Author's Note: The following takes place in Chapter 2 of Filling Out the Frontline! This takes place about halfway through the chapter, during an intimate and sensual moment for Spas in which a little more happens then her character is able to realize! This short, set from Mosin's perspective, goes into detail about how Spas perceives things while controlled by The Suppression and how 707 Alpha goes about inducing a breakaway event!
The art for this Sidelines is a collab commission between myself and Sullied Grace, and was provided by Better-With-Salt! This will be attached to the main story as well, but this private little view into the behind-the-scenes of the conspiracy was something I've hinted at / wanted to have since I started the story proper!
Please, enjoy!
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“B-but I think I could handle… Umm... s-six gallons of ice cream?"
Spas couldn't know just how cute she was. Her stomach groaned, gurgling in terror as if it could understand the threat that the albino had made against it, and the white-haired girl winced in pain. She was breathing heavily, her red eyes nearly as wide as her belly was stuffed, but she was still trying for more.
It made Mosin giggle and laugh, until the massive marshmallow snorted like an overfed pig.
***Roooouuuggghhh...***
"Mmmgggaaahh......"
Mosin watched as the white-haired foodee's scarlet eyes dulled. Her attention seemed to drift, her small hands gripping a belly that was far too large for her body. How much had she eaten today? This week? How quickly such a small, hungry chick can grow when placed in the coop with three fatty hens.
The blonde woman beckoned to her little fowl, whose dull eyes seemed to disconnect for a moment. Spas moved stiffly, almost as if she wasn't even aware she was doing it. She might not have noticed, her body compelled to abide by the unseen command of her superior. As soft and as sweet and as cute as she was, Spas was still under the weight of The Suppression.
Mosin knew that she'd need to make her feel... more.
The blonde's grand belly took up most of her lap, a pile of white dough and blubber which stretched past her knees, so she guided Spas as close as she could, bringing the girl to rest her back against her fatty cankles, all while giggling her breathy, fat laugh.
When she had Spas there, she lifted her left arm, brushing the girl's shoulders back towards the couch, feeling the weight of her settle against Mosin's leg. She leaned forward, letting her grand pale curve press against Spas' stuffed pink waist.
Then she lifted her right hand slowly, deliberately, gliding her sausage-like fingers over Spas' stuffed swell, and she whispered to her, "I'd heard from FNC that you had an exceptional hunger... but I hadn't dreamed to have you like this."
She let her hand squeeze. The pink dome throbbed, the girl groaned, and 707 resumed their work.
Beyond her, RFB moved almost in complete silence, which was a feat for a fatty who was near Mosin's size. She wordlessly lifted an unwrapped Cocoa-Pie to Spas' lips, and the girl bit down, her eyes still disconnected and far, far away. Mosin watched, feeling the agony in Spas' stuffed stomach through its protesting jiggles as she chewed and swallowed the mouthful of crumbling chocolate and cream.
"There's a good one," Mosin sang, her fingers kneading the solid mass. "I've gotten pretty decent at these, haven't I?"
"Unnaaggghhh..." Spas wheezed in blissful agreement before thoughtlessly taking the next bite from RFB's hand.
They talked around her, as they commonly did, as her and RFB had once done for Grizzly. The words didn’t matter, only their tone and the warmth of her touch that was already there.
707’s leader glanced to Grizzly as the third girl approached, an eyebrow raised as she offered a funnel and a chilled gallon of milky cream.
Mosin shook her head. Not today. The girl wasn’t so totally subdued that they could feed her so heavily, and most of what she ate had been willfully. Rarely had they ever had to prompt Spas’ appetite to endure such a feast.
‘Sabrina,’ Mosin thought to herself.
Sabrina was a glutton, and Marshmallow loved her all the more for it.
Spas finished the Cocoa-Pie, and for a moment Mosin thought she’d come back to consciousness. Something in the foggy red of her eyes, a flicker, the glimmer of an ember. A flash of impact upon a sheet of ice.
And Mosin remembered.
*’We’re in range…’*
Mosin could feel her right arm go cold. She lost the feeling of porky dough, of warm grumbles and gurgles and weight. She could hear the gunfire around her, the roar of the canons.
But it faded, as it always did, and her senses returned. Here, now. This office, these people. Hunger… pleasure…
RFB held a cupcake up to Spas’ mouth, and Mosin felt warmth in splendor as Spas leaned forward against her hand. Eyes empty, mouth full, her lips spreading into a wide, dumb, innocent smile.
Pleasure was so much better than pain.
Only a few more days, Mosin knew. A few more sessions, with Spas' inhibitions being overcome by her belly. Painful pleasures, blissfully full. The white-haired girl's senses seemed to rub up right against the restrictions, bindings through which her belly was preparing to burst.
