guyfuy Cream Story

1

“Moooom... I'm stuffed...” the overfilled rabbit groaned. Her belly gurgled in protest, her formerly slim belly pinched against the width of the entire table in front of her. Her formerly fitting dress now only covering her huge breasts, large enough for her to rest a bowl of ice cream on. Unfortunately, the ice cream bowl she actually has to eat from is in front of those breasts. The poor rabbit groans, her soft arms pressing into those breasts as she leans forwards, refilling her spoon with the huge pile of orange sherbet ice cream. “I'm sorry for calling you fat... can I stop now, please?”
Her mother smiles softly to herself. Being called fat might be an understatement for the motherly bunny, the quarter ton plus rabbit quite a massive woman herself, judging by her dress's vest looking ready to burst, by her belly hanging down over her own thighs and knees, less than a foot from the ground itself. Even her huge shins, almost comically bursting out over her ankles, making her stuffed shoes look almost minuscule in comparison. With her arms underneath her own breasts, she smirks, looking down over her daughter. Looking down over Cream's brown thighs and rump cheeks, watching Cream's tiny chair creak in protest. Cream's back fat itself bulging around the chair's back, her gargantuan rump hanging over the edges of the chair, sinking down with Cream's thigh and shin fat to nearly reach closer to the ground than her poor little feet dangle.
Vanilla smiles, leaning forwards a tad as her own rolls of fat press into the back of her daughter's. “Oh, no my dear, you're not nearly done yet...” She smiles, reaching forwards, fighting against the bulge of her own chest and arm fat to grab one of Cream's rolls, giving it a strong grip and a firm shake. “We need to make sure you'll know how it is to be REALLY fat..” She smiles deviously. “Besides, Princess Sally must be at least ten times as big as you are, my petite darling...” The huge young rabbit gulps nervously, as her mother wipes off some ice cream off her cheek with a napkin, giving her daughter a soft kiss on her pillowy cheek. “You still got a way to go..”

2

Another of those sweet, delicate cupcakes was pressed between the rabbit's lips, the young bunny forced to chew and swallow the treat. She could feel her already gigantic belly stretch out just a bit more as she was forced to swallow, said lightly brown gut spilled out over the sides of her bed. She could even feel those folds rub against the fabric of the carpet underneath her, the cute little Squiddles mat her mother got her, much like her mother got her dessert this very night. The poor, bloated Cream looked up to her obese mother, eyes pleading. But all she got in return from her was another slight giggle, another wide smile as she struggled to reach one of her gargantuan bloated arms to the tray of cupcakes she was carrying, her arms pressed against her gigantically soft breasts to reach around
Cream could swear that one of the buttons on her dress was going to burst as she pressed into her own flesh, but it did not. Her mother's belly pressed against the edges of Cream's own, the rabbit able to feel it squish and slide across her gut, the motherly rabbit almost seeming to enjoy it. "Now now, Cream," She said as she grabbed yet another cupcake. "You should know better than to disagree with your mother." Another cupcake is forced into her daughter's mouth, as Cream can feel her belly, her bed filling rump, even her own developing chest surge out with another few inches of fat. "After all, if Mother says that meat on your bones makes you healthier, then you shouldn't try to disagree. After all, it's quite rude." She grabbed another cupcake, Cream's own orange dress strained more and more with each pound, stretched out wide across her chest and nothing else. "After all, mother knows best, doesn't she?"

3

Vanilla laid back, her body spread out wide, the rabbit smiling as she felt the ground under her slowly shift. Her own cream colored bottom was quaking around her, her own back fat jostling lightly. She felt almost helpless herself from this position. Her arms, thicker then her own head, complimented shoulders that she could feel her cheeks sinking onto. Her hands tiny, yet vastly important palms and fingers felt betrayed by her own bones, so short compared to her so large bosom and buttock they had to reach around. But that's not why she was smiling, no. She was smiling because of the white landscape under her was continuing to slowly rise. She was smiling because she could feel her seat shifting a tad, its slope becoming more and more steep until it rolled her forwards onto her own cream colored toes. Her shoes gave up while she was testing this device, the bare footed mother turning uphill, smiling as she sees the thick, pumping hose overhead. The warm, tan, generic cream inside it stretching the hose out to nearly as thick as one of Vanilla's massive arms, constantly churning from some unseen, uncared for source.


