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"Cheers."
Another small sip, but seeing how Komachi is chugging the entire thing, soon Sakuya is joining her. Downing her bottle, tipping it back, she takes a deep draft from it. Letting it slide down her throat, filling her belly with more and more alcohol...
"Mmmhh..."
It was nice, even if it was filling.
"Right, something like that. Just eat whatever you like and enjoy it!"
It's a lot less embarrassing having a table-round stack of plates from the buffet now that she's no longer eating alone, especially considering it's the maid who prepared it all.
"Here, have a drink too!" she cheers, sliding a tall glass of beer over to Sakuya, which she would clink with her own glass against before chugging.
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"I suppose you have a point."
Sitting next to the tubby reaper, the skinny maid nods. Her weight sloshing against the other, she feels tiny next to her. Still, since there is so much food here...
She eats a single potato chip.
"...Like this?"
"It's not about that. Here," Komachi pats the free space next to her, "sit next to me for a second."
"It's less about your appetite and more you being left out of the fun. Look around, everyone's having a good time while you're still working your butt off. From the looks of it, there's enough food to keep them satisfied for a while, so don't you think you've earned a little break?"
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Meiling and Remilia might plead for their meals to be taste tested before being served...
But a certain librarian clearly doesn't and will just gobble up any piece of schlock placed infront of her by the maid, even if it barely classifies as edible~
"Ah, it really is nice having others as big as us, no~?"
The blob is bumping bellies, licking her lips clean from the sheer amount of slop they've stuffed down their gullets today.
"My dear Patchouli~"
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"I understand that, and I do wish the best for the party, but is my lack of appetite really unappealing when-"
She's ducking under a rib flying by, picked clean by a voracious youkai.
"-When their appetites more than make up for it."
"Aha, well, it just seemed like you were making everyone happy with those snacks but yourself - I thought if you'd try some you'd loosen up a little bit. This is a party, after all."
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"I do not understand why you insist that I need to taste test everything I make. I know that it's very good."
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"Ah."
It's like watching an avalanche as Flan crashed down, Myra being launched into the air by how hard the ground shook. Landing in the mud, softening the blow, she really did look like a pig in a sty. Blinking, staring as Flandre still kept drinking, the landslide of a woman fattening up even more.
"...Ah~"
She's losing her cool a bit as she starts hugging and rubbing that belly.
Unable to see anything past her enormous ... everything, Flandre blindly tries sucking in once more, this time feeling resistance in the straw, yielding results! Once that's confirmed, it's time to go all in.
Sounding off monstrously loud gulps, her size certainly comparable to one, the next stage in this evolution is "immobile" to "landwhale", in fact so bloated that she could house an actual whale in her stomach like an aquarium. At her size, Myra would have to look straight up to see where Flan's belly ends.
Though, having hit another height-related roadblock, Flandre pouts, and utilizing her ability for a quick fix, opens and closes her palm-
"Kyu."
-instantly atomizing the ground beneath her as to close the gap between her and the water. Having done so, however, she immediately drops that distance, landing on her enormous rear and shaking the ground hard enough to quake the earth within the radius of several kilometers, sending Human Villagers far away scrambling for shelter against what they can only assume is a natural disaster.
Oh, but it's not. It's just Myra getting Flandre bloated.
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Myra's tubby, so moving backwards is hard and slow. At the rate the other keeps blowing up, she bounces against Flandre's expanding side more than actually moving of her own accord. Still, seeing Flandre's struggle.
"G-Got it!"
Huffing and puffing, stumbling down to the lakeside as she found to move, the blubbery blonde grabbed the end of the straw. Too into the moment to care how she looked wiggling into the mud, more pig-like than the blob on the shore.
All that mattered was dipping the straw back into the water, which she gladly did.
Flandre's lung capacity is a spectacle to behold, inhaling with such force that water zips through its path with speed that could rival a pressure washer, swelling in proportion to the lake's rapidly dwindling height; her belly billows out, knocking her onto her ass just in time to see it multiply in size, providing a last-second cushion to her fall. Even her upper arms begin to fill with water, swelling to the point of sinking into themselves, as do her legs, marking the point she went from "fat as a cow" to "immobile"
Over a literal ton and willing to keep going, Flandre continues slurping but inhales nothing but air. Having drained a quarter of the lake with roughly 75% still remaining, her straw is just a little too short to reach below the area she'd cleared out.
"Mm?" mumbles Flandre through a closed mouth, sucking at air once more to impart her struggles to Myra.
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It's a weird feeling, sinking her hands into Flandre's sides. The sheer squishiness of all her blubber, the doughiness bouncing against her hand even as it starts to slosh more and more. Feeling her grow bigger and bigger, Myra smiled as she sloshed more.
"Y-You're gonna outgrow the lake if you drink like this..."
There's a wistfulness in her tone that's hard to pin down. Like how Flandre's bloating butt is starting to tip the tree over.
Cooperatively opening her mouth for Myra to slot the straw in, Flandre licks her lips with eager anticipation, understanding the idea the moment she sees the other end.
"Ooh, I get it! Ehehehe, you're really smart, Myra."
Momentarily taking the straw out, Flandre plants a big, wet smooch on Myra's cheek with a loud "mwah!" before returning it where it was and inhaling sharply through it. Water dances around the loops of Myra's contraption as it rushes towards Flandre's mouth, sucking so hard she could drain the oxygen from a small house.
Mere seconds after reaching her mouth does Flandre begin to billow out, and though the effort is making her sweat more, she still non-verbally invites Myra to come feel her blow up like a water balloon.
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She understands that her sister is in the middle of a fancy get-together and all, but after drinking all that soda earlier, she's looking painfully bloated, like it's taking every ounce of her strength to not burp and ruin her reputation amongst peers.
She'll take one for the team and slide over a note: "You can do it and blame it on me."
Then, if she can do that, Remilia is turning her head to the side, lifting up her hand, and-
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!"
-Get some comfort from her belly.
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What's Remilia gonna do when Flandre lifts all 600 pounds of her off the ground like it's nothing and lock her into a bear hug, squishing their equally heavy bodies together as she spins in place like a cuddly, blubbery carousel?
She'll learn that while cake settles in the gut firmly and softly, squishing around and molding in her belly, Remilia's soda filled stomach is just going to-
"BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!"
Make some noise.
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"...urrrp."
"Grrrr..."
She's drinking all of the soda in the fridge in retaliation.
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It's too late for that, Flandre already ate all of her cake...
"She's done what."
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"Don't draw mine, I can be quite dangerous~"
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Need to go streaming but fat girls are really good
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