But there was no rush. Here, in their office, the plump comfort of 707 had each of them felt as if they had all the time in the world.
2023-09-30 23:21:38 +0000 UTC
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Something tells me Chai is used to noisy bellies…
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2023-09-02 05:44:52 +0000 UTC
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At over 20 years old, USP is the oldest A-Doll involved in our conspiracy! She has been serving as a secretary of state since before most of our Command team could hardly wield a weapon, and she'll be the first to remind how important a position she held during the third world war.
Sophie is a softie by nature, with a personality that's as sweet as her beloved milkshakes, and has always struggled with the more physical roles that G&K demanded. However, thanks to her excellent command of logistic operations and excelling in the monotony of secretarial duties, USP found herself as 505's Alpha and has been filling out the position with a infectious enthusiasm that lifts her peers moods almost as much as her ample allocations of creamy confections have affected their waistlines...
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2023-08-23 22:16:16 +0000 UTC
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Unlike Ithaca, Ms. Krony has spent her whole life in the post-war Union. She was created for the sole purpose of child rearing and to inspire hope in these hopeless gray times. The program fell through quicker than expected, as many parents did not like the attachments their children were forming with these 'soulless machines,' and Ms. Krony found herself out on the streets before being drawn to the promise of a similar purpose at a recruitment office of the private military company of Griffin and Kryuger.
'Only you can help reclaim our ruined world.'
The recruiters were very convincing. They told her of their operations out in the wastelands, setting up Collapse Scrubbers and clearing sectors of the ELID presence. She was even told of some new technologies that might help... 'suppress' the memories she'd had of the daycare, and how the miracle workers at 16LAB were introducing new augmentations that might make a girl like her even better for the job.
Etching Theory. Bio Modifications. Reclaim your world. Exciting words. Ms. Krony put her name on the paper. Within two hours, she was given heavy anesthetic and placed under the knife.
After Grizzly recovered in her hospital bed, Griffin did their best to keep their promises. The Suppression created a soldier, the augmentations created a weapon, and Grizzly's transformation helped form the Combat Lead role. She was finally able fulfill that original purpose that she was created for so long ago. She was protecting the innocent, inspiring hope. For four years, Grizzly was happy.
Then came the Sangvis rebellion, and the sound of childrens' laughter carried by the winds of arctic winter.
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Grizzly's story will be further explored in the story itself, and she's the type who'd be much more concerned with the here and now rather than her own personal story, but I wanted to give dedicated readers a bit more of a taste with the description! ^^ Let me know what you all think, and as always, thanks for reading!
2023-08-16 23:14:50 +0000 UTC
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This is animal cruelty! A whale like Chloe deserves a MUCH bigger tank!!
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2023-08-16 00:00:03 +0000 UTC
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'You're gonna need a bigger shower...'
A favorite sharp-toothed creampuff, this Chloe is paired with my Dinner and a Show series done for Better-With-Salt! Check out the story following the link bellow:
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This is part one of a two part commission piece, so expect the second to release this Tuesday!!
2023-08-12 01:49:45 +0000 UTC
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A trip to the gym turned highway stickup, the out of practice Samus may have strained a muscle beneath those tender thighs. Who know kicking ass took so much damn effort?
This artwork was suggested and voted for by Patrons, and is paired with Bounty’s Reward 2, which you can reread using the link here! https://www.deviantart.com/undertaker33/art/BoP-Prequel-Bounty-s-Reward-2-873494811
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(I’m currently having issues with my internet, so I’m trying to do some uploads from my phone for now. I may or may not have to cut this image’s transparent variant, but if so, it’ll be posted here once I can get a stable connection!)
2023-08-01 22:00:04 +0000 UTC
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I adore how much the chibi style makes the gals look like little chubby Nendoroids.
Now if only Good Smile would respond to my letters…
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2023-08-01 04:34:49 +0000 UTC
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Dont worry Lilly! A girl like you can stand to put on a few pounds...
Or gallons…
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2023-07-15 01:32:28 +0000 UTC
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Liar, liar, pants grow tighter~
Belly round and hunger, higher!~
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2023-06-30 23:12:13 +0000 UTC
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Another story artwork for Struggling Diet Warriors, this one paired with Chapter 8: Spreading Warmth!
Ami and Minori have been packed together while some Taiga makes a few alterations to their ill-fitting clothing. A bare conversation leads to a plump toast over golden sweets, but darkness lurks on the other side of the doorway…
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2023-06-22 22:00:04 +0000 UTC
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An absolute butterball of a girl, Suomi is a Doll who has been as taken by her tummy as she has by her sweet tooth! Though Leah is 505's newest recruit, she easily outweighs most of her sisters (much to her blushing embarrassment and chagrin)!
