Tomo-Chan is a Feeder?!

Tags: XWG, Stuffing, Messy eating, mentions of sweat, Cute thruple enjoying their fat

Hope you all enjoy! This was an incredibly fun story for me to write. I will be working on some other tomboy stuff for this month, OC in that case though.

--- Seen Through ---

Tomo Aizawa walked with her arms around her two friends, happier than she had ever been. The trio had just finished with a trip out shopping which had ended with a lengthy stop at an ice cream parlor. Now, Tomo escorted her friends through the romantically lit streets on their way back to their various houses. Tall and boyish, despite her large chest, Tomo held the bags which her two friends had picked up. Even though they were stuffed with clothes, she walked with them easily. Not one did the bags slip down the redhead’s arms, staying tucked just over the rolled up sleeves of her hoodie. Tomo, her hands freed, was able to catch sly squishes of her friend’s bellies. Try as she might to hide it, Tomo had a fascination with fat. 

“Tomo. . let me go.” Misuzu Gundou, small and fierce as ever, snapped at her friend. Personal touch was high on the list of things that Misuzu hated, along with cuteness and men. “It’s bad enough I let you talk me into stopping there.” Misuzu sighed, tugging at her tight shirt. She was fastidious in her laundry preparation. There was little chance that it had shrunk in the wash. The belly poking into the shirt was yet further evidence. She tugged on her ponytail, thrown over one shoulder, as she fumed about her weight gain. 

“Tomooooo-chaaaan!” Carol Olson sang in her dreamy, far off voice. She bobbed her head back and forth, large breasts following in step. “Are you making us chubby on purpose?” Carol asked, her ever present smile growing. She patted her stomach. “I wasn’t bouncy here before.” Whatever Carol’s true feelings were, they were hidden behind niceness so thick that a person would struggle to lift it. 

“What!” Tomo jerked upright, hands retracting in an instant. She turned beat red, steam practically coming out of her ears. “Wh-why-why would I ever do that?” 

“Tomoooooo-chaaaaan is a feeder, Misuzu-chan. . .we had better look out.” Carol’s voice was sweet but monotone. She looked past Tomo. Misuzu turned her head quickly, making her small belly bounce. Carol jiggled her own in sympathy. “Tomo, do you want to make us fat?” Carol cut through conversations and misdirection like a hot knife through butter. 

“I. . .aah. . .” Tomo grappled her with sexuality and the neckline of her hoodie. Her blush turned as crimson as her hair. “Yeah. . .I do.” Tomo managed to get the words out only because she knew that Carol would drag them out of her if she did not. “I like. . .fat women.” 

“Ugh!” Misuzu made a disgusted noise. 

“Oooooh. . .I seee.” Carol hummed. Rather than pulling away, she snuggled up to Tomo. she pressed her warm, fledgling bulk against Tomo’s straight and narrow musculature. “I think I could be into that. . .if you fed me lots of cute things!” Carol was a sponge for affection. Neither lewd nor slatternly, Carol simply wanted to drink up love and closeness. Her arms hugged Tomo. “I think I could be an even better hugger if I was big. What do you think?” Her voice was warm, but lost none of its high pitched sweetness. “From now on, you can give me all of the food you would have given to Mizusu. I’ll double in size.” Carol winked. 

Tomo was about to respond, but felt a shove against her other side. Wordlessly, Misuzu had shoved her way into the hug. “No. She will just have to make us both big.” Unwilling to let herself get bested by Carol, Misuzu had thrown herself headlong into the threesome. Tomo dropped her arms, the motion feeling as natural as walking. She cupped her hands around the softest parts of the two girls. She lifted her head up, eyes bulging from the pressure of somehow landing both of her friends as feedees. “No slacking, Tomo. Don’t mess this up.” Misuzu threatened. 

“Of course not! We will start tomorrow!” Tomo said, already thinking of how best to motivate her girls. 

