az/anon rose/humanvris wg/feeding/stuffing/lightslob

azure: i just
azure: im in full trash mode and im thinking about a combination of rosevris roomies, vriska being doted on by the maid and that one stuffedfat pic kappass did
azure: in which vriska somehow ropes rose into having to fetch her food and rose immediately goes into full on destructive undermining mode and weeks of shenanigans later shes more okay with having a massive bloated nerdwhale to feed and snark at and watch squirm and have oddly fulfilling linguistic arguments with
anon: Azure
anon: Azure goddammit

azure: roxy/rosemom and aranea know each other and rose is too reclusive so roxy ropes rose into getting a "totally not a maid job honey" job at vriskas place to get them to socialize
azure: vriska promptly starts being a 8itch about it so rose promptly slips into scheme mode
azure: and thus begins vriskas life with the most sarcastic darkly dulled reluctant faux-friendly maid imaginable who constantly jabs at her lifestyle of gaming and gluttony and only grows more and more intent on deliberately enabling those habits once she sees vriska start to outgrow her never-quite-baggy jeans for how much she can fuck with her about her weight

azure: which slowly turns into half psychoanalysis and half deliberate feederism
azure: until vriska is about as oversized as her ego and cant quite stop herself from taking advantage of rose's devotion to letting her ruin herself via massive late night meals and maybe-sarcastic-maybe-genuine encouragement and just enough verbal and physical jabs at her slowly growing frame to keep vriska snappy and aggressive about it

anon: Rose's presence just makes Vriska more stressed and upset, and when she gets stressed and upset, she eats and vegs out to videogames, leaving her in the best place for Rose to ease food into her line of sight.
anon: But every now and then Rose vaguely flirts with Vriska
anon: Rose vague-flirting with Vriska to keep her off guard and unsure of Rose's whole deal
anon: Does she like her size? Is she hitting on her?

azure: vriska taking up an entire creaking comfy chair, fatty toes and bulging belly hanging in front of her as easily two full meals packed into that swollen brown gut leave her feeling almost grossly heavy and sleepy
azure: lips and fatty cheeks and chest smeared with food as her infuriatingly only-slightly-chubby porcelain-pale maid leans into her from behind, arms around her wide padded shoulders and hands teasingly pushing between breasts resting atop a megalithic gut to push out a shamelessly wet and gurgling belch in the way she's mastered her "employer"'s cues
azure: murmuring into her ear and asking if vriska would like any more dessert in that utterly devilish tone of voice that would have vriska unsure if it was some kind of sensual tease or smugly drinking in the nerdier girl's self-inflicted suffered
azure: were vriska herself not too hedonistically lethargic and mentally overloaded from how hot and heavy and utterly overstuffed and yet instinctively ready for more she was

anon: God
anon: We need to workshop this
azure: i need to get better at doing proper things in general
azure: but you already have me on the fatty rosevris train
anon: WHAT A GOOD COMBO
anon: PALE ON BROWN CHUBS

azure: the most delicate and smooth and pale and comparatively tiny hands sinking into and grabbing great handfuls of thick doughy dimpled wobbly brown blubber
azure: feeling that massive apron of gut swell and fill with rich fatty food until her mussy-maned counterpart is ripe for teasing rubs and casual hand feeding in her borderline food coma slash food orgasm
azure: all the better for rose to get her own hands dirty scooping up bare handfuls of cake or chocolate and pushing them into vriskas flabby face to messily smear it against those squishy cheeks and feel her eat and lick with those plush lips right out of roses palms and fingers
azure: because what good is a relentless, almost masochistically snarky (feeder) friendly maid if she wont put some elbow grease into making sure vriska's eating (enough to leave her gasping and moaning from fullness and exertion) enough for someone of her (immensely bloated and warmly sweating) size

azure: rose talking with a downright alarmingly cheerful tone of voice on the phone to aranea to say no its fine, she doesnt need to give her overtime pay, she's quite enjoying her evening, yes vriska's fine she's just somewhat preoccupied
azure: all while vriska huffs and groans and belches weakly in the background until rose can just as casually hang up and return to kneading and massaging and working out all that tautness and gurgliness from her mountainously chair-smothering charge
azure: to listen to her agonizingly blissed-out protests and see if she cant fit a few more scraps of dessert into those lolled-open, food-smeared plush lips

azure: how many belly rubs does it take to fit the last of those eight soda bottles into vriska, since rose knows how much she loves the number
azure: the answer is a few burpings and then insistently tipping it up and watching her obediently chug without a second thought only to go with back to whining and groaning for any amount of (affectionate?) massages from a half condescending half sincerely rewarding rose
azure: but hey the food and drink isnt coming from rose's paycheck and she's sure vriska appreciating how thoughtful shes being about her numerical fascinations

