Blob-ayashi (originally by blobs4thepeople)

Blob-ayashi
by blobs4thepeople


 “Toh. . .urp. . .Tohruuu. Food. . .” Kobayashi moaned from her spot in the center of the apartment. She tried to flap an arm but only succeeded in weakly wiggling her sausage fingers. Great. Something else that I can’t move. She thought to herself. Worryingly, she did not hear a response from Tohru. Kobayashi struggled to move her head, straining past the folds of neck, back, and shoulder fat that held and nuzzled her pudgy face. From her vantage point in the center of the room she could see little more than the window in front of her and even that was getting more and more obscured by her nearly gelatinous body. She could see the upper sections of the window area but the lower half and even portions of the sides were starting to become obscured by rolling plains of fat. . .her fat. Kobayashi spread across the floor of the apartment in a way only glaciers could mimic.

 She was a pile of sedentary blubber. Almost unrecognizable outside of her distinctive glasses and hairstyle. Beyond recognizing her as herself, it was getting hard to recognize her as human. The feedings and pampering had started the moment Tohru had entered the home and had produced a distinctively round Kobayashi. Furniture had been broken, improved, and then finally removed as Kobayashi’s bulk had swelled to truly momentous sizes. She had, after a particularly long feeding session, finally lost the ability to walk. Tohru had decided that her master needed only to be moved to the kitchen, for free space and easier access to food. Since then Kobayashi had only continued to grow and take over more and more of the living room. It was a race to see what would happen first: her belly touched the far wall or people could no longer walk between her right hip and the wall.

  “Did you. . . urp. . .hear me?” Kobayashi ventured again, a belch escaping to further jiggle her enormous bulk. It felt like some part of her was always shifting, jiggling, or undulating. Such was the life of a woman who had overgrown two couches, three beds, and innumerable chairs. She bobbed and floated on an ocean of her own domestically grown fat.  She tried again to shift her head, feeling her chins drift against her mammoth chest. Kobayashi had at least been blessed in that area, though it was more appropriate to say she had been blessed in all areas. Her breasts had become larger enough that they could probably hide a full grown adult under their smothering heft. They naturally drifted towards the sides, hanging off of her immense form and allowed her series of growing chins to fall down the middle. Reaching the end of her neck’s mobility, she could still not see if Tohru had heard her call. “Tohruuu.” She whined.

Suddenly, before she could start to sluggishly turn her jowls back around, she felt the usual padding, tickling feeling of someone scaling her bulk. These hops and springs undoubtedly belonged to Tohru, no one else had that sort of enthusiastic climbing. Much how some senses are enhanced by the removal of others, the immobile Kobayashi could tell who was climbing her based solely on how they moved. It was a skill that only could benefit a person who had fears of smashing through a floor if they got too full, but a worthwhile skill nonetheless. To confirm her suspicions, Kobayashi soon felt the tell-tale signs of Tohru’s twin-tails drifting across her rolls. Kobayashi started to meekly say something, but she felt soft and strong hands squishing her cheeks together. “Don’t worry! I heard you loud and clear!” Tohru’s smiling face could, partially, be seen through the small window of space allowed to Kobayashi’s eyes as her cheeks and jowls were pushed further and further together. The pressure soon relented and Kobayashi’s cheeks slumped back into place. “Here you are, Kobayashi!” Tohru hefted a particularly large piece of cooked tail at her. “Just the way you like it!”

The tail piece tickled Kobayashi’s lips, she tried her best not to salivate. “Tohru, I said not to bring me any more food.” Kobayashi said. For all the other, radical changes she had undergone, Kobayashi’s tone and sarcastic manner of speech had changed little.

“Nuh-uh! I hang on your every word and you only said ‘food’.” Tohru responded, inching the nice smelling piece of meat further towards Kobayashi. It pressed against a cheek, leaving a stain of grease. Not an unusual sight on the immobile office worker. Kobayashi was routinely covered head to toe in food stains as her maid pumped more and more food into her at faster speeds. Granted, she was always hosed off but that was a far more intricate and revealing process. “I think you are only telling yourself you don’t want it!”

Oh shit. Kobayashi’s eyes widened after a moment’s reflection. I didn’t tell her not to, did I? She had, for all the world, meant to try and call her loving maid off. Instead, she had unintentionally fanned the flames. Was it unintentional? The question had to be asked. Tohru had certainly been to blame for most of Kobayashi’s meteoric weight gain. . .but maybe not all of it. There were plenty of times that Kobayashi could have said no or walked away (back when she could still walk). But she hadn’t. She had let herself eat and grow up to the monumental, floor shattering proportions that she found herself at now. She tried to talk herself back.

“If you don’t want it, how come I can do this?” Tohru said, grinning almost evilly. She set the roast down on Kobayashi’s chin pile and pulled a piece off. She lazily drifted the piece over the immobile woman’s face, hovering it just slightly out of reach. Kobayashi tried to resist but that resistance fled almost as quickly as it came. Soon her eyes were following the piece of meat, her flabby head rolling back in froth with it. She was afraid, if she waited any longer, she might even begin to drool. The room shuddered as Kobayashi made a desperate lunge upwards for the morsel of food. She came woefully short and felt her ass scoot the table back another foot or two as it lazily shifted back into place. Kobayashi’s face reddened immediately but that was easy to hide as Tohru had already started to stuff the tail-roast into her mouth. “Ah-ha! See, you can’t fool me. I know what’s best for my doughy Kobayashi.” Tohru gloated as she felt Kobayashi start to eat the roast.

  As she chomped and munched on the roast, held by Tohru and resting on her meaty chins, Kobayashi had a chance to think. God this is good, I don’t know how I resisted as long as I did. Her chins flapped and danced and her body jiggled as her mouth worked. Later, as the initial explosion of joy subsided, Kobayashi was able to think a little more rationally. I must really have wanted this. Maybe I did call for more food the whole time. As she ate more and more, with Tohru already preparing more for her beached whale sized master, Kobayashi couldn’t help but shake the feeling that she was reaching an epiphany. Should I just give in? I’m already so fat that I can’t use my arms to eat. Maybe Tohru does know best. These thoughts bounced around the immobile woman’s brain while her dragon maid served her more and more food, burying any conscious thoughts under an avalanche of food.