#blubberymuses

[magesmeatymuses]

// Just a silly lil' ask, but I'm just curious about how you'd personally write out drabble for ya boy, Mori Calliope; considering how often I've slammed the shinigami in your and Lumine's face.

If you don't want to type anything out for her, perfectly fine, I get that.

"...Hmmm."

Melly reads this ask with the seriousness of a father reading the newspaper with a black cup of coffee, hand in his chin.

"Writing something with Mori Calliope? I might just end up making a fool out of myself if I do that since I know virtually nothing about VTuber lore... but, then again, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try, right...?"

Ahem.

You don't need me to tell you that Mori Calliope is one of the biggest VTubers on the scene, but I'm going to do it anyway because even just saying that on its own is a disservice.

Standing at a jawdropping 2.5 million subscribers on YouTube and boasting a music career so impressive that she sang a song for fucking One Piece of all things, you'd be hard pressed to find someone that knows nothing about Calli whatsoever. Between all the members of the first generation of hololive, Calli certainly stands out as one of the more accomplished members—and it also helps that she's one of my favourite VTubers visually so I suppose that I'm biased in that regard, but that's that and this is this.

As to be expected from the clout that comes from such high-level collaborations and boasting such an impressive following, however, that opens the door to some more unique sponsorships in the form of food. Obviously, this includes KFP—no shit it would, it's a fried chicken brand of course she's going to eat that—and being able to eat free food all the time meant that she's obviously going to take advantage of that. To predictable results.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Alas! The constant indulgences that she was entitled to on account of her fame and also having loads of free time when she wasn't working as a Reaper has taken its toll on her waistline! Her clothing, as intimidating as it was, may as well just have been a string bikini with how much she had tried to stuff herself into them to the point of covering basically fuckall.

Gaze upon her breasts, each one the size of beanbags and coated in a mixture of sweat and grease from her quick meal of KFP before her stream! (She was hungry.) Each voluminous tit maintained its perkiness against all sense of logic, though that meant absolutely nothing if they were so large that her boob window may as well have been a skyview over the Grand Canyon!

Gaze upon her heaving, sloshing belly apron, a double-rolled monstrosity that sagged against her barrel-like legs and sagged against the ground as it digested enough fried chicken to comfortably feed a family of six and have enough leftovers for yet another dinner! Each roll may as well have been a monster truck tire with how much it bulged outwards indecently!

Gaze upon her dumptruck derriere, her asscheeks eclipsing overinflated yoga balls and still somehow retaining enough curvature that there was barely any cellulite to speak of! I'm unsure if this is blasphemous to say in front of a reaper, but you could make a serious argument that she was built like a church bell with how that dumptruck was supported by tree trunk-like thighs!

To say that Calli was mortified was a significant understatement! She actually had a stream going on in five minutes, but she crashed into a food coma shortly before and ended up sleeping in so much that she was in a rush to look at least slightly presentable before she got to streaming. It was impossible to fit into her normal clothing, even without being so curvaceous that her best bet would be throwing on a tacky muumuu—her shoulders were so puffy like loaves of bread that those spikes on her shoulderpads would almost certainly end up stabbing into her triple chins and be more than uncomfortable, so that was out. The rotund reaper had no choice but to go ahead and cancel the stream, living to die another day as she tried to think of good excuses for her general fatassery—

"...Shit, wait, is the stream already on?!"

The stream had begun fifteen minutes ago.

In that time, the internet got a good view of her billboard bum and her ample abdomen and her monolithic melons.

"...D-Dead Beats, I can explain..."

Calli, I think you're fucked. They're already calling you Notorious P.I.G. in chat.

[sweetside]

Imagine the irritating embarassment Kyoko and Junko both mutually feel when they're firmly WEDGED in the doorway to the cafeteria...

So much mouthwatering food in sight, but that pest they dearly loathe couldn't just - wait for even a brief moment to not get stuck with the other morbidly obese, sweat-ridden, idly wheezing butterball...

"You shouldhaa... conshidedr a dhiet." Kirigiri passively admonishes the Fatshionista as she pushes her one of her gloved hands against Junko's many rolls while also trying to reach for the side of the door.

She is very livid though. Experience has taught her that stoic responses were the most insulting to her rival.

[doughyduo]

Cosplayer who outgrows all her cosplays but still rocks the look despite nothing really fitting anymore~

Looking at her belly slamming out of her outfit.

