Annnnd here I am again, out of the woodworks! Same guy, different place, with ladies. Ain't my best work, but I do hope you enjoy it! Next one will be about inflation, as I've been getting into some DnD shenanigans that have me thieving for some balloons and some poppers, but until then, have a cuddly, albeit slightly ominous short story about a lady and her attempt to take care of a blob.

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Unexpected circumstances leading into conventional issues that then tap into the reality that stands upon this ledge near the cliff face- At least that's what she'd say now anyways. A couple of days leading into weeks and then months of traveling the stained yellow carpentry these rooms provide, light fixtures barely providing the visionary allowance necessary to see beyond the first couple of rooms, bags and ripped clothing in such clear abundance that she had grown suspicious of the lacking personnel that would befit such extraordinary amounts of supplies they could live off of. Between the randomly strewn cabinets, the bags of marshmallows that had turned her once jubilee friend into an arrogant slow waddling paddling of obesity; the smell of honey emanating off of them as though they had slobbered through a vat and the unilateral untasteful burgers that had enough grease to light a fire by just being in clear cut contact with something warm?

It was a wonder how either of them made the distance without becoming immobile.

Well… Teek was mostly thinking of Dinah in regards to that last sentence. She kept her habitual eating ‘problems’ to a hold mostly, only eating when it was deemed necessary so she wouldn't starve her body away, with some exceptions between the days of sleep and trying to keep Dinah from tearing her ears apart whenever she dared to try and ‘take what belongs to me’ as she would attempt to solve the hunger pangs. She would continue the exercises she had previously done and did so rigorously enough to prevent her legs, belly and breast from becoming swaddling definitions of buttery fat that would clam together and chafe like chalk to concrete ground. However… In stark contrast to her grandiose attempt to avoid getting overly abundant in fleshy rolls she knew would harm the mobility as she inched closer and closer to what she believed was now barely below three hundred-

Dinah took the opposing route. “You GODDAMN IDIOT!” Teeko thought she had a better control over her anxiety, enough that this stripped kitty wouldn't have to bother with keeping an eye on her and the path ahead, seeing as they had worked on it together. However, it seemed a tad flimsy and with the mental degradation pounding at both of their backside, it seemed to have tackled Dinah first… First it was marshmallows that tasted way too sweet, then the overtly and obvious traps in the form of bundled meat between two patties. It was like she had forgoed all sense of reasoning. “HOW AM I GONNA HELP YOU?!”

Until it suddenly hit her now, smack dab in the ass. Gulping down copious amounts of sugar from a chocolate fountain, her fur is drenched, body sticky. Her boobs sag to the side, dripping and dipping a whole three inches, right over the first top three ribs that would've been visible otherwise. Arms dangle from within the triple donut holes Teek could see through the ripped cloth, half of which was stuck inside, leaving her with barely an elbow and some sausages to twiddle with anything in front of her. However, even that would prove impossible when the softening cushion-ware in replacement to a relatively fit stomach became apparent, with anytime she would dare lean forward resulting in a bounce back into her original stance, cushioned by the encumbered neck rolls as her head flings backwards. If those chubby cheeks were anything to roll off of, like the grease stains and chocolate fondue? She was already well on course to stay here, in this very room…

For as long as there was food to be supplied to her grubby hands, which by the looks of it, would be temporary… Bingo wings fail to even flay around as she attempts to hide her evidence, maw trying to use what little muscle EXISTED under all that blubber to spit the hose connecting to the fountain. Teek pulls it herself, earning a few spatters of chocolate on the fur. “WHY?!” Teeko screeches, her own mind cracked by the ill mental resistance to stuff herself at EVERY GODDAMN point. “I CAN'T- HOW AM I GONNA-”

“FUCKING. MORON!”

She can't hold it back. “AT EVERY POINT I TOLD YOU TO STOP. EATING. SO. MUCH!” Her fist cratered into the wall. “LOOK AT YOU! YOUR LEGS ARE STUCK BENEATH YOUR BULBOUS PUMPKIN SHAPED ASS, YOUR ARMS SUCKLED INTO THE WANING FAT, HEAD BARELY ABLE TO TURN TO EVEN MEET MY EYES!”