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anon: Agh okay but in all fairness
anon: I'm so, so down to do Rose the Maid and her attempts to extort the Serket sisters from their money
azure: yes good~

azure: i mean it might not even be the money as opposed to just "rosemom makes her take the job as a surprise to get her out of the house" "rose hates that she has to take orders but decides to at least try" "her employer/charge is a tubby messy bitchy nerd who expects food for just sitting around and has no intent of being amicible to rose" "oh its on"
azure: but either way it is so good

anon: She gets to her job and she's greeted by this scruffy, out-of-shape brown-skinned ball of blubber in an ill-fitting band shirt and boxers, who only registers moderate surprise at her arrival before ambling a bit to let her in.
anon: From then on Rose gets a feeling that she wasn't going to get along with this person, if at all, and that feeling only grows more intense once she sees the small diorama of a mountain range enacted in pizza boxes and mountain dew bottles all over the place.

azure: rose tries to be upright and cordial and wordy and vriska just could not care less about this diminutive blonde sounding like she has a thesaurus lodged up her ass, brushing her off and snapping at her about where things are and how its arranged
azure: before their first introduction is done rose's brain is already full of ways to very slowly and subtly undermine vriska in prolonged retribution
azure: and it isnt long before said process involves food after practically the very first thing vriska tells her to do as a maid is get the door and the pizza she ordered an hour ago for game night and bring it to her
anon: Rose heads to the door, opening it up to the sight of three pizza guys from three different pizza places lined up, looking like they weren't at all expecting a pale blonde girl to answer the door.

azure: the entire first night is spent with vriska on the sofa eating and playing games as rose attempts to clean up slightly, rose putting on the most unimaginably frigid lack of emotion as she works and vriska snapping at her over a mouthful of cheese and meat whenever rose moves some garbage that vriska wanted kept where it was
azure: the sarcasm coming out as soon as vriska expectantly tells rose to get her a drink and rose does everything short of openly telling her to fuck off in the process of doing so
azure: shes already pre-emptively decided shes going to take this butterball nerd down as many pegs as possible but shes also not going to resist the opportunity for linguistic sparring

anon: Even if Rose did lose her cool, Vriska would simply shrug and make even more of a mess, just to make things harder for the new maid, testing her patience with mean-spirited jabs at Rose's fairly plush figure, even though her own takes up half the couch if she angled herself just right.

azure: rose was never really bothered by her own size, a decent paunch pushing slightly over the band of her comfortably thigh and hip hugging pants, but having someone as shamelessly fat and gluttonous as vriska trying to take advantage of it only gives her the excuse she needs to feign the most trivially falsified sense of hurt possible to accent her not so subtle digs at vriska's own girth
azure: flowery spoken prose about how rose herself had already failed to meet the practically immutable standards of beauty punctuated by her pushing vriska's second pizza over with a frigid glare and a calmly cold comment on how she shouldnt let her own modest snacking get cold

anon: Vriska just sneers at the smaller girl, eagerly making a mess of herself and tossing pizza crusts everywhere all while maintaining eye contact with Rose the entire time, almost daring the girl to stop her from making more of a mess than she already is

azure: its a bluff thats easy to call, rose making eye contact before turning and resuming cleaning a horridly dusty shelf of Nerd Stuff(tm), letting vriska complain about her not getting the crusts before "politely" excusing herself and leaning down, getting a good view of vriskas physique in the process
azure: shes far from personally offended or disgusted by such an overweight nerd stuffing her fat face without any real modesty, but she's already mentally mapping out and planning any amount of jabs, barbs and cold comments to save until the perfect moment
azure: no interest in going straight for insults when she could test the waters and see how many subtle digs at vriska's blubbery state she could make before her employer started taking unveiled offense
azure: casual remarks asking if vriska wanted to eat the crush she'd dropped or if she was comfortable wasting it, sarcastic comments on if vriska needed any assistance after she'd chugged a quarter of a soda bottle over a minute or so, commenting that she studied diagrams of the heimlich maneuver with a know-it-all tone as a non-sequiter

anon: All of it gets Vriska more and more incensed, and when she's upset about something, her first recourse was to eat until it went away/she felt better. But with Rose's constant presence, it only meant that the tawny nerdwhale has to keep food within arm's reach just to keep herself from trying to deck her.

