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♌DISCIPLE: -Meulin sits up ωith a start, raising herself out of that ωeird cart she had fallen asl33p in. Hoω long had she b33n out? Does it even matter? Who knoωs! What she does knoω, is that something smells really good, and its time to investigate. That is, after she spends a feω minutes trying to ωedge herself out of the too-tiny cart. There ωas enough jiggling and bouncing involved in this endeavour to rival an entire sωimming pool's ωorth of jello. But at last, success! Noω for that scent~-

ROSE: :The location of the scent was fairly predictable, and it hadn't taken the other apparently-present girl long to pinpoint the location. Because where else would it be but the kitchen. Obviously. Regardless, Rose has taken it upon herself to plunder some of the baked goods, and had retreated to her usual spot on the sofa, reclining with a book and habitually destroying a small platter of cinnamon rolls.:

♌DISCIPLE: -Ah, a serene landscape. Rolling plains of danishes, gentle hillocks of raised pies, and the great, tall, mighty spires of layered cakes, and the upper portion of an overωeight cattroll's face poking over the edge of the counter, eyes gleaming rather excitedly the tip of her overanxious tail thrashing behind. What bounty! Noω for decisions and deliberations, a time honored process of ωeighing pros and co- She just took one of everything and scampered off back to the livingroom.-

ROSE: :Said scampering wasn't really fleet-footed from Rose's point of view, given the mammoth size of the troll, and she glanced up at Meulin as she heard her footsteps approaching, licking the corner of her mouth as she cleanly polished off her nth cinnamon roll. There was still an overly generous pile present next to her, but she hardly seemed bothered, merely eyeing over the other girl's load before shrugging to herself and glancing back at her book. She wasn't really in any position to think much of it, given her own plundering.:

♌DISCIPLE: -The sofa had served its charges ωell, it felt. Bearing up its burden of alωays remaining plush, alωays supportive, ever the rock in the storm. The soft, comforting rock, but the rock nonetheless. All great stones have their breaking points hoωever, and the harroωing endlesses casting its great shadoω over the stalωart furniture shook it to its core, it said its silent prayer, for it kneω its ωatch had ended. Mercifully, and sωiftly, the great shadoω descended, a sickening crack resounded through the room, the supports buckling under far too much feline flab. She, of course, pait it no mind, her face ωas already half engulfed in a blueberry pie.-

ROSE: ...
ROSE: :Rose startled a bit at the noise, pausing with a cinnamon roll in her mouth, before biting it off, swallowing, sitting up a bit more and looking over at the mountainous girl.:
ROSE: Er, are you alright?
♌DISCIPLE: Hrrmph? -Meulin looks up, ch33ks obviously stuffed full of blueberry reduction, and bits of flaky crust. Her eyes m33t Roses, pretty obviously unaωare that she had just destroyed the couch she ωas sitting on ωith her oversized, oblivious ass. A hard sωalloω, a pause to pant- I'm purrfectly fine! Thank meω, uhm...Rose? Is that rright?
ROSE: ...ah. Nevermind, then.
ROSE: And yes, it's Rose. I believe you were Meulin?
ROSE: :Oh well, it isn't the first time a sofa's died. She shrugged, taking another bite of her cinnamon roll.:

♌DISCIPLE: Yes! -She beams brightly, her smile pushing into her fattened ch33ks- I still have not purropurrly b33n inturroduced to all of meω! Its a bit much to take in, meω knoω? H33h33.
ROSE: There do seem to be a lot of individual...well, individuals, as opposed to individual alternates, but there are enough similarities to narrow it down a bit, at least in terms of coming to grasp with our collective identities on a surface level.
ROSE: :She responded to Meulin's chubby grin with a slight smile of her own, sitting up properly and swinging her legs off the soda to turn to the troll while she popped the last of her roll into her plump lips.:
ROSE: I'm sure you'll catch on fairly quickly.

♌DISCIPLE: -After a series of small grunts and hoisting struggles, Meulin managest to get up onto her f33t, off of the crippled husk of a couch, obviously split in tωain underneat the vast impression her read had left. Destruction in her ωake, she lumbered her ωay over to Rose, and smiled.- May I join meω?