Looking in a mirror and seeing how cute she looks.

[corpulentcarbs]

pentuplesized

Her footsteps are putting in work~

“That’s ‘cause they’re carrying prime grade blubber baby~!”

All it took was one bounce and that send a wave through her massive belly which slaps against her thighs with a wet plap.

blubberymuses

That's a whole lot of heavy shark tail to drag around the place.

Can’t forget about the heavy shark belly~

[mikanlardyclinic]

⌨️+ Mikan Tsumiki

How to stop your friends from chugging lard..

Why is lard ao tasty?!

Junko enoshima panty shots

Junko enoshima belly pics

XXL nurse scrubs..

Sorry it hasn't been updated for a bit.. She lost her phone while treating junko and it's been lost in the fashionista's rolls for weeks!~

[insightfuldoggy]

👀, Not to any muse in particular, but I wonder if any if them find HEFTsune MEATku, the face of the vocaLARDs attractive!

“H-holy crap it’s Fatsune Lardku… amazing…”

She’s a Miku fan… fat Miku is perfect Miku.

[sandwichsakurauchi]

Indefinitely? That sounded right up Mari's alley. "Ah, as nice as that'd be, ensuring an adorable bella like you keeps getting more and more adorable than you currently are... It's really up to you, Sayacchi~"

Only a few guests made the choice to just leave their lives completely at the whim of Mari's hospitality. Sayaka certainly wasn't the first, but she was still one of the select few to be willing to do that. Being able to live like this must have really stuck with her. "You could go back to the idol world a brand new girl. We in Aqours already have a significant following thanks to our own waistlines, so I doubt you'd be any different~"

She leaned back in by Sayaka's face. She could see the sweat and food stains on her jowls real clearly now. "Oooor... there's a buffet line downstairs I can have closed off early that'll be just for you... Every day... Indefinitely...~"

If Sayaka was already melting over some light tracing of her curves then now she was a metaphorical puddle on the floor, her cheeks turning into a whole new shade of red as she was being stuffed in this stuffy room.

The pop sensation from those few short months could easily imagine the reality of her fanbase, but now, under Mari's care, she would daydream about those same adoring fans all the way from her prime, but now cheering on her blobby body!.. Confirmation bias is a fascinating thing when you're surrounded by slobbish beached whales, it's even more interesting when you're now rivaling (if not eclipsing) their size...

The bluenette raised her hand up to indicate she wanted to talk without her mouth being full.

"I can... hooh.. ehxtehnd muhh sh... mmmphh... shhtahy indefinitely if youh dehshihrehd, M-Mahricchi~" Her voice now had a husky, airy tone due to her size, a far cry of what the public last heard from her vocal chords.

[gluttonygirls]

pentuplesized

What do you *mean* she has to stand up to get her snacks suddenly, she literally hasn't moved her fat ass in 48 hours, so unfair...

nevermindtheweights

Pampered gamer. Her friends all love her and enable her

blubberymuses

Pampered gamer with so many sponsorships... One who barely leaves her gamer bed, she has a big backlog to complete after all~

"You're the one already on your feet, so it makes more sense if you're the one that gets me everything I need, right? It's a lot of effort to move my tummy, so..."

[nevermindtheweights]

blubberymuses

Earth-shaker with shoe bursting tootsies... that you can't see due to her gut and fupa obscuring them...

"How'd ya know?~"

The hefty mage chuckled.

"You should totally massage my feet in reward, ya know?~"

[gensokyogains]

blubberymuses

Patchy thinks the maido is quite alluring with her looks... If Sakuya wasn't always so busy pampering lady Remilia the magician would plead for her to clean up the library to get closer to her (and to give Koakuma-san a well deserved break but mostly the former reason~)

"I can, quite literally, make the time if need be."

She's not putting on the smaller maid outfit, though.

[sandwichsakurauchi]

"Hooh, very forward of you, Monikacchi~" Nickname in place, she shook Monika's hand firmly. She was silently impressed at how swiftly she seemed to move despite being so visibly fat. It wasn't every day someone who seemed to intentionally wear small clothing to show off their swollen figure could still move... normally.

"Yes, our staff will bring your belongings to your room without an issue. As for the tour..." She narrowed her gaze a bit, "...what are you looking to accomplish during your stay here? It will help focus us on what you'd find the most beneficial or interesting...~"

Spring break, a two week long break from the stresses of school, and the perfect time for a nice, relaxing, fulfilling vacation.

