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dfb: Aliens eat free is a dangerous game
azure: the naturalization process of becoming extraordinarily acquainted with planetary cuisune
dfb: I mean who doesn't like the idea of her gut being extremely loud and noisy from trying to process the new food call Ramen
azure: going from a toned flat surface to a noisily protruding swell after guzzling down an entire heavy ramen bowl in the name of intercultural experience
dfb: why yes the noises of 3 different ramen shops stuffed into one gut is needed for intercultural experience
dfb: Yeah she can take over the world soon enough she just needs maybe a reason not to destroy it

azure: by the time she's got the capacity for three different shops and she's officially begun snowballing from a svelte curvy girl to an absolutely colossal, nearly-nude landwhale its safe to say that food addiction is one valid way to distract her from any domination schemes

dfb: I'm just saying it's cute to imagine Lum going on public TV after emptying a shopping district and they need to figure out how to noise cancel this literal glorp mound on 80s tv

azure: its almost a little scary to think how much worse itd be if the source of all that wet churning grinding bubbling noise wasnt already buried under a positively inhumane amount of fully exposed cascading floor-smothering belly fat

dfb: Belly in a wheelbarrow
dfb: The news reporter grabbing it all "Mrs.Invader, how does this work into the world domination aspect"
dfb: GLunnkkkk kcreeeahkk....
dfb: "Hff...I-I'll...out eat your food supplies....grk..d-don't jostle it...."

azure: their hand sinking deep into the plush crease around her belly button as it lets out a digestive groan forceful enough to be felt through such a wall of blubber
azure: shes not even holding the wheelbarrow with those arms and sides so forced apart with flab, its just that having a creakingly overcompressed wheeled platform under her bikini-warping gutrolls and hips makes it ever so slightly easier to keep pushing such a mountain of dough

dfb: She just pushes it along, though last time she tried to fly she bumped her belly on the floor and the gutteral belch what happened sorta let her not wanting to lose half her dinner
dfb: She wants to feel full, Lum's gotta keep all this to herself
dfb: Or well, until the earth starts to pamper her...

azure: digestive system so grossly overloaded and distended with so much delicious food that her body is working overtime just to try and process it all into more ground-cracking weight
azure: only hidden by just how ungodly obese she's already managed to get yet betrayed by the fact that just approaching her avalanche of bellyfat lets you hear it all sloshing and churning away, overpressurized and overcrammed

dfb: Good lord, making me think of a ramen shop's window collapsing down as an overfilled Lum attempts to shift out of it
dfb: the manager? MORE than happy for the same thing tommorrow
dfb: Lum, maybe realizing that rice, broth and entire buckets of food is gonna be hard to eat every day for months on end
dfb: Some places even starting to spoon feed her so she doesn't jostle around a gut what reverbally glunks around the resturant too much

azure: completely exposing her full figure for anyone to helpfully rub and try to soothe such a monstrous gut
azure: able to feel just how much that swollen mass of stomach is pushing up and out against her layered blubber and making her feel even more like an utterly overengorged food balloon
azure: the simple act of just carefully moving her own body enough to make her ooze over obstacles and crush furniture and flimsy barriers as her noisy gut and the rest of her behemoth figure takes up so much space that mobility is a hazard to any manmade surroundings
azure: not immobile but it might be safer for everyone involved if she was

dfb: Just picturing a dumb idiot Lum on live TV saying her idea for world domination is making it so all humans starve
problem IS, oops yeah now everyone internally banded together TO feed Lum knowing the excess of the world
dfb: Safer for everyone if she can only frequent the select few eateries..
dfb: Plonk herself on a bench to relax her gut knowing shes 30 minutes late before somewhere closes, grumbling abit and huffing out "Humans...have got so much fooOOOURRRRAAAPPPHPPP...uugh...but they hand it over so easily this planet is gonna be easy to take over, oourhk..."
dfb: Before she knows it she's being treated like the princess she is but isn't exactly the ruler of the dirt planet like she wanted

azure: she genuinely is convinced she can eat 8 billion humans to death, and the locals are more than willing to keep up the charade by turning her into the city's excess food receptacle
azure: making sure that every single bit of cuisine that could possibly be shoveled down her gullet is packed away in that gut so that she can take pride in how good a job she's doing

azure: even if that job means she hasnt gone a single moment for the past week and a half where it hasnt felt like a firm thump onto the soft, quaking, rolling mounds and crevices and hills of blubber making up her front half wouldn't send her into a groaning and hurking and belching fit
azure: perpetually sweating from fullness and showing no signs of slowing down in both appetite and weight gain even as she starts to overfill and bend park benches and those news reporters have to practically bury themselves into her side and arm and gutflab just to interview this unimaginable lardy blimp of an invader