ROSE: :Rose's eyes glanced behind her at the visibly damaged and bent couch, then at Meulin's immensely wobbling figure, expression inscrutable for a brief moment before she gave a half-shrug and glanced up at the troll looming over the sitting blonde, idly tilting her head to the space next to her and shifting her own ample figure to make a bit more room.:
ROSE: Feel free. I won't be the one to turn down company, given how quiet things have been as of late.
ROSE: :Whether or not that was a mistake remained to be seen. The sofa was at least spacious enough for Rose to sprawl out on it, maybe it could handle both of them.:

♌DISCIPLE: -Meulin, not ωanting to disturb Rose's rest, ωas aωare enough to not ωholly FLOP onto the couch, and instead simply sat normally, a loud, pained groan coming from the tested ωood, but at least at this point, it ωas managing to hold hoωever many hundreds of pounds the combined ωeight of the girls ωere foisting upon it. She leaned back, a frosted danish hungrily held in her mouth.-

ROSE: :Rose winced just a tiny bit at the groaning furniture, but passed it off, settling back down next to the larger girl. The platter of cinnamon rolls sat on her opposite side, and she took a bite of one as she idly glanced over Meulin's expansive figure, chewing and swallowing softly. Mm.:

♌DISCIPLE: -Roving, dead, ωhite eyes m33t Roses, though that can be hard to determine ωith their blankness. The obese kitty smiles, her joωls a riot of ωobbles from the gentle motion of her cheωing jaω. The danish she had reduced to naught but a feω crumbs around her mouth- I knoω I have gurroωn quite a bit since you furrst saω me, hehe. I surrprise even myself!

ROSE: It seems to be an inevitability in these parts, though I'm not going to be the one to complain about it. If nothing else, you're at least handling it well.
ROSE: :She smirked a bit, matching Meulin's eating pace long enough to scarf down her own cinnamon roll, one hand resting on her round stomach momentarily from the weight of the various rolls she had already consumed.:

♌DISCIPLE: -Her endless appetite had already managed to ploω through half of her pilfered treats, the danishes had gone first, slaughtered ωholesale in the onslaught, the pie? It held out for longer, but its defenses crumbled. What ωas left? A massive thr33 layer cake, noω faced ωith the open maω of pure unbridled gluttony descending upon it. It ωas a cute maω though, ωith little fangs and a cleft lip, a pleasant musing, bringing a little brightness to its darkened fate just as those same cute t33th sunk into its spongy flesh-

ROSE: :Rose watched her descend onto her confectionary prey, glancing between the gluttonous troll and the cake itself before slyly reaching a hand forward and scooping some of it up in her fingers for herself, casually licking her hand clean of icing and cake at a slower place as Meulin dismantled the dessert. She wasn't going to intrude on the other girl's meal, instead picking up another cinnamon roll and working on that instead, but the sugary handful helped spice up her palate a bit.:

♌DISCIPLE: -The mighty toωer, piercing the heavens, it had existed upon this confectionary fortress for as long as it had stood, but noω, it ωas demolished, gone, absorbed into the endless void of Meulin's stomach. Only the bottom layer remained, and her frosting splattered mouth paused, quizzically glancing over at her couchmate.- Would meω like a piece, Rose? I can share! -She beamed, her pink glazed ch33ks looking all the more ridiculous-
ROSE: Well, I've already had plenty, but if you're offering I certainly won't turn it down.

♌DISCIPLE: -Meulin gently presses the cake toωards Rose, Her smile parting long enough only for her olive gr33n tongue to begin administering to the carnage of ωar plastered across the ashen expanse of her fattened face-

ROSE: :Giving Meulin an amused side-glance, Rose curtly extended her hand again, accepting the cake and downing it much quicker than her first handful, stuffing it into her own maw with a cleaner, more graceful motion, even if she still had to suckle her fingers clean afterwards. A soft hum of pleasure escaped her at the taste, and she licked residual icing from her chubby hand, a few crumbs littering her chest but otherwise handling it much more smoothly than the troll had.:

♌DISCIPLE: -The couch groaned again, motion rocking its haggard form, Meulin ωas scooting herself closer to Rose. There ωas a rumbling, not a stomach, no, a contented purr ωas jiggling the fat of her huge chins, happy she could offer something to her host upon the plush upholestery!-

ROSE: :The gratutious wobbling caused Rose's own ample hips and thighs to squash against Meulin's, though she hardly seemed bothered; instead, she opted to simply scoop up a bit more cake, taking a hearty mouthful and feeling her own figure sway a bit from the momentum of the enormous girl next to her.:

ROSE: :At some point Rose had finished off the cake left over from Meulin's confectionary rampage, leaning back in the sofa a bit and licking her fingers contentedly. Her round stomach, full of cinnamon rolls and cake, seemed tangibly firmer and fuller just from looking at her, and a soft gurgle escaped her bloated midriff as she gave a tiny hiccup and eyed the leftover cinnamon buns, unsure of whether or not they would end up eaten.:

♌DISCIPLE: -Meulin laid back, resting her head on a fluffy throωpilloω betω33n herself and Rose's hips. She ωas full, and content, and rather discinclined to move for the next ωhile. The purring resumed!-
ROSE: :Rose eyed the lounging troll, rubbing her own stomach and slumping a bit comfily before picking up yet another cinnamon bun and nibbling it, despite her own fullness.:
♌DISCIPLE: -Her oωn stomach gurgling someωhat loudly, her grey pudgy hands quickly set into action, administering a gentle massage to the overstuffed midsection. She meωled, contentment unωilling to not let itself be knoωn!-

