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"Don't you think we've... haaah.... gotten a bit... too big, E-elizabeth?" Kotone wondered aloud, glancing nervously from side to side.
"Oh? Having second thoughts?" Elizabeth questioned back, smiling coyly as she brought a slim finger to her chin. "And here I thought it was you who requested I take over for Theo as your caretaker..."
"Y-yes..." Kotone stammered, blushing in response.
"Would you like me to summon him then? I'm sure he'd know just the right diet and exercises to get you... down to size, in a year or two." Elizabeth replied, grinning almost sadistically at the thought of what that might entail.
"N-no!" Kotone yelped, her puffy chins quivering from side to side as she shook her head as fast as she could, the lard swallowing up her neck ensuring the motion be as slow and awkward as possible. The once slim and energetic tennis star by day, S.E.E.S. member by night, had become a shell of her former self, having ballooned in size so rapidly as to render herself near immobile, and more than incapable of keeping up with her former extracurricular activities. This in and of itself however, as well as the reasons for her gain, were neither incidental, nor coincidental. Ever since she had been a little girl, Kotone had found herself fascinated, sometimes even obsessed, with those bigger, heavier, fatter than her. Though this manifested itself throughout her mind in a myriad of different ways, chief among these feelings being a desire to experience the sensation of being fat and gaining weight for herself. And so, once finally allowed to live relatively on her own, besides having to live with a handful of admittedly close dorm mates, she had begun pursuing this goal in earnest, and achieved it with shocking efficiency.
What had started out as a simple, overstuffed pot belly quickly exploded into a gargantuan blanket of hanging, heavy flesh, flowing down well beyond her knees and down to the ground, seeping on forward past her sausage like toes. Her distinctive, apron-like stomach reinforced the motherly aura of leadership she carried among her friends, all while being weighty enough to ensure that she was unable to carry out the duties associated with being a leader to begin with. She was promptly relieved of said duties, though she hardly mourned the loss of responsibility that had come with them, choosing to invest her newfound time into, of course, hastening her gain.
Naturally, the rest of her body had far from escaped the torrent of poundage she had greedily forced upon herself. Packed with swollen rolls and countless pockets of cellulite, Kotone's legs proved to be almost lumpy in appearance, quivering and slapping into each other with every encumbered step. They rubbed against each other fiercely, making it feel as if a fire had been lit in between her swollen thighs whenever Kotone found herself forced into waddling, a misfortune that occurred far more often than she would have liked. Her ass, though shockingly not voluptuous given her figure prior to gaining weight, made up for it in its sheer width, its dimpled, wobbling cheeks reaching an equivalent diameter to her enormous stomach. Piles of greasy back fat heaped itself up upon her slight shelf of a rear, to the point where its collective, sagging mass managed to stick out even further than the girl's overblown personal seat. Monstrously oversized arms rested above the curve of her belly, the ridiculous size of these elephantine, ham like pillars of fat rendering bending, of even lifting, her arms near impossibility. Beneath these rested her poor, undersized breast, which although far larger than the average woman's mammaries, were far from impressive given the state of the rest of her body. The trash bag sized pockets of meat and fat were wrapped beneath a tight, appropriately coloured black t-shirt. This poor garment was the only article of clothing that could ever hope to fit around Kotone's positively enormous frame, only managing to serve as little more than a bra, even with the countless X's that adorned its tag. Topping off her many fattened features was her swollen face, her beach ball sized cheeks and inner tube like triplet of chins managing to complete her slovenly look. To put it bluntly, Kotone was simply huge, her incredible size requiring nothing less than a cattle scale to even weigh her. Having broken four digits and now weighing far over a half ton, her tightly packed flab nearly caused her entire body to form a perfect orb of morbid obesity, despite her many rolls, a weight and look in which Kotone took great pride in.
Despite her own personal sense of accomplishment, those around her failed to see things in the same, positive light she did. More often than not Kotone would find herself accosted by her female friends, with quips ranging from subtle to non-subtle constantly shoved into her flabby face despite her own wishes. Even the kind hearted Fuuka couldn't help herself from making more than a few "suggestions" as to various healthy foods to snack on whenever she would confidently announce her own hunger. To make matters worse, her own personal "attendant", Theodore, viewed her excess weight with vehement disdain, forcing her to excessively in increasingly intrusive ways whenever he could. Left disheartened by others and their inability to accept her own decision when it came to her own body, Kotone quickly found herself growing attached to Theodore's sister, Elizabeth, from the moment the two were first introduced. Positively receptive and encouraging towards her weight gain, Kotone quickly jumped at Elizabeth's eventual offer to be "taken under her wing", much to Theodore's heart break. However, Elizabeth had her own idiosyncrasies to deal with, ones that Kotone was more than acquainted with by now.