dfb: Despite needing to dig into the side of Lum, the idea of her still THINKING she's on a track to taking over the place soon is cute, Interview during her breakfast 5, moving plate and bowls out of the way to interview the mostly mouthfulled Lum
dfb: "Giimmeh...hff....a fhew wheeks..." she'd pant out, many a pictures for the newspapers of Lum with one hand on a telephone pole and the other on her hip as she is leaned over 'n hanging her gut to the floor trying to take a moment and digest some
dfb: Hips getting so big her butts starting to peek, boobs blobbing down
dfb: standing and leaning back her gut makes ungodly metal like creaks
dfb: I love the escalation from here where the town of tomobiki maybe gives her a place to pretend is a palace and everyone coming to her to give offerings, stops her from losing some weight if she ever moves, AND Lum can get some probally well paid belly rubbers to keep the food at bay
dfb: many pillows underneath her gut to stop it from being hurt, lotion on it to keep soft and easy
dfb: Maybe it's a win now she's technically royality

azure: her own personal palace right at the intersection of all the local eateries and restaurants, their owners getting paid enough to hire more cooks just to keep the twice-daily food trucks coming to lum's residence so she's virtually never not eating
azure: news reports talking about her reaching new, unashamedly gargantuan levels of heavy or wide or full like they're weather reports set to the churning stormscape of her progressively more floor-swamping tummy

azure: that cute tiger outfit only ever really being tossed on her upper half to keep her decent for interviews, because she needs every possible inch of space and give and freedom for her upper gut to expand to keep horking down more food
azure: chest pushed up closer to her blobby face by the sheer physical volume of food crammed into it by her dutiful "tribute-bringers" and body visibly rippling and quaking a bit every time some of that ungodly, room-fillingly wet and loud pressure forces its way up and out in a belch deep and violent enough to make her reel

dfb: The thought of the burp just working up her body and out is cute, maybe her bottom half is completely naked, mostly due to circumstance, but her arms and chest are draped in a big tiger print kimono, then of course the lower half of it being opened up for belly city
dfb: The food trucks might as well just upturn and unload into her mouth instead of trying to cook with it
dfb: Tying Lum's hair into a bun or pony tail so she can just eat a cake face first what was tribute
her arms are at either side of her, due to the armflab alone and just making the most room
dfb: I imagine you'd get paid well to be the certified belly button cleaner on Lum, jostling it around and hearing a deep voiced Ghnkhhuurrrrrppp with a wrong move

azure: spending a full day's shift just handling and massaging that gut, listening to how the noises she makes slowly change over the day, waking up to a chorus of desperately hungry groans and rumbles and airy squelches
azure: feeling and hearing her slowly fill up as food is practically poured into her mouth and her gut sloshes and chugs and bubbles like an olympic-sized water cooler as her overstretched stomach swells up and out
azure: listening to the noises transition to creaking, groaning, hot and wet grrgles and roars once shes at last week's maximum and pushing onwards to hit a new limit in excess

azure: her physique and habits long since past being measured in pounds or meals or inches and now being calculated purely by physical volume of intake
azure: having to carefully lift and squeeze and doughily knead her cascading rolls and blobby hills of flab around that overpressurized overloaded cauldron of a digestive system
azure: food breaking down half from her overactive stomach and half from the sheer heat and pressure of having so much forced into such a compressed space
azure: all to the sounds of roll-rippling grinding and wet crumpling and deafening swampy shifts that only becoming more overwhelming the closer you sink yourself into her mass and closer to her deep cavernous navel or uppermost tummy swell between those sagging breasts

dfb: Since it's year of the tiger you can just...imagine the possible idea of getting her red and taunt, creaking dangerously abit too, to contrast the black paint to splatter 2022 on her gut to celebrate!
dfb: Only for a few people to take a photoshoot, lean back on the Lum-gut
dfb: to then listen to both ends of Lum expelling the last 12 hours of ramen, snacks and side dishes in gas form
dfb: Ask Lum's new year's resolution and you might just get "Mo...ooveeh...." in hope she could move under her own strength anymore, sadly which isn't an option now she's a small landmark/queen of a japanese province
dfb: Unlike alot of royality, she doesn't choose, everyone else just makes choices for her like what food she'd eat, what food she'd eat but for dessert, and then if she needs the warehouse juuuust yet

azure: by the end of her average day she's so utterly backed up with food that just pouring more into her mouth forces hot bubbling gas to rip and blast from her monumental backside from the sheer pressure
azure: her vocal responses too muffled by food and fat and lethargy to discern any meaning from them other than how she gets ever the bit more frantic from someone leaning against or pushing down on or even just thumping her industrially cacophonic beached whale blob of a belly

azure: dressing her up with body paint and a nice robe that barely contains just the amount of fat and oozing excess blubber tacked onto her from the chest up and posing with her as she haplessly lets another ramen shop's worth of food and calories drain down her gullet
azure: tummy looking ever so slightly closer to finally hitting a limit on its elasticity only for her to launch into a belching and groaning and quaking fit that deflates her overtaxed, positively ruined digestive system and makes room for m o r e

dfb: Just the mental image of Lum swaying side to side as she depressurizes her gut is -cute-
dfb: I mean she's gotta do what she gotta do now she's just Lum the wheezebag... consider the thought of all this and reaching an Apex of where she's back up to the point where a funnel in her mouth isn't draining for hours
dfb: dunno how you'd feel on it but maybe even a butt pipe to increase effeciency
dfb: if she's becoming BIG then why not turn her into a small factory

azure: finding new and exciting ways to just make sure her stomach is never not aching with fullness, her body is never growing and swelling up with lard faster than anyone can keep track of the inches, her mouth is barely able to even fit how much food it takes just to keep her full...