Monika strolls into the lobby area of the Ohara Hotel, a wheeled briefcase squishing into her softened side, a gentle smile spread across her plump face, idly glancing at the displays of gluttonous decadence surrounding her. A sight she is more than used to at her literature club but still finds immense joy in observing n' partaking in.

Wearing a simple yet fashionable crop-top and jean combo, with the latter unbuttoned to really show off her pristine and clean lap-filling (teetering on knee-slapping) pudge, alongside some perfectly-fitted sandals, the vegetarian awaits for Mari to wander on by and show her around the premises with an exciting and enthralling tour!

"Let's see... An approved guest requesting a walk-through of the hotel. Now that's rare..."

Mari would show up on-time, dressed professionally of course, to the sight of said guest waiting at the lobby's check-in desk. Her simple yet cute outfit. Her fat exposed to the masses. Her size overall. Oh yes... definitely someone who knew what they wanted.

"Theeere she iiis~ Welcome to Ohara Hotel, Ms... Monika? Monika-chan, then~ It'd be my pleasure to show you around, as requested~"

[sweetside]

Maki and Kaede resting by Hope's Peak pool, having a nice time as they sit by the pool side with their tootsies dangling into the refreshing water... That is until the (somewhat old) one-piece swimsuit the assassin has stuffed into rips from the middle, releasing an avalanche of creamy adipose and making a makeshift two-piece...

"Ah!" The avalanche of flab slaps against the water creating a larger wave than Maki would like to see it make. At least the red hot skin can now breathe a little.

"S-so... How about.. uh... theeeee weather?" She tries to play it off. She definitely has a bigger belly than Kaede.

[corpulentcarbs]

Mukuro unofficially going from the ultimate soldier to the ultimate nuke, the vast weight she heaves around haphazardly is just THAT fatal...

“You could say that… i haven’t been keeping track of my weight. Last time I stepped foot on a scale was when I was under 600 pounds and broke it underneath me.”

This is the life she chose to life, she’s not longer confided to her sister’s obsession of despair. This is where it has led. Now it’s also lead her to become the “Ultimate Nuke” so to speak.

[mikanlardyclinic]

Sayaka Maizono was recently admitted to Mikan's clinic as a last resort. Her agency needed her to quickly shed off the copious amount of weight she gained throughout her year-long hiatus for her up incoming tour and Mikan seemed to be a perfect fit to help!

Surely the nurse wouldn't aid in ruining her waistline any further and leave the pop sensation a bed-bound shell of her former self, right?..

Right?

Of course not!~ the nurse will set her up with a diet plan inmediatly!!.. That she will try to enforce but also allow multiple cheat days.. As well as allow her to even drink melted butter and lard if she desires!.. O..oh of course she's also gonna have an exercise plan t..that she can skip if she wants wouldn't want an idol to get hurt before a big tour!.. Sure she can stay in bed and mikan can bring her artery clogging burgers it's okay..

"m..maizono.. I.. I have your breakfast! D..does it have enough lard?.. Would you like me to add another b..bar of butter?.."

[sweetside]

The tropical air, simulated as it might be, was doing numbers on the Gamer already poor energy levels. So she finally decided she'd had enough.

Wheezing as she manuvered her fatty arms under her gut, she'd grab the hem of her sweater and pull it up. The damp garment seemingly molding itself to only covering her mounds of chest fat. As two mighty, sweat soaked rolls of stomach fat emerged from their prison, slapping against each other and against her tree trunk thighs. "Haaaa... how long will she take?" The now steaming AI wondered.

A sweaty and overweight Chiaki is here for a all-you-can-eat buffet date.

The gamer's sweatiness makes considering where the AI resides, on a near empty collection of habitable islands in the middle of god knows where in the ocean... At least she has the company of a poet.

She might've come to this land so that [anon] wouldn't fall head over heel in love with yet another Visual Novel heroine, but it's not like the gamer could tell, all she remembers is being admired and pampered by a literature club president for simply being her cute, sleepy self~

[sandwichsakurauchi]

blubberymuses Imagine not idolizing idols whose blubber make them look delightfully more adorable.

"Riiiight~? She's SO self-conscious when she should just relax... kick back... and just eat her current weight in matcha donuts I can have ordered for her~"

"...Mari-san, you're-mmf... not even being shubtle anymoremmmph..."