see you waste your life.”

“Thanks Leon and I'm not angry, not anymore.”

The pair smiled at each other and shared a brief hug as Leon left, nodding to Sherry as the blond wheeled out a heaping cart of food.

Once Leon had gone, Sherry wheeled the cart closer to Helena, the brunette looking at her with expectant eyes.

“You really expect me to eat that whole cart?”

Sherry nodded, playing along. Helena liked to act like she wasn't nearing the big 450 though she'd been weighing herself on a monthly basis. “You're being pampered, remember?”

Helena grinned sitting up and reaching out towards a plate of rich garlic bread, her body odor wafting through the air. Sherry did her best to hold her breath but couldn't last that long, the foul stuff entering her lungs and sending her into a coughing fit.

“Oh c'mon, I don't smell that bad,” Helena said, taking a large bite of bread. Once that was swallowed, she raised her right butt cheek in the air and ripped a nasty fart, sending Sherry out of the room, fanning her nose.

“Sure you don't,” Sherry replied, though she took a few deep breaths of the funky air. She'd grown a bit attached to stink Helena produced and even sometimes created a dutch oven while she slept.



“Be sure to get a big dessert ready. I don't think this cart will do.”

“I''ll get right on it!”


There were only six days left of Helena Harper's sabbatical and to celebrate her return Hunnigan took her to the fanciest buffet in the DC area.

Of course the analyst also made sure Helena was wearing an outfit that might have been just bit tight on her five hundred pound frame. Still, the sight of Helena's fat face beaming at her made all her concerns melt away. The pair had discussed Helena's new role in the agency, she'd by an analyst, writing manuals for the new recruits.

Hunnigan would also make sure that her office was well stocked with treats and an air purifier considering Helena's gas and body odor these days.

Already, her tubby love was on her fifth plate, staining her stunning red sequin dress with various crumbs and sauces to say nothing of the wet patches moistening along her armpits.

Every titanic fart would cause the other patrons to hold their noses and glare but Helena ignored them. She was here with the woman she loved to celebrate a new lifestyle, a new job, and the family she realized she had with Leon and company.

Pausing as she swallowed her latest bite, Helena grunted bit and belched mightily, causing a proud smirk to appear on Hunnigan's face.

“That's my gasbag.”

Helena smirked at that and leaned back a bit, causing a few tears along the front of her dress, bits of white, cellulite-ridden gobs of flesh sticking out along the newly formed tears.

She knew she would never go back to the field, would never take pride in toned abs or her speed at drawing a gun again. Her figure was a bloated mockery of all she had once been but she was feeling giddy about it. She could still move under her own power, she could make her lover scream her name with a few deft movements of her tongue, and she could use her rank smell to overpower anyone who scoffed their nose at her slobby form.

After a few silent moments of basking in the odd but exciting bent her life had taken, Helena moved her half full plate towards Hunnigan and got to her feet.

Waddling to the bar, she managed to fill up several more plates, each one laden with the greasiest fare she could find on the various lines. Returning to her lover, Helena placed the plates all around Hunnigan.

“What are you doing?”

“Well if we are going to continue this relationship, I need to be sure that you have a body that won't break under my fat ass.”


Helena silenced Hunnigan's objection with a large slice of pie, following that up with a large cup of soda, the former agent tipping the cup all the way so Hunnigan would have no choice but to chug it all.

“Ugh...huff...huff,” Hunnigan panted out, hands going to her middle which had bulged out a bit at the rapid assault of so much food and drink.

Helena waited for the objections to come out, waited for Hunnigan to glare at her or scream. But all she got was a gleam in her lovers eyes as she pulled a plate close.

An hour later, Hunnigan felt like a beached whale, stomach reddening by the second and more of it oozing outwards owing to a few popped buttons on her shirt. Helena beamed and her fat hand soon landed firmly on the brown orb that was Hunnigan's belly.

“That's it honey. You did so well.”

Hunnigan merely grunted in response, her grunt soon erupting into something else as Helena pressed firmly down with her palm.


Blushing, but mostly proud of how loud her belch was, Hunnigan scrunched her face up and followed the burp up with a moderate fart.

Helena's fat face, a face she'd help mold into this monument to sloth and gluttony, radiated such love then that Hunnigan completely forgot any concerns she had about starting down this path. After all, it was only fair to become a match to Helena since it had been her idea all along to save the agent from working herself to death.

“Welcome to the club, Ingrid,” Helena murmured, turning her attention back to her own meal while Hunnigan just leaned back and let out a mixed moan of pleasure and trepidation at the hedonism that waited for her.
Helena Harper's Slovenly Sabbatical
Weight gain/slob story I did for a friend years ago. I do not own any of the characters in this story.


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ballincourt3 Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2015  Student Writer
Thanks for favoring Sonya's 1st Finisher, Obesity! Did you like the story, and did you view the different endings? Am curious to know would you be game to see a possible "sequel series," happen with this as we're discussing it right now?
Johan25 Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2015
I really enjoyed it and I loved the variations. I'd love a sequel series and I'm actually writing a similar Mortal Kombat WG with Inquired as well, though obviously not as many parts or as in-depth as your work.

For a sequel, I'd love to see Cassie Cage vs. Sonya or Cassie vs. Jaqui.
ballincourt3 Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2015  Student Writer
....You are? Wow ah...that is surprising Inquired did not mention that at all. Could you tell me how much different or similar it would be to what we just put out? I'm taken back by that right now, not disappointed at you mind you since we just met :)

Thanks and we were discussing maybe adding in some MKX characters but we're also looking at the whole history. I did recommend a Mother vs Daughter fight.
Johan25 Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2015
We're doing a Jade vs. Mileena featuring Kitana. We're not doing the interactable WG items in the arena like you did.
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Solarite-of-Shadow Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch and fave! :)
Johan25 Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015
You're welcome!
OfaMightDivine Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch c:
Johan25 Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2015
You're welcome. Hope to see some Lightning/Tifa pictures from you in the future.
OfaMightDivine Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I loved drawing Tifa :'3! So maybe there's a bit of hope if time gives me a hand c:
Johan25 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015
Sounds great!
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