“BOOOOOOOURP.”

“Oh of COURSE!-”

“STOP YELLING AT ME LIKE ITS NOT-” One belch later, “YOUR FAULT!”

“YOU DIDN'T STOP ME!”

A rumble shook her off balance, shifting chafing ass colliding together as the mass of flesh tried to move closer to their supposed criminal of the day. “YOU COULD’VE STOOOOURP ME AT ANY POINT, CALM ME DOWN, LET ME SIMMER MY FEELINGS OUT!” The lioness face scrunches up, eyebrows furrowing. “BUT NOOOORP, YOU WANT TO KEEP MOVING, FOCUS MORE ON ‘SURVIVING’.”

“Do you even HEAR yourself right now?!”


Because honestly, this sounds dramatically simplified for what she did for THEM! What else were they supposed to do?! It’s not like they had an idea where they were or how they got here, let alone what could possibly be leaving bags upon bags of scraps and goodies around with claw marks galore! “You expect ME to take care of YOU when you’re barely able to do so yourself?” She scoffs, watching the room filling gulping WHALE turn agape. “I have been trying my BEST to keep you alive, because you’re my FRIEND! My BEST gal. This is why I warned you against eating random food off the ground, stick away from the sugar and high fructose corn syrup to avoid any excess gain upon your willing body! I’ve told you this, MULTIPLE times!”

“To expect me to conquer your mind when the body is being taxed at every given turn is an impossible task when even you aren’t willing to.”

“Says YOU!” Dinah snaps back. “You’re all soft and round, thighs just squelching close to immobility as I AM! Barely any lift to those arms, neck surrounded by amounding MASS!”

“Except, oh wait, I’m not the one taking up half of the rectangular square feet of ROOM we SHOULD’VE had not even a couple moments AGO! Don’t you SEE it?! You’re GROWING, BEYOND what I CAN help you WITH!”

“Surely those eye’s aren’t so padded that even you can’t see what the PROBLEM is, right?”

“Then you’re truly useless…”

Teeko gasped as those words excited their chubby cheeks. Dinah’s eyes opened wide. “W-wait, I didn’t- Hold ooooourp.”

“You- Goddamn- BELCH BAG!”

She begins stomping towards the blob, despite noticing a line of striped green was lifting itself into the air. “I SAVED us! I HELPED you!” She pokes a finger into their naked navel, pinching, to no avail. “Look at this- Look at YOU!”

Dinah didn’t open their eyes. “Dinah, LOOK!- Fuck!” Her leg slips, fingers gripping as her own body is sucked downward. “Dinah!”

“Teek!”

The gray lynx tries to reach out, hand extended as far as it could possibly attempt to, to, as said before, to no avail. “JUST- HOLD ON!” Dinah’s heart beat as she still sank, arm stretching. The fibers in her arm grow tender, joints threatening to pop, fingers slipping under grease and gain. “Teek, DON’T-”

Until eventually, she was forced to let go.

In previous circumstances, this should've been the end. The Back Rooms wasn't a friendly place, no matter how curvy they were both getting. Something was clearly forcing the two to pack on an obscene amount of weight and with those claw marks, would've likely marked them for the next victim in some plan unknown to either of them. Even then, the other levels were more than enough on their own to spark away at their double saggy cheeks and their plumping figures, between traps and multiple entities awaiting someone naive enough to wander about. A death maze for anyone daring to wander about these floors without the mind or the body to dig through its cohesive tunnels.

Luck, however, came to their

Her eyes were closed as her body had essentially ‘no clipped’ through the floor at a particular angle, waiting for whatever inevitability was to become of her existence as she was fully engulfed- She didn't want to see it happen. Better to die not knowing what terror may have her at the throat. But not even five seconds in, she feels her body slink into something soft, head supported by something with a bit of heft to its name. She felt… comfortability? No pain, no need to scratch at the walls- Just soft quilts and eager pillows ready to absorb everything that she could provide. She opens her eyes.