It's not her fault!! How is a girl supposed to stay skinny when everyone around her keeps feeding her more and more each day?!? Mountains of snacks come through the 505 office! Rivers of chocolates, lakes full of cream! It seems as if UMP45 wants to ensure nothing is wasted when it can instead pile more pounds onto her favorite foodiee!
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Blasty helped a ton with this sheet, providing the doodles as well as some ideas for one of the conspiracies heaviest chubbettes!
2023-06-18 22:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Waltz is trying to murder me the chibis are so fuggin cute I have been goo all day
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2023-06-06 08:53:48 +0000 UTC
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A former stunt actress turned monster movie headliner, A4's journey has been plagued by the haunting of Empathy. She has been with Griffin for longer than even Commander Winters, yet due to her nature has been used and rewritten time and again in attempts to obscure her memories and to bury the connections brought by the Empathy program.
Rose came to Griffin to forget who she was, wanting what they advertised; A new purpose in life. But the American Doll is not built for this land, nor could any have anticipated the Sangvis rebellion. Now, as her memories return, so do the personalities and characters that she had cultivated. The excited young actress, the sultry woman, the monstrous vampire, and the blood-thirsty weapon... but Empathy has connected her with another voice.
A soft, kinder tone, that tries not to blush as she asks if A4 would like another doughnut and maybe another belly rub...
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This sheet has some minor teases for things that haven't yet been released in the story, but had to be done as the Booklet is in canon being written between Arc 1 and Arc 2. I hope that you all look forward to what gets our gal put under house arrest, as that story shall come very soon!! :D
2023-05-31 22:00:03 +0000 UTC
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What a nice thigh gap Emi has. It would be a shame if something were to... happen... to it...
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2023-05-31 19:31:58 +0000 UTC
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I'm extremely pleased with how on these next five pages have come together, especially with the featured arts! I also tried my hand at a divergent form of storytelling, shifting into RFB's point of view and even including an antacdotial monologue from Ithaca, but I think each element adds something special and makes the booklet stand stronger with its personal touches! Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!!
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2023-05-21 22:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Chai's such a cutie, and the colors for this page are really outstanding! This page also has one of my favorite jokes from the story, which was meant as a meta reference to all of the other writers and artists who have done tour stories of their own! ^^
Also...
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2023-05-21 22:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Don't worry... a baker this size knows to always make extra~
This is part of a three-part comic that RemRamWaliugi and I collaborated to make for the Quintuplets birthday! This is the final page! I hope you all enjoyed!
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2023-05-20 22:00:01 +0000 UTC
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Beware of tiny doorways... and massive redheads...
This is part of a three-part comic that RemRamWaliugi and I collaborated to make for the Quintuplets birthday! This is the second page! Last one is tomorrow!
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2023-05-19 22:00:02 +0000 UTC
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The poll for March / April's Patreon Story Artwork! These suggestions are made by the folks in the $15 Content Creator tier. Thanks again for your prompts!
Cast your votes and comments down below!
References are included where available for each option, with a tiny touch of text to give the basic concept!
2023-05-18 21:01:23 +0000 UTC
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I need a sign like that for my door...
This is part of a three-part comic that RemRamWaliugi and I collaborated to make for the Quintuplets birthday! This is the final page! I hope you all enjoyed!
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2023-05-18 17:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Do ya see what we did there? ;D this rear cover is a flip of the front, and gives us a nice and juicy view of Lilly’s backside as well as Emi’s cocoa-swelled belly!
I’m delighted to report that Waltz is working on the next page of the Inven-tea-ing Room comic, in fact she’s already shared a sketch with me and it’s look marvelous! I’ve the next few pages drafted already as well, so please be looking forward to more of this collaboration very soon! ^-^
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2023-05-13 02:57:39 +0000 UTC
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“I… am going… to kill you.”
“Maybe someday. Knowing you, it’ll probably be by accident.”
Her husband’s reply was as light as her threat had been dark. Mischievous sparks twinkled brightly in his blue eyes, wearing the smile that he fought to keep off his lips.
Nino’s nose lifted, her chest swelled, her belly puffed… and then she growled. Whether it had come from her throat or her stomach, the growl was a heinous rumble that would have terrified lesser beasts.
But her wolf just sat there, smiling that infuriating grin with his eyes, comfortably assured that his plump bunny rabbit was securely bound by her cuffs and her choker while his finger playfully removed the wrapper from the pint of her treasured ice cream.
“If you don’t untie me,” she said through bared teeth, “it’ll be very much intentional.”
“You’re not tied. You’re cuffed.”
The white leather handcuffs and matching heart choker were all that Nino wore, save for a single black rose which was tied into her hair. Her dress lay in a crumpled heap on the floor beneath her stockings, clothing which had been torn, repaired, let out, and then torn again by the inevitable consequences of a spoiled diet.
