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Story written by a DA friend who wishes to not be named, I can respect dat!
This is a story featuring a new setting, a new city, and a new OC! Please welcome her into the online world and enjoy the first of many (mis)adventures! :3
Even as dark was approaching, the bustling metropolis that is Silver City was constantly buzzing. Cars were buzzing and honking down cluttered roads, citizens, human and anthromorph alike, either heading home from a hard day's work or going out for a relaxing or fun-filled evening at Mega Hurtz or any other of the city's many hotspots. Families going out for dinner or staying at home enjoying a nice quiet evening.
However, what wasn't a popular nightclub (or even a nightclub at all) was the Silver City Bank. And yet something was stirring around the back alley. A couple of hooded figures huddled around the bank's side, where the trash was usually taken out, trying to pick open the locked door. Which would have been a success many minutes ago if the alley wasn't incredibly dark.
"C'mon, hurry up!" One of them hissed, constantly looking over his shoulder at the street, where people walked back and forth on the main street, cars whizzing past. "Someone might see us!"
"In what light?" The other scoffed, fiddling his lockpick around in the door. "Besides, we're going in the other door so there won't be lasers or anything."
"What about cameras?" The first muttered, still taking quick glances to the road and back to his partner.
"Why d'ya think we dressed up like this?" The second groaned, looking up and showing the other the mask covering his face as well as the hood over his head. "Now stop worryin' and keep a look out."
"Right," the first nodded, standing up straight and heading to the wall of another building in the narrow alley. He blinked; in all his worrying he forgot he had to use the bathroom. So he shrugged and undid the zip in his jeans, relieving himself on the wall.
"Are you doin' what I think you're doin'?" The lockpicker hissed, looking over his shoulder, then moaning. "That's gonna stink like hell."
"I had to pee, man," His friend shrugged, invoking an annoyed sigh from him.
Suddenly, the two robbers froze, both feeling the earth vibrate under their feet.
"You feel that?" The urinator stopped his stream, doing his fly back up. "Like an earthquake."
"Yeah," the lockpicker nodded, looking at the floor around him, then swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. "Y-y'think it's-"
Before he could finish, the two men yelped as they saw the sihlouette of what seemed like rocks flying out from up the alley. The urinator reached into his pocket, fumbling with the small torch he'd brought with him. Turning it on, he shined it ahead at the ground, showing a large hole had suddenly appeared.
"Oh crap," he muttered, yelping as something green leaped out of the hole, landing in front of the robbers with a vibrating thud. The two shined their torches ahead and swallowed; a short, rather round mole anthromorph with short copper hair, seemingly dressed like a superhero, wearing a green spandex outfit with grey metal plates over its elbows and shoulders, a black mask and matching gloves.
"Geo Lass!" The robbers yelled in panic.
"The one and only," the mole heroine chuckled confidently in a strong English accent, her hands on her hips, "a bit late to be making a withdrawal, isn't it chums?"
"W-we weren't causin' any trouble miss," the urinator held his hands up defensively, about ready to finish what he started in his pants.
"Not anymore you're not," Geo Lass smirked, lifting her hands up in front of her like claws. Right then, the very earth began shaking, and suddenly two streams of rock shot out of the ground, catching the two robbers and pinning them against the wall. The rock was slightly arched at the end so they were able to breathe, but not wriggle out. What a time for a pair of robbers to come unarmed. Idiots, Geo Lass thought to herself.
"There we are," she giggled, dusting off her hands with a bright grin, "now, the police know where you are, they'll come get you out."
*Beep beep beep!*
Geo Lass tilted her head, then reached one of her gloves back, revealing a watch on her bare grey-furred wrist. 6:35pm, it read.
"Oh dearie me, look at the time," she tutted, fixing up her glove, "I need to get my babies some dinner going. You two'll behave until the nice cops arrive, won't you?"
With that, the large mole hopped back into the hole she came from, and the vibrating continued, until it slowly faded away.