The roof above her is snow white, a ceiling fan above the legs spinning at a leisurely pacing. She looks to the side. Snow white cabinet with lantern-esque, pulled open, clothes folded and set within for later use, a light fixture on top; flickable on and off with just a pull of some string. Then to her other- Doorway. Straight? Window, curtains are just as white as the rest of the room… This was her home, her space. It was weird to call an almost white room comfortable, but she has seen some of the worst humanity has to offer and has laid upon ground rough enough to be comparable to obsidian. She presses a hand down. Red quilts, softness qualified for the person laying upon it, supporting her back reasonably while making sure to not allow her to sink too heavily into it, though… She chuckles. “God damn it.” She had a bit of oomph to her body now, ass already enough on its own to allow her to dig a little deep down- She sighs as she tries to get up, before simply dropping back down. “This is… home right?”

She rolls away, feet planting themselves on the floor first. She closes her eyes, rubs them a bit, before whipping her head back to the roof. “Oh no…” She scatters upwards, backing away as fast as she can. “Is that…?”

A tuft of fur poked out first from the roof, somehow and with it, came edging pisces of solid flesh she could only discern as fatty. Though the more it kept slowly wading through, “OH GOD DAMN IT!” The more she began to recognize what slab of meat was trying to push its way through. The navel made it apparent, with how incomprehensibly deep it was, a split between the belly and its cheeseburger-esque features. “WAIT WAIT, NO!”

The BED! She tries to scurry around as the ‘well-endowed’ Dinah poked a little further in, searching around for whatever object around that could prevent this creature from doing damage to her customized furniture- It was all supported by maghony wood, with textured silk lining the sheets, the bed and even the pillow, which of course was weighted. What she was dealing with could be considered a blob, an immobile object of pure lard that had taken up the same half of a room up somewhere about to LAND IN HER ROOM!

It had no condition to support it- It was evident then and it's evident now.

The bed was touched upon one part of the body, just some belly that took on one too many snacks- Just an edge that kept pushing forward, a downward spiraling of a kabob. Yet… that's all it took. ‘Crreeeea…’ Was the sound she heard the moment this fatty laid an ounce of what she was onto Teeko’s furniture. Then the crackling of wood. “Teek, I'M HEROOOOOU.” Then a stifled cry with a burp- “Teek, Teek!”

“Oh dear god…”

Eye's met immediately, the jubilee friend of hers mood quickly turning from panic to utter joy. “Teeeeeeek!” Too much crying, tears matting the fur below, stuck between the cheeks like a chasm. “OH MY GOD, THERE YOU ARE!”

“Please…”

“I WAS SO WORRIED!”

God damn it, so was she. But her face couldn't hide the cringing she felt with each crack, snap and pop of splintering wood to weight that simply could not be SUPPORTED. “I'M SORRY, I'M SO SOOOORRY!” She could feel the wrinkles in her skin exasperate as pieces of what was once support turn quickly to splintered mush as the rest of her body began to show through- The fattest pair of squelching cheeks might prepare to lay upon a mattress suitable for this princess of a friend. Except the room wasn't prepared for such embiggening royalty, its quilts barely situated for what ‘prosperity’ she would bring alongside her. “I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU!”

The frame snaps, buckling down the moment her entire form came into existence, her softness meeting the bed's own and flattening what little existed to keep Teek comfortable. The floor creaks, boards of which threaten to break as well and kill both of them through the fall alone, but… for now, they're fine. “COME here, come here!” Dinah cries out, arms dangling out in beckoning Teek over and as she gathers close, her body is absorbed inwards. “I'm sorry, I-”

“It's OK, it's ok…”

God damn was she sweaty though. Doughy definitely. Comfortable though. “Please-” And kind of musky too, holy. Teek pushes herself away, much to the chagrin of her friend, pumpkin-like cheeks wet. Her arms still reached out, thick fingers doing a grabby motion. “Uuuuugh-”

Teek comes close once more and, through fierce determination, Dinah manages to pull her close for another hug. She… “God damn it,” She mumbles, arms extending outwards around the only thing she could circle around this body; The neck. “Shh, it's ok.”