azure: the first night of rose's employment vriska eats more than even she should have, trying to hide the discomfort of her fullness until rose leaves
azure: at which point they both let it out, rose letting down her facade of fake politeness and vriska lying back on the couch to pull her boxers down under her belly and try to digest
azure: after that its only a matter of half a month before they're in a bizarre routine of vriska overgorging herself just from the spars with rose, especially the one she herself instigates by snapping at rose for messing with her things or being tardy with food

anon: She isn't even sure why Rose drives her up the wall so bad, but she finds that she ends her days bloated and sweating on the couch, too full to process the veiled distaste Rose has for her habits, her house and her attitude in general.
anon: It gets even worse when her increased intake starts to have a visible effect on Vriska, her barely-baggy clothes starting to stick a lot closer to her skin than she remembers, the humid nature of her apartment making nearly all her clothes into a faintly damp and sticky mess from minute 1 of moving around.

azure: rose herself absolutely notices the way vriska's putting on more and more weight and pounces on the opportunity immediately, sarcastically telling her she looks "ravishing" when vriska shows signs of being a bit flustered by her gains
azure: making a point of how she already expects vriska to want more food after what should satisfy most normal people and playing it casual when rose herself finds sweat on her brow just from being in the same room as such an overweight girl's body heat and exertion
azure: talking about the potential of an air conditioner and whether or not it would be necessary as if vriska wasnt there just so vriska immediately denies the need despite her clear discomfort
azure: and she absolutely gets more comfortable pushing those habits onto vriska, always having more food cooking or ready and surrepitiously putting just a bit of her wages into restocking when vriska isnt looking
azure: going from handing her food with gritted teeth to doing so almost expectantly knowing that vriska's enough of a hog to eat whatever's handed to her as long as it comes with that air of disinterest and insufferable attitude

anon: At first Vriska finds it suspicious, but when Rose throws her the haymaker of vague flirtatious notions when she starts to get visibly fatter, the tubby nerd can't really reconcile what it is that Rose is playing at, and trying to think about it only makes her more and more stressed.
anon: Thankfully, every time Vriska seems to try and work out what it is that Rose is trying to pull, the pale blonde maid has some food brought up near Vriska's face, usually during an hours-long gaming binge that leaves her rooted to the couch.
anon: It gets a lot worse once Rose calls her attention toward the sheer warmth and humidity in her room, suddenly getting self-conscious of how badly she's sweating even as Rose seems to keep her composure and still look absolutely clean.

anon:  She's over there, a pale vision of cleanliness while Vriska can feel how much of her shirt is just plastered onto her dark skin, the dim light of the tv glistening off the vast expanse of boobflesh that was pulling the neckline of her shirt forward with every slow breath.
anon: It frustrates her how much Rose just manages to keep herself looking like that, and that's when she usually asks for some messy food to be brought to her, just for the satisfaction of seeing Rose dirtied somewhat.

azure: rose being able to stay so pristine compared to vriska is half genetic luck and half meticulous acting, fully aware that while it was nothing compared to vriska's own massive gains she herself had been getting just a bit softer from being around so much food and gluttony
azure: holding herself with a straight back and a casual stride from years of practice and bringing vriska a tall, wide, heaping platter of nachos drowning in cheese and meat and sauce with one hand for good measure
azure: commenting on the need for a proper table with a lack of malice that itself left vriska scowling as the plate barely managed to fit between the arm of the couch and the wide, bulging, very much larger than before thigh of the girl taking up most of it

azure: its not until vriska's put on enough weight to be immediately noticable and rose can tell she's getting somewhat accustomed to their routine that rose gets more direct with her running commentary
azure: offering to provide vriska a schedule so she doesn't have to keep track of how often she's changed her food-stained, sweat-plastered clothes, casually remarking that she's taken the liberty of organizing the kitchen to ensure there's ample food stocked "out of the goodness of her heart"
azure: and in one of her infrequent, bolder motions, looking over vriska's stuffed and swollen gut and licking gooey nacho cheese from her own pale fingers as she questions whether or not it would be necessary for aranea to fund massauer lessons for her to ensure her work as a dutiful maid is sufficent for vriska's comfort

anon: Throughout all this is a roller coaster ride of emotions for the poor nerdblob, hesitantly turned on by Rose's more forward motions at riling her up and being outright furious at her for the more pointed jabs at her obviously increasing weight.
anon: Her only counter is to strip off her sweat-soaked clothing, leaving it right by her feet only for Rose to pick it up as close as possible to the heaving, damp mass of her frame.
anon: Already she was so close to just cornering her spotless foil and simply smothering her with her increased poundage, but she hated to admit that a very small part of her psyche found Rose's more direct flirtatious gestures as impossibly sexy, especially to a socially-awkward shut-in like her.
anon: Maybe, the small voice whispers, maybe if you get bigger, she'll be a little less of a bitch to you. Even if Vriska doesn't notice, she's a little more eager in stuffing herself when Rose offers more and more food, unaware that her brain's subconsciously played right into Rose's smooth hands.