--- Questionable Methodology ---

“Come on girls! Move those forks!” Tomo shouted through a plastic bullhorn. A folding table had been set up in the gym and laden with food. All manner of dishes had been strewn about. Tomo had worked hard to cobble together a plan of gaining for Misuz and Carol to follow. They had begun weeks ago. In addition to letting the girls graze whenever and however they saw fit in their off time, there were planned stuffing sessions. When originally announced, Carol and Misuzu had been excited for the stuffing. Each was more than willing to get cozy with Tomo whilst being pumped full of food. The reality, however, had ended up being something completely different. “Up! Bite! Refill!” Tomo called, scooting towards the table. 

Misuzu grabbed her fork like a dagger, fried chicken still stuck to the end of it. “No. . .that is not the way.” Carol put her chubby hand atop Misuzu’s own plump paw. She spoke like a shaman, trying to lead the other woman towards a better path. For her trouble, Carol earned a cheek pull from Misuzu. The shorter woman leaned across her seat, plump butt squashing the cushion below it. Her belly thumped on the underside of the table as she moved; stuffed and huge. It felt like she had been eating for hours, though the true time was less than twenty minutes. Redness had grown across her belly as the deluge of food had continued. Misuzu tugged on Carol’s cheek, thumb sinking into the growing puddle of chub. 

“Oooooow. . .Missscchuzu-chan. . .isccch hard. . .mmmghph. . .to eat.” Carol blushed, smiled, and ate through the torment. She was more than used to her black haired frienemy’s torments. They had gotten more frequent after the thruple had formed, both women vying for Tomo’s attention, affection, and food. However, Misuzu no longer had the stamina to fully enact her wrath. Already she was stopping, slumping down in her chair and dropping her hand. It fell first onto one of Carol’s bra busting breasts and then onto her stomach. Misuzu would normally never have touched the blonde, but she was too worn out by the stuffing to remove her hand. Instead it swam in a pond of American fat. Carol laughed, enjoying the closeness with her tormentor. However, the fun was not meant to last. 

“Girls!” Tomo shouted through the bullhorn, waving a little flag to get their attention. “We have BIG meals to finish! Back to it!” She called, smacking her hand on the table. Tomo might have kept on pressing her friend, but the look she received from Misuzu was scary enough to get her to back off. The black haired woman hauled herself up, stomach making her shirt ride up. Tomo chanced damnation by dodging forward to push another plate towards Misuzu. It clinked upon the other one. Misuzu grumbled, too tired and stuffed to argue. She picked up her fork and started to haul food into her face once more. The plate of fried food before her seemed insurmountable, a tower of folly drenched in honey and butter. 

“Ooooo. . .BBBRRRUUUUUUP. . .this iscch. . .mmmmhhmmm. . .schooo good!” Carol gushed with her mouth open, packing it even fuller. Her cheeks wobbled up and down, matching her breasts. The bright blush marks had only grown brighter as Carol’s face was stretched from the stuffing. Below the table her stomach rolled out onto her lap, as big and puffy as a pregnant woman’s. Carol’s belly was cloud-white, decorated with a sunset redness from how much food she had eaten. The American woman had never been much for sports, but competitive eating held promise. The stretch of her tummy was equal parts pain and pleasure. Carol hummed even as her stomach begged her not to stuff anything else in. When she could spare a moment, she would reach down and massage her belly a little. Hands that were creamy and smooth caressed a belly that had the consistency of a polished bowling ball. There seemed to be no room left. “BBBRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!” Carol belched, her voice changing from the doll like femininity it usually had. “UUURRRRUU-LLLLOOORROOP!” Another belch came seconds after. The blonde felt her belly shift as gasses were expunged. “Excuse me.” Carol said, beaming. She went to bow in apology, and accidentally squished her face into a cake that Tomo was bringing over. “Mmmmgghphh. . .exsscchuscch thisscch. . .mmmgghph. . .ascch well.” 

