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2024-02-14 16:48:51 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 33

Bigger portions? Dear girl. You’re already well on your way to being as comparably soft as our lead inventor!

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2024-02-09 08:00:11 +0000 UTC View Post

Cakes for Cu-pudgy!

It turns out that Emi's cake is better than expected, and our birthday girl's belt is much less durable~

This pic takes place shortly after the most recent Katawa Short, The First Bite! I hope everyone's enjoying her birthday as much as she is! <3

Immense thanks to BWS this sketch! This might be the fattiest Lilly we've ever gotten, heheh!! Please check out and follow their accounts!

2024-02-08 00:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post

Katawa Shorts #5: The First Bite

The first bite was always her favorite.

Lilly’s keen sense of smell had picked up the freshly baked scent of the chocolate cake as she was jiggling into her massive skirt. She’d felt herself coo with excitement and her fattened immensity rumbled with a pleasant warmth, but she knew she couldn’t just waddle out in search of her prize just yet.

She was still in the middle of being undressed.

Her husband chuckled; no doubt aware of his wife’s spoiled appetite. Lilly felt herself blush and grin as his soft touch became stronger and he pulled himself tighter around her back. “Excited?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she answered.

Her stomach was much more honest, replying with a quivering want to his massaging hands. Hisao couldn’t reach all the way to the clasp of Lilly’s skirt, but she loved the sensation of his touch on her softness.

She tried to picture what she looked like, what they looked like. The buttery folds of fat on her thighs, how little his waist felt on her wide backside. She could imagine his broad chest, strong with muscle, tensing around her body, smothered with princessly fat. She felt herself blushing with delight as she felt the smile in his face as he kissed her bare shoulders and what little remained of her thick, fatty neck.

Then she felt as his hands came beneath her biceps, reaching beneath her lace bra to grip the marshmallow that were her round, heavy breasts. She gasped and flushed and moaned ever pleasantly as his teeth nibbled down on her shoulder.

Lilly stopped thinking with her mind, and her tummy took over.

The clasps popped free. Her breasts hung heavy, her stomach tumbled out. Her husband helped her rock back and forth, dancing out of her lacy panties.

She’d expected to be done in only a handful of minutes. The outfit her husband had picked out for her birthday was simple, light, and tight in all the right places (most importantly, how her massive vanilla muffintop spilled over the belt).

However, rather than leaning to the dresser to pick up her white top and cute angel wings, Lilly felt her great weight shifting to turn towards her husband.

She reached for him. Found him. Found the buttons on his shirt.

“What are you doing?” he chuckled.

Lilly let her blind eyes open, turned up to blush into what she knew was his handsome grin. She was big enough now that her naked stomach reached almost further than her hands. She could feel him against her when it rumbled, and she let it speak for her.

The first button came undone.

“We have guests,” Hisao smirked. “Emi baked you a cake. We shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

The second came free. Lilly’s touch went to his bare neck. “We won’t be long,” she breathed, before placing her lips to his throat. “I want this… now…”

Hisao sighed happily, and Lilly couldn’t help but tremble with the same scandalous excitement that she always had when her and her husband were being naughty.

She allowed herself that first bite on his neck, and together, husband and wife fed their incredibly spoiled appetites.

2024-02-07 23:36:43 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 32

Don’t be mean… Lilly can’t help herself. Everything in here is just so tasty!

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2024-02-02 08:00:09 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 31

Mmm… massive jugs……

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2024-01-26 08:00:08 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 30

How quickly a pair of noisy bellies can unite rivals together~

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2024-01-19 08:05:08 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Pages 29 & 29.5

Not quite the mouthful of melon that she may have expected~

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2024-01-12 08:00:08 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 28

It’s a good thing those cups don’t show the nutritional information... Tea-Licious may go down easy, but the calorie count might make you wonder if they misplaced a 0 or two~

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2024-01-05 19:17:13 +0000 UTC View Post

Married Life: Cake and Curves

The only reason she hasn’t had a slice is because she baked a test cake to snack on earlier~

Today’s Hisao’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than by feeding your wife your own birthday cake?

Massive thank you to BWS for this amazing piece. She looks so tender and motherly, I’ve really grown to like this size for Lilly! Please check out their other post on their accounts!

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2024-01-05 01:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post

Winter’s Warmth: A Perfect Reflection~

This one was super fun to work on, staring Chloe and Auvie for a series I did for Better-With-Salt, Winter’s Warmth! This one came together perfectly, I adore how it’s clear that the same dress fits our two ladies very differently~

Auvie’s drinking in the moment, while Chloe’s trying not to notice that her festive ‘twin’ is almost lost beneath her chest and her gut!!

Massive thank you to UltraGuest for this wonderful artwork! Please follow him at

And that’s it!! I hope everyone enjoyed a fluffy holiday full of festive fatties!!! ☺️

2023-12-26 04:59:05 +0000 UTC View Post

CF: More Sweets Than They Can Chew!!

Another Christmas artwork, this time staring some of our factory favorites! Lilly and Misha have managed to pause their e̶n̶d̶l̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶s̶n̶a̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ dietary diligence for a sweet Christmas treat! Though she sent of baked hams seems to have excited Lilly’s heart rate and lead to the poor girl making a mess of her outfit~

Huge thanks to Rtil for this one! He did a normal fats as well as a Kandy Katawas edit, and I managed to add some little tweaks and nudges to try and make sure they looked perfect! Additional thanks to Nagatomunch and Blast for their help with the lighting and blueberry shading!!

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2023-12-26 04:18:58 +0000 UTC View Post

Weight Watchers: Stocking Stuffer

This one’s a holiday artwork that’s paired with a Hololive series I’ve done some work for! Kronii’s being very well spoiled as the main attraction of her Auntie’s Christmas party! She’s still struggling a bit with Japanese but there’s one word she’s becoming more and more familiar with…

“Debu!”

“Debu!!”

“Debu!!!”

Check out the story for this series here: https://www.deviantart.com/undertaker33/art/Weight-Watchers-Pampered-with-Time-958094639

As with before, immense thanks to Salty and co. for making sure these posts were ready for Christmas! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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2023-12-26 03:47:31 +0000 UTC View Post

Monstrously Merry Christmas! Artwork and Short!

It was supposed to be a simple competition. Grill, garnish, and a little sprinkle of gluttony.

Seven teams of liminal gals had all taken their spots on the stage; each team made up of a cook, a runner, and of course, a glutton. It wasn’t about which team could make the most food, what mattered most was how effective they could use and make sure it wasn’t wasted.

A sprinkle of gluttony, a fun little touch to give the competition some spice. But there, in the center, as girl after girl fell out from her chair, mouths puffing with effort and bellies in the air, the remaining contenders were empty of gluttony.