A diet which had her eyes locked onto the lid as her husband opened her ice cream.
A diet which forced her stomach to rumble and her mouth to water when the scent of sweetness slithered up her belly and into her nose.
A diet that caused Nino Uesugi to jiggle with hunger, desire, and rage.
“Untie… me…”
“I told you, you’re not-“
Her hands pressed against the solid headboard, her shoulders griped as they took her weight. The redhead flung a foot towards his elbow, but her darling bastard had clearly expected the move.
Still wearing his lazy enjoyment, the man lifted to catch her leg beneath his arm, leaned over, and her right leg became pinned.
“Violent,” he said. “You’ll set such a bad example.” Then he grinned, full of teeth and dark, delicious delight.
Nino considered striking at him with her other foot. But no, he’d be expecting that too, and she didn’t want to actually hurt the jerk.
She just wanted to bite him. Hard.
The last three months had done things to Nino. She had burst bras, she had torn skirts, she had popped buttons, she had split shorts. Cravings and calories clung to the once-proud-and-skinny bunny. So many pounds on an overfed waist.
‘Plump’ might be a good word to describe an expecting mother of five, but ‘plump’ stopped applying to Nino about forty pounds back. She had a credit card dedicated to tailoring costs, had collaboratively banned herself from wearing belts after a buckle had burst and ruined a cake display at her sister’s work.
Most recently, her and her husband discovered that the bunny had already outgrown most of her maternity wear without even wearing a single dress out.
That had been this morning.
‘You know, if you keep eating ice cream each night…’
’I don’t want to talk about it!’
From the look in his eyes as his gaze drifted down to her pooching potbelly, her husband clearly wanted their talk to continue.
“I should have expected you were up to something,” she glared.
Finally he chuckled, and she hated how much she enjoyed the deep noise. “You weren’t immediately tipped off when I scooped you up in my arms and carried you to bed, like some kind of caveman?”
She moved and felt the rose in her hair bristle. “I was too busy enjoying it.”
That hit him. It wasn’t a playful tap, like their usual banter, but rather it was a barb that pricked at the warmth in his blue eyes.
A breath of worry came into her, and she quickly considered taking it back but… well, it hadn’t been a lie. She’d been literally swept off her feet by the love of her life, assailed with kisses and squeezes and loving breaths. She’d felt him pluck the high-heeled shoes off her aching feet, tugging at where sweat caused her dress to clutch at her belly.
He’d even growled out a chortle, nibbling her neck when she had gasped, ‘F-Fuutarou! I haven’t… even… had dinner, yet!’
“Don’t look at me like that,” she blushed, fingers awkwardly fumbling with the binding that connected her cuffs. “It felt nice to be… swooped.”
“Heh,” her husband breathed, his posture regaining some of his playful mirth. “You just don’t like walking.”
“… I don’t,” Nino felt her own smile plucking at her lips. She lifted her left foot to poke at his bare shoulder, letting her eyes drift over his figure. “And, seeing as we still don’t have that sports car-“
“Minivan,” he interjected.
The redhead continued as if he hadn’t spoken, “- then soon, you’ll have to start carrying me home after work each day!”
She met his level eye and felt the breath rise in her chest as one dark eyebrow lifted and, in perfect union, the partners looked down at Nino’s belly.
It was soft, pooching over her lap and onto her thighs, and just a bit pink where her skin had been stretched. She had no marks, a nightly ritual of moisturizers and body butter had saved her from reaping what her cravings might wrought, but as soft as she was, as girly and pale and princessly cute as she had managed to keep, Nino did not look like the expecting mother of quintuplets.
She just looked fat.
“You’ve gained weight.”
“Shockingly, Fuu-kun, I also have eyes.” Nino said, rolling them.
“You’ve gained a lot of weight.”
She glared at him for several long seconds before speaking, “Today’s Saturday, right?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“I’m not,” she replied evenly. “Is it Saturday, or isn’t it?”
He eyed her suspiciously. “You already know that it is.”
“Mhmm. And Saturday means…?”
His eyes narrowed. Recognition.
“It means that, just like the past seven Saturdays, there’s a full, fattening cheesecake sitting in our fridge. Doesn’t it?”
He said nothing.
She lifted her free foot, poking her husband in the cheek with her toe. “Doesn’t it?”
“And what if there is?”
“If there is, then that would make me very happy,” Nino glared, “because I have spent the last two hours hoping nobody would hear how embarrassingly LOUD you and our little darlings have made my stomach!”
A punctuating purr rose from her belly, low and affectionate but no less whiny than it had been as she waddled her way home. Her heated cheeks became hotter still, intensely aware that she could feel the vibration on the pudge of her thighs and the curves of her nude breasts.
