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("Stay together... Stay the hell together so I can see her absolutely destroy herself in ways I can't afford to or so help me...")

Mari was quietly cursing at the wheelchair's rapid deterioration as it struggled along with her staff to push drooping piles of pale fat and ragged limbs down to the luxury pool. This girl... Rei was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She'd just witnessed her destroy her only means of personal, physical movement and now she was desperately digging into her own folds for anything edible, regardless of what it was. She needed her to fulfill her own dark desires. She'd already grown so impossibly fat, the question of if she'd be willing to push herself past the return point wasn't even on the table anymore.

"Wheel her to the edge of the pool and put on the brakes... Not that she'd probably need them on with how massive she already is...~" She instructed as the sight unfolded before them: The hotel's luxury pool, spanning a gigantic room... but instead of clear, pure water... it was filled to the brim with waves of golden fryer oil, liquified lard and butter. Bits and pieces of some of Rei's favorite foods floated and bobbed around on the surface as a large draining pump sat opposite Rei's position, a personal hose connected to it. It was the ultimate challenge; One no patron bothered with willingly.

Mari, however, leaned next to Rei's ear with the end of the hose in one hand and the pump's remote in the other.

"Doesn't it make you feel... ravenous~?"

Rei looked at the pool, and immediately she began to drool at the sight, she’d NEVER be able to stomach all of this, she knew she’d fail, but that only enticed her more.

“M-mari… ghahh…!!!” Rei clawed against the ground with her flabby useless hand in an attempt to reach the hose, it was a fruitless effort, pointless as can be, she gasped and moaned in her struggle.

“R-ravenush…!!!” She grunted, practically begging to get hooked up to the machine, she NEEDED it, she had to drink it, so much grease, so much junk food, it WAS going to be her climax.

“It’sh… hahhnghh… going tohh… kill… hahh… me…~” She affirmed and moaned at the idea, “nghhhaaah… I… bhhHHUUAARRrrp… houff… ghhhrk… you… bghhhrrrRRUUURRrrp… are aahroushed…~”

Rei felt herself get more excited when the hose finally was placed in her mouth, and she let her focus drift towards food, fullness and obesity completely… focusing intently on how much pain and suffering and torment she caused herself, and using it as motivation to make herself even worse.

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Positively exhausted.

Will resurrect in a bit.

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Retiring for the night.

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The entire ordeal was a sight Mari would never forget. Rei's uneven, wobbling flesh jiggling with every sluggish shift forward. The look on her face as she forced every fiber of her being to move even a half an inch forward. The sound of her wheezing and heaving as her medical equipment went nuts.

The visible strain like the veins throbbing on her face and the shift in color. She could have sworn she saw bits of white fly out of her mouth when she grit her teeth. And then the sounds. The sickening crack and snaps followed by what sounded like a tree being felled through a layer of liquid as Rei found herself on the floor, unconscious before slowly fading back in... She could see her pillar-legs now looked purplish and... misshapened...

"...O-Oh my god..." She covered her mouth as her servers arrived with her requested wheelchair. "...E-Everyone get her onto that wheelchair and down to the luxury pool!!! I want it prepped and filled with the favorite foods she listed on her application!! IMMEDIATELY~!!!" Mari tried her best to hide her own arousal as some scurried off to make arrangements with the rest began to tend to Rei and the cumbersome task of transferring her from floor to wheelchair...

Rei tuned everything out, she didn’t notice Mari speak, nor the staff hoisting her literal ton body onto an ill equipped wheelchair designed for people half her weight.

She focused on how much agonizing pain she was in, her legs mangled and twisted unnaturally, firing every nerve in them to alert her brain, joining her liver which ceased working months ago, her ribs that were crumbling to dust by her repeatedly stuffing herself far past the point where they broke, and all the more standard ways her body was actively dying from her obesity and gluttony.

While being wheeled down in the progressively breaking chair, Rei felt her arousal rise again, and with so much vomit and food stuck in her rolls, she had a way to indulge just a bit before she faced the impossible challenge.

