#martinobese

[gorgin-gals-muses]

Preds that need only a beckoning hand and a pat on their lardy gut to tell you what's about to happen.

[gorgin-gals-muses]

Martina watched as the smaller woman was marched up into her view, sitting swaddled in her uniform-stretching flab as the prisoner stood tall... though, between the elevation, and the sheer fat of her own ass, Martina still towered over her. The dough-blob director squinted. Enough hope in her to dash against the rocks, it seemed.

"You seem to have been doing rather well for yourself, given your position."

"Arranged for her too. I can correct that so she arrives here shortly. I have a few tools and such on route to the lab as well for my own usage. Having time to set them up would be beneficial."

Kokonoe had no issue in letting the prey see whom would be devouring them in less than five days time. Her eyes went from the massive woman to her datapad where she tapped on it a few times with her pudgy fingers.

"I shall be off then. I got work to do and I don't wish to disappoint. By your leave."

She nodded, the best social graces on can get out of Kokonoe as her wide rump wobbled out of the room as to get to labs quickly enough.

Sure enough, a guard soon emerged to notify of Nicole's arrival. She was in a simple prison jumpsuit at this point and had her hands behind her back, locked with cuffs. A small team of guards stayed close to her though the feisty pinkette was aware of the hopeless effort it would be to run or attempt anything. She was truly locked in with the dominate mass of woman. She said nothing, glaring at the immense woman.

Curvy and still somehow ravishing in her more unkempt prison looks, it was clear that her beauty had been a leading cause in her charisma.

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@pudgy-planets

Anyone wanna play the Pred Roulette?

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Martina reclining on a chair that's tilted farther backward, trapping someone under her rolls of slick backfat instead of her indomitable ass.

They squirm for much longer this way, making her hum and jostle into them as their face tries desperately to breathe through her lard-covered shoulder blades.

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"Bring in the next chef quickly now. When one owns so many 5 star restaurants worldwide, they might feel inclined to leave picking the cream from the crop up to their subordinates. This is why Amaterasu Corporation is different from its competitors."

"..."

"Oh my! My intel department says this one was sent by..."

"A dear friend, hmm? A lazy job of hiding it, too. Notify her that a little pet of hers wandered into here, please. Lift me up as well. I need her kept under wraps."

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Not like Martina hasn't been building up resistances to various poisons. She knows her gluttony could be a serious weakness, and she doesn't want to keep it in check more than she has to.

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Martina more like

Cocktail

Just because she's the leader of a mega-conglomerate's evil police force and security department doesn't mean she can't sip a cocktail from a martini glass that's as tall as she is.

[gorgin-gals-muses]

True.

Maybe she separates her prey between the prisoners that have actually broken the law (or have been improperly framed, at least) and her "girlfriends" she shows her sappy, saccharine kindness to. There's definitely a difference between her pets and her pantry-fillers.

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Okay but now I'm thinking of Martina again-

I like giving her position as the biggest top dog in Amaterasu Corp, with the aim of fattening up and eating everyone who steps out of line.

But the idea of "telling her prey exactly what she's going to do to them and forcefeeding them into her round, ripe blob snacks, watching the despair on their faces as they grow larger against their will" is now fighting with "promising care and rehabilitation and acting like a messianic mother figure to her slowly fattening prisoners until they're so fat and drunk on adoration that she can't resist eating them."

Not technically mutually exclusive but not sure which is more interesting.

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@nevermindtheweights

"I couldn't have said it better myself. What better way to hold control over this unruly city, filled with so many small, wiry rats of civilians?" She smirked.

"But of course, a director over such a superior force needs bigger meals if she wants to increase her presence, doesn't she? Why settle for such skin and bones?"

"I'll need to make changes to the 'guest' rooms. I do love mechanized feeding hoses. I'll make sure they do, too~."

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Should she also strive to get bigger?

No doubt there's going to be even more 'disappearances' around Kanai Ward if she does.

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Miss Martina, the shipment of cream filled pastries have arrived that you ordered....shall I bring them in?

"It is on the schedule, yes. 300 this time, by my count. Load it onto the conveyor belt." Martina smirked as she watched a mousey, non-armored attendant walk over to a podium next to her throne. A button was clicked.

Martina slowly leaned back into herself, massaging the top portion of her empty stomach, as a hatch split open from the ceiling. A conveyor belt stretched out to meet her flabby obese face. Her belly roared hungrily, the anticipation alone making her salivate. The belt started to whirr open, and a cream puff was slowly marched towards her awaiting lips, more in close procession. The first started to fall, Martina's jaws opening wide to catch it, and..."

"Gglhk.... Mmmnnn, hgllk... ulp~..." The cream puffs started sliding down into Martina's slick throat, so effortless she didn't even need to close her mouth. Her lair started to sound with the rhythm of hearty, greedy gulps, each dessert tumbling into her gluttonous abyss. Martina's stomach gurgled contently, the massive woman flexing her legs spread out in their immense, lardy rolls. She hummed with blissful greed, as her jaw snapped open to catch even more.

Martina's torso slowly bobbed up and down in the sea of her own flab, her enormity quaking as she got into the rhythm. Even her massive throne, outfitted to withstand the assault, started to creak and groan as she gyrated her enormity from side to side, one breathless swallow after another.

With one huge slap and a few glances to her subordinates, a duo of Peacekeepers walked up to their blobby goddess of a director. Four hands dug deep into her flowing waterfall of a belly. Martina purred again as they started to work on it, pushing and pulling the gigantic tub of lard like they were working a wad of dough as big as both of them combined. She kicked her fat-swallowed feet again.

Martina briefly came out of her stupor, making mental note of her progress. About 200 left, now. Back to sink into the hedonistic bliss, the endless feast that she worked, lied, killed, and ate so hard to obtain.

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Miss Martina, hide me under your flab so I don't have to go to work!

Martina's tongue clicked in her mouth. "How lazy..." She paused, before her face softened slightly. She spread her gigantic legs wider than their usual 90-degree angle, rolls and folds parting to let her belly flow outward. She turned to her attendant of guards.

"Strip them down. I want no weapons hiding on their person."

"You can crawl under my belly once that's taken care of, but know that a favor granted by the Amaterasu Peacekeepers is never free."

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"I will~."

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@somechubbynerd

"You wouldn't be the first to get on top of me, but you sit where I direct you to sit, understand? Don't forget who leads this city."

"...Some other time, perhaps. Farewell, for now."

[gorgin-gals-muses]

One last thing. The Martinass?

Totally immeasurable in circumference. Good luck trying, because they haven't found a set of measuring tape that won't snap.