“No, no, keep going!” Tomo cheered as she held the plate. It moved under her hand as the free spirited girl ate. With her pink face and plump features, Carol was looking ever more like a pig. Eating the cake without any utensils or even her hands only added to the comparison. Tomo seethed with perverse excitement, her eyes wide as she watched Carol stuff herself past all expected limits. Tomo grew lightheaded, thinking about how her fantasy had become reality. Not only had she snagged one of her friends as a dedicated feedee, but two. Though, the second needed a little bit more coaxing. Tomo looked over at Misuzu, who had taken a break from her eating. 

“If you say anything to me, I will push this table over.” Misuzu exuded an unhealthy, wrathful aura. A recent handful of food had partially missed her mouth, her consciousness blinking out for a second, and fallen onto her gray sweater. Her mouth hung open even after she finished talking. Misuzu had always been a frail, underdeveloped woman. Tomo had hoped the feedings and extra calories might breathe more life into her. Though Misuzu looked sick from the stuffing and other previous ones, the redhead was not willing to give up her hypothesis. 

“Come on! Just a little bit more, like Carol is doing.” Tomo swiveled the plate of cake towards her black haired girlfriend. Carol came along, not stopping her gorging. Tomo edged the plate closer to Misuzu. “There’s a little room here for you!” 

“Absolutely. . .uuurrruup. . .not.” Tomo had never heard a scornful belch before, but Misuzu managed it with ease. “I would never share a trough with her.” 

At that Carol lifted her head. It was dripping with frosting, replacing the makeup she had skillfully applied that morning. “Ooooh Misuzu-chan. . .uuurruup. . .pretty soon we’ll be so big there isn’t a choice!” Carol beamed. Tomo jerked upright as the words hit her. Misuzu made a noise of disgust. 

“I’m just going to eat all of your food.” Misuzu threatened, her dark energy returning with a vengeance.

“Yoooouuureee welcome to. . .mmmgghphh. . .try!” Carol playfully nosed through the cake. Tomo felt blood rushing to her head. She was only able to keep conscious by returning to her feeding methods. 

“Ok! Chit-chat is over!” Tomo set the cake plate down, not minding that it landed in another semi-eaten meal. Food splattered onto Carol and Misuzu’s clothes. Tomo considered apologizing, but figured it could work to get the ladies accustomed to a new life. They would not have the luxury of remaining clean much longer. Their entire beings would be drenched in food and calories. Every part of them would be buried under a deluge of food, and only to be replaced with another as soon as they ate their way out. “Mouth open! Mouth closed!” The bullhorn had appeared in Tomo’s hand as if by magic. 

Misuzu grumbled, almost wanting to fall out of her chair and crawl away. A stray belch from Carol snapped her back into reality. If the pink piglet was going to gain for Tomo, Misuzu could do no differently. She refused to be the girlfriend that lost. She wanted all of Tomo’s attention. Eventually the feedings would slow down, turning into something lurid and pleasurable. Tomo would want to sample the bodies she had built and fattened up. Misuzu would not miss that chance. She groaned and pulled herself back up. Her hands scooped up honey drenched rolls. She shoved one into her mouth, eating again. Her quick eyes darted towards Carol. She would not let the blonde outpace her. The thought of being overtaken made her bloodboil. Misuzu stuffed her stomach anew, falling into the rhythm of Tomo’s chants. There was no time to assess the effectiveness of her girlfriend’s methods, only to eat. 

The effectiveness of Tomo’s work became ever more apparent as the days went on. Carol and Misuzu filled their stomachs over and over again, eating until they were fit to burst. The two gainers of the thruple were driven like dogs day in and out. Tomo never relented or relaxed, making Misuzu and Carol eat as if their lives depended on it. Those were long, hard stuffings. However, they started to take effect. As the meals were consumed and stomachs began to stretch, Misuzu and Carol found themselves changing. Further, they found themselves changing in ways that no one could predict. Tomo, with her lusts now bared to her partners, had tampered with forces beyond her knowledge. 