Consoling a wet bag of ten village meals was not on her bingo card today, though then again, what was? As her entire body sinks downwards, she moves her maw to the side, to look out the window. It's raining, dripping dots of matter dragging across the glassy window and outside? Her car, some people stuck in the rain, maaaaybe a random feral animal hopping about, yet… she felt no sense of normalcy about to come, no idea of how they'd both return back to the lifestyle they had before disappearing for what felt like… months.

At least not for a while.

First things first- Dinah. Ugh- She figured, in the tiniest corner of her mind, that she wouldn't be able to follow. She realizes how horrid a thought that is, leaving an essentially legless friend of hers in some strange place and sets it aside as begins making calls. Dinah was crushing her king-size bed and was putting strain on her wooden planks, both of which were expensive fixes. Worse was knowing she actually had the money to afford this, thanks to a combination of military service and the multitude of accounts lined to the brim with CASH with the assistance of an old friend regarding some more dubious means, even worse was knowing most of it went towards building cost. “What’s all of this?” Same question, different day. Multiple people were flocking in, a scurrying crew of men and women ready to start building whatever she requests- “Teek?”

And she’d give the same answer.

“Don't worry, it's for you.”

And almost every time she said that, Dinah wanted another hug. The first thing for their ceremonial endeavor was proper support, reshaping of doorways and floor boarding for the house. Dinah was the size of the room, said ‘size’ was equivalent to sixteen stacked forklifts in an obtuse looking square. There WAS no movement to be had, so as to an immediate building requirement- Most of the expensive wooden support was replaced by strong steel beams with adjustable sizes, just in CASE, each one supporting up to about five tons each. Rooms were redesigned with soft cushioning walkways that'll drag either her or item's she needs to any position through the house, with most of the building having some doors being torn down. “Can you add a sliding door for privacy?”

“Yes Ma'am, though… Are you sure about all of this?”

She sighs. “We can provide discounts for the sheer amount of supplies we're building for you, but-” The dog scratches the back of their neck. “It's gonna be rough on the wallet.”

“Don't worry… I got more than enough money for the building requirements-”

“Teek?” A cat meowed, a gurgling sound emanating through one of the many walls surrounding her friend. “You got a second?”

“Of course sweetheart- Give me a second Sir.”

She walks away, through the sliding doors. The room ahead was coming along nicely, most of it replaced by metal, though nonetheless soft enough through the multitude of thick cushioning to make sure her blob of a girl was doing not just good, but excellent. “Can you get the controller? It uh-” Dinah’s cheeks wobble as she tries to maneuver that thick head piece, arms attempting to reach, though falling immensely short thanks to their relatively new stature. Teek walks over, grabbing the remote and quickly hands it over. “Thank you.”

“Anytime butterball.”

Dinah flinched. “Really?” Though through the calm blush, Teek could tell she liked it. “Anywho- This sure is nice ain't it?”

“I'm happy to provide!”

“But- Isn't it- I don't know- a bit expensive?”

Well, yeah. King-size bed with most of it sized up to fit up to that same five ton range, widened to better fit her overall size and some extra… Obviously for her sake. The TV has been hooked up to a ceiling, adjustable to and out of the room should Dinah wish for something a bit more roomy when she eventually gets some food to come through. Bathroom was nearby, everything, from the toothbrush to the bathtub altered in some way shape or form- Expensive… “Honey, for you? Anything is worth it.”

“Stop-”

“I told you I'd take care of you right?”

Dinah’s eyes move away. Teek parks a foot on the side where her ribs would've been, slowly climbing up until she was by her face. “I did say it didn't I?” Teek asked again, forehead to forehead, hand cusping a single, albeit bulbous cheek. “While we do have our differences and, granted, require needs a bit beyond the norm, I hardly consider any of this,” She motions to the room, “Expensive.”

“Everything is customer Teek!”

“It is for you hun.”

“But-”

“Shh. Let me take care of you alright? You just hang back while I go get you some snacks.”