Each of the pair glared into the other, their blue eyes swirling around one another like flames. An onlooker who saw only their expressions might feel some heat of battle pouring off the interaction, a sight like warring dragons. But to them, it was a dance. And it was so fun.
She felt her breath catching, her eyes flicking down towards his waist and the band of his pants. The strip of elastic that bound her cuffs was also secured to the back of her choker, adding delicious sensations of firmness to her neck that were, unfortunately, limiting, or she’d already have pounced atop of her bastard.
“You can’t seriously blame me for…” Fuutarou gestured.
Nino grinned, and growled through her teeth, “Who was it that forgot to get protection, again?”
Fuutarou rose on his elbow, which would have freed Nino’s leg had she the presence or care to notice it. Her eyes were too busy focusing on her opened ice cream, her nose huffing hungrily as he lifted it towards her… and touched her stomach.
A chill trembled through Nino that had little to do with the temperature of the frozen treat. Her senses rippled; gooseflesh erupted across her bare shoulders. The scent swam through her, filled her lungs and gave her belly the taste it so wantonly craved.
Then, the man committed an unspeakable crime. Something horrible, something that made her belly howl with outrage for which she’d never be able to forgive until she actually had a plateful of that cherry-soaked cheesecake.
He lifted the pint to his lips and drank several drops of Nino’s ice cream.
“I-i-if you… think… I’m just… going to let you eat… m-muh-m-my…”
He rose to his knees, spreading his legs to either side of her hips. His head blocked the light of the room and Nino’s eyes twisted away from the pint to what she craved even more hungrily than ice cream.
“How many calories are you eating a day?”
“Do I look… like I’m counting?” she replied, her eyes finding numerous love bites she’d already left on his neck from their previous dances.
“No,” he smirked.
Her eyes flicked to his lips. He was so close. She could headbutt him, she could knee him in the crotch, she could do countless violent things, but Nino just blushed.
She liked when he smirked.
He leaned down to kiss her, and she met him. Their lips held, parted, then came back hungrier. His lips were cold and wet and delicious with flavor, but his hands were warm and the noise of his breathing made the bunny’s heart thump and her belly purr and her mouth drool.
“Feed me,” she gasped into his lips.
He lifted himself slightly. “What?”
Another growl, another rumble, a plea from her stomach as well as her sex. Her nostrils drank, her belly panged, her fingers reached, and Mama hissed. “Take your fucking pants off and feed me.”
Fuutarou rose another inch, glaring, grinning, his grip tight enough on the pint that several droplets were beginning to spill over the top. They dribbled down to their sheets and onto Nino’s pale skin.
“You swear too much,” he said, lifting to bare his weight on the headboard.
“I never swear, dumbass~” Nino wheezed, her fat throat sweetly pinched by her choker as she smiled up at her husband.
She spread her legs as he kicked off his pants and, with some help from his wife, flicked them from the bed.
“Hmph… I’m too high,” she said when he came down, wiggling her hips and awkwardly blushing at the pillows that were pinched beneath her butt and her back. “H-help me…”
She drifted off, her eyes looking back to her husband. She looked at his hips, his waist… she stared at the muscles in his chest, his shoulders.
Fuutarou had the body of a man in the background. He wasn’t scrawny, wasn’t bulky, wasn’t much of anything. He was average height, average weight, he had a goofy haircut… but there were differences. Details to muscles that once were invisible, shape to a form which had once been formless, and yet still nothing compared to the light of the blue moons that shined from his eyes.
She wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to stroke his cheek and tell him how handsome he was. But she was cuffed, and naked, and incredibly horny, so she giggled as he got his arms beneath her hips and grunted and jiggled her to slip downwards.
A few inches. She blushed and giggled and brushed her feet against his calf. “Not too heavy, right?”
“N-never,” he pant. “You joking? I carried you, didn’t I?”
“My big strong caveman,” she said, and laughter kissed every word.
Another tug and Nino helped him along, locking her legs around his hips and pulling her to him. A sigh of excitement colored her when she felt his hardness press to the bottom of her softness, and she bit down lightly on her tongue as she teasingly stroked him with her thigh.
“Kiss,” she demanded, and he was happy to oblige. This one was more animated, his slimness pressed to her pudge.
Strangely, in that moment, Nino thought of her sisters. Is this what it felt like? Not to simply know that you’re pudgy, but to feel overweight? To have your belly lift and slap on your thighs, this incredible chill that you are unquestionably the fattest girl in the room?
But then he touched her breast and all thought was gone. There was only the flesh, the heat, the lust… the hunger.
“Feed me,” she pleaded, again.
And once more, her husband was happy to oblige.