Reaching struggling hands to her plethora of chins, Rei began to grab at or scoop up anything that could be edible, and shoving it into her mouth by the handfuls.

For anyone else this would suffice as a meal, but the blob didn’t register it as a snack, not even an appetizer for one.

“Mgmlph… gnggmlph… omffgh…” She ate and ate, oblivious to the creaking from her chair as it neared breaking under her just when they were so close to the pool.

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Exhausting DnD session, but was fun.

Resurrecting slowly.

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Dying again.

Got DnD.

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When she’s ‘too fat to reach’ level fat 😍

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Awake.

Will resurrect in a bit.

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Welp that’s an anxiety attack.

Goodnight y’all, cause if I stay awake I will probably lose my shit.

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Send me "beauty booty" if your Muse thinks mine has a nice butt.

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Too proud to admit it yet. Buuuut…

Beauty booty, for Italia.

Italia quietly chuckled to herself. The flattered Italian Maiden not saying anything lease it cause the blonde to react negatively. She is quite proud of her rump. While not fat nor plump, the taller Italian is rather curvy and there is a thicckness to her behind that fills out her chosen attire of comfy jeans.

She do got the booty~

Wiggle wiggle~

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Avoid The Roleplayer Yips!

So here's something that I've dealt with, and talking with friends, they've dealt with, and from what it seems like, it's something that's not really talked about in the wider community.

Now, 'The Yips' is often talked about in terms of sports. It's a mental wall that keeps you from performing at your best; maybe the pressure to perform has gotten to you, maybe you just got back from injury and you're too preoccupied with not getting injured, but whatever it is you're incapable of performing at the level that you were before.

This happens with creative people too. Maybe you're a musician and you can't seem to play the same way you used to. Maybe you're a writer who can't bring yourself to sit down and write like you think you should. Maybe you're an artist and everything you put out looks, to you, like garbage. You're always chasing this feeling, this idea, this thing that you think needs to be true to be great.

And in roleplaying, this happens all the time. You think that you need to put in a lot of effort into your replies, because you want to meet expectations of your partners. You take their replies and you put them in your drafts, and you say 'I'll get to them.' But you don't. Instead they sit there, piling up, like a giant boulder growing heavier by the second. You can't bring yourself to deal with them, because it feels like such a huge ordeal.

And then one of two things happens. You either quit roleplaying entirely, because it's not fun. It's a chore. It's work. Or, you just delete all of them, start fresh, but don't change your behavior and the process starts again. Maybe you decide you need to start fresh on a new blog, and you move from account to account, never finding anything changing.

Look, you don't realize it, but you've already got The Yips. You've fallen into the pit. But don't worry, because there is a way out. But first you need to grasp how it happened.

When everyone starts roleplaying, no one thinks about things like quality or how much they 'need' to write or things like trying to meet other people's expectations. You're having fun. You want to have fun. You're writing, and they're writing, and that's all there is.

But then you start to actually gain understanding; you realize that some people are good writers. You realize that people seem to be putting in effort. You've gained understanding, and in so doing, you've suddenly realized that you might not be as good as others. But, and this is the important part, the only one who cares about this is you. After all, no one was complaining before; the one who has changed is you.

In other words, you're so concerned with meeting ideas of 'quality' and 'living up to expectations' that you end up doing nothing because you're being crushed under the weight of your own expectations.

So, now we know what it is. How do we deal with it?

Well, for one, you need to teach yourself how to get back to basics. Chances are, at no point have any of your partners actually complained about any of the supposedly awful parts of your writing. Thus, we need to see this as a skill, one you're going to work on. It's a habit that you're going to form for yourself.

First, I don't think about roleplaying as writing. Yes, it involves writing. But for me, writing implies a lot of things; writing a novel or a story is work, it requires effort, it's tiring, it's something that contains expectations. Writing is what you do in school, a thing that gets a grade at the end. It's stressful and has pressure associated with it.

But roleplaying is different. I've separated these two things in my mind. I don't go 'I'm going to write today' I go 'I'm going to roleplay.' Roleplaying is a game, it's fun, it's something I do that's entirely separate from writing.

But let's take this a step further.