“...” Dinah sighed, the breath alone nearly sending this stripped tigress all the way down a whole fifteen foot drop. “If you're sure-”

Teek quickly presses their lips against their layered forehead. “You-” Teek smiled. It was so good seeing this greaseball shine that beautiful crimson, even if it was barely noticeable underneath all that was the Lynx. “You're lucky I like you.”

“And I'm lucky to have you.”

She quickly slided down, dropping on some pillows. “Wait-” Only to turn her head up. “When uh-”

“When what?”

“... You know what? Nevermind.”

Ok. Well. She walked away, closing the doors behind and went back to talking as Teeko watched some TV. Second things come sooner rather than later now anyways. Food disposal. Obviously since Dinah can’t feed herself thanks to her arms being about thirteen total feet away from the ground, there had to be a system in place in case Dinah had to dip for a couple hours straight. “Teek, I’m not really…” Of course she resisted. The open roof hole system with multiple feeding hoses with blended food wasn’t exactly a change she was wanting, nor willing to participate in. “Teeko, no.”

“Oh come on, why not?”

“It’s embarrassing!”

Seriously? “Dinah, it's just something to make sure you don’t starve!” One hose poked into their upper right cheek, only to slide into her neck as she positioned her maw upwards. Teeko sucked his teeth. “Seriously?!”

“I’m not doing this.”

Every time, every second she’d try to get it in, it’d just be denied- “Do you realize how big you are sweetheart?” Teek was getting pissy, slowly climbing the fatty, though trying to maintain some sort of calm. Being angry with this blob wasn’t gonna much, especially since she’s seen that attitude. Instead… “You’ve gotten big haven’t you?

She’ll try this. “You’ve gotten massive,” She crawls forward, slithering her body near the top half of her stomach, “You’ve sized up a bit haven’t you?”

“S-Teek?”

She crawls forward, head between the breasts. “You’ve gotten…” She tries to think of a synonym. “Gigantic! But most of all… You’ve gotten beautiful.”

The Lynx nervously smiles… “The way your cheeks bounce, how your ass collects into the roof, the way your shoulders meld into the arms and chest like smooth juggling marble.” Her heart quickened, but so did the thumbs she could barely feel while nearing the neck. “You could not feed upon these machines I’ve placed for you, you could, maybe, lose a bit of that weight.”

“I-”

“But starving a pretty kitty when they’re grumbling is just too hard of a task for me~ Perhaps you could fix this, just this once?”

Dinah eyes are wide, staring back at Teek as lips near one another, hose grabbed on the side, finger rubbing the tip. “You use this, maybe every once in a while when I need to disappear from the house and maybe, just maybe…” She tries to think. What could she offer? More services? More… Ah. “Those robotic limbs do you well, but… They’re cold.”

“... You aren’t saying-”

“I could clean you, give that massive body a proper pat down, back to front, side to side.”

“Urrg-”

“Every day you do this is one more day I clasp my hands around that belly of yours, get you some real smooshing fatty.”

“Hmmm…”

“... We could cuddle?-”

Almost immediately she got shaken off, the quickened movement of this grand cathedral sounding the grumbling bells of the stomach as their maw quickly snatched the hose from her hand. The neck jiggled as that maw SNAPPED at it, like a damn crocodile. “JESUS, ok!” Christ- “Where did you even GET that sorta movement?”
Almost lost her hand, but… She’s chugging at least. She could hear it. She placed her ear against the stomach. That gulp, with a glorp and a heavy splash down below. That solves the second problem. Now for the third-