"Mmm..." Helena Barrow mumbled, her green eyes fluttering open tiredly. The first thing she saw, her alarm clock showing '8:32AM'. "That's way too early..." she mumbled to herself, enjoying a nice lay in on the weekend. But nontheless, she was awake now, she may as well get up.
Or she could sprawl out and enjoy the entire mass of her bed, seeing her darling husband had already left for work. She decided to try the latter.
...yup, she was definitely sleeping in. She giggled, letting her eyes close again and have another nice rest.
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
"Ugh, bugger..." Helena moaned, her eyelids lifting open again. "It can't be 11 already...?"
She rolled over to her bedside table and slammed her clawed hand on the infernal beeping clock. Sure enough, it said in bright red, '11AM'.
Letting out a heavy sigh, the short round grey mole rose up from her pillow, stretching out her arms and neck as she yawned loudly. Lifting herself out of bed, which gave an audible creak from the relief of its owner's 350lb frame coming off it, Helena gave her side a soft scratch as she plodded heavily to the bathroom, her bubble butt and thunder thighs jiggling with each lumbering step, and getting a quick lazy wash in the sink.
She let out another yawn and plodded back to her bedroom, hearing cartoony noises downstairs. The kids must be awake already, she determined. She liked giving them lie-ins on the weekend.
She grabbed her favourite clothes, a green sweater and brown trousers, and slipped them on. The sweater felt a bit snug around her middle, and the trousers felt a little tight, but she could wear them fine. Popping on her slippers, she was set for a nice calm Saturday. No Geo Lass for her tonight.
After quickly brushing her short copper hair, the big mama mole plodded down the stairs, each step thudding loudly as she gave another groggy yawn. The noises from the TV got louder as she approached the living room, where she walked inside and sure enough, her five little darlings were sitting around, eyes fixed on the screen.
"Good morni- ...oh dear!" Helena gasped, getting a better look at her kids; they were butterballs! All five of them were perfectly round; even her youngest daughter was a little blobby ball squished into the sofa, a can in both her pudgy paws and surrounding herself in wrappers and bags for snacks.
"Hi mum," one of her daughters greeted, waving a very thick arm slightly, and her paw automatically dove into a bag of chocolate balls, shoving a pawful into her mouth.
"Morning sweetheart," Helena muttered, sounded rather bewildered, and lifting up the very bag to inspect it. "What on earth are you all eating?" She mumbled to herself, ignoring the complaintive "Muuuum!" from her daughter.
'PaxSnax Chocolate Balls, from Paxton Confectioneries' said the brightly coloured logos on the bag. The mole tilted her head, cocking an eyebrow; she'd heard of Paxton before. They make sweets that are incredibly delicious, but also just as addictive and even more fattening. In fact, growth is almost instant!
But the strange part; other than that they seem to be very healthy. She had her kids taken to the doctor for multiple checkups and every result was the same; despite their huge weight gain, they're perfectly healthy. So she let them keep eating them, but now...they're blobs!
"What's so good about this Paxton stuff anyway?" She mumbled, pouring a small number of chocolate balls into her paw before setting the bag back down to her daughter, who grabbed it and began gobbling them back up defensively.
They do *look* rather nice, she thought to herself as she lifted one of the small treats between her clawed fingers, blinking at it. She gave it a small snuffle; very chocolatey indeed...and rather tempting too.
She shrugged and popped it in, chewing and swallowing it.
"Hmm..." she mumbled, smacking her lips, then was overcome with realisation. "These...aren't so bad. In fact, they're yummy!"
Without a second thought, she shoved the pawful of chocolate balls into her newly-hungry mouth, giving her rounded tummy a rub as she swallowed them.
"Could I maybe get some more, sweetheart?" She asked her daughter, sounding almost pleading.
"Dad left some for you in the kitchen," she explained, nodding towards the door as she gobbled up more snacks.
Without hesitating, Helena thumped out of the living room excitedly, and sure enough, right on the counter was a large plastic bag with her name on a yellow note stuck to it.
She giggled and clapped her paws, pulling open the bag. Chocolate bars, chips packets, chocolate balls bags, every single one a Paxton product, all filling the bag to the brim! Helena squeaked with glee and pulled open the chocolate bar, ripping the wrapper off and taking a bite.