azure: rose herself was both a little surprised and entirely willing to roll with vriska's defiant gesture, brows raising just a fraction as she watches vriska huff and groan and wobble on the couch to get her snug shirt off of her slick, brown, doughy self
azure: waiting for her to glare back up with audible puffing from the exertion on a full belly needed just to strip down so hastily, the tiniest of smirks on her own dark-painted lips as she bends down as smoothly and gracefully as possible to scoop up and fold the wet shirt with a complement towards vriska thinking so proactively and only the barest hints of hesitance at leaning so close to her bare, glistening girth
azure: letting her own violet gaze roam over that expansive, overfilled, double-tiered gut, the way vriska's heavy breasts rose and fell with her panting and rested atop that dark mountain of tummy
azure: scoping out the gleaming smears of food and drink on her double chin and the way her thick arms rubbed against the sides of her chest and torso
azure: overall taking in the sight just long enough to ensure vriska noticed, before standing back up straight and moving to bring her a clean yet no less outgrown top and another dish

azure: yet watching vriska eat topless is perhaps the first time rose really enjoyed it
azure: a combination of smug satisfaction at how riled up she'd gotten her host, acclimation to the scenario of having to play food fetcher for such a ravenous glutton
azure: and maybe, on some level, a reluctant fondness for a girl that was absolutely perfect for this kind of relentless teasing and increasingly less frigid harassing
azure: loitering with a look of victorious appreciation as vriska gorges herself more recklessly and forcefully than ever

azure: and as she stepped past the overloaded nerdblob to collect her plates and empty what little space remained vacant on the sofa, side-eyeing that sweat-slick, ruddy, fat face
azure: for reasons she couldnt entirely explain she let her hand lift to the upper curve of vriska's belly, giving that gurgling mound an unhesitant, firm, brief yet entirely intent and deliberate pushing rub of what could have been any of mocking affection, encouragement, casual approval or simply idle comfort with a fractional glimpse of physical contact

anon: Vriska's just half-conscious at that point, but it was impossible to miss that milky-smooth hand's pressure on her stuffed upper tummy
anon: Rose's fingers standing out against the wet surface of her glutted belly, the light push and rub of her hand on the taut orb making her moan softly as her head filled with more overt shows of affection, she was clearly doing something right.
anon: She only lets out a wet, sloppy burp in response to that, drunkenly moaning as she tried to reach for Rose's hand, in an attempt to take it off or keep it in place, Rose likely wouldn't know.
anon: Her tummy gurgled and groaned under Rose's touch, crammed with so much greasy food that she wouldn't have been surprised if the beached brown blob started sweating grease.

azure: if vriska was capable of focusing despite the aftermath of her rampant gluttony fogging her mind she might have noticed rose smirking a bit wider at the gurgling belch
azure: the temptation to keep rubbing surprisingly potent in the blonde's mind as she firmly yet gently pressed down and felt the sheer load of food crammed into that swollen gut and the way vriska's bare, glistening stomach felt so warm and damp to the touch
azure: but as vriska's own messy, flabby fingers moved forward rose relented slightly, resuming her paused stride and allowing vriska to feel the brief, tantalizing sensation of her palm rubbing and sliding off of her churning middle and bloated, beached bod

azure: the teasing comes right back, rose openly wiping her sweaty hand off on the couch as she holds the mostly-cleaned but visibly messy nacho platter in the other and tells the engorged glutton that she's glad her 'meager' offerings of food were appreciated
azure: but that she may need to factor antacid fetching into her duties given that to her medically untrained self vriska felt like she could stomach a bit more
azure: looking down at the red-faced, moaning nerd and lingering for just a moment before heading back to the kitchen, listening to vriska's mumbled, gurgled protesting against her own fullness and humming softly in the first real display of pleasure she'd shown at the arrangement
azure: and already mentally planning out just how much more she could get close and comfortable to vriska to keep her confused and desperate at such open touches, perhaps for both of their sakes

anon: Agh dood, this is gold
azure: it issss
anon: Snarky manipulative Rose maid is a strong concept
azure: snarky manipulative maid rose slowly realizing she actually enjoys the whole thing, but keeps drawing it out as long as possible and working vriska into as much of a flustered confused huff as possible
azure: only to throw in curveballs of sudden actual approval or maybe even affection, belly rubs and back pats and food being lifted and fed directly to vriska and teasing that almost gets flirtatious at times, long enough to leave vriska blissful but scant enough to have her always wanting more until she finally breaks and gives in and tries to admit shes into it