There was only room for their burgers and pride.

Tohru couldn’t help the groan of relief as the final tie of her corset has finally come free. She’d been picking at it for what seemed like an eternity, her finger unable to undo the tight lace. Her stomach had finally managed to do the work for her, and as the next burger tumbled down her gullet she was aware of how her muffin reached now to her knees.

“You’re going too slow…” came a voice from the other side of her table. “Miss Lucoa’s burgers are beginning to pile up.”

An irritated reply came to Tohru’s lips, but it was suffocated by ketchup and grease and forced back to her throat before into her stomach. She was eating as fast as she possibly could, stretching her mouth to shove half of the burger in with the bite.

Tohru was a dragon! A mythical beast of legend, a creature with such a vast appetite that it had inspired stories for a hundred generations!

Still, she felt herself balk as Kanna placed the next trio of burgers atop of the pyramid and scampered back to where Lucoa bobbed jollily back and forth at the grill.

Another bite, another swallow, and her hand was free. Tohru had just enough time to look at herself and the damage this competition had done as she groaned and reached for her next handful of meat.

She wasn’t sure how many burgers she’d eaten. The stage was soaked in the scent of meats, some of her competitors had chosen chicken or porkbuns as their meal of choice, and Tohru was beginning to feel as if she’d eaten at least one total cow. Her belly was stretched beyond capacity, her thighs and her rear making her chair squeal and groan. She wasn’t sure what had happened to her face, but she felt next mouthful of meat splash grease on her double chin and she knew she was beginning to run out of steam.

But she couldn’t give up! Not yet!! She’d come too far, done too much damage! Her poor cute dress, her sweet slender face…! The motion on her left filled the fire in her eye, she wouldn’t settle for a fat second place!!

The other girl, *Shoebill* the hostess had said, just kept eating. Her arms moved, her naked belly stretched and she jiggled, and she just kept eating and eating and-

“Uuuurrrrrrppp!!” came an eruption of movement.

The fattened dragon paused to blink at the Shoebill, whose eyes looked cross and her face covered in crumbs. She was exhausted, her stomach stuffed pink and a swatch of sweat forming where her breasts were puffed up to her chin.

She watched with a rumble of excitement as the plump partridge sagged back in her seat, and she felt for a moment as if she were sure to win…

And then Shoebill’s gloved hand thunked down on her table as a cheering orange cat called out her name, and the next burger rose up to her lips.

A stitch burst loose on her dress, pale flesh pouring out. She didn’t even seem to notice.

Tohru forced herself onward, an eruption of steam and fire coming up near her nose.

Then, on her right, a different sound. A thickness of movement, slithering from the far side of the stage. It moved over her shoulder, and though she couldn’t see the flash of crimson and the wicked fanged grin, she could imagine it perfectly as the scarlet hostess took center stage between the feasters and threw up her hand to the cheers of the crowd.

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A fun little idea I’d thought up with friends, this story and artwork is part of a three-way gift! The artwork was done by the ever amazing Yummy Sinpie! Please be sure to view all her links and give her your support!!

https://twitter.com/yummysinpie/status/1626701127067619328

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2023-12-26 00:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post

A Vision of Sugar-Plums

Merry Christmas!! :D We've got a whole slew of Christmas posts for posting today, though what better start than a comfy chumby Lilly taking up all the space in your bed on a late Christmas Eve?

This one was done by Better-With-Salt as a sequel to his December Lilly picture that he had done for the calendar all those years back! Lilly's grown just a bit plusher over the years, though she certainly wears her softness so well~

Please check out Salty's other pages for more amazing holiday works, and an extra thank you to his helpers for making sure these posts were colored so lovingly to be shared on time! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

2023-12-25 05:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 26 / 27

Seems like her tummy had a lot to say!

26 / 27 is another double page spread! And it's a good thing too, the girls seem to be taking up more and more room on each page ;D

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2023-12-22 08:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 25

Take it from Lilly, she’s becoming quite the expert at thinking with her tummy!~

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2023-12-13 08:26:04 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 24

PLUMP!

I'd trust Chai's sense of taste, and my eyes are grateful for her sense of invention~ The aerosol has sharpened our girls' senses, and continues to soften their shapely figures!

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2023-11-30 08:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post

MTTCC: Escape from Marshmallow Marsh 2

Of Wardens and Weighty Witches

Shadows moved inside of the fog.

They swelled and they swirled upon air as thick as honey in a kaleidoscope of gray, spinning laughing and dancing around the small redhead. Some of the shadows even seemed to sing.

Rai didn’t know very much about magic. It was life energy, she understood that well enough. It made sense that life should be vital to the creation of any whimsical confection, but the bizarre tingle of power raised the hairs on her neck and breathed chills upon her skin.

She could hear the kiss of sunlight, taste the fruit of a hard day’s labor. It confused the senses, and for a brief moment she was sure she’d begun running upside-down before all of the fog suddenly cleared, and she staggered to a halt before the factory’s Warden.

The supernatural is real. Most people don’t know it exists, in fact most people ‘know’ that it doesn’t. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, go home; there is a comfort to regularity, and it’s hard to explain ‘Magic’ to a board of investors or to place ‘Infusion Ingredients’ on an expense report.

Even if you did know about it, there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to understand. You want to think that everything’s natural. That it’s easy to create life out of sugar, that a confection which is digested in minutes without wasting a calorie is a simple creation, and that it’s only natural for a small cup tea to make a few juicy alterations to a girl’s DNA structure.

After all, chemistry and biology are taught in high school.

And so a song-infused elixir becomes a ‘Sweetie-Bird Soda.’ A sugar-touched lifeform is labeled as a ‘Productive Confection.’ It is easier to understand and explain such labels to the powers that be and the guests who come in, just as it is easier to have a ‘Warden’ on payroll as opposed to a ‘Witch.’

But the eye of the storm has no space for delusions.

Teal and orange bolts snapped against the bright fog. Power crackled, life glowed, and the soft and pale form of the Witch was illuminated. A short woman, a large woman, with a larger presence.

Her hair was white, her eyes a bright orange. She was pleasant in her plumpness, a tight outfit of burgundy and black with a velvet corset that was far more flattering than it could be slimming, showing just enough skin to make the younger girls blush.

Vivi the Witch held a staff in her left hand, the shaft planted against the steel deck. Power traced over the dark oak and through her fingers, diving out from the head to add to the storm before coming back stronger as a strike at the tip of her immense witch’s hat. The bolstered power then swept down through her skin, a colorful swirl which danced under her cheek and through her smooth shoulder, then up through her right arm till it reached her index finger, which was touched to a pink orb that was the size of a baseball that Rai quickly realized was bright bubble gum.

“Warden!” Rai called over the cacophony, and Vivi glanced towards the two girls.