--- The Results of Tomo’s Work ---

“Move. . .BBBBLLLLEERRUUUPP. . . over. . .your breasts. . .uuuggh. . .keep. . .hitting me.” Misuzu wheezed as she and Carol made their way laboriously down the hallway of the karaoke bar. Her voice was no less venomous for how airy it had become. Each step brought more of Carol’s fat crashing upon her own folds. The hallway of the karaoke bar was tight and narrow, meant for slightly proportioned Japanese people. Even just one of the two hogs would test the limits of the space between doors. In their rush to sit down and relieve their taxed legs, Misuzu and Carol had scrunched into the hallway, waddling abreast of one another. Their fat squeezed and squished against each other, with no room for relief or separation. Even when one of the two would lurch to the side, cast out of step by an extra hefty swing of their flab, the walls would send them bouncing back into each other. On their own, the heavy, lurching, ponderous steps of either woman would have caused a storm of jiggles. Together, however, the two were an inescapable prison of constant movement. One that was starting to bother Misuzu.

“Soooowwweeeey. . .uuuuhhhfffh. . .Misscch. . .Zuuu. . .shaaaan.” Carol’s voice had degraded into sweet vocal sludge, matching her body completely. She wore what had once been a stylish, white sweatshirt. Unfortunately, it had long been ruined by the blonde’s body composition and perspiration. There were stylized roses on the sweater, though the sweat which Carol pumped out had bled the color off of them and onto her soft skin. Her body had turned ever more pink as the dye coursed down and under the fabric, running as secret rivers between rolls. Carol exhaled a cute puff of steamy breath as her and Misuzu’s fat came into deep and loving contact. At 800 pounds, there was little choice of where Carol’s fat went. Her breasts sloshed atop her grand stomach, which Tomo had spent long and loving minutes shoving below the waistband of her matching sweatpants. “But. . .your breasts are. . .uuuhhff. . .bigger. . .ssscchouldn’t you. . .wasscch out. . .more?” Carol asked, leaving her tongue out as Misuzu’s mammaries came rushing back onto her wide belly. 

Misuzu’s breasts had grown explosively, absorbing calories at a rate that was as intensely seductive as it was scary. She had burst her bras with the same ease that her plump fingers cracked open soda cans. The snap of back straps and release of tension as familiar as the cracking of furniture. For a woman with masochistic tendencies, Misuzu did not mind the constant chorus of destruction that her body conducted on the world around her. Likewise, she did not mind becoming forever victorious in the war of breast size. With breasts that could be used as small couches, there was little chance of Carol ever catching up. It was tempting to think that their body shapes had inverted, but that was only wishful thinking to give Carol her own false blessings. The truth was that Misuzu had taken to gaining readily, her body made to be a ponderous inconvenience to those around her. Yet, something of an inversion had taken place. Clothes and furniture were not the only things broken down by the constant, loving wear of fat upon the two women.

“Sscchoo. . .BBBEEELLLEERUUUP. . .move them. . .haaaah. . .Carol.” Misuzu’s voice took on a strange tone. She tried to raise a hand to push away her partner in flab. Either because of tiredness or something else, she let her flabby paw drop. However, the gap in which it rested had been filled by the unending blubber between the two. Rather than being tucked into Misuzu’s mass, the black haired woman’s hand rested on Carol’s hip. The thick, clumsy digits reflexively curled around the fat on display. Her plump fingers toyed with Carol’s sumptuous fat, squeezing and pulling on it. The big woman stopped in her tracks as she felt desire welling up in her heart. Her fingers sunk ever deeper into Carol’s mass of sweaty fat. Misuzu hated the thoughts welling up in her mind. Yet, she did not deny them. 

