This choice: After a good while of munching and crunching... • Go Back...Chapter #6Forget bride, they're gonna be prize piglets! by: Thatguythere   Etoile sat back with a loud groan, her now beachball sized belly hanging out from a tear in her dress. It pulsated slightly in discomfort, sending twinges of pain across the beauties face. A pair of succubi had been called in to massage it by Eva's orders. Eva herself was sitting across the table from Etoile, picking her teeth gently and patting a full tummy. Her body was likely accustomed to digesting such large meals as she had already garnered a few dozen extra pounds in some carefully picked places.
"No more sweets..." Etoile groaned, her tummy snarling and gurgling at her in what could only be taken as anger. As she lamented the eventual loss of her figure, an exceptionally top heavy succubus drifted into the room, her slightly pudgy face surveying the two stuffed ladies.
"Eva! It's a good thing you decided to partake of the feast. I've come to a decision after speaking with my advisers." She called right as three more succubi drifted in behind her, all munching on some sort of fattening snack food. "I've decided...that all of my servants are to gain weight!"
Eva's face fell, as did the faces of the two succubi massaging Etoile's tummy. "But...but milady...!" Eva began to protest, only to be silenced by a pudgy hand.
"No buts! I have had enough of being called a fatty by my own servants. By the beginning of the month, all of my vassals are to gain at least three hundred pounds!"
Etoile gulped audibly, which brought Miami's attention to her. "And you! You, my delectable darling...are to gain six hundred. As are you, Eva"
"SIX HUNDRED!" Etoile yelped, leaping up and immediately regretting the action as her still-sore belly rose along with her. Coming back down, it hit her lap with an audible and meaty THWAP, causing her to wince. Eva simply sat there speechless, contemplating what her figure looked like now and what it would look like later. "But...but I'll be an immovable ball of fat!"
"Not at all! I'll have only the best care taken to keep my adorable pet mobile!" She cooed, smiling sweetly and pulling a slice of pizza from one of her advisers boxes. "Now then, off to bed! No need to burn any more calories than you have to! You'll be sleeping with Eva. You two are going to get the best treatment!"
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"So we're prize pigs?!"
"That seems to be the point she's trying to get across..."
The two still-stuffed girls gazed at a huge table in the middle of their room, packed full of various fattening goodies both savory and sweet. Fried chicken, pizza, cookies, cakes, and pies all lined the table, and a small refrigeration unit sat at one end of the table, undoubtedly filled to the brim with devilishly fattening cold treats like full-cream milk and some of the most fattening ice cream ever seen.
"Times like this make me curse I live in a Netherworld that lies nearly smack dab in the middle of all the others..." Eva groaned, the aroma of pizza tickling her nostrils and tempting her over to the table.
"Why is that?" Etoile asked, already cracking open the refrigerator and pulling out a gigantic ice cream sundae.
"If we weren't near the middle, we wouldn't have so many different dishes to fatten up on." Eva replied, tearing into a deep-fried turkey drumstick. Her tummy gurgled in happiness at the food entering it.
Etoile simply shrugged and sat at the table, a spoon already ferrying cool ice cream to its doom in her now softer midsection. "Mph...at least we won't get sick of eating the same stuff day after day..."
"True...I'd just rather not fatten up at all." She groaned in response, throwing the bare bone aside and snapping up another one. She had a delicate ring of grease around her mouth which she delicately dabbed away, though it quickly was replaced due to the pace of her eating.
Her pudgy blond friend nodded in response, though her actions spoke of a different passion now. He spoon started to clink against the bottom of her bowl, and she pushed it aside to greedily reach for a plump blueberry pie. Snatching it up, she took a big bite, blueberry filling spurting onto her lips and cute little double chin.
"Mph...you're sure not slowing down!" Eva groaned, her stomach starting to groan in protest to her gluttony but also growling in hunger, which confused her.
"It's sho good!" Etoile replied, finishing off her pie and starting in on a large roast duck. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her stomach simply urged her on.
Eva huffed in fullness but couldn't protest any more, simply agreeing with Etoile and digging back into their feast.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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