A Paradise for Pigs (One Piece Slob Transformation/Farting Story)

Nami heaved herself to her bare feet (her poor sandals were found ripped to shreds when she woke up) with a groan then wrapped her meaty arms around Robin. Nami squeezed Robin tight and lifted her up off the ground, spurring a grumble from her starving friend until Nami set Robin down. Never at any point did Nami put her meat aside even with it brushing against Robin’s back.

“You’ve got to try this pork,” Nami gushed. “It’s delicious! And best of all, it came pre-cooked and hot! I don’t know who made it, but I just found it sitting out here on some leaves without any footprints or nothing,”

Robin couldn’t help but squint as Nami’s eyes lit up like fireworks. She was as beautiful as the day before, her dimples glowing at the ends of her rosy cheeks, although her arms were twice as plump with a small hint of sagging skin gently bouncing from her forearms that extended to her pits. Then Nami squeezed Robin by an extra few inches and her friend’s jaw went slack at the thing that sent a fire running across her chest. What remained of Nami’s bra began to seep into her breasts which oozed out against Robin until Nami mercifully released her; a stark contrast to her top, which had been reduced to a set of emerald threads that held her breasts together as best they could. 

The cool breeze of the island’s winds settled Robin’s nerves with a huff of the familiar meat she once remembered. She sat down beside Nami yet kept her head craned sideways, her mind wandering off to a forgotten sense of warmth. It couldn’t have been her breasts, she knew that much for certain, but she swore it tingled her beneath Nami’s chest around her stomach. Then Robin’s own stomach growled and she shook her neck before snatching Nami’s snack out of her hand.

“Well don’t be hasty, let me try some!” Robin pleaded. “I haven’t eaten anything since we got to this stinkin’ place,”

Nami handed the roasted pork chop on a stick and gave a gleeful snort. “Don’t eat it all in one bite!”

“Oh, snrk! Quiet. I know what I’m doing.”

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