Delicious!
She took a larger bite, gobbling up the bar within a few mouthfulls. "Mmmm~! What else've we got, you beautiful bag~?"
Next was the bag of chocolates she'd tested before, ripping open the top and pouring plentiful pawfuls into her greedy gob.
What she hadn't noticed within her nirvana was her sweater beginning to ride up her stomach, which was slowly but surely expanding, along with her large thighs getting larger and generously sized butt becoming plenty more generous. Her snug trousers were getting even snugger, but she didn't notice. She was starving, and PaxSnax was just the answer!
"Awww, all gone," Helena whined, shaking the empty plastic bag upside down in hopes of one more chocolate bar falling out, but no such luck. She was sitting on the floor now, her rump once a pair of beachballs now looking like a couple of grey prize-winning pumpkins. Her thunder thighs had become thunder-and-lightning thighs, spreading out her tree-trunk legs to each side of her rounded belly, giving her a sort of blobby ball-like appearance. Her trousers, once tight, were now ripped and torn at the legs with grey bits of flabby fur poking out, the button popped and the zip undone. Her sweater had torn from the bottom, making large grey lines of fur appear within the tears.
With a chance to calm down from her high, she looked down at herself, then gave a surprised gasp.
"Gosh, those treats *really* did a number on me!" She mumbled, patting her much bigger belly, which wobbled and sloshed happily with all the fattening junk inside it.
"Then again, I can always work it off." She shrugged, then giggled into her thick pudgy paw. "And they *are* delicious~!"
Weeks went by, and Helena's addiction for PaxSnax only grew, becoming just as big as her body and growing along with it. Big bags turned into large boxes, which turned into huge crates, chock-full of the delicious addictive fattening treats she loved so much. It wasn't just chocolate and chips though; Paxton also made ice cream and cakes and other desserts! And Helena was buried just as much in those. Of course her kids got crates of their own to gobble up, but this is Helena's story.
And so, from the moment she lumbered out of bed to the second she thudded into it, she ate. And ate. And ate and ate and ate and ate and ATE.
One evening in the financial sector of Silver City...
"C'mon, hurry up," a young slender human girl hissed to her cat girl anthromorph accomplice. The Silver City Bank was a target again, this time of a pair of much smarter thieves, who came armed with fighting knowledge. Smuggling guns and knives around, even at night, was risky in Silver City.
"I'm trying," the cat whined, one of her claws in the side-door lock, "this isn't as easy as it looks, y'know!"
"I thought cats were supposed to be good at this," the human huffed, "I mean, why else would they be called 'cat burglars'?"
"Shut your trap," the feline hissed, "I've almost got it anyw-"
She paused, ears flicking. "Feel that?"
The human blinked. "No?"
"I can," she removed her claw from the door and got on all fours on the ground, putting an ear to the concrete, "vibrating."
The human girl scoffed, then yelped as she lifted one of her feet off the vibrating earth. "W-wait, I feel it now!"
The cat got back on her legs, nodding sagely. "I think it could be-"
Without warning, rocks and shards of earth exploded out from up the alley, revealing a large hole.
"Y-yup," the human nodded, "I think you're right!"
"Here I co- ...uh?" Geo Lass popped out of the hole. ...well, half of her did anyway. The superheroine grunted and gasped as she twisted her large body, wriggling out of the dirt. "Aah, there we go...and here I am~!"
The two would-be burglars blinked at her...then snorted into hysterical laughter at what they saw. The mole's green costume was incredibly tight, and ripped and torn here and there letting grey flabby fluff poke out anywhere it could. Her gloves, once loose on her wrists, barely fit on. Her legs and backside were incredibly snug, causing the husky heroine to wriggle and grunt to get comfortable in it. Her black mask was nearly engulfed by her round chubby cheeks.
Geo Lass was a huge fat mess. Literally. And yet she retained her stoic demeanour as if all was normal.
"Put on a bit of weight, girl?" The human managed to get out between giggles.