2023-05-06 01:58:32 +0000 UTC
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I've got brainrot for big bluenette bellies... Overfed girls with a stuffed hunger and an irritable expression <3
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2023-04-15 22:00:59 +0000 UTC
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“Awe! You poor thing! You’ve hardly touched your pizza!”
A hand came over her shoulder, tugging the plateful of thick pepperoni slices closer to Kronii and her exposed belly. She tried to respond, to wave off her Auntie’s hand and tell her she’d already had enough.
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. If she could, she might have run for the door. But even as that thought smacked her mind, it dissipated, smothered by the intensity of feeling with which her body screamed.
Her thighs, her back, her neck, her poor, fat, full, pinkly stretched stomach. Her sweater had fit when she had been all-but-dragged to this seat at the table. She’d worn jeans today, tight jeans that didn’t fit her newly-chubbed hips and plump thighs, to try and ensure she would not allow herself to do what she had done anyways.
Nothing fit now. Her collar was too tight on her plump, chubby neck, her sweater stretching just to cover her breasts. She could not see the lowest curve of her belly, held up by the table as the pink drum was, but she was sure that she’d at least burst one stich or two with her meaty thighs. But what of the button?
Had her belly popped the button off of her jeans, or had she intentionally undone it at some point during dinner? She couldn’t remember. It seemed so long ago. She thought she might have undone it when Auntie had pushed the plateful of wings to her beloved niece, but that might have been yesterday, or even last week. So many flavors played over her tongue, confusing the girl for what she’d even had. Chicken, cheese, steak, pork, dressing, sauce, meat. Meat. Meat!
Even if she could stand, even if she could run for the doors and try to escape, she knew from experience that there was no way out. If she could only finish one more plate, one more bowl, then Auntie would congratulate her and then help her to stand. Then, they could go home… unless Auntie decided to take her for ice cream.
Pain flashed up from her love handles, it trembled the porky girl to her core. She had no room for ice cream… but her tongue and her tummy had betrayed Kronii, as this next fatty growl was not the sound of her over-stressed digestion. It was the purest sound of a fat girl’s excitement overruling her good sense. She didn’t want dessert.
But her tummy would love an extra-large helping from a chocolate milkshake.
She didn’t realize she’d been pulling the plate towards her until she heard the loud twinkles of dinnerware that was being shoved out of it’s way. Six bowls, three plates, a platter which had either held three double-baked potatoes or an arrangement of jalapeno poppers and cheesey-bacon french fries. Four sets of silverware were brushed aside by her wrist and her pizza.
Her pizza. Her mind balked, both frustration and genuine regret fizzling beneath her feast and weight gain. It wasn’t her pizza. It hadn’t been her appetizer, it hadn’t been her entrees! All that Kronii had ordered was a small bowl of sala-
She had one moment of impulse in which she felt the sudden heat of the pizza nearing her middle before she carelessly dragged the plate into her muffined stomach. A tremor shook through her, a small jiggle in which she felt in each pound. She felt her heart thunder, heard the blood rushing inside of hear ears. The mountain inside of her stomach had toppled.
The girl gasped, pinched her eyes closed against the sudden flare of discomfort, and then let it out with a table-quivering, “Urrrrrp!!”
“My! It sounds like someone’s enjoying herself!” her auntie clapped. “I told you you’d like this place~”
“H…Hate…” Kronii wheezed, but her body continued its rebellion and did not let her speak. Her fingers clamped down on the side of the slice, uncaring how she was supposed to hold anything on this forsaken table, and filled her mouth with dough and cheese and grease.
She didn’t fight it.
A short time ago, Kronii had been slender. She worked out frequently and even had a six-pack! This piggie who sat in the booth, wearing her clothes and her hair and speaking her voice, would have been unrecognizable before she’d moved in with her aunt and her uncle on the other side of the sea.
She had thunder thighs now, and her strong six-pack was now a jiggly keg. She didn’t wear underwear, her hips and her legs having destroyed most of her old ones, and got by without a bra because all of her shirts were tight enough to lend their support. She was a being of immense power, a time lord who could stretch the very fabric of reality, but she was as helpless to her spoiled hunger now as she was to Auntie’s new diet for her sweet little niece.
Kronii couldn’t say no. It was as if the word had suddenly vanished from her vocabulary when they had moved into their house. “I baked you sweet rolls for breakfast!” “Come, let me make you some lunch!” “Are you going to make me beg for you to come with us to dinner?”
It had been so quick. The first two weeks had been awkward at times, especially considering Kronii’s old life was two meals a day and plenty of water. She wasn’t supposed to have sweets for her breakfast and double milkshake desserts. She wasn’t supposed to have a full pound during lunch and then three more for dinner. The first time she’d feasted, she thought it’d make her get sick!