Showering. It was a bit awkward, due to having to essentially push her into an open shower after she had her snacks and the construction team quickly left for their homes to catch a nap, But thanks to the added autowalks, it made the transfer significantly easier. Months of exploring the backrooms, however, and making sure they were both at least cleansed told of another story entirely: Dinah can't shower herself and on top of that, she was HUMONGOUS. By now? Eleven feet tall, nearly TWENTY feet wide, clad in moist meat she could barely keep cooled down thanks to half of her internal organs being coated by rigorous grease. A single boob was the size of Teeks entire body, stomach big enough to fit at least twenty of her, ass waiting for some poor sop, like the guy before, to go traversing below, only to be turned into a PANCAKE. The trickle down beyond excessive fatty tissue along with the deep crevices Teek had ‘made sure’ she could fit half her body made it damn sure it would be a nightmare to make sure every part of that fur was perfectly cleaned and nicely shining. She could handle the moans as she clasped sensitive flesh, showering her not only in water, but in love, though-

“Teek~”

What she couldn’t handle was the after. Sure, fun experience before, being able to shower and play with every part of a significant other. It was, however, plain difficult getting the extra water out. See, people of her size? Water can get trapped between and, in time, easily form mold and nasty residue that could hurt Dinah. Due to not wanting anyone to touch her, the cold robotic limbs being too much for this emotionally charged kitty cat and embarrassment of knowing someone might potentially know her, Teek was the one forced to do it, though forced is an overstatement. “Fu-” More like peacefully transitioning into the role of ‘flab cleaner.’ Of course she has to be deep with it, because some days, Dinah was sloppy with it. Somedays she’d intentionally let it spray everywhere, being as slobby as possible to torture Teek as she tried to get this damn fur CLEANED.

“Teeeeeeko-”

“Hold on-”

She has to be perfect. She can't miss a spot, so she has to towel dry her down as much as possible while abusing fans to do the rest of the work. God damn it- From the jumbo sized chicken legs, to the buttery gray spread flowing outwards into Teek. “Holy-” Purring like a machine, house or more aptly called mansion nearly vibrating WITH Dinah for every decibel she could somehow reverberate through this body. God damn. This level of cavern exploration shouldn't even be physically possible, yet this rather thick tiger was crawling through what felt like a combination of a blanket and an anvil on her back. “Haaa- huuuur-”

“That's right kitty, give me a mooooment.”

Good bonding experience though for every day she would do this. No real bad side effects to having to grab, pinch, hug and squeeze some of the best pillowing they had felt in a while- Navel had a good place to simply grapple, do a little pulling and pushing action as she climbed in to better finish the job, then using said opening as a stepping stool to get further up. Suppose this was her calling. She could remember the barracks, back when she was a part of a more privatized military faction. Found herself pinned against the wall by some sloped mule, the honking bitch of which was slobbering that meaty belt popping pouch right into Teeks head. Enjoyed it, enjoyed it too much. Loved it. Suppose she had a thing for fatties. Suppose she also had a thing for women and maybe, just maybe… she had a thing for any word mentioning growth.

There was a reason Dinah hasn’t lost much of this weight despite her reasonable attempts to try and shake it off.

Though not this much. “Done.” By the time she was finished, she was soaked, not by sweat, but by the immense pools of water that had dug their way into Dinah. Between the melted marshmallows that were her breast and those ‘wings’ beneath the arms, it was a bit of a wonder how she even MANAGED to get half of her dried up within an hour. She had to remind herself that the place they were living in had to be extended backwards like it was some damn factory just so Dinah could LIVE here. Damn near house sized when she first arrived. “Damn, I'm getting better at this.”

“Really good~”

Of course it kinda… left the girl pent up a bit. She could hear that heavy heaving, that same rumbling pur pushing through like she was a lawn mower. Makes sense- Teek was almost the same, quivering legs barely hiding her utter enjoyment of today's session. Plus some kisses in the shower and a bit of spooning, despite the… size difference, made it all the more better. She had been doing this, along with feeding the girl her daily fifty pounds of meat and veggies, for about… “How long has it been since we’ve left that place, Dinah?” She asked, walking around, grabbing into a laundry basket with some fresh towels ready to do her backside.

“Mmm… Well my TV show finally got another show. Takes a week for the next one to pop around, so I’d say… Three months?”

“Jesus, three months?”

“Yep!”

Three damn months? Wow… She’s been repeating these steps like clockwork. Washing, drying, feeding, exciting, without really giving thought to it. “Machine, move Dinah forward.”