"I-I think, you're due for a costume change," the cat snorted, wiping a tear from her eye.
"This isn't really a laughing matter, girls," Geo Lass kept her cool, trying to shove the nagging craving for PaxSnax to the back of her head, "don't you know the bank closed hours ago?"
"Yeah, so did the gym," the human retorted, causing another rouse of giggles from her partner.
Geo Lass huffed. "If you two could kindly stay where you are, I can let my geokinesis apprehe-"
*GRRRROOOORRRRBLBLBLBLBL...*
"...ahem," the mole cleared her throat, cheeks bright red as she tried to ignore her appetite and quivering stomach for now, "as I was saying, the fun's over."
"O-okay, you're right," the human girl snorted, clearing her throat, "you're right, fun's over. Let's tip this cow!"
The two robbers sprinted for Geo Lass, giving her almost no time to react. The greedy mole had let her mind slip to thinking of having another PaxSnax binge when she got home.
Suddenly, she was teetering. The two had rammed into her hard.
They were literally going to tip her over!
"Look at this hippo!" The cat girl giggled from behind her, "and her beachballs back here!"
Geo Lass huffed as the two girls giggled hard, knowing she'd meant her rump.
Suddenly, her weight shifted.
*WHUMP!*
"Oof!" Geo Lass muttered, shaking off her slight dizziness. She was sitting down on the ground, and something was stirring beneath her.
"Oof, get off us you fat cow!" The human girl snarled, trying to push against her butt to pull herself out, but succeeded only in squishing her hands in deep into her soft flesh.
"Heehee, don't do that~!" Geo Lass giggled, causing waves of ripples through her body. "It tickles!"
Thankfully for all three of them, the police arrived not too long after to apprehend the burglers...after they heaved Geo Lass back onto her dainty feet.
"Thanks for the help," one female officer grinned at her, "wish we could pay you back for it. We've been after these two for months."
"Well, now that you mention it luv," Geo Lass smiled, rubbing her grumbling stomach and smacking her lips, "don't know where I could get some PaxSnax around here, do ya~?"
This is a story featuring a new setting, a new city, and a new OC! Please welcome her into the online world and enjoy the first of many (mis)adventures! :3
Even as dark was approaching, the bustling metropolis that is Silver City was constantly buzzing. Cars were buzzing and honking down cluttered roads, citizens, human and anthromorph alike, either heading home from a hard day's work or going out for a relaxing or fun-filled evening at Mega Hurtz or any other of the city's many hotspots. Families going out for dinner or staying at home enjoying a nice quiet evening.
However, what wasn't a popular nightclub (or even a nightclub at all) was the Silver City Bank. And yet something was stirring around the back alley. A couple of hooded figures huddled around the bank's side, where the trash was usually taken out, trying to pick open the locked door. Which would have been a success many minutes ago if the alley wasn't incredibly dark.
"C'mon, hurry up!" One of them hissed, constantly looking over his shoulder at the street, where people walked back and forth on the main street, cars whizzing past. "Someone might see us!"
"In what light?" The other scoffed, fiddling his lockpick around in the door. "Besides, we're going in the other door so there won't be lasers or anything."
"What about cameras?" The first muttered, still taking quick glances to the road and back to his partner.
"Why d'ya think we dressed up like this?" The second groaned, looking up and showing the other the mask covering his face as well as the hood over his head. "Now stop worryin' and keep a look out."
"Right," the first nodded, standing up straight and heading to the wall of another building in the narrow alley. He blinked; in all his worrying he forgot he had to use the bathroom. So he shrugged and undid the zip in his jeans, relieving himself on the wall.
"Are you doin' what I think you're doin'?" The lockpicker hissed, looking over his shoulder, then moaning. "That's gonna stink like hell."
"I had to pee, man," His friend shrugged, invoking an annoyed sigh from him.
Suddenly, the two robbers froze, both feeling the earth vibrate under their feet.
"You feel that?" The urinator stopped his stream, doing his fly back up. "Like an earthquake."