dfb: Endgame Lum where she's warehoused in size, catwalks above her upper -meat- areas
dfb: an unreadable ammount of pipes going into the divot of her face, butt and even belly button why not
dfb: constantly overloading each hole with a viscious like cream making her look like an alien eclair
dfb: instead of the heavy machinary, the only things you hear are Lum noises
dfb: paid 20 an hour to make sure each vat is filled and prepped right
dfb: A pretty good job all in all, just don't fall off the walkway..

azure: all it takes is one tumble onto that overpressurized overloaded warehouse floor of a tummy to have all the pressure and built up gas come rushing out before she'd schedules to depressurize
azure: that wonderful end of the night process where some of the tubes are unplugged and her dutiful army of paid massagers start working on and over and under that avalanche of tummy to make sure her wracked digestive system is squeezed and massaged free of hot gas
azure: even as she groans and whines and lets out enough pressure from either end to warrant opening all the windows beforehand

dfb: the fact the ventilation system broke and they have to open windows is strong massagers and maids on the first floor, knee high in whatever sweet creamy goop they've been billowing into lum from all the excess what's pooled off is cute
dfb: Something is like, making me think this is less of a job and more just an extremely cute operation of kimono maids tending to her needs

azure: shes far too gone to really give any meaningful input beyond helpless wiggles and deafening digestive sounds, so its easy to just treat her as a delicate piece of machinery that needs constant input and maintenance to keep going

dfb: The idea of her being sensitive and the wrong pressure or touch makes her goop out what they're constantly feeding her is cute
dfb: just a "bwhump bwbubp...."
dfb: maybe decorating the warehouse into a fancy regal look to get her all relaxed like she is reality and not just an oversized oni eclair

azure: showing her reports on how many peoples worth of calories shes consuming so she can feel like shes still progressing on her goal, even if her only response is to groan and hurk and belch up a splattering of cream

dfb: Despite how overfilled she is, the cute thought of her being incredibly laid back is nice
dfb: the still warm cream is soothing her body and her bodily noises aren't as aggressive now

azure: dressed up in her regal open kimono and pampered beyond any reason, massaged and kneaded and cared for even as she starts to outgrow her warehouse chamber

dfb: isnt this just the goal for any fatty though, having a team of people telling you're fine and just to eat another meal while 10 others comfort you and soothe you

azure: exactly
azure: brushing her hair back so it doesnt get full of food and lotioning and kneading every inch of her, even if it takes two dozen people working in shifts to actually handle how much girl is on display

dfb: No body hates it though, waking her up by pushing her softly to wobble like a jelly is nice
dfb: Each day blends together but the cream still is nice, maybe ruling the world can wait til she loses a few hundred digits off her weight

azure: saving the real floor-creaking, tummy-groaning, body-overpumping, mind-numbingly gargantuan overstuffings for special occasions and rewards for her progress, making sure every one of them tacks at least another hundred or two pounds on

dfb: W-what even awards does she have
dfb: does she get to float aroud the town or just gets another round of tummy rubs
azure: special interviews maybe, so she can broadcast to the world how close she is to conquering it
dfb: Yeah she'd conqure this town in a few years
dfb: First...oops she fell asleep, that cream is really relaxing to gluzzle down

azure: so relaxed and comfortable she can doze off mid-meal knowing that she'll wake up full and swollen with warm heavy richness
dfb: then she'd fall asleep again because of how comfy she is
dfb: 20 hours of sleep a day!

azure: weeks going by in a blissful daze of chugging and swelling and being massaged, broken up only by the days when her tummy acts up and she needs help working out warehouse-fogging levels of belching farting pressure
dfb: So dense that Lum can't see past her mountain of chins and NOW the fog she's created
dfb: just the haze of the light in the distance, her tigerprint has been blown apart by butt blasts anyway
azure: hotboxing herself and just becoming even hotter and sweatier and hungrier and more lethargic

dfb: weeks, into months...this is why she only came back this year because she got so fat and lazy it melted away
trying to sense where her finger folds could be is step one
azure: four times as long to lose it than it was to gain it
azure: good luck breaking those habits though...
dfb: Yeah unplugging Lum from the hose to try and get a few reps in is gonna be hard...
azure: ask her how she feels about losing weight and all you get is hurking belches and moans muffled by faceflab
dfb: You'd get a response in due time