She seemed unable to talk, lifting a finger from her staff in a warning motion before her vision returned back to the bubble. She inhaled, the slight motion somehow louder than the storm, and then blew into the pink bubble until it began to glow.

Then, the glow faded. Nothing had happened.

“What’s she doing?!” Mikasa shouted.

Rai’s lips furrowed. She turned, looking around the storm to see Vivi’s focus. Magic usually required eye contact, at least to see the general spot of the spell, but Rai couldn’t see anything on the catwalks.

She nearly slapped herself when she finally realized that she should be looking down.

Rai went to the guardrail that Vivi’s belly and breasts were pressed up against, ducking to see beneath the Witch’s shadow. She saw first the trees, then the isle, then the stream. She was still searching for the target when Vivi’s staff clapped against the catwalk behind her, and then she saw the bubbles making ripples in the syrup.

The ripples were parted as something bright brown slowly came to the surface, then the unmistakable whiteness of marshmallow scales. Rai gaped as the largest marshmallowgator, the bull of the congregation, was forced to the surface with a reptilian snarl.

For a brief moment, she’d thought that Vivi’s target was the marshmallowgator itself, but soon realized that the white claws were clinging to a bright pink surface. More emerged, bringing the huge gator nearly two inches above the Marshmallow Dark, and then Rai could hear Misha’s bright screams.

Mikasa dropped to Rai’s side. They saw the bull lift its head to slam down on the shell, the other gators surfacing to ram the sides with their snouts. Misha’s shouts became startled yelps, but louder still was the noise from the barrier like splintering glass.

“She’s trapped…” Mikasa breathed.

Rai was already moving, crossing beneath Vivi to rise on her left side, away from the staff and from the bolts to her hat. The Witch’s bright orange eyes watched her, her finger never leaving the pink bubble.

“What can we do?” she asked.

Vivi just looked at her for a moment. Then her eyes dropped, looking down past her chin. For a moment Rai thought that she was looking at her breasts, which… did they seem bigger than just a moment before? She blinked, just watching the heft as the pudgy Witch breathed, and was startled by when the woman stomped a soft thigh and shot her an exasperated look before looking back down.

Rai followed again, this time seeing the large belt tied around the corset. Small leather pouches had been fixed to a chord, each marked by a unique silver clasp. Near the edge, a handful of beakers were arranged into individualized slots.

The redhead turned back up to see the Witch watching her. Vivi looked calm, apparently unbothered by the strength of the storm and the screams from below. She blinked patiently.

“A… potion?” Rai asked.

Vivi nodded. There was a particularly loud *crack,* both from below and attached to her mouth, and the witch turned her focus back onto the bubble, eyebrows narrowing in annoyed concentration.

Rai saw the power from her finger pass through the pink bubble, then saw the fissures that covered its surface. Orange light dove into the cracks, mixing with the bubble before, Rai gasped, becoming it. She looked towards the barrier, then back, nodding as she understood.

“What should we do?”

Vivi motioned down to her left, near where she held her staff. She wasn’t a very big woman, but the Witch of Marshmallow Marsh had a waistline to match, and Rai had to circle ‘round her backside before finding a silver flask tinkering upon the woman’s full waist.

As she reached for the flask, Rai was startled by a noise that sounded like air being forced through a balloon. She looked up towards Vivi’s face, white brows knit in concentration, and watched the woman blowing air into the bubblegum.

The pink glowed brighter, though it did not grow larger. Rai wondered for a moment how that could be, before the noise of rushing wind became wet and heavy. It was a noise that was fat, fatter than even the witch… before her body trembled, and her belly puffed outwards over her burgundy skirt.

“Raaaai!” Mikasa called. “Something’s happening!!!”

Rai moved towards the railing, but was stopped as a bolt of orange energy flashing past the guardrail. She turned back to see Vivi’s orange eyes glaring at her, and Rai had the very sudden impression that the Warden would rather walk away from the spell rather than waddle.

Rai snatched up the string which secured the flask, her fingers amazed by how puffy yet solid the Warden’s waist felt. The outfit was struggling, and Rai could see how the skirt was now held up more by the fullness of Vivi’s buttshelf rather than any structure. Several tears had appeared in the woman’s thighs, and most alarmingly, her pudgy white feet were entirely exposed, swelling with so much energy and weight that her ankles had become cankles, and her shoes had split apart.

“What now?” she asked, holding the flask.

Vivi moved very slowly. Her arms, round and full like marshmallows themselves, came as inward as her full waist and fuller chest would allow, then she exhaled heavily into the glowing pink bubble.

Rai dared a look this time. Beneath them, the fog swirled atop of the surface, flicking Darkest Chocolate over the bull’s stained-white skin. He seemed to snap at it, as if aware of some unseen thing. And then, to its left, Rai gaped as a trail of Darkest Chocolate were lifted from the marsh.

Up, up, a tiny river flowed. It passed through the protective barrier, carried by the Warden’s will, and up to the railing. Rai unstopped the top of the silver flask and the small stream swirled down into it, landing pleasantly with a sound like a fat woman’s giggle.

Rai turned back to Vivi, whose attention seemed to be back on the bubble. She brought the flask closer, offering it to the witch, but the white-haired woman denied her with a simple head twitch.

“I-I have to make it myself?” she asked.

Despite the bright screaming from the girl below, Vivi seemed to grin. She dipped her head slightly to her right and then, with a motion that made Rai blink in surprise, the witch’s very pupil seemed to change and rotate. Her left eye was unchanged, but the orange gem of her right eye swirled and shifted to reform into a large #3.

“T-three?” Rai asked, looking to Vivi’s normal eye.

“Her pockets! She’s got pouches on her belt!” Mikasa called, quickly crossing to come near the witch. “The third pocket? Is that what you mean??”

Rai felt a slight air of relief as Vivi nodded.

Then Mikasa asked, “My third or your third?”

Vivi and Rai both blinked at the larger Kaito.

“Oh, there’s five. The middle one, got it.”

“What??” Rai asked.

“Nothing!”

Mikasa moved forwards. She was taller than Vivi, but the brunette was maybe a third of the Witch’s weight and rapidly losing ground. She had to bend over to reach Vivi’s waist but, to Rai, might have been fussing with something on the other side of the globe. It was becoming all the more apparent that the energy which spilled off of Vivi was indeed moving through her, and more than a little remained jiggling upwards and outwards.

Rai, realizing the sudden emptiness without Misha’s screams, looked down. The bubble was gone, the bull was gone. The surface of the marsh had gone still and silent.

“Jeez, Warden, remind me to get you a new belt… You’re gonna use up all our stretching powder.”