She heard flesh plap against a tv screen. “HEY,” Only to then realize her mistake. “Ugh- Tv, move backwards ten inches.”

“Sorry!”

“Can you at least TRY to make sure you don’t do that again? That’s the second time this week…”

“You got an ass five seconds from becoming part of your forehead blubber butt, can’t do much about it.”

“HEY!”

“Sorry, truth hurts, I know!”

Teek chuckles. She’ll have to get her several of those ice popsicles, the one with the American flag on them. Teek knows this chubby kitty loves to suck, so she’ll make an order when she’s done with the backside. “Damn it…” Though how long that’ll be is the question. Luckily, most of this gal’s back was covered by pure ass, somehow staying bulbous despite most of the fat leaving the body as more of a slab, though nonetheless being gargantuan of a task as keeping that stomach full. Teek lets out an eager, yet daunting breath. “Damn it…”

“Hmm?”

“Can’t we get the robot to do this for me? It’s almost impossible to climb your literal dump truck.”

“No no no! You said you’d do it!”

“But- Like-”

Ugggggh. “Sveeeeoooooup.” Dinah warned, stifled by her own body’s need to expel some gas. “You. Promised.”

Teek’s ears flop, grumbling as she gathers closer. This amount of ass providing itself as a shadow shouldn’t even exist, yet it did and she was here to dry. “You’re lucky you’re immobile you damn whale…”

“Computer, backwards.”

“Huh?”

She felt her ribs get pushed inwards as twin gray moons collapse on top of her, back against the wall. “HHRRRRUGH!” Was the only noise she could make. “COMPUTER!-”

“Forward!”

She felt her ribs push back outwards as those immaculate, yet deadly cheeks finally removed themselves. “Computer, backwards.” Only to then get surrounded again, nose deep in her backside. “Computer!~”

“MMMM!!!-”

“FORWARD!”

“HAAAA-”

“BACKWARDS!”

“HHUUUURRGH~”

“COOOOOOOMPUUUUUTER!”

“Wait-”

“Left to right please~”

Wet flapping plaps- Trampolined between each individual cheek, bounced closer and closer to the open hole in that ample posterior, ears ringing as her slim figure is flung back and forth across the wall, body disappearing under the side to side wave. She found herself delving deeper within, the smell of lavender overpowering this ‘grotesque’ port making sure she had barely the room to even slightly push backwards. “Coooooompuuuuuter!~” She heard Dinah yell, despite most of the noise being muffled by sheer ass. “FORWARD!”

Her body drops to the floor, tigress unable to quite move herself. “Dinah-”

“Uuuuuuup!”

Damn it- Thank god. She couldn’t- She was breathless. She looks up. Her heart races, cheeks reddening. Teek knew better- Teek knew way more than better- She watched as the mass lifted up, head bouncing against the roof as a singular piston and its elevated mass gazed upon its idle victim below. “DOWN!” She rolls to the side. The quake nearly pulls her back in as the metal creaks as mass forces it to BEND and SHIFT downwards. “Gotcha~”

“What you get for teasing a pretty lady~”

“YOU!!!”

Teek slowly raises up, fur drenched, yet energy not quite depleted. She waddles over, legs unable to stop shaking as she slowly pushes herself closer and closer to a computer by the left side of Dinah. “God- damn-” She almost got her body crushed by what was measured to be almost a ton. For some reason, that fact didn’t make her feel scared for what would happen to what was barely two hundred and thirty pounds naked- “Fucking-”

“Teek?”

“BLOB!”

Though the thought alone left her tongue dry as the two ton idiot giggled. “You got quite the mouth on you, don’t ya?” Dinah stated, that deep pur resounding as Teek began tapping away, a smaller door opening. “Enjoy yourself?~”

“I nearly choked-”

“Good, very good. Means I was doing something right.”

A harsh hue of pink grabbed her cheeks like vices. “See?” Dinah pointed out, eyebrow lifting as a smile rose with it. “Good experience!”

“I got TOSSED and TURNED-”

“And nearly squashed under this. Hmm, sad that you avoided it so readily.”