But it made Auntie so happy. She gushed and she fawned and she fed and she fed, dancing around the kitchen and pushing plate after plate onto her niece’s pallet, and the blue-haired girl swelled with pound after pound after round, fatty pound.
Eating out was the worst. Her uncle would order, her aunt would order, they’d take three bites. And then Kronii would feast, because what else could she do? She’d convinced herself that it was the right thing to do, far better than wasting the food or making Auntie feel foolish or bad. Then she lost her six-pack. Then, the sight of her toes.
Just one more plate. Just a few more bites.
She’d finished the first slice, or rather, the sixth slice of pizza Kronii had eaten today. It joined the other half-melted messes inside of her bubbly stomach, heart burn and exhaustion both burning so heavy that Kronii would need to beg Auntie for another pair of antacids. But that would come later. All she had now was…
Her lips closed upon the slice, teeth ripping through cheese and warm dough. It dropped over her tongue, soaking her tastebuds in delicious grease and spiced meats. She wasn’t sure who groaned louder, her or her belly, but she was aware of the sauce that dribbled onto her sweater.
The next bite, then the next, two forced as one as she freed a finger to scoop up the sauce. When she swallowed, she felt her throat bulging over the top of her collar, tickling her neck as she forced it all down.
There was no noise from her stomach when the final slice hit. There wasn’t enough space for a noisy impact, and it was too busy straining to properly work digestion. There was only Kronii’s breathing, wheezy and short, as she sat back in her seat and looked at the roll she could see of her stomach while the hills of her breasts blossomed and fell.
“Mmph! Mhm, mhm, mhm! Well, I think that was fantastic!” she heard her uncle grunt. “How about you, dear?”
“My! It was marvelous. I loved every bite! But I’m worried about Kronii. Are you feeling unwell? You look a bit warm. Did you have enough to eat?”
Five pounds? Six? Too much. She couldn’t keep up like this. She had to say something. Slowly, she peeled her blue eyes away from her destroyed figure and looked at her aunt.
Auntie was plump. Not in the attractive ‘My breasts are massive’ way, but in the ‘I make my husband buy my clothes because I’d get upset by the tags’ way that Kronii herself was becoming intimately familiar with. She was always ‘dieting,’ but never seemed to gain or lose any weight. There was something quite pleasant about her face and expressions, and the way that she moved reminded Kronii how her mother had been when taking care of other kids.
“Y-yeah,” she exhaled, trying her best to grin. “It was great.”
“I can’t believe you ate it all,” her uncle gestured to the stack of emptied bowls.
“Oh, don’t say that!” Auntie laughed, “You make it sound like we never feed her enough!”
“T-trust me, you do,” Kronii replied, her attempts at chuckling going about as well as her smile. “I’m very grateful.”
“It’s the least we can do, really!”
“Right! And hey, having you with us lets me try so many new options!”
“Ahah… ahh…” Kronii swelled and she sweat. One of her hands made the mistake of lightly patting herself on the stomach, bringing an instant regret with another growling collapse and tumultuous, “URRRP!!”
“Remember, better out than in!” Auntie bubbled, seeming almost proud before turning to her husband. “Where should we take her tomorrow?”
“Hmm… how about pasta?”
“We just had pizza today! We should do something traditional.”
“There’s that new sushi bar that you wanted to try, nearby the-”
Kronii let the faked smile fall away. She was stuffed, exhausted, and in no small amount of pain. She didn’t want to even think about tomorrow yet, being much more concerned about her shower tonight and then a blissful eight hours in bed.
Still, she felt a more natural softness color her cheeks as she watched them go back and forth. What the hell, right? It was only a few more months. How much more damage could they do?
Once she was out on her own, she’d go back on her diet. Two meals a day, and she’d regain her six-pack.
Maybe dessert, if she was good. A milkshake or two.
And maybe some pizza, and a full pound of wings.
After a time, she realized her aunt and uncle were now talking about drinks. A bottle of wine? No, surely she must have misheard them. They’d already split a full bottle between them.
Her uncle then leaned over, still mid-conversation, and began to take the bowls from Kronii’s side of the table. He stacked them neatly off to her left, near the trolly which the waiter had used to bring all their food out.
“Well of course you’ve to try it with the different sauces,” her uncle was saying. “Barbecue against teriyaki, it’s practically an entirely whole different dish!”
“I understand that, but that doesn’t change the consistency of the meat. A chardonnay has more body than a blanc, so it works better with fish.”
“‘More body,’” her uncle laughed, “What does that even mean?”
Kronii tried not to feel like she should try adjusting her sweater. Did they intend to stay for another bottle of drinks? There wasn’t a wine on the planet that would go well with the mess that churned inside of the bluenette. All that she wanted was to go home, get undressed, waddle her way to the shower, and use the pulse feature on the showerhead to try and provide her some sweet belly relief.