"Yeah," the lockpicker nodded, looking at the floor around him, then swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. "Y-y'think it's-"
Before he could finish, the two men yelped as they saw the sihlouette of what seemed like rocks flying out from up the alley. The urinator reached into his pocket, fumbling with the small torch he'd brought with him. Turning it on, he shined it ahead at the ground, showing a large hole had suddenly appeared.
"Oh crap," he muttered, yelping as something green leaped out of the hole, landing in front of the robbers with a vibrating thud. The two shined their torches ahead and swallowed; a short, rather round mole anthromorph with short copper hair, seemingly dressed like a superhero, wearing a green spandex outfit with grey metal plates over its elbows and shoulders, a black mask and matching gloves.
"Geo Lass!" The robbers yelled in panic.
"The one and only," the mole heroine chuckled confidently in a strong English accent, her hands on her hips, "a bit late to be making a withdrawal, isn't it chums?"
"W-we weren't causin' any trouble miss," the urinator held his hands up defensively, about ready to finish what he started in his pants.
"Not anymore you're not," Geo Lass smirked, lifting her hands up in front of her like claws. Right then, the very earth began shaking, and suddenly two streams of rock shot out of the ground, catching the two robbers and pinning them against the wall. The rock was slightly arched at the end so they were able to breathe, but not wriggle out. What a time for a pair of robbers to come unarmed. Idiots, Geo Lass thought to herself.
"There we are," she giggled, dusting off her hands with a bright grin, "now, the police know where you are, they'll come get you out."
*Beep beep beep!*
Geo Lass tilted her head, then reached one of her gloves back, revealing a watch on her bare grey-furred wrist. 6:35pm, it read.
"Oh dearie me, look at the time," she tutted, fixing up her glove, "I need to get my babies some dinner going. You two'll behave until the nice cops arrive, won't you?"
With that, the large mole hopped back into the hole she came from, and the vibrating continued, until it slowly faded away.
"Mmm..." Helena Barrow mumbled, her green eyes fluttering open tiredly. The first thing she saw, her alarm clock showing '8:32AM'. "That's way too early..." she mumbled to herself, enjoying a nice lay in on the weekend. But nontheless, she was awake now, she may as well get up.
Or she could sprawl out and enjoy the entire mass of her bed, seeing her darling husband had already left for work. She decided to try the latter.
...yup, she was definitely sleeping in. She giggled, letting her eyes close again and have another nice rest.
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
"Ugh, bugger..." Helena moaned, her eyelids lifting open again. "It can't be 11 already...?"
She rolled over to her bedside table and slammed her clawed hand on the infernal beeping clock. Sure enough, it said in bright red, '11AM'.
Letting out a heavy sigh, the short round grey mole rose up from her pillow, stretching out her arms and neck as she yawned loudly. Lifting herself out of bed, which gave an audible creak from the relief of its owner's 350lb frame coming off it, Helena gave her side a soft scratch as she plodded heavily to the bathroom, her bubble butt and thunder thighs jiggling with each lumbering step, and getting a quick lazy wash in the sink.
She let out another yawn and plodded back to her bedroom, hearing cartoony noises downstairs. The kids must be awake already, she determined. She liked giving them lie-ins on the weekend.
She grabbed her favourite clothes, a green sweater and brown trousers, and slipped them on. The sweater felt a bit snug around her middle, and the trousers felt a little tight, but she could wear them fine. Popping on her slippers, she was set for a nice calm Saturday. No Geo Lass for her tonight.
After quickly brushing her short copper hair, the big mama mole plodded down the stairs, each step thudding loudly as she gave another groggy yawn. The noises from the TV got louder as she approached the living room, where she walked inside and sure enough, her five little darlings were sitting around, eyes fixed on the screen.
"Good morni- ...oh dear!" Helena gasped, getting a better look at her kids; they were butterballs! All five of them were perfectly round; even her youngest daughter was a little blobby ball squished into the sofa, a can in both her pudgy paws and surrounding herself in wrappers and bags for snacks.
"Hi mum," one of her daughters greeted, waving a very thick arm slightly, and her paw automatically dove into a bag of chocolate balls, shoving a pawful into her mouth.