ROSE: :She could hear the larger girl's gurgling, eyeing that much larger ashen gut for a brief moment and almost hesitatingly swallowing her last cinnamon roll, before her free hand slowly reached out and rested on Meulin's stomach, giving the enormous girl a very light, chaste pat.:
ROSE: I certainly hope the cake wasn't too much for you, on top of everything else.
♌DISCIPLE: -An adorable little chirp escaped her fat mouth, appreciative of the contact. She arched her back just ever so slightly, pressing that grey blob of her stomach gently against Rose's hand-
♌DISCIPLE: Nyooo, it ωas fine, and filling Miss Rose! Thank meω furr yurr concern!

ROSE: :A tiny smile crept across Rose's face, and she slowly rubbed over the top of Meulin's tummy, her hand feeling tiny against the sheer size of the full catgirl. Her inherent weakness for felines be damned, the troll certainly seemed full, and as the blonde slowly ate yet another cinnamon roll, silently appreciating the way her own overfull stomach pushed out just a tiny bit more, she exhaled slowly and did her best to cover the immense surface area of the other girl's blobby belly.:

♌DISCIPLE: -A gentle vibration could be felt in the soft, taut flesh of the catgirl's stomach. It ωas purring, d33p, intense purring. The overfed, fattened features of her entire torso ωere gently resonating ωith the contentment she felt, her only action to ωiggle a big closer to Rose, for more belly access, you s33.-

ROSE: :She wouldn't admit it, but she was exceedingly pleased by her current situation; comfortably stuffed, with a plate of additional snacks to nibble at her leisure, and a huge, purring girl half-squished up against her. Her rubbing hand did its best to cover as much ground as it could, and she applied a bit more force to that overfed gut, chubby fingers sinking into Meulin's thick flab and squeezing the softer parts of her mammoth stomach as she idly kneaded the doughy troll and lethargically licked cinnamon frosting from her other hand, thighs spread to let her own full stomach expand as needed under her robes.:

♌DISCIPLE: Meulin honestly could NOT think of a single thing she'd ωant to change about right noω. Oh my, this human must have some experience ωith soothing the overfed, because her stomach ωas a riot of pleasured gurgles and gentle surging pressure dancing beneath her skin. Her hips ωiggled involuntarily, burroωing d33per into the plushness of the couch. A stupid grin ωas really all she could manage, ωith the tip of her tongue poking out someωhat impudently. Her tail, ωell, her tail ωas curly and tωisting noω, it had a mind of its oωn, and that mind ωas too pleased to remain still-

ROSE: :Feeling those low gurgles under her wandering fingers was all the encouragement Rose needed to dig a bit more into that belly, her probing fingers squashing and squeezing the troll's hefty gut and palms pressing down to firmly rub at the smooth surface. The amount of cake and other baked goods stuffed into the girl were evident from the feel of her bubbling tummy under Rose's hand, and she leaned over Meulin's horned head a bit to reach, middle finger managing to reach her navel as she slowly squeezed and squashed the enormous tummy under her palm, doing her best to massage the full troll as she idly tended to her own indulgent hunger and slowly snacked on her cinnamon rolls.:

♌DISCIPLE: M33ωωrrr~*~ -The poor dear couldn't help it, she meoωed, someωhat plaintively. Her head ωas sωimming at this point, thoughts just sωirling like bubbles in the indistinct miasma of ωell fed, sated, indolent pleasure radiating from the massaged expanse of her overfed gut. her toes squirmed, squ33zing and unsqu33zing, tωitching lazily to and fro. Her hands grasped, one taking gentle hold of the hem of Rose's robe, the other digging its claωs into the plushess of the sofa itself, not rough enough to actually pierce the upholestry, but coming damn close.-

ROSE: :Rose's smile grew at the sound of her mewling, and she patted the side of the troll's heavy gut, watching it ripple and wobble before her palm returned to rubbing firmly into the expansive grey mass. After a few more moments of pressing deep circles into her sides, the seer leaned back a bit to squash and knead Meulin's full upper belly, pressing all five fingers gently into the flabby ashen mountain of tummy and softly squeezing at the gurgly load of baked goods within. It was clear from how small her hand felt against the other girl that she was positively enormous by some standards (but not all, given some of the Maryams wandering about), but it was only more of an incentive to try and knead as much of the leo as possible, softly wobbling her gut about as she squashed the mammoth bulge of overfed, gluttonous lady as best she could.:

♌DISCIPLE: -Ooooh, ooooooh, helloooo. This ωas neω. The gentle sωirling of the s33r's deft hands at concentrated on a neω area of the landmass that ωas her stomach, and she liked them, right there. Oof, a huge gurgle eminated from the alternating pressues ωorking upon her, and she kneω ωhat ωas coming, she attempted to stifle it, but it didn't really ωork. It ωas too much, too helpful in relieving pressure. Well, that pressure had to go someωhere right? The kitty's ch33ks bulged momentarily, before the vaccum seal of her mouth popped open, and a contented belch escaped, pretty violently, all things considered- Ooooouuuurrp! Oof. huuehh, meωωω. -She panted, that ωas quite a bit of pressure gone, that felt greaaat-

ROSE: :Rose paused at the enormous belch, just long enough to keep her hand firmly pressed down on Meulin's upper belly as she let loose, feeling the gurgling release of pressure from the overfed girl and smirking down at her as the forceful burp died down. Drumming her fingers on that enormous tummy briefly, she opted to reward the gluttonous troll with a gentle, almost teasing slap to wobble her belly a bit and another slow, circular kneading motion, fingers dragging along her flabby stomach and squashing her grey chub between them.:
ROSE: Well, excuse you, miss Leijon, though I can't hold such displays against you when you're clearly in such need of relief.
ROSE: :Her voice was only a bit teasingly sarcastic, though the sincerity in her renewed belly kneading betrayed her manner of speech.:

♌DISCIPLE: M33ωωr...-She ωeakly meoωed in response, not really knoωing ωhat to say. Her face really couldn't get any gr33ner. She ωas blushing so much it ωas a ωonder as to hoω the rest of her body ωas functioning ωith all its blood in her ch33ks. Ooof! Woω. She mentally added that she ind33d liked having her stomach slapped to her list of ωeird sexually gratifiying experiences that had b33n groωing ever longer since she first came here. She ωas too pleased and stimulated to really do anything but go along for the ride at this point, Rose had managed to completely subdue a very mighty huntress. She might as ωell be a kitten at this point! The only thing she could think to do, and thus the only thing she did do, ωas gently brush her fr33 hand along the length of Rose's calf, paωing at it.-

ROSE: :Taking the girl's soft meowling as an affirmative (in combination with her deep blush, of course), and feeling her hand brushing against one chubby calf, Rose leaned over a bit more to resume wandering over the expansive, overfilled belly on display, reaching as best she could to knead and squeeze Meulin's doughier lower belly as much as her firmer, full upper gut. Even with such an explosive belch coaxed out of the glutted girl, it was clear she was still satisfyingly full, if nothing else, and to someone her size satisfyingly full translated into a veritable mountain of softly stuffed belly ripe for the squeezing and massaging. Rose's fingers sank into and released handfuls of thick, gray flab, trailing along her sides and teasingly squashing around her belly button before returning to the upper echelons of her mammoth gut and softly kneading the burbly full mass, occasionally tapping her fingers on the surface of that wide tummy or giving it a gentle shaking wobble to keep the gluttonous greenblood stimulated.:

♌DISCIPLE: -Full she ind33d still ωas, and not entirely empty of gas either. The kitten ωas already overstimulated, and noω Rose ωas stepping up her game. Thinking ωas something that other people did, in other situations, she couldn't think here anymore, there ωas too much purring and meωling and squirming in delight to do to devote neural energy to processing conscious thought, nor could she think to act ωith any kind of politeness. A series of smaller, cuter belches popped out of her mouth, ωhich ωas hanging open by this point, her gr33n tongue lolling out, panting desperately. She involuntarily pressed her stomach up off the couch and toωards Rose, desperately s33king more-

ROSE: :It was clear she was committed to this, so Rose finally decided to give the mewling, bloated girl the proper attention, slowly shifting in her spot on the couch to face her. Rose's own round, overstuffed tummy gurgled from the motion, but she hiccurped softly and ignored it, moving until she was facing Meulin with the troll's head in her soft lap. Leaning forward, and wincing just a tiny bit at her strained, full tummy pressing against the troll's thankfully round horns, Rose pressed both hands to her upper belly, squeezing and squashing what she could reach of the enormously flabby gut between her palms and reaching to work her fingers into the middle portion of the greenblood's mammoth midriff.:

♌DISCIPLE: -Meulin blinks, still far too pleased to think straight, but the shift ωas enough to snap her out of her obese reverie a little bit, enough to s33 the pleasingly rounded, flabby stomach that ωas softly grazing the slope of her forehead. Woω. Rose ωas no slouch in the eating department either, it s33ms. And her stomach looked painfully lonely and ignored. It ωasn't easy, given hoω squirmy and hazy her brain ωas right noω, but she channeled ωhat basic control she still had to reach her fat, flabby arms up to press her chubby hands against Rose's stomach, eager to repay her friends generous treatment of her oωn midsection. She sinks her hands up into the base of Roses overfilled stomach, gently squ33zing-