Fat had become the central tenet in Carol and Misuzu’s lives. Their bodies burst forth with jiggling, sumptuous blubber that was further garnished in food stains and sweat. They were hyper-obese and in the waning days of their mobility. Carol’s suggestion about the two growing inescapably close because of their raw size had been proven correct. The pair of hogs shoved through doors together, bellies pushing humongous asscheeks. When they ate, often taking food from each other’s plates, their bodies would rub against each other. Sitting on couches with Tomo, Misuzu and Carol felt mostly each other. They were two seas of fat, boundaries constantly intermingling. As much as Misuzu had wanted to fight it in the beginning, both the circumstance of romance and her own body forced her closer to the annoying blonde. Finally, even her own heart was betraying her. 

WHUMP! The walls and even the foundations of the karaoke bar shuddered as Carol’s immense body was pushed against it. Misuzu had turned far quicker than her 900 pound body would have suggested. Her stomach bulldozed through Carol’s soft mass, forcing the other woman back. Already guessing where things were leading, Carol gave a cute squeak and raised her heavy arms. Sacks of arm fat dripping with sweat sagged down. They shook, Carol far too weak to keep her hands held up. Thankfully, Misuzu was there to support her. The shorter, wider woman waddled forward, immense breasts further pinning Carol to the wall. Misuzu fumbled past entire yards of blubber, first her own and then Carol’s, in order to reach the fat swaddled wrists. She clamped onto them with thick and clumsy fingers. Misuzu wheezed, forcing herself on. Carol and Misuzu met like runaway bags of cream. A wet slap issued from between their paunches. Unable to move anymore, Misuzu relied on gravity to carry her further into Carol’s fat. Her gigantic breasts spread outward, hugging Carol in a way far more intimate than arms could manage. 

“I’m so much. . .BBBBUUURRUUP. . .bigger than you.” Misuzu wheezed. She licked her lips, showing how much plumper they were. Each haggard breath made her body rub against Carol’s. “I just keep. . .getting. . .fatter.” Two sets of chins set atop well padded breasts hovered closer to each other. Misuzu shared her warmth with Carol, their bulky bodies combining to be a raging inferno of blubber. Sweat dripped down their face, ducking past lips to hide in their chins. The sugary smell of their last shared meal was passed back and forth as they wheezed and huffed. 

“I always. . .BBBBOOOOORRRUUP. . .wanted you to. . .Misuzu-chaaaan.” Carol’s belches had only grown more guttural as she had gained weight. Her belly shook, sending ticklish flutters throughout the rest of her. Carol was weak from lust. She was now so fat that her normal girlish movements were impossible. She could not move one leg behind the other, nor hold her hands behind her back (even if they were freed). Fat, gluttony, and Tomo’s plans had swindled Carol of her natural femininity in so many ways, though it had given her other gifts. Lust, raw and untempered, pumped through her bloodstream. She was as agitated as Misuzu, though without the self-denial. She was a buttery bowl of fat, and wanted to be kissed and stroked all day long. Misuzu’s frothing anger only made things more intense. She panted, so lovestruck that she almost felt sick. Misuzu’s sacks of breast blubber overpowered her own chest easily, just as her gut was pushed to one side. As always, Misuzu dominated her. This time, however, the outcome might be more to Carol’s liking. “What are. . .you. . .BBBBOOOOOORRRUUP. . .going to do?” Seconds later, a thick pair of lips took her own. 

Misuzu bulldozed her way forward through both her and Carol’s fat. Her body overwhelmed the gelatin mass of her blonde lover. She had tried for so long to ignore the rising passion in her body. Now, however, it was undeniable. She kissed messily. Whilst women like Carol seemed innately born with sexual prowess, Misuzu only had raw passion. She kept carol pinned against the wall, kissing and licking the slightly thinner woman. Misuzu’s 900 pounds grappled with Carol’s 800, mirroring what was happening with their lips. “I’m going to. . .aaaah. . .” Misuzu panted, already running out of energy. It was hard to motivate her body to anything other than eating. “. . .Haahh. . .uuuggh. . .going to. . .devour. . .huuufffh. . .you.” Misuzu spoke into Carol’s chins, head dipping as she wavered. It was a race against time to see if Misuzu could quell her lust before collapsing. She returned to kissing Carol, though her arms were starting to slip. 