“I would’ve- I would’ve-”

She didn’t know what to feel. She didn’t know what to say. “You would’ve what?”

“...”

God forsake her- She knows she’s supposed to be scared, she knows she’s supposed to feel fear. She WATCHED someone get turned into a splat on the ground and the mess alone was- Yet- No- She felt- “Computer.” Her heart rumbled, pants slightly wet from the experience. “Four hoses.”

“W-wait…”

No. No, she will not. “Make it six. Position two near the rear, four near the face.” Dinah wanted this right? She’s been growing, notches of size increases allowing this factory working food disposal unit to uptick that buttcheek a couple extra pant sizes. Some point, she had to give up on making any clothing for this lady. Clearly, as she had known well before, this weight wasn’t going anywhere. “Computer, lift me to her head.”

Clearly she wasn’t going anywhere. She raises herself, steps off the platform, moving her feet across the softness. The hoses were positioned. Dinah’s heart was beating ferociously. Fear perhaps? “You nearly crushed me.”

“Maaaaybe.”

“No ‘maybe.’ You were ready to abuse your size for some extra fun weren’t you? Get me to provide some extra for the lessened threat of you smashing my head against what I had built for you.”

“So? Not like we haven’t done some extra fun time on the side.”

Oh dear, oh dearie… “Then of course you wouldn’t mind something a bit extra hm?” The acrylic tubes poked closer into the both kinds of cheeks, sliding closer to the maw that was trying to turn itself away from what was inevitable. “It’ll be like before, back in the Backrooms~”

“I’m trying to LOSE some of this weight!”

“Some, yes, but… Seems like you weren’t focused on the rest when you were slapping me back and forth.”

“Computer-”

“Dinah, wait-”

“Insert.”

Two up the ass, four in the mouth. Didn’t take long for that face to quickly shut up as they frantically began to shake, trying to remove herself. “Computer, box!” Only to then receive a treatment Teek didn’t think she’d have to use. Five walls, positioned, keeping them both inside, nice and tightly. No moving, no sliding… no escaping.

All hers.

She watched as the neck began to dribble, shaking as each forced gulp expanded that throat by centimeters. Eye’s were frantic, but… “God, I love that look.” Something in her just made it look all the better. “Struggle, please do.”

“It makes you all the cuter.”

She tries to shake her head. Normally she wouldn’t be like this- Normally leveled headed, normally trying to just keep them above the line. Wasn’t she angry a couple months back as this blob slopped up another meal? She’s looking at those doubling chins as it spreads further and further forward, reaching her feet at a frightening pace as the triple stacked gut began to distend enough to force a CURVE, the split below equalizing as flab looked to be almost inflating.

Yet her mind only seemed to be focusing on getting closer.

She should be mad. God, she should be angry. Between the Backrooms and that damn ego she held and horrific size she was growing into, it was a wonder how they both survived. She was nearly crushed several times cuddling and nearly got turned into a puddle, each separate instance having their own death tied to it. Yet… She felt nothing. Well-

Nothing but pure bliss. She licks her lips as the walls begin to shake, proportions slamming like individual tsunamis, the slush alone acting like waves. She was shaking a bit, but all she had to do was lay herself down near the neck, close to that beautiful face. “You look beautiful y'know.” Dinah didn’t look at her, seemingly more focused on not choking. Good girl. “I always thought so, even when you were smaller. Didn’t have the soul to say it, even having been through the worst war had to offer, but…”

“Not like you’d get all aggressive with me even if I was admitting what I did before.”

The walls are crumbling, bending. “Computer, auto feed her every hour after filling her up.” A whir, then a click and a ding. She yawns. “Gotta say,” She stretches, hand cusping a corpulent face. “If we’d stay in that place any longer, wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle your idiocy. But now?”

“I’m thinking… Maybe I can handle a bit more.”

“Computer,” She looks to her eye’s, earning a charging red tint and a glare, seemingly threatening. “Double the intake, make sure she’s taut and please…”

“Awake me up once she breaks out of these walls.”