When I write a response, I don't use drafts. I don't think about it. I just go with my gut. A response for me takes no more than around 5 minutes, maybe 10 if it's really long. And the way I do this is that I read my partner's response, and I just respond, and then I post it.

Now, some people will go but how could you not go back over it and make sure it's perfect and not bad and- No. Stop.

This is the skill you're going to learn. This is the thing you're going to develop. No more overthinking, no more trying to be perfect.

By just going with your gut, by not thinking but feeling your muse, you're training yourself to just respond. It's not work. It's not conscious. It's just something you know how to do. It's not stressful. It's just something that you do.

And this will make your writing easier. You'll stop struggling to 'have muse' because you'll just write. You won't have to think about how to respond, you'll just respond. And more importantly, you'll remove the stress from replying.

Look, it's not going to be easy at first. But the point is that you, the mun, need to form the habits that let roleplaying be fun again. Instead of feeling stressed or anxious, you'll be able to just write and enjoy yourself. It's a skill, one you can develop.

And it begins by taking a step back and changing how you approach your roleplaying. Roleplaying isn't a job. It's not a test. It's not something with serious consequences. So don't approach it the way you approach those things. Retrain yourself to do more roleplaying and less worrying.

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"Then up... y-you... goooo... big girl...~!" Mari did everything she could to help tug Rei to her bloated feet. It was worse than moving most other large patrons, but it was to be expected: Rei was probably the largest in the hotel at the moment. The sounds of bone straining wasn't lost on her, as suspected. She could hear Rei's legs buckling and creaking as she struggled to lift her inhuman size upright. The drizzling of sweat onto the floor followed soon after as the blob grew wet with it... and other things, probably.

"Hfff... Hfff... If you can... make it to... the hallway... We'll take care... of the rest...~"

Rei lazily nodded the tiniest bit, she could barely muster the energy to live, much less speak... and now she needed to focus and walk... frankly she kind of forgot how.

After a minute of seemingly not moving, one of her legs began to shuffle along the floor, never rising of course, but shuffling.

Slowly, but surely, it shuffled forward, leaving a trail of greasy sweat in it's wake, and Rei progressed a bit forward.

Her wheezing was so loud and desperate, one would think she ran a dozen marathons... and to her body? It was probably thousands.

Veins began to pop up across her forehead, her eyes got bloodshot with effort, her teeth creaked as she bit them down so hard, and then her second leg shuffled ahead slowly.

crrrrrk...!

Something broke, but Rei didn't collapse yet, her eyes rolled back, growing more and more wide as she continued to fight on, to move.

The third shuffle, her face went from red to purple, her heart monitor screamed as her heartrate climbed from it's usual 197bpm, to well over 270, working harder than any healthy heart could be expected while so laden with fat.

crrRRRCK!

Something else snapped, but Rei did not give up yet, she kept pushing, shuffling, nearly at the hallway which was so close, yet so far away, her teeth cracked just a bit as she bit down as hard as she could, her face went ghost pale, and her heartrate momentarily shot up to 320bpm, and then flatlined.

Rei stopped moving, and any effort to balance ceased, and then it happened.

her weight tipping forward, but her legs didn't reorient, and she fell forward, her legs twisting under her own bellyfat, causing them to bend inwards, and she collapsed with a heavy crack, her knees giving in as well, further assisting the uncanny pose she landed in.

Then... after a few seconds of deafening silence from the girl... her heartrate monitor miraculously began beeping again, her heartrate 'stabilizing' to a meager 208bpm, and she began to wheeze and wheeze, fighting for every breath, struggling to live once again... and grinning like she won the jackpot lottery a dozen times over.

Couldn't even make it to the hallway, and even momentarily died walking four meager steps, but luckily she returned, excited to eat herself to another demise in just a few more minutes, knowing she now can never, ever, not even consider walking, not even with assistance.

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"Until you-... O-Oh...~"

That was enough of a push for Mari if ever she needed one. Reaching for the service phone still on her soiled nightstand, she dialed up the wait staff without a second thought. "This is Ohara. One of our biggest wheelchairs up to room 1030 asap... No, no emergency. Just a precaution~ Ciao~"

She hung up... as a similarly-devious grin crossed her face.