She starts to climb up the white bumps, her heavy frame sinking into them quite deeply. Even her own gargantuan shins were mostly enveloped by the warm, dough like mass. Her belly presses into the lightly fuzzy whiteness as well, the rabbit's hands forced to sink into the sides of her dress, a dress that didn't even reach her hips anymore. Heck, with the way her fat filled, small car sized breasts are hanging out,  her former ankle length dress now was closer to a glorified tank top.


With a heaving toss of her massive, orange patterned belly, she climbs up another roll, finally reaching the end point of the hose she searched for. Vanilla reaches into her epic breast flesh with one of her tiny hands, and pulls out a small remote. With a button press, the churning of the hose stops. With a light pop, it's finally pulled out of the landscape below with only a few droplets of sherbert cream falling from the hose. The hole gives a few heaves, gasping for breath as the mountain's mother speaks again. “Good news, my big bountiful bunny baby girl~” Cream's cheeks sulked in tired agony, each one significantly larger then her head before counting the rolls of chins she's developed. Her pleading eyes looking up, up to her mother leaning onto her. She feels the rub of a napkin against her cheek, the rabbit able to see the droplets of delicious cream on her cheeks jutting out from her like twin hills. “Now, let me just clean you up a bit, my little princess.” Her mother comments with an innocent air in her voice, not at all minding her oversized offspring and the fact that she's destroyed their house long ago.

With a heavy, panting labor in her breathing, her brown eyes watering lightly, her ears resting flat in the rolls of her own neckfat, she pleads for mercy. “I... I have to be bigger then Miss Sally by now, right? A..am I done?” Her cheeks and chins would suddenly rumble yet again, her mothers multiples of mass falling down in front of her chin.
Vanilla's belly squished in the light canyon cleavage of her daughter , her thick, gloved finger going to Cream's lips, shutting them. “Yes...I said I wanted to get you as big as Miss Sally...but there's a few other things I've learned about my sweet little girl...” She giggles gently, glancing to the left, her immobilized heir glancing as well, although the only sight either could see were the rolls of Cream. But, Vanilla commented again. “Can you feel it? Against your huge side...”
Inside the neighbor's house, a purple and white furred weasel stared at the light brown bulge. It was where his window used to be, yes, and it was trespassing in his house. But yet, whenever he tried to poke it with a stick or ram up against it, he just sorta bounced off! “That's the mean neighbor's Nack the Weasel”™s house.” The mean neighbor Nack the Weasel pulls out his popguns, firing the corks en masse at the blubber leaking into his house, only to see them bounce harmlessly off. “We're allowed this property for whatever we want, and for whoever we wish as long as there's two or less people per bedroom. And the rights to have enough land to raise them.” The bounty hunter revs up his chainsaw, the roar of the engine quiet compared to the rumble of Cream's belly. The whirring blade goes down, into the softness....before it instantly snaps off, the chain whipping back into Nack's face, scarring it as if a tiger slashed across his snout. Nack lets out a howl of disapproval. “So if something happens, and one of us suddenly absolutely needs the extra land...” Nack looked on in fear, seeing cracks develop along the walls of his house, the blubber pulsating in, getting larger even now. He charges at it directly, his hands desperately trying to relieve pressure, to try to push the flabbiness back. “..it's ours.” With a huge crack, and barely a notice from the rabbit herself, the wall of Nack's house was broken down, the poor weasel himself pinned in a wave of Creamfat that the rabbit herself didn't even notice. “And that is why you still got a way to go....” Vanilla giggles gently, Cream shaking her head wildly as the hose is reshoved into her mouth and the pumping power activated. “After all, wouldn't you love to be the princess of your own town?” She smiles, and turns onto her side, her mountainous mother stroking her bloblike daughter's cheek, a sly smile on her face. “Maybe we can see what we can do from there...”