"Morning sweetheart," Helena muttered, sounded rather bewildered, and lifting up the very bag to inspect it. "What on earth are you all eating?" She mumbled to herself, ignoring the complaintive "Muuuum!" from her daughter.
'PaxSnax Chocolate Balls, from Paxton Confectioneries' said the brightly coloured logos on the bag. The mole tilted her head, cocking an eyebrow; she'd heard of Paxton before. They make sweets that are incredibly delicious, but also just as addictive and even more fattening. In fact, growth is almost instant!
But the strange part; other than that they seem to be very healthy. She had her kids taken to the doctor for multiple checkups and every result was the same; despite their huge weight gain, they're perfectly healthy. So she let them keep eating them, but now...they're blobs!
"What's so good about this Paxton stuff anyway?" She mumbled, pouring a small number of chocolate balls into her paw before setting the bag back down to her daughter, who grabbed it and began gobbling them back up defensively.
They do *look* rather nice, she thought to herself as she lifted one of the small treats between her clawed fingers, blinking at it. She gave it a small snuffle; very chocolatey indeed...and rather tempting too.
She shrugged and popped it in, chewing and swallowing it.
"Hmm..." she mumbled, smacking her lips, then was overcome with realisation. "These...aren't so bad. In fact, they're yummy!"
Without a second thought, she shoved the pawful of chocolate balls into her newly-hungry mouth, giving her rounded tummy a rub as she swallowed them.
"Could I maybe get some more, sweetheart?" She asked her daughter, sounding almost pleading.
"Dad left some for you in the kitchen," she explained, nodding towards the door as she gobbled up more snacks.
Without hesitating, Helena thumped out of the living room excitedly, and sure enough, right on the counter was a large plastic bag with her name on a yellow note stuck to it.
She giggled and clapped her paws, pulling open the bag. Chocolate bars, chips packets, chocolate balls bags, every single one a Paxton product, all filling the bag to the brim! Helena squeaked with glee and pulled open the chocolate bar, ripping the wrapper off and taking a bite.
Delicious!
She took a larger bite, gobbling up the bar within a few mouthfulls. "Mmmm~! What else've we got, you beautiful bag~?"
Next was the bag of chocolates she'd tested before, ripping open the top and pouring plentiful pawfuls into her greedy gob.
What she hadn't noticed within her nirvana was her sweater beginning to ride up her stomach, which was slowly but surely expanding, along with her large thighs getting larger and generously sized butt becoming plenty more generous. Her snug trousers were getting even snugger, but she didn't notice. She was starving, and PaxSnax was just the answer!
"Awww, all gone," Helena whined, shaking the empty plastic bag upside down in hopes of one more chocolate bar falling out, but no such luck. She was sitting on the floor now, her rump once a pair of beachballs now looking like a couple of grey prize-winning pumpkins. Her thunder thighs had become thunder-and-lightning thighs, spreading out her tree-trunk legs to each side of her rounded belly, giving her a sort of blobby ball-like appearance. Her trousers, once tight, were now ripped and torn at the legs with grey bits of flabby fur poking out, the button popped and the zip undone. Her sweater had torn from the bottom, making large grey lines of fur appear within the tears.
With a chance to calm down from her high, she looked down at herself, then gave a surprised gasp.
"Gosh, those treats *really* did a number on me!" She mumbled, patting her much bigger belly, which wobbled and sloshed happily with all the fattening junk inside it.
"Then again, I can always work it off." She shrugged, then giggled into her thick pudgy paw. "And they *are* delicious~!"
Weeks went by, and Helena's addiction for PaxSnax only grew, becoming just as big as her body and growing along with it. Big bags turned into large boxes, which turned into huge crates, chock-full of the delicious addictive fattening treats she loved so much. It wasn't just chocolate and chips though; Paxton also made ice cream and cakes and other desserts! And Helena was buried just as much in those. Of course her kids got crates of their own to gobble up, but this is Helena's story.
And so, from the moment she lumbered out of bed to the second she thudded into it, she ate. And ate. And ate and ate and ate and ate and ATE.