"Oh, Reicchi... I didn't think anyone could match how deprived I could be, but you're not just an example... you're a role model~" She returned down to the foot of Rei's bed and, as best she could, began digging for one of her legs under her belly. "Mnnff... With how much of a... hff... obese slob of a girl you've become... hff... I'm sure you can't even make a full... TEN steps... before something shatters... But I'll be more than happy to be proven wrong...~"

She licked her lips as she gripped around Rei's useless right leg and began to help her tug it over the edge of the bed. "HFF!!... I-It'd mean... we've simply not been feeding you enough...~"

Rei... tried to help, but of course, she contributed absolutely nothing besides getting extremely sweaty, and managing to cough up a bit more vomit from how red with effort she went.

And then after a lot of hard work...

PLOP.

A flabby, sweaty leg landed with a wet slap against the floor, it was so deformed it barely resembled a leg, not that one could tell, since her calf reached the floor on all sides, completely engulfing her foot in the process.

The same process was needed for the second leg, more sweat, more exhaustion, Rei was getting dangerously close to a heart episode from the effort of being moved, even that much was overstimulating to her heart and muscles.

"A-ahhn...~" she moaned in joyed pain, "i-it burns... hahh~".

And then... the fun part, through the sheer effort of Mari, and token effort of Rei, as well as using her floor rubbing belly as leverage, the blob of a girl was slowly but surely raised to her feet.

Wheezing, panting so hard, the girl momentarily fainted on her feet with a grin on her face, only to regain consciousness a few moments later, eyes drooping, ready to fade again, but only the warmth between her legs and the perversion of her mind combatting it.

"R... nghhhrkhff... ready... nghhfffhahh... NGGGGHKRKK--" Finally, her heart started beating out of rhythm, making it so she couldn't notice a very exciting detail that the blonde feeder would never miss.

A subtle, but ever audible, creak, coming from her legs... not even moving and they were already creaking.

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"As if I'd expect any other answer at this point, seeing you in this state...~"

Mari pushed her cupped fingers into Rei's mouth to funnel some of her digest back down into her as a... small appetizer, in a sense. She gave the mass of girl another lookover. Sloppy. Massive. And definitely the only one here to give this challenge a serious try as she stepped back, hands wiping off one of Rei's folds.

"A lot of our challenges are... well... fatal, in a normal sense. Guzzle a full industrial tanker of something, devour a full dinner banquet's worth of food... Different levels for different sizes and different amounts of confidence~" She smirked, "And this one is called impossible because literally no size can compete with it. Even your current size might not be enough... You'll either stomach it all... or paint the walls...~ BUT!"

Her demeanor went back to her usual bubbly self, "To see what I mean, we'll need to get you up on your feet, bella~! If you're still able to, of course~"

"Hrrn... mgmmph...~" She moaned a little as she ate up her own vomit, nothing, truly nothing was too far for Rei at this point, as long as it was caloric, she yearned for it.

"Shtand... hff... huurrRRrrp... up? Shorry I... hahh... don't shink I can..."

In truth, it was obvious that even if she somehow stood, her body couldn't support her, she hadn't even tried in almost a year, it would undoubtedly result in nothing...

But then again... right now she just THOUGHT she couldn't, she didn't prove it... didn't irreversibly break herself so she may never even consider standing again.

A sly, excited grin flashed across her chubby face, she burped up a little more bile, her face flushing from arousal at the idea.

"I-I need... hahh... you to bring... hahhhh... a wheelchair...~" Rei's hands began to sensually rub whichever rolls of fat she could reach to arouse herself further, her breath going shorter, her eyes more unfocused.

"G-get me... hahh... hahhnn... up... a-and let's see how much... hahh... I can walk before I b-break my legs...!~" Rei got as jittery with excitement as one as fat as her could, instead of being horrified or worried, she's been the most excited in her life, to finally push, once and for all, past the point of no return, and cause herself even more obesity related agonies to suffer through everyday.

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Resurrecting.

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