Vivi’s orange eyes seemed to glow with ominous warning, but Mikasa’s hand came free and she reached across the woman’s width, offering to Rai a marshmallow so fluffy and fat that it barely fit into her hand.

Rai took it, looking between it and the seemingly ill-suited flask. “Y-you want me to put…” she asked, looking up to Vivi.

The witch’s nod seemed more emphatic thanks to her new double chin.

The redhead placed the marshmallow against the small top and pushed. The reaction was something… entirely expected, with the topper cutting into the center of the marshmallow and the rest folding over the flask. Rai pushed as far down as she could, feeling as at least some of the fluffy innards made contact with the Deepest Dark within, but when she pulled her hand up the concoction looked more like a fatty white hand grenade than a witch’s potion.

“Uhhhh,” she began, but with a flick of her chins, the orange energy that leapt from Vivi’s hat impacted upon the assembly of silver and sugar, shooting it from Rai’s hand and over the railing. As it spun, Rai had the brief impression that the fattened marshmallow almost seemed to be swelling even larger before it struck the surface of Deepest Dark near where Misha had vanished.

Ripples thrummed from the impact spot, but besides that… nothing. The marsh was unchanged. The magic in the air thrummed silently, and the violent marshland below responded in kind.

“W-was that supposed to…umm… do something?” Mikasa asked.

Vivi didn’t respond, still holding her right hand to her small pink bubble.

Then suddenly, a crash came up from beneath. Both Kaitos jumped as four, then five, then six marshmallowgators came suddenly snarling to the surface of the syrup. They moved erratically, thrashing against the chocolate waters, and Rai spotted the bull snapping at the tail of another which had unwittingly swiped him. They scattered into the nearby ferns, up the slight embankment. Then the Kaitos saw others, creatures of strawberry and the purest snow, predator and prey alike, scurried up and away from the pond around Milk’s Isle.

Which Rai noticed seemed to be growing increasingly white…

Then, with a soft thrum, the pink curve of the bubble began to rise to the surface! Ripples began to rise from the… Milk Chocolate? Rai wanted to hop and clap and laugh like her sister, but there was something happening to the water and she couldn’t help but-

“W-what’s happening?!” she heard Misha’s voice. “Are they gone??”

“Way to go, Warden!” Mikasa chirped, and Rai turned to see Mikasa excitedly clap Vivi on the back, and the big bubble of pink burst upon the witch’s lips.

Beneath them, a scream and a splash. The sisters rushed to the railing, each shouting downward with worry while the once-plump now-obese Witch of the Marsh spluttered and coughed, her skirt tore at her waist as her belt burst from her gut, and she thundered down tiredly on her fluffy backside.

“What happened?!”

“The barrier burst, you idiot!”

Behind them, Vivi seemed to try and talk, but she could only breathe messily as the magic faded and sweat and exhaustion filled its place.

“Well how did that happen?!?”

Rai was two steps from flinging her sister over the railing when she heard a wet slopping noise. Pink broke through the milky surface of the liquid, thrashing about as Misha gasped to the surface. The sisters squeaked in excitement as the plump peachy girl kicked and pulled herself towards the marshmallow grass of Milk’s Isle.

“She made it!!” Mikasa shouted.

“G-get out… of the water…”

Rai spun to see the witch’s hands on her belly, her pale plumpness spreading her thick thighs wide. She looked almost like she was trying to figure out how to stand.

“Get out of the water…” Vivi wheezed again.

Beneath them, a plump, fluffy girl sagged against the shoreline, breathing her final all-natural breath before the soft whiteness crawled down through her chest, and the next mouthful of air tasted suspiciously of sugar.

Her belly rumbled.

2023-11-25 00:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 23

Surely that shirt fit properly when she started her shift… She hasn’t just been wobbling about with her muffintop out, r-right?

This page is so friggin' high quality, from Lilly and Emi's plumpy warbles to finally addressing Chai's massive muffintop, you can feel the love on every frame!

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2023-11-24 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post

MTTCC: Escape from Marshmallow Marsh 1

Author's Note: I'm delighted to finally be able to share a massive foot forward for our Chocolate Factory story! As many know, Hisao and the Chocolate Factory was placed on hold a looooong time ago as I straightened things out and tried to rework some ideas into an overall better story! Progress on this goal has been really paying off with the comic and now I can share the first of two major literature storylines that will follow the adventures of the girls who have fallen off of the tour, a collection titled More Than They Can Chew!

The first series in this collection Escape from Marshmallow Marsh is set to be a harrowing story full of untempered appetites and deepest dark indulgences. Following directly after the end of Chapter 4, the bubbly glutton, Misha Mikado, has come through the other end of the chocolate pipeline and into the wetlands of Marshmallow Marsh, a savage and untamed wetland full of creatures and beasts that are each deadly sweet~

These chapters will be titled much like those in Hisao and the Chocolate Factory, and I'll be releasing the second only a few hours after this one, so please check out both and let me know what you think!!

As always, thanks for reading!! <3

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The Violent Ides of Marshmallow Marsh

The alien landscape of the Marshmallow Marsh stood silent, frozen in time.

Nothing moved. Not the strawberry toads, not the cherriest birds. The white ferns lay still, the dark choco-trees had no wind to blow through their sweet cocoa-treats. It was as if the landscape had become a painting, watercolors of brown and pink splashed upon an empty canvas of endless white.

But it was not a flawless picture. Stains of chocomarsh water colored the white grass of Milk’s Isle, cold and dark syrup which mixed with the warm milky brown still drizzling from above. Different liquids, both of them chocolate but in distant severities, created a technicolor invasion of sugary darkness blend round and round to create a new concoction.

It was a fusion, an alloy of brown batter which slowly filled a pair of imprints near a fat girl’s sneakers… and the abyssal marks left by marshmallowgator claws.

Slowly, loudly, a violent vibration trembled from inside the chocomarsh waters. As thick and as cold as refrigerated syrup, the pond did not carry the ripples well, but its displacement was forced further and further as a long trail of air bubbles burst in vociferous demand.

A small group of sugarshellfish were the first true hint of life. Dark syrup drizzled from their crystalized shells as they wadded up and away from the furious bubbles. They toddled quietly, making for the white ferns to get out of sight.

Their movement was smart. A disturbance had come, and they’d gotten out of the way. But too often is one creature’s wisdom capitalized upon by an ill-witted other.

A marshmallard, from the relative comfort in its high-rise nest, had frozen along with the rest of the marsh, though it knew not nor cared much why. There had been a piercing shriek, the roar of a predator, and the world had gone still, so it had gone still… But now, the world was moving once more, and its favorite prey had made an easy target of themselves.

It swooped down, knocking one of the sugarbumps back into the water with its breast, then glided in after it. A scoop of its bill, the simple cracking of pressure, and the sugarshellfish became cocoa-stained crystals in the marshmallard’s mouth. It hardly had a moment to know what had happened, and then it was gone.