She wasn’t exactly in a hurry to move off by herself, but they had taken the train here, and she did have a key…
Then, another more finalized thought struck her when she felt her tummy release a small, “Arroouuugh…” that was unmistakably wanting.
“Okay, guys,” she interjected between her two relatives. “I’m done now. Can I go?”
Her aunt and her uncle looked at her with curious expression before turning to each other, then back, grinning playfully. “Nonsense!” Auntie grinned, holding her cheek. “We just ordered another trolley!
“We got bone-in wings this time, and pizza with ham!”
“Did you not hear us order?”
“She might have been too busy eating.”
Kronii blinked at them. She didn’t understand! They’d suddenly just spoken in some incomprehensible tongue!!
It was as if her ears had simply clicked off, unable to hear more than her own stressed heartbeat, but then she saw their waiter approaching. He was pushing another cart. In the span of a breath her mind whispered that there was at least another four pounds of food, most of it fried and delicious and her mind screamed in horror as her tongue began to drool.
“Aha~ I know that sound!” Auntie grinned at Kronii’s naked stomach, her plump face spread in a doting smile. “Ahh! And here comes the server! Goodness, so excited! Did you smell it, Kronii? I’m sure you’ll love this next course!”
Her uncle clapped his hands, reaching over to flick his niece on the belly. “It’s a good thing we’ve got such a hungry girl to rely on, eh?”
Kronii burped, and tried very hard not to cry.
2023-04-15 22:00:59 +0000 UTC
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A little woman with a very big presence, FNC is known by many as the Sweetie of Griffin!
Always willing to lend a smile or to share in some of her delicious dark chocolates, many of the Dolls in 505's Support Echelons lamented when they heard the small Belgian cutie being called up to an Alpha. They still miss their friend... but, the extra snacks that appear in most of their rations have gone a long way to helping fill that chubby void~
For her part, being freed from The Suppression didn't really have too much of an impact on FNC. Even before, she was a blonde ball of brightness that just wanted to make others smile, though it has made her sweet tooth much worse... and her hips much bigger...
Still, thanks to USP's leadership, she was able to curb her delicious desires when sneaking down to the kitchens to prepare extra snacks. However, since Suomi has joined their expanding family, she's had to first double, then triple her recipes, and often has to hide her sweets lest UMP find them and decide to 'have fun' with their gluttonous little sister!!
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As mentioned, these Op Sheets will be listed as XX as I assemble the rest of the booklet, but once everything is set then I'll be inserting the page number in its proper placement!
The Present Artwork is done by frequent collaborator, Better-With-Salt! There is a standard and a transparent version available as well!!
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Ceecee lives her entire life on her sleeve! She misses her homeland, but has come to terms with her life in the cold, and now just wants to try and help the other girls and support her Commanders in this secret fight!
2023-04-12 01:35:50 +0000 UTC
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The belt burst like the sound of a gunshot, its buckle shredded by the noisy pressure of azure skin. In complete contrast, the flashy red fabric of the torn restraint drifted lazily to the ground where it was darkened by the swelling shadow of Lilly Satou.
Shock held her mouth for the moment, or perhaps her panicked gasps were too quiet to be heard over the cacophony of sloshes and groans that rose from her now-exposed belly. She gripped her naked stomach, a look of pure disbelief holding her blushing, violet expression.
The swelling had taken her, quicker and quicker, fatter and fleshier and rounder and louder. Her once soft stomach now resembled a doughnut of blubber, her blue fingers slowly being pulled away from her naval as her arms as her gut were stretched with the blueberry tea she had so enjoyed. Even when her hips tore her pants, Lilly’s mouth was opening and closing in silent denial, unwilling to believe what she felt all across her and beneath her own touch.
Then, the first button pinged, and the tension that rippled across her sensitive breasts startled her to shout.
“Help! Help!!”
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This story artwork was done by Lock and colored by a good friend and big berry lover, Sauce! I’ve included both Lock’s original sketch and links to each person’s pages! Lock has done some fantastic artworks, and has their own Factory story that they’re working on, so please make sure to watch them for that!!
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2023-04-02 23:13:08 +0000 UTC
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The perfect picture of gluttonous decadence, Nino's had to walk all of two blocks on an extra-full belly. Huffy and puffy and about to fall down, at least she has her boyfriend to help her carry all of this weight~
This artwork was done by MeatPedal, and was voted for by you folks to pair with their story submission, Catering to Her Abundance! Thank you to everyone who cast their votes, and check out the story to see all of the artwork that story has paired!
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2023-03-31 22:00:04 +0000 UTC
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