Patreon Reward: Uta's Gluttonous Mukbang

In this story, a massive, slobby Uta from One Piece eats her way into a wardrobe malfunction!

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“Hello to all my wonderful fans!” Uta waddled across her stage, her gelatinous body quaking in her skin tight, grease stained white dress. She waved, revealing the large, sweaty tufts of white-red hair that had grown in at her underarms. Her long white half-bang covered one of her eyes, brushing her fat-engorged cheeks. The performer’s long, hefty legs were barely covered by her outfit, left to jiggle and quake nakedly with each ponderous, waddling step. The stage mic picked up the sound of a long sputter of gas from her doughy behind as she moved. “Oops, pardon me!” she giggled, exaggeratedly fanning behind the twin, cellulite pocked moons hanging generously out the back of her skirt. Completely winded from her stomping waddle across the stage, Uta brought her huge body down onto a pair of chairs, her lap-filling belly wobbling along with the fleshy cannonballs of her breasts. Her beleaguered dress rode up even farther on her spreading thighs, relying on her fuzzy belly fat to censor her sweat-drenched panties.

“Today I’ll be doing another social eating event!” the diva announced, gesturing to the pizzas, fried meat, and massive bowl of crispy rice in front of her. “I know you’ve all loved to see me push my limits, so I’m going for more than I’ve ever had before tonight!” Uta flashed her dazzling smile at the audience, pushing her double chin outward with her jaw. The stage mic picked up a long, droning -Gwoooorl!- from her gelatinous belly. “Wow, you heard it, I’m starving!” Uta rubbed her hands together. “Now, how about we get started?” 

Uta reached out and grabbed a large slice of meat-laden pizza, devouring half in a single cheese-stretching bite. “Mmmm~” she hummed, following it up with another chomp to finish it. “Y’know, -URRPH!- I always wanted to spread peace and love with my voice, but I’ve learned you can do that in a lot of ways, like with food!” She grabbed a slice in each hand and took greedy, alternating bites, dripping oil and sauce atop the once pristine fabric covering her breasts. “I’ve never been happier since I’ve let my appetite run wild!” Licking her doughy fingers slowly for the assembled crowd, she flashed another winning smile. “Sure, I may weigh five times what I used to, but that hasn’t stopped me, and it shouldn’t stop you from living your life to the fullest! -HOUUURPH!-” Uta’s microphone squealed as her belch exploded across it. 

“Now, let’s finish this pizza! What are your favorite toppings?” She asked her fans, basking in the eager shouts that followed. A chunk of glazed ham fell into her cavernous cleavage line, prompting her to lean forward and fish it out slowly from the sweaty crevasse before popping it into her mouth. “Mmm~” Uta’s visible eye cringed slightly as a rough -FRAAAP!- exploded from her sweaty rear end. “That wasn’t so musical sounding, was it?” she joked, giving her behind a hearty slap. The twin slabs of flab jiggled and rocked from the impact.

“Now, onto the deep-fried meats! I’ve become a total carnivore lately, I wonder if it shows?” She raised one arm, releasing a fresh wave of dizzying body odor from her pits. Uta pinched and shook the massive flabby underhang of blubber draping her limb. “I feel more meaty by the day!” Uta crammed hunk after hunk of meat into her mouth, eagerly chewing back a fatty glob of fried pork and swallowing with a gulp. “The only problem is after a really big meal, it’s hard to sing! I keep getting interrupted by -HOURRRPH!- little hiccups like that!” Spittle flew out into the crowd from the belch as she stuffed more fried foods into her drooling mouth. “I don’t even feel a little full yet, everyone!” She slapped her belly dough and unleashed another monstrous belch. “Do I look full?”  

Uta finished off the pile of meat in mere minutes, slurping at her fingers and licking her lips between eager bites. “-BOUURPH!- Delicious!~” she cooed as more sloppy flatulence erupted from her hindquarters. She pulled the twenty-serving rice bowl over to herself, pressing it against her ample, jiggling breasts. “You’ll all have to forgive my lack of manners, but I’m still starving!” Uta pressed her doughy face into the greasy, sauce-drenched rice and began gorging, chewing back mounds of of the stuff without lifting her head from the bowl. Her hindquarters erupted with a jet of hot flatulence. A sudden “-BWOOORPH!-” echoed into the bowl, sending grains of rice flying in all directions. “I think -Nom! Munch! I’m gonna need some dessert -Chomp! Gulp!- after this! -HOURRRPH!-” 

Uta’s crowd cheered as she finished her oversized meal, cheerfully venting gas from both ends as she pushed the bowl away. “Done!” she chirped, lifting her arms up to stretch. Her dress split along its sides with a definitive -FRRRIIPPP!- revealing her thick, creased side rolls. 

“Uh oh!” Uta gasped, clapping a hand to her lips as a surprised -PHHRAPPP!- of gas burst loudly from her hindquarters. The singer rose to cover herself, but the movement only created another massive tear in the damp fabric down her back, stretching all the way to the crease of her buttocks. Uta reached behind her to tug at the tear, but only managed to create a massive rip down her belly. “Looks like this is more of a show than I anticipated!” Slightly nervous -phraap!-s of gas sputtered out of her sizable rump as her dress fell off her body, revealing her overtaxed white underwear. Her breasts looked poised to explode from her bra’s confines, and her panties were invisible, hidden beneath the hang of her belly and between the hills of her rump cheeks. 

“I think I need to jump backstage and squeeze into something else, everyone!” Uta announced, her cheeks blushing red. “But don’t worry, we’ll be right back with dessert!” Waving at her fans and jiggling her upper arms, she waddled briskly to the curtains, her enormous behind shifting and shaking as she did.