This small interaction and hearty new meal left the marshmallard feeling cocksure and proud. It waggled its head and furrowed its feathers in a comfortable bluster, its momentum coasting near the trail of still mixing bubbles.

The marshwater swayed, the movement shifted. It had only a moment to realize what was about to happen… and then it was gone.

The quiet chill returned to the glade.

It didn’t last.

The fowl’s taking had interrupted the complex repetition of a violent dance. Bubbles churned, growing more intense, and from the syrupy darkness rose a rounded slope of a transparent pink. It came higher, exposing several cracks on the surface, carrying inward a constant dribble of Darkest Chocolate and carrying out the terrified squeaks of a chubby girl in much distress.

A hand appeared, rising up into view to strike at the barrier, as if hitting it upwards would cause it to rise. And it worked, for a moment… but the albino devils would not so easily release their plump prize.

Spines of graham surfaced from the waters atop long and powerful scales of a desolate and empty white. Their eyes came next, as red and dark as smoldering hellfire, black pupils of scorched wood and ash. An impact from the bottom sent the barrier higher, and the chubby girl’s pink hair rose up along with it.

The girl had fallen onto her back, unable to find any footing on the slopes of the belabored barrier. Her breath came quickly, her tummy and chest leaping from her unintelligible yelps and gasps. Through the darkness, she saw as one of the monsters again disappeared.

She kicked, bracing her naked feet against the wall. The beast’s snout slammed into it not a moment later, bucking against her block and sending a jiggle up the length of her pudge-covered legs.

The marshmallowgator snarled.

She snarled in return, adrenaline and panic and several dozen mouthfuls of sugar putting every inch of her softness to strain.

More of the spray got into her mouth, syrupy darkness of delectable and bottomless chocolate that flexed into the barrier through every crack. If she were not so occupied with the screams of her muscles and the worries of her eyes, she might have noticed her tastebuds doing a nice and pleasant dance, as the chocolate was quite tasty.

But then, she was quite distracted.

Another strike came, bouncing her higher with a startled yelp. Only then did she notice how close to the surface she had come. She reached up, again striking the barrier to lift herself higher… then, she realized what had been missing.

The big one. His vast, empty scales, his immense claws and teeth. He had been pressing down on the bubble, holding the girl beneath the surface… but he wasn’t there now.

The girl spun, seeing the flairs of rage in their darkened red eyes. She couldn’t see beneath her, the bubble was filled with enough chocolate that it nearly came up to her breasts, but a sudden ferocious fear told her that the biggest of the reptiles was now down below.

Two of the beasts turned away from her then, and the girl threw herself forwards towards where they had retreated. She braced the bottom of the bubble, thrusting both arms into the chocolate chill. She could feel the syrup around her churn, an uncomfortable rumble as her belly tightened, and the furious thrash as the marshmallowgator threw itself towards her…

And it missed.

She blinked, seeing the white skin of its snout, then its belly and tail, shooting straight past her not inches away. A bright, giddy laugh came, something born of anxiety and mockery and boundless glee. It had missed!!

How had it missed?!?

She looked up, her eyes finally reaching up to the surface of the waters. She was going to get out of here! They couldn’t get her! They couldn’t break through the…

Her thoughts froze. Her stomach turned. Her eyes watched as the marshmallowgator slowly, hauntingly, spun in the air, and began its dive towards the top of her barrier, teeth first.

The girl barely even had enough time to scream. Impact, a horrendous sound like the splintering crack of a windshield’s glass. Together, the barrier, the gator, and the girl, all disappeared beneath the waters of the Marshmallow Marsh.

From far, far above the white mist of the glade, a harsh sound like sparks from a storm snapped and cracked. Ruptures of blue bolts split against the empty white fog. They grew nearer, bringing with them a louder tinny of metallic claps as a pair of girls sprinted along the hanging catwalk.

“Misha!! Misha!” called the smaller of the two.

“Where is she? Did you see her??” asked the larger.

The smaller one huffed, brushing messy red hair out of her eyes. Rai Kato was barely taller than the guardrail. She hit against it, then ducked beneath. “She was on the island!” she said, breathing heavily and pointing. “Look! That’s Milk’s Isle! The tube comes out there!”

“Did you see her?” the younger sister, Mikasa, asked.

“No, I didn’t see her. I heard her.”

“Are you sure it came from over there? Maybe she ran off.”

“Ran where, you dolt?! It’s an island!”

“Swam then? I don’t know! Sound gets all messed up in this stupid place! It’s even cloudy up here!”

“Misha!” Rai shouted, her eyes scanning the island for any sign of the tubby pink-haired girl. “She sounded scared…”

“Do you think the marshmallowgators got her?”

Rai grimaced.

“Misha!”

Mikasa’s fingers drummed nervously against the rail. She stepped away from her sister, moving along to try and circle the small island. The catwalks above the Marshmallow Marsh were a maze all to themselves, though not nearly as bad as the marshland below.

At least up here you could see more than ten feet.

“What do we do if we find her?” she asked. “We can’t exactly lower a rope.”

As if to prove her point, another blue bolt of lightning flashed from beneath the taller sister. Whether it was a bug from the marsh or some dust from the catwalk, the canopy barrier snapped against whatever it touched. Very few things were allowed to pass through.

Only what the Warden’s will would allow.

“We should go back to the Warden’s office,” Mikasa frowned. “Maybe she was getting a snack or something. We should at least try to raise her again on the radio.”

“I told you, she doesn’t carry a radio! Our stuff can’t be exposed to her for too long, none of it would work! We can’t even have decent cameras because there’s so many residuals!”

“Well what do you want to do? Just sit in her empty office and wait?” Mikasa asked. “We have to do something, but we’re no help out here!”

The two girls frowned at each other before turning back down to peer through the fog. Rai thought she might be able to make out something on the island, but there was no way it was a person. It was too small, an odd combination of red-and-white.

Misha Mikado was… well, fat! And pink! And not just her hair, fluffy and bright and worn in two cutesy drills, but her entire personality! She was bubbly, cheerful, and loved eating chocolates. There wasn’t a girl alive who couldn’t relate!!

Sure, she may have gone a little overboard… before going… overboard… but she was the kind of girl that put a big plus on plus-sized! Heavy, but soft, with a smile as big as her chubby sweater!

Rai dismissed the objects, her worries turning towards the nearest shoreline, then the trees up above.

Factories like this should be made for plump girls! Rai was a twig, and even she could put on a pound just from the sweet scents of marshmallow sugar and rich Darkest Chocolate that drifted up from the marsh. Just looking at it for too long could make you pack on the…

“The calorie trackers!!” Rai shouted. She saw Mikasa’s head tilt from the corner of her eye as she fumbled with her pocket before withdrawing a small PDA.