“Misscchuzzuu. . .mmmmhhmm. . .chan!” Carol said through sloppy kisses. She returned them, feeling her lover’s body in a way she had never experienced before. Even at her softest, Misuzu had been hard on Carol. Now, however, she was melting into rivers of sweat and carnality. Only, the nearly-immobile woman was tiring too quickly. Carol’s arms were soon freed, with Misuzu’s flopping back down to her sides. Carol squashed her sausage fingers into the black haired woman’s breasts, taking an opportunity she might never have again. She had never felt breasts so tender, even counting her own. Carol bumped her own belly against Misuzu’s. The larger wall of blubber had melted and molded over her own. Carol giggled. “Keeep going.” She urged Misuzu on, feeling weak herself. Misuzu thumped Carol back with a pump of her hips and gut. The two boulders collided with a resounding smack and cascading jiggles. Misuzu tried to waddle forward, but her legs gave out. 

The fatter woman toppled backwards, landing first on her gigantic ass. Misuzu seemed surprised, almost unaware that she had fallen over. She wobbled back and forth, unable to keep her mass upright. Carol watched with growing lust as Misuzu’s buttcheeks thumped up and down, her breasts slapping against her gut. Then Misuzu topped over, making her belly into a mountain. Carol could resist no longer. She waddled forward, her immensity moving awkwardly. She felt weak, her knees buckling from something other than her weight. She flopped down onto Misuzu, spreading her arms wide as if trying to spread a sheet across a bed with all of her limbs. The two oceans of fat met in a spray of sweat, their sweats popping throughout the various seams. Carol and Misuzu’s bellies molded together, looking like twin yoga balls trying to mate. Carol allowed gravity to work for her, bringing her lips down to Misuzu again. The two kissed until they no longer could. Beyond even being too tired, they kissed until they lost consciousness. 

The last thing that Misuzu could remember was Carol rolling off of her, the thud sending yet more pleasant vibrations through her fat. She faded into dreamy oblivion, eagerly excited for when she could wake up and resume her fun. 

--- Tomo cares for her blobs ---

“Yeeesh, what got into you two?” Tomo asked as she patted Misuzu’s face. The other woman awoke with a fluttering of her eyelids and chins. Tomo rubbed her belly, gently massaging Misuzu’s bulky blubber. The sporty redhead’s hand sunk deep into the flab. She toyed with the blubber, rubbing Misuzu back into full consciousness. “You know the staff wasn’t exactly happy that you two passed out in the hallway. . .especially with what you had been doing.” Tomo smiled, her grin goofy and full of genuine love and lust. She leaned down and kissed Misuzu, pushing up a cheek that was nearly as big as her head. Tomo’s hand traveled upwards, seeking out one of Misuzu’s breasts. Tomo broke away only to finish the story, knowing it would be all the more erotic for everyone involved. “It’s a good thing I started traveling with your crane everywhere. Otherwise you two would still probably be stuck.” Tomo returned to kissing Misuzu. 

“Awww. . .HHHHEEERRRLLUUURRUUP. . .I wanted to. . .haaah. . .be schtuck with. . .BEERREERRUUUP. . .Mischuzu-chan.” Carol belched herself back awake. Her voice was even more faint than usual, but her eyes were radiant. The blush had not left her cheeks and it was obvious that she wanted any attention she could get. She was quick to get her request granted, with Tomo moving to smother her with caresses. 

