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pudgy-planets

Stopping time to swipe Meiling’s food while at the gate.

chubbykanmuses

Her poor little heart can't keep up with everything.

Resting and recovering by stuffing her face with Meiling's lunch on yet another 40 minute time pause break.

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Woman that stops time to sit down and rest.

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As Miko's disciple, it's best to snuggle up, lay on her belly, and feed her just like she asks.

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devouring-hive

Yummer

As round as Myon.

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passing out but more youmu tomorrow

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"Don't. Please, please, please."

Youmu is reaching out, grabbing Reisen's wrist as she holds her tight, pressing herself against her.

"I will do anything you want if you just wear this for a few more hours-"

Breathing, just breathing causes her suit to cry out again, Reisen is unsure whether to wear the thing with pride or take it off if that was a negative "wow" Youmu just gave.

"...Do you like it? If not, I can just mute the sound, aha..."

She takes a step forward, utilizing her wavelength manipulation to silence the squeaking around her huge ass.

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"..."

She can't speak. That squeak drove every thought from her brain. She isn't even embarrassed that she's staring right at Reisen's enormous bust and gut as the two keep squeaking and wobbling.

"Wow."

"Oh, Youmu! I was just, um ..." Actually, there's no explanation for this that isn't sexual. "...experimenting..."

Awkwardly rubbing the back of her head, but an act as small as that emits a loud "SsssQUEEEEEE!"

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"O-Oh..."

That's so squeaky-

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Women kissing

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eepy but girls fat

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"A-Ah!"

It's scary, at this point. Getting to her feet was a herculean task, a process that took over fifteen minutes. So being lugged upwards makes the formerly fierce prince cry out with a very girly squeak. Soon she coughs, regaining her strong persona as she smiles back at Futo. Doing her best to stay still and make her massive wobbles a little less quaking, she huffs, mustering what dignity she can.

"Then by all means, lead on Futo, and..."

She's trailing off, realizing that her wife probably can't hear her through all that back fat-

"Sw ... Sweet, thou sayeth...?"

That belch is going to be ringing in her ears for quite a while. That's an awful lot of room Miko just cleared out despite having such a globular, taut gut, filled like a giant beach ball...

"In that case, I may have an appropriately sweet dish for thee. If thou wouldst - hmmmph! - come with me...!"

It may not seem like Futo would be capable of lifting a landwhale like Miko at first glance, but these are the same arms she uses to clash with kishin! It just takes a bit more effort than usual is all. With a long grunt, she wraps her arms around Miko, trying to get her on her feet as though she were uprooting a tree.

"'Tis... just beyond this door...!"

A dozen cupcakes that each weigh more than Futo's ninety pounds.

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Mother-daughter buffet raiding between Ran and Chen-

Ran, scouting for a good match for Chen, watching to see who gets turned off by her daughter gorging, smearing barbecue sauce on her chest and face, belching and out of breath from how fast she's eating.

And the ones that get turned on by watching Ran knock hips with Chen, sending them both wobbling for minutes at a time.

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"Perhaps, tastier, but..."

A muffled response as she feels Miko scale the back of her enormity, feeling her hands and feet sinking into her blubbery cheeks and waterfall of back rolls. Chuckling, she started to slurp as soon as the noodles were placed in her lips. Down and down they went, the long pasta taking minutes at a time to eat. And still, she'd rather keep eating than continue her sentence.

It's only when it's all gone into her gut that she finally speaks, huffing and puffing as she catches her breath.

"Hah... but none... as sweet...~"

"BBRRROOOOOAAAOOOOUUUURRRPPPPPP~!!!"

"Ah..." Futo is briefly at a loss of words, enamored. "I-If thou wouldst care to find out for certain, what say I bringeth another dish? Surely there must be one among them tastier than I..."

Red as a tomato, Futo scurries away like a mouse to return with another dish of the sparrow's creation: a big heaping pot of shrimp pasta. This time, she wraps her arms around Miko from behind, snuggling cheek-to-cheek as her chopsticks get to work again, watching, amazed, at the way she slurps it down almost endlessly...

"A-Art thou enjoying it?"

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It satisfies Miko too. Seeing the mass of food before her shrink as her stomach grew, her body fattening up pound by pound as she ate. Gluttony driving her to eat more and more, to consume more than not just one household ate in a week, but two.

One hand comes up, a blanket's worth of flab sagging from her arm as she drapes it over Futo's back, squashing her down into herself. Even choking down whole hamburgers, barely chewing as she swallowed them down, the whale never faltered. Not even when she heard the telltale sound of a mattress exploding.

Kissing her back, Miko smiles.

"It's hard to tell... uuuurruuuuppp... what tastes nicer... The food... or you~"

The comfort of Miko's stomach grows in proportion to her size, with Futo laying atop it like a small mattress. The speed at which Miko accepts her offerings only encourages her to hasten her feeding efforts, gradually stuffing larger portions of the burgers down her wife's maw until she's shoving them in whole. All until the plate sitting next to her is bare.

And seeing how Miko in all her gluttony is keeping up so well, Futo can't stop herself from planting a kiss on those greasy lips of hers, which she then wipes with a napkin.

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Huffing as a pang of fullness hits her, that just encourages Miko to spread her meaty legs, letting her belly sag forward as it claimed more room. Resting her hand atop the bloated sphere as it wobbled under her touch, she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? This is one of those cheesed burgers, am I right?"

Licking her lips, the whale of a woman twists as best she can, pressing her fuller stomach against Futo as she took another bite.

"Mmmph~!"

"Certainly!"

Giggling, embracing Miko as far as her arms will reach, this only sparks her to start feeding faster. The rice pile whittles down to half its height, to a quarter, to nothing, Futo admiring as her wife swells proportionally.

"Admittedly, 'twas not just our rival faction whom I took from..."

So Futo leaves and comes back wielding a plate stacked with double cheeseburgers from Mystia's, and, with a big, anxious blush on her face, lifts the first one to Miko's mouth.