“Aren’t we too close?” Mikasa asked. “It might not work.”

“It shouldn’t reach all the way up here,” Rai replied. “If I can get this working right, we should be able to get her exact spot on the map!”

She rose to her feet, then her tiptoes, trying to put as much space between herself and the marsh before clicking the on button and hurriedly tapping through the opening window. The golden symbol of the Nakai Chocolate Factory twinkled cheerfully before finally allowing her to select ‘Guests.’

A small list appeared, each of the girls as they entered for the factory tour. The displays showed each girl’s name, their heights, weights, a small portrait, and most significantly, a large bold number set atop a drop-down list.

Rai tapped upon Misha’s chubby and blushing portrait, extending the drop-down list to show all of the things that the girl had eaten since she had come in nearly an hour ago. Her current location, Marshmallow Marsh, blinked from the top in a bright cherry pink.

The amount of items shocked the petite Rai (Who could possibly eat more than 1,500 calories of candy in less than an hour??), but her wide eyes went wider when she saw the counter increase. The next came then, and the next quickly after. Droplet by droplet, Misha was consuming more and more of the most recent item.

Marshmallow Dark: 128mL (Ongoing Consumption).

“She’s in the water…” Rai reported. “But it doesn’t look like she’s drowning.”

“How can you tell?”

“The counter’s going too slow. It’s gotta be-“

Just then, the counter gave an electronic ring. Most of the other portraits, Emi, Hanako, Rin, and Lilly, updated with color-coded labels reading: ‘Flavored Aerosol Tea.’

She ignored them, focusing on the little map icon next to ‘Marshmallow Marsh,’ but when she tapped it the handheld gave another cheerful chirp before the entire thing quaked, the screen devolved into a technicolor of static, and it died.

“Nooo, no no no, gah!!” Her fingers thumped uselessly against the blank screen. “Dammit! I hate this stupid room!!” she cursed, hurling the now useless device down towards the barrier.

It stuck, hard, and was instantly evaporated. Not even ash remained to pass through.

“Are you sure she’s under?”

“Has to be… she’s drinking bits of Marshmallow Dark. It’s too small to be intentional though. Maybe she found somewhere to hide…”

“Ugh… I wish the Warden was here. She could probably just… I dunno. Flick her hands. Do… something!”

Mikasa was right. Even if they did find Misha, they wouldn’t be able to do much but shout, and the barrier might even mess with that too. It really was like a whole different world, and the Warden was the only one with a set of keys.

If it was just some form of tech, there’d be a switch or a button they could use to turn the whole barrier off. Normal electricity left marks, and could only burn things so far. It couldn’t differentiate between organic and not.

But the barriers power had come from far before man had flipped the first switch.

If Rai were to hop through the railing, she’d strike the barrier ten feet below. It would incinerate her shoes, dissolve her clothes, but her body would catch as if it were a warm solid glass.

Despite the public bluster of candy confection, despite all the talk of mechanical machinations, screens and complex inventions, much of the factory was just simple machines. Inclined planes, levers, wheels and axles and cogs and everything else that forced physics to do most of the work.

Some rooms required more complexities, such as the Chocolate Assemble and the Invent-tea-ing Room. They had to be kept isolated, else the secret power would break every machine.

The Chocolate Mines had some, the Ranch House had plenty, but the Marshmallow Marsh was so imbibed that these catwalks were built to keep technology distant. Even so, you’d have to turn off every electronic before entering the room, lest their delicate structures be rent asunder by the strongest force on the entire planet.

The primordial energy of purest Magic.

“Warden? This is Mikasa. Warden, do you co- Gah!” Mikasa shouted, and Rai looked up. The younger Kato held her now smoldering radio. The miniature screen glowed so bright that she had to squint against its brilliant orange display, but it still popped and clicked as Mikasa kept trying. “Warden? Warden, we need you in the Marsh, stat. Can you read?”

Rai frowned. Her PDA was the latest tech, brand new materials. She’d known powering it on could be some risk… but the handhelds they used were nearly twenty years old.

Magic doesn’t like technology. Maybe it’s because technology is shouldering in on its business, or maybe because it was so much easier to use. You didn’t need to spend ten years waving around a stick to shock someone these days; a taser costs just forty bucks.

But it normally played nice with older materials. The factory was probably the only businesses in Japan that still actively utilized a HAM Radio and did its business calculations using slide rules and Pascal devices. Their walkie systems never had issues… unless they were close to an active spell.

That was when Rai felt the empty air. There was no wind, nothing which blew the mists down to capture contents. She felt her chest tighten and lifted herself to her full height, rapidly twisting to look around the marsh. She saw nothing and so turned next to the catwalks, bright eyes trying to see through the shade.

The current of magic was no more visible than a high voltage wire, but its invisible force would impact upon visible things, like Rai’s PDA.

Or the fog.

She spotted it on the other side of Milk’s Isle and directly above the widest part of the glade. There, on the catwalks, the fog was moving, swirling as if it were the breath of an exhale. Through the mix of dark shadow and gray, Rai thought she might be able to make out the sharp tip of a very large hat.

“Warden!” she shouted, and began to hurry down the catwalk. She passed Mikasa, who was quick to follow, and had longer legs.

They circled the isle at a sprint, and as they grew closer to that point in the fog, the shadows grew. More came forward, swelling until they were the size of each girl like mirrored reflections. Mikasa hesitated but Rai ran straight in, splashing through the fog and into a swirling darkness.

2023-11-24 21:00:25 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 22

Steeping your sleepy-time tea with your favorite teddy is a great way to put you out like a light, but you'll need something with a little kick to help you get back on your feet!

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2023-11-24 20:18:45 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 21 (+Bonus!)

'Huh that's weird, I wonder what she means by, 'among other things.' Hey does anyone else feel their thighs rubbing together? Or like they could eat like... three entire pies??'

This page really came to life, and it's the first we've been able to include a bonus undie alt! To really emphasize how good tea is for a girlish figure~

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2023-11-10 06:41:17 +0000 UTC View Post

Jiggle Me Bones!!

Happy Halloween!!! I hope it’s filled with plenty of candy, and a half-dozen teacakes!

This anatomically correct (😘) Lilly was done by Rtil, and is actually a sequel to a years-old costume for a sweet sugarskull Lilly!

This time, she comes in a wide variety of flavors, so take your pic of cherry, classic, or blueberry pie! And please be sure to follow Rtil to view some of their other great holiday arts!