One evening in the financial sector of Silver City...
"C'mon, hurry up," a young slender human girl hissed to her cat girl anthromorph accomplice. The Silver City Bank was a target again, this time of a pair of much smarter thieves, who came armed with fighting knowledge. Smuggling guns and knives around, even at night, was risky in Silver City.
"I'm trying," the cat whined, one of her claws in the side-door lock, "this isn't as easy as it looks, y'know!"
"I thought cats were supposed to be good at this," the human huffed, "I mean, why else would they be called 'cat burglars'?"
"Shut your trap," the feline hissed, "I've almost got it anyw-"
She paused, ears flicking. "Feel that?"
The human blinked. "No?"
"I can," she removed her claw from the door and got on all fours on the ground, putting an ear to the concrete, "vibrating."
The human girl scoffed, then yelped as she lifted one of her feet off the vibrating earth. "W-wait, I feel it now!"
The cat got back on her legs, nodding sagely. "I think it could be-"
Without warning, rocks and shards of earth exploded out from up the alley, revealing a large hole.
"Y-yup," the human nodded, "I think you're right!"
"Here I co- ...uh?" Geo Lass popped out of the hole. ...well, half of her did anyway. The superheroine grunted and gasped as she twisted her large body, wriggling out of the dirt. "Aah, there we go...and here I am~!"
The two would-be burglars blinked at her...then snorted into hysterical laughter at what they saw. The mole's green costume was incredibly tight, and ripped and torn here and there letting grey flabby fluff poke out anywhere it could. Her gloves, once loose on her wrists, barely fit on. Her legs and backside were incredibly snug, causing the husky heroine to wriggle and grunt to get comfortable in it. Her black mask was nearly engulfed by her round chubby cheeks.
Geo Lass was a huge fat mess. Literally. And yet she retained her stoic demeanour as if all was normal.
"Put on a bit of weight, girl?" The human managed to get out between giggles.
"I-I think, you're due for a costume change," the cat snorted, wiping a tear from her eye.
"This isn't really a laughing matter, girls," Geo Lass kept her cool, trying to shove the nagging craving for PaxSnax to the back of her head, "don't you know the bank closed hours ago?"
"Yeah, so did the gym," the human retorted, causing another rouse of giggles from her partner.
Geo Lass huffed. "If you two could kindly stay where you are, I can let my geokinesis apprehe-"
*GRRRROOOORRRRBLBLBLBLBL...*
"...ahem," the mole cleared her throat, cheeks bright red as she tried to ignore her appetite and quivering stomach for now, "as I was saying, the fun's over."
"O-okay, you're right," the human girl snorted, clearing her throat, "you're right, fun's over. Let's tip this cow!"
The two robbers sprinted for Geo Lass, giving her almost no time to react. The greedy mole had let her mind slip to thinking of having another PaxSnax binge when she got home.
Suddenly, she was teetering. The two had rammed into her hard.
They were literally going to tip her over!
"Look at this hippo!" The cat girl giggled from behind her, "and her beachballs back here!"
Geo Lass huffed as the two girls giggled hard, knowing she'd meant her rump.
Suddenly, her weight shifted.
*WHUMP!*
"Oof!" Geo Lass muttered, shaking off her slight dizziness. She was sitting down on the ground, and something was stirring beneath her.
"Oof, get off us you fat cow!" The human girl snarled, trying to push against her butt to pull herself out, but succeeded only in squishing her hands in deep into her soft flesh.
"Heehee, don't do that~!" Geo Lass giggled, causing waves of ripples through her body. "It tickles!"
Thankfully for all three of them, the police arrived not too long after to apprehend the burglers...after they heaved Geo Lass back onto her dainty feet.
"Thanks for the help," one female officer grinned at her, "wish we could pay you back for it. We've been after these two for months."
"Well, now that you mention it luv," Geo Lass smiled, rubbing her grumbling stomach and smacking her lips, "don't know where I could get some PaxSnax around here, do ya~?"
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Rodent (Other)
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 18.9 kB
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