Misuzu stared at the ceiling, realizing that she and Carol had been lifted into one of the private karaoke rooms. It was small, made even more enclosed by how much bulk she and Carol took up. Near the couches, which either woman could break with only a fraction of their weight, rested a well used crane. Misuzu smiled, recognizing the warping that her fat had caused. She settled back into her flab, using her own blubber as pillow and mattress. Tomo was between her and Carol, holding the only patch of floor left between them. Misuzu raised a hand and squeezed Tomo’s butt. She grinned with satisfaction as Tomo jumped. “Hey. . .get your. . .kicks off. . .later.” Misuzu wheezed. “I’m hungry.” she said moments before a gigantic gurlge and roar echoed out from her belly. 

“Oooooh. . .mee too!” Carol tried to flap her arms. She was pleased to find that one of them was trapped under Misuzu’s wayward breast. Squeezing and toying with fat softer than anything on her own body, Carol waited for Tomo to acquiesce to their newest demand. She looked down at her gut, which rose like a gummi mountain. It would only be getting bigger.

“You two are too much!” Tomo said as she hopped past them and back to the crane. “You really need to learn how to enjoy yourselves.” The tomboy spoke as she grabbed buckets of ice cream stashed out of sight, along with very worn and familiar feeding tubes. She put the food and feeding implements on the crane, rolling it slowly over to her girlfriends. The tubes slotted perfectly into custom attachments made on the arm of the crane. Tomo raised it up, taking slack out of the feeding tubes. She then lovingly placed the tubes in either woman’s mouth. Carol and Misuzu licked and nibbled on them in anticipation. Though, before Tomo could start the feeding proper, they switched their tubes. The blobbish pair were happy to share a rather unique, indirect kiss. Tomo, noticing the crossed tubing, said little. Instead she hefted up one of the jugs of ice cream. It had been melting whilst Carol and Misuzu slumbered, slowly coming to the correct consistency. “This can’t always be about feeding.” Tomo finished, playfully ignorant of how she had run their lives recently. She then started to pour the ice cream. 

The sugary sludge entered the funnels and moved with slow intention down the tubing. Tomo switched between the two pipes with skill, making sure that both women had equal portions. She watched as the goop flowed down, chilling the plastic as it went. Carol and Misuzu could not wait patiently, instead starting to suck on the tubes. The coaxed the goop out, taking as deep of breaths as the taxed chests would allow. Finally, their cheeks began to bulge and fill. Tomo only poured more food into the feeding tubes, not allowing a break. She knew the two wouldn’t want her to take it easy. She stole glances at her girlfriends, watching their stomachs rise further with each gulp. Both women were intent on their food, bobbing their head in sync with their sucks and slurps. The feeding quickly turned messy as excitement overwrote good manners. Melted cream dripped down their chins, flooding their already stained clothing. 

Tomo, after she had emptied the first tub, ran over to her girlfriends. She nestled between them, feeling their bodies jiggle and undulate against her muscular frame. It was glorious to be buried under such blubber and fat. She bobbed upon the rolls like a cork in an ocean. Her arms spread under either woman’s head, better supporting them as they fed for her amusement. Their bellies pushed further up, splitting the waistband of their pants. A redness was starting to dance across their blubber. The vivid blush of eating too much matched Tomo’s hair. She hugged her girlfriends tighter, pulling them into her bust. Once it had been the largest of the three. Now, she utterly failed to place in the contest of chests. The only real claim Tomo had anymore was that she was the tallest. Even that might not be true when they sat, given how pillowy Carol and Misuzu’s rears were now. 

Misuzu and Carol continued to chug, forcing more and more ice cream down their throats. Ever more they pushed towards total immobility. Soon little field trips like this would be impossible. The two women would be bed bound before long, maybe even bigger. Tomo smiled, happy that she had encouraged them as she had. The life that the thruple was building was second to none. As she massaged Misuzu and Carol’s cheeks, a memory came to her. She laughed, considering the memory. It was funny, thinking that she had almost asked Carol and Misuzu to fatten her up.