2023-11-01 03:02:15 +0000 UTC View Post

Bea and Nora: Big and Naughty

A night of delicious delight, Nora has invited her old roommate, Ashley, to Fulsome to partake in the festivities with herself and Bea at the Phi Alpha Tau sorority house! Needless to say, the bi-curious beautician is taking in the spoiled life at Fulsome and is… enjoy the sights~

Bea and Nora are dressed as Madeus and Justice from Helltaker, while Ashley is grooving as Ash from Evil Dead! A special shout-out to Blasty and Mollusk for helping come up with costume ideas, and to Luigi for helping our girls make the most of this Halloween night!!

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2023-11-01 02:41:11 +0000 UTC View Post

Monster Musume: Spoiled Scarlet Princess

Author's Note: Happy Halloween!! This story is part of a holiday collaboration with MeatPedal, who has done the artwork included in the story down below! Please check out their page and follow them as well, they do all sorts of stuff with our favorite redheads <3

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Women are not designed to be over three-thousand pounds.

It’s too much weight, too much meat. It’s the sort of number you can feel in your feet as well as your knees, eliciting this imagined sense of heft just by knowing how heavy the person must feel.

It’s difficult to even imagine such a weight, much less to see it moving back-and-forth, side-to-side, up and down and up and down and-

“Y-you’re staring…”

Kimihito blinked, his head snapping up to look into the lightly-glowing ambers of his scarlet wife. “Eheh,” he chuckled. “Sorry. You look…”

Even in the darkness, he could see Miia’s blush. A pair of gloved hands went to her top, tugging it upwards over the pale full moons that were her breasts. “I knew this was too low. You said it fit fine!”

“It does fit fine,” Kimihito smirked, watching the fabric snap on her chest.

She looked at him, tilting her head in that disbelieving-but-flattered look she used oh so often, but all he could think was how much that expression has changed on her face with each added pound. Her cheeks were so chubby, and her fattened neckline now gave her a permanent double chin that flowed so simply to her soft shoulders and huge, pillowy arms.

Most women weren’t designed to be over three-thousand pounds, but on his wife, all of that weight fit perfectly. Even if it meant her outfits often did not.

This outfit was a costume befitting the holiday, custom ordered by Kimihito with some much-needed assistance from their close friend, Meroune. Mero knew a thing or two about such royal regalia, and when Kimihito had described his idea for Miia’s Halloween birthday, Mero had squirmed with as much excitement as Miia had opening it.

Princess Miia wore a dress that was almost as soft as she was. Light silver fabric, only just a bit thicker than some of her nighties, was held by two straps on her smooth shoulders and fell just at her hips. Sewn into the fabric, sparkles glimmered like fairydust wherever the light caught her belly or the straps on her shoulders; the fabric on her chest was mostly in shadow. The hardest part of the outfit, for Kimihito at least, had been the gloves. Miia’s hands had plump digits and hammy wrists, so he needed to work out a deal with the tailor by showing him a recent picture of Miia’s chubby sausage fingers.

However, the most important part of the outfit was undoubtably the thing which Meroune had insisted upon going all out. She believed a dress so finely made deserved a tiara to match, and had labored for nearly a month with her family’s jeweler to construct a tiara befitting the world’s most spoiled lamia.

She’d nearly cried when she opened her gifts. As far as Kimihito was concerned, that had meant today had already proven a successful birthday.

Then she nearly slugged him when he showed her his Halloween store outfit, the red-and-black costume of an ‘Evil Knight.’ So now, he was working on making it successful Halloween evening, hopefully earning them each a basket full of chocolates and candies that would assuredly be disappeared through the Princess’ plump lips.

The lamia’s forked tongue came from her mouth, playfully hissing. “I don’t want everyone to share the same sights you get. Those are private…” she blushed, thumbs jostling her top and jiggling her breasts. “Blugh, I knew I should have worn that sports bra.”

“It’d have clashed with your outfit.”

Miia took his arm in her hands, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder and holding his hand to her belly. “You clash with my outfit,” she said affectionately.

“Eh?” he looked at her, plucking a thumb on the cheap coat-of-arms that was already showing threads on his chest. “It took me a long time to pick out these colors!”

Miia shook her head, her ears bobbing merrily as she giggled to herself before smiling at him and then turning to the hallway ahead. “You know, for a haunted maze, this isn’t really that scary.”

Kimihito sighed. He looked around at all the ghoulish lighting and garish decorations. They were moving through what looked like it was meant to be a fright-filled graveyard, but everything seemed so plastic and surface level.

There’d been some tension early on, the first room they’d traveled through had been a pretty creepy bathroom with a skeleton chained to a pipe and a blood trail straying some a dismembered foot, but besides some ambiance and some little frights he suspected were motion-triggered, there hadn’t really been much of anything at all.

“I remember it being way better than this,” he said, a bit disappointed. “The Aristo Haunted Maze is a huge thing around here. They change it each year, too.”

Lifting herself up to her full height, Miia raised a hand in an exaggeratedly snide movement that made the proud Princess seem even fatter than she was as she said, “The scariest thing I’ve seen so far was the stairwell.”

“Hehehe,” Kimihito laughed aloud. He lifted his arms behind his head, walking easily onward. They were nearing the end of the room. “I actually got nightmares from the mummy section,” he said. “They had a guy burst out of a coffin and he chased me and my mom through the whole section.”

Miia continued her haughty snickering. “It’s hard to imagine you being chased by anything.”

“… Being chased by anything that’s not you, you mean?”

The snake’s chubby face lit up in a blush. A ripple went up and down her body as her princessly expression melted into a youthful embarrassment and she began to bat at his arms. “Don’t be mean! It’s not the same thing! I’m not like some monster… thing!”

“No. You’re a monster woman. Which is why you were chasing me so that you could-”

Miia squeaked, face as red as her hair as a long length of tail came rocketing forward to tie around Kimihito’s mouth. He managed to keep his footing by grabbing onto her waist, his hand finding the natural latch of her love-handle, and the pair tumbled to the side of the path and onto a little knoll near some overly large gravestones giggling and screaming and, quickly, kissing.

They couldn’t help themselves. Marriage had been domestic bliss, and in-spite Miia’s snake-like nature, she and her husband were as active as jackalopes. The warmth of her husband’s body against her was addictive, and the added insulation as she grew bigger and fatter only served as more motivation to spend time ‘exercising’ together… though she never could seem to burn more calories than she partook of each day.

“D-Darling~” she cooed as his hand pinched a handful of her belly. She was beneath him now, her doughy backside propping her up against the hill. Her tail moved automatically, circling them to create a small barrier of scarlet scales while he held himself over her, though she used little ripples to help thrust herself up so she could plant a kiss on his neck and let her pillowy belly rub tantalizingly against his crotch.

He grunted, and his breath was so warm when it passed over her neck. She took his hands, guiding one to her belly and one to her breast, sure of herself that her tail could keep them balanced while her stomach teased and shook and trembled and-

“AHEM!!”