"Then that's final!" Elizabeth declared definitively, crossing her narrow arms. Despite her seemingly odd demeanor at times, she could prove herself to be surprisingly forceful depending on the situation, something which Kotone had not expected. In the face of Elizabeth's demands and requests, she somehow found herself powerless, losing much of the confidence she generally had throughout her daily life. Still, she could help herself from speaking up.
"I-I wasn't talking... nghhh... about myself though, I was more... huuff... referring to-"
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"M-Makoto..."
Grunting in response to the roaring of his stomach, the mountainous mound of flesh and fat that was Makoto had begun to stir once again, seemingly awoken by his own ravenous hunger. Though usually silent, his body's own constant guttural noises and frequent emissions ensured that he did not remain unheard. Elizabeth's first master prior to her co-opting of Kotone from Theodore, Makoto had had MUCH more time underneath the supervision of the coy elevator attendant they now shared to be fattened up, causing him to swell uncontrollably into what could hardly be described as anything other than a blob. The two fatties shared many similarities, while still having just as many differences. Suspiciously, even their backgrounds seemed to be shockingly similar, though Elizabeth assured the two that this was purely coincidental, striving to rid the two of any thoughts that could potentially detract from her intended roles for the pair. As far as Elizabeth was concerned, the most important distinction between the two was their attitudes towards gaining. While Kotone was more than willing to fatten herself up, much to Elizabeth's delight, Makoto was the total opposite. In that regard Elizabeth found herself having to be far more forceful in dealing with him, something which she had proved to be dangerously proficient in. However, thanks to Makoto's general apathy, it did not take much for her to accomplish this either. Quickly stretching out his stomach through many forced feeding sessions, it wasn't long before Makoto was left helplessly hungry at all times and fully at the mercy of what was supposed to be his attendant. Tending to his every need, from heaping tons of praise upon him, to massaging his increasing fat, and even hand feeding him, it wasn't long before Makoto was left a total, blubbery blimp, and thanks to the greater amount of time Elizabeth had had with the boy, much larger than Kotone could have possibly ever imagined.
His dark blue hair sat atop cheeks flushed red from exhaustion, the entity of his enormous weight bearing down on him left his lungs crushed and relatively empty of oxygen. If not for said blue hair, his fleshy head and face would be almost impossible to find amongst the swell of the rest of his colossal body. Every part of his body was buried beneath tons of fleshy, overgrown rolls, each swallowing up every one of his body's features beneath their expanse. It formed one great blob as it meshed together, causing the majority of his body parts to become indistinguishable from each other outside of the lard smothered whole without keen observation. His bloated hands and feet had been entirely swallowed up by a cascade of conspicuous meat, barely indicating where they once had been. The rest of him could be found in a similar, slobish state, his form entirely consistent with a mass of messy folds. From his engorged breasts, each a seeping dollop of pure lard dripping down his sides and onto the floor, to his cavernous ass crack, Makoto was positively massive, and in the state he was in, utterly incapable of losing weight, even with Kotone's feeble protests.
"Oh my!" Elizabeth cried, giggling loudly at the sound of her awakening lard balloon. "You must be hungry after such a long slumber... don't worry, I'll be right up!" She smiled, giggling as she pushed her hands into Makoto's flowing, lardy stomach. Kotone couldn't help but sigh as she watched Elizabeth begin to crawl up onto Makoto's sweaty flab on all fours towards his bed-like shoulders, where'd she undoubtedly spend the next few hours feeding him and only him. Despite her worry for him, at the same time Kotone couldn't help but be jealous of the treatment her male counterpart received, wishing she were in his place instead. It seemed almost unfair to the girl, especially with how apathetic he seemed to the pace of his own gain, something wondrous she had always dreamed of achieving She blushed as Elizabeth scaled his enormous, sagging moobs, helplessly envious of their greater size, while subconsciously allured by their seductive jiggling. She looked down at her own meager pair and whimpered, knowing it would be sometime before she could hope to ever catch up to him.
"At least I'm... haaahh.. still mobile..." Kotone muttered grumpily, trying to reassure herself in whatever ways she could. Perceptive as ever, Elizabeth took note of this, and grinned slightly. The cogs in her head were turning once again, and no matter the conclusion she reached, it would undoubtedly end in the two growing even fatter than before. At the very least, she could make sure Kotone would get what she had wished for, sooner rather than later.