The pair came apart, staring at one another as if to try and figure out which one of them had made such a bad noise in such an annoyed tone, before turning to look up over Miia’s left shoulder.

There was a light tap that Miia felt in her barrier-tail and suddenly she could see the shuddering rectangular seams that made up a small hatch that was supposed to be a grave. From inside of it, a woman’s voice sternly said, “Would you mind getting your tail off me, please?”

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“I can’t believe they kicked us out…”

“I can,” Kimihito chuckled. “I’m just glad they were willing to actually listen to us about being married. If they called the Cultural Committee, Miss Smith would have had my head.”

Her knight’s easy air did nothing to assuage the princess’s portly pout. “I didn’t even get any candy…”

That seemed to get his attention, the dummy. “Oh. Yeah… We should be able to get some tomorrow, though! It’ll be all discounted, too.”

“Bluugggthhsssssssssss,” Miia groaned into a long hiss.

They were walking along the street back from the Aristo Apartment Block before turning into the nearby park that they’d cut through to head home. It had been a warm evening, but it was getting late now. The sun had all-but-disappeared beyond the horizon, and the full moon had risen high into the sky.

Kimihito let out a long breath, lifting his arm to cover Miia’s shoulder. “Alright, alright. I’ll see what I can do. Maybe we can stop by Centorea’s and see if she and you two can make crepes again.”

Miia felt her hands unconsciously go to her wide belly, drumming her fingers against the top. “It’s not really… I guess it’s more than the candies,” she said. “… But crepes sound nice… Do you think she’ll have hot fudge?”

“How should I know?”

“Can we stop and get fudge?”

“Of course we can.”

Miia felt herself grin. Then she looked down at herself. “Do you really think they were telling the truth?” she asked. “Was my body really… breaking their sensors?”

“Probably,” Darling replied bluntly.

Miia felt herself frown, but she was glad for his honesty. It’s one of the reasons she loved him so much.

After she didn’t say anything, he continued. “That would explain why nobody popped out at us. I didn’t even think of that. It makes sense, though, your lower half was only just leaving the first room and we were nearly all the way through the second. I thought the lady who signed us in was giving you a look, but I thought it was the usual look girls give you.”

Miia snorted. She was well aware of the attention she garnered, though unlike her husband, the plump princess was more of the mind that those looks were ‘scornful’ no matter how much he believed they were ‘jealous.’

“We probably broke a pressure plate or three. I’m just glad we were able to get out when we did, any more and it’d be way more awkward.”

Miia nodded and made a noise of agreement. Better to just get it over and done with and to head back home. She realized how much she longed for her carpet floors and wide bed, and a nice warm bath. She’d take a long one tonight. She felt like she really…

They were about halfway down the path now.

Miia was looking down as they went, entirely aware of each inch… each pound. She was looking down at her breasts and her belly. Side-to-side, up and down and up and-

“You’re staring.”

Miia glanced to her husband. She didn’t recognize the face she had been making until she saw the worry on his, and she felt just how disappointed she felt.

“I’m too big, aren’t I?” she asked.

People sometimes forgot how handsome her Darling was. They’d get lost in the happenings around him, in Miia’s scarlet colors and her huge, fat, tail. But when he looked at Miia, black eyebrow perked and his lips tugging upward, she felt herself thinking of how much different, how much stronger and wiser and sharper his eyes were.

“If you don’t want the fudge then we don’t need to-”

“That’s not what I meaaaant!” Miia leaned her head back, her whine becoming a jiggly belly laugh. “I mean… this!” she gestured down to her waist before picking up her dress at the hem.

The scales on Miia’s hips were larger than anywhere else on her body. She’d shed and regrown them so many times, smooth ripples of red that pointed outwards in a V-shape up from near her groin. At this weight, her chub was so fatty that it muffened over her sex and the underside sometimes uncomfortably rubbed on her panties when she wobbled too much, which was why she wasn’t wearing any today. She’d been too fat for her scales, and she was too fat for panties.

But even that seemed like so much of nothing compared to the immensity that she pulled up behind her. Miia’s tail was twenty-seven-feet long, with three-feet of supple piggy-pink flesh muffening out on the top.

Lamia were already the biggest of the liminal races, by far, and were sometimes considered the most threatening due to their size and the innate strength of their tails carrying so much muscle. A skinny lamia weighs over five-hundred pounds, and usually their full size was only twenty-five-feet. Miia had been bigger and heavier than that since she was sixteen, and now that she was an adult?

Three-thousand-pounds jiggled and sagged and bobbled and frowned as Miia displayed her body and said, “I’m too big.”

She frowned down at herself, a gloved hand massaging her naked belly and prodding at what once had been svelte hips. She could still remember her time with the priestesses, when her belly was flat and her curves were just curvy, learning how she could shake her hips to attract a ma-

Miia dropped her dress with a yelp as a hand suddenly appeared beneath her tail. Her eyes went wide as she felt her muscles unnaturally tense up, about to rise further… Until she realized her husband’s other hand had taken her beneath the waist. She blinked up at him as he grunted, and her tail relaxed, letting her lean back in his hold.

She could feel her double chin press against her shoulders, her gut punching against her tail. The folds of fat in her back rolled over her Darling’s forearm, her fat-filled biceps jiggled as she brought her arm to rest over his, and she blushed and smiled into his grin.

“You seem to fit pretty well right here,” he said, his voice showing none of the strain she could feel in his arms.

“Darling…”she sighed, then felt herself giggle. She closed her eyes, lifted her arm to his shoulder and leaned up her mouth up into his.

It was only a minor struggle, having to use her free hand to flatten her breasts. She tried to think of something witty, or fun, or just something sweet to say as they separated and she nuzzled against him, feeling herself blush as she realized her ears were happily wiggling almost like she were a newlywed all over again.

“I don’t care how big you are,” her husband said. “You’ll never be too big for me. Okay?”

Miia snickered, tucking herself to him, and it was such a happy noise, and she was so tilted that her laughter became a series of soft piggy snorts. “That means we can get chocolate fudge, right?”

Darling grinned. “Anything for you, my Princess.”

2023-10-31 19:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 20

Rin's got the wrong idea of how the factory's supposed to make her fed up hehehe...

This is one of my favorite bits from the original story, and the pacing of this page really breathes some great life into it! So excited to share, and I'm beyond happy that people have finally begun to notice Lilly's ribbon! ^^

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2023-10-27 06:09:13 +0000 UTC View Post

Chocolate Factory Comic: Page 19

Thankfully, none of your guest seems to be aware just how quickly a girl can put on ten pounds. Yet...

I love, love, love the textless page here. The focus shot just makes my brain melt~

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