Pearl grumbled an audible groan of her stomach, once ten times less than her current size, and cured it with a few spoonfuls of ice cream, and Amethyst followed suit with herself indulging in a few slices from leftover pizza. The humongously stuffed, bloated, and fattened Gems leaned backwards, marvelling in the size of their body and the hedonistic acts that lead them to this conclusion. It had seemed not a while ago did Pearl discover the wonders of eating, reversing her once non-consenting vileness against the whole activity. Rose had always said to try new things - and try new things Pearl did. Acquiring new mass was something neither Pearl nor Amethyst had done, but with their naturally inquisitive selves, one thing led to another.

It had all began on a sizzling summer day where Amethyst’s naturally contagious behavior finally encroached itself upon the pristine and perfect Pearl. Once a thin stick, she had finally understood the experience of eating when Amethyst took her on a trip through Beach City. As a maniacal trick, she stuffed a donut into Pearl’s unknowingly agape mouth - the best option was to only swallow it, with the benefit of a shapeshifted digestive system. Realizing the addictive nature, Pearl shifted to a more lenient state on food - she was no longer synonymous with the dissent of eating.

Steven was unknowing to the subtle act of consuming the two did - late at night, straying from Garnet’s perspective, did they consume to their gem’s delight - they raided the fridge, hit the town, and filled their bellies full. Pearl swore she’d only try eating for one day, but the promise’s end date grew exponentially. Not having a constant upkeep of their clothing, Pearl did not acknowledge the tightening of her waistband, nor did Amethyst bother to pull down her shirt when her stomach was hanging just a tad too far. A pale white belly emerged with a snap of Pearl’s wristband - housed on a no longer sickly set of thighs, it allotted all the space it would need. Breasts finally began to appear on her previously brittle chest, of which Amethyst was rather lewd with - she pushed them upwards playfully when observing their burgeoning presence.

Amethyst did catch up, of course - her short, yet portly body did fatten up well. Later did Amethyst finally need to expand her clothing - her buttocks pushed her pants outwards, and the addition of a hanging belly did not fix the problem. Once Pearl and Amethyst both acknowledged their growing bodies at a later date, they kept their stuffing sessions housed in Amethyst’s room, the epitome of disorganization and unkemptness. A lewd thought emerged into Amethyst’s mind - she always did rely on more human emotions.

“Hey, P,” she said, rubbing her belly after ingested a few slices of pizza and two liters of soda, to match. “These clothes are becoming really annoying to wear. When we’re doing this, how about we...take ‘em off?”

Pearl was not as strict on her opinion as she once was - she finally caved in towards Amethyst’s lax and carefree nature. “I...don’t see why not.” Pearl raised her arms in the air, now with some additional pudge to them - a new chin to her face, as well - and so did the clothes vanish, revealing those pudgified breasts and a bountiful belly to keep them rested. Her belly overshot her private areas - not that she needed them, but to a rather perverted and degenerative human would this be considered arousing. Her thighs, touching one another, contacted her plushened belly, it spilling almost to her knees.

Amethyst followed suit with Pearl - a dazzling purple gleam later, and Amethyst’s naked body was revealed - which made Pearl blush a blue hue. She did well to adapt some human features - nipples upon her breasts, a belly button, and even a private part. Pearl looked away, a diminishing section of tidiness and craving for order making the decision. Amethyst giggled, also being a spectator to the game of fattening Pearl - her progress on her made the purple Gem delighted. Just a time ago, did Pearl hate eating with a disgust. Now, she was a growing Gem, inclining to hedonism and lack of cleanliness. Never did the Gems get too slobby - this was perhaps their only restriction on themselves.

Steven was concerned, but he, Connie, Garnet, and his father will still a pleasant crowd to hang out with. Garnet would forcefully ignore the two pigging Gems - in hope that they would somehow change their ways and restore themselves to prime fighting condition. As a punishment, Garnet dragged the fattened Gems to a mission - and, as a joke, did she toss one of them like a cannonball to an enemy. The victim was Amethyst - held by her fattened, yet curvaceous bottom, she was tossed upwards in the air - and Pearl, waving her fattened arms about, distracted the monster enough just so Garnet’s plan would work.

“Good work, team,” Garnet sarcastically said, bubbling the gem upon the ground. She was surprised it didn’t crack. Steven looked uneasy, staring at the two fattened Gems, worrying for their condition. But Pearl and Amethyst didn’t care - they laughed at each other, even bringing up how their fattened state might be an asset in combat. “Plus, they won’t be able to pierce through our bodies as easily,” Pearl brought up.

And then, they returned home, doing more of the same gluttony and growing as they typically did. If they were humans, by now they would be morbidly obese - once they were skinny, trim, but that seemed just like a fading dream. Their aspirations were set in continuing their progress - if they were humans, doctors would have to make up new names for their size. Pearl sheepishly laughed, and then it turned into a more casual chuckle - the last ounce of her past, controlled and restrained personality slipping away.

Amethyst joined in the cacophony of laughter, it echoing throughout Amethyst’s room. Garnet stared into the open door they had left open, looking at the two and their degeneracy. “They’ll...figure something out,” Garnet comforted Steven. Once finished their audible giggling, did they return to the act of gluttony - they were lucky that Greg was so loaded. Steven acted as the deliverer of their ordered meals, looking displeased as he saw their decline.

Pearl wanted to stand up and thank Steven for his repeated act, but was weighed down by her flesh. Testing out if she really had grown that big, she heaved herself upwards, panting, before she let herself down onto a slope, her flab touching the water that swam through the room. She stroked her chin, or, three chins, rather, of the current predicament. She was going to become immobile, very soon, unless she resorted to shapeshifting. Even with this problem, Pearl shrugged - and Amethyst, shrugged, as well. Within the next week did they find that unless Steven or Garnet helped them up, it was impossible to move. Amethyst had a field day with this - she celebrated by continuing to engorge her heavily distended figure. She put her stubby arms to her belly - barely reaching past her breasts, and gave it a pat.

“I remember when I could touch my toes,” Amethyst brought up, before shapeshifting her arms to be longer than they already were to try and attempt this feat - but her feet were unavailable at the time, hidden underneath a section of her flab. Her belly button that she shapeshifted long ago was a deeply concave orifice - it was enough to probably stick a few french fries up there. She was grateful for her status as a Gem - achieving this weight as a human would be even harder. Or, less easy, that is. It was very easy to grow this big, something that Amethyst would like, considering her lack of motivation. The problem only strengthened with her investment of adipose.

Pearl was in total bliss - finding new respite in the hobby of eating. As she tried to adjust herself into a more comfortable position, she was made aware of its intense difficulty. To solve this situation, Pearl had a perfect plan - something that would be very fun to do, too.

“Want to fuse, Amethyst?” Pearl so humbly offered. It wasn’t humble, in actuality - she really, REALLY wanted to try it. So long ago did she hear Steven sing about her being a giant woman - well, she really was a giant woman, now, and she didn’t even need fusion. If she fused with Amethyst, what would she become, then? Perhaps Steven’s innocence in the realm of Gems would finally be rekindled if she had done it.

Pearl and Amethyst both shuffled to each other, which took some time considering their supremely thickened figures. Once “close” enough to each other, the two attempted some kind of freeform dance - which was a slow form of swiveling their arms side to side. Once they had locked hands, their forms had turned to light, and began to mesh into Opal.

Opal awoke, and immediately glanced at her size - she was even fatter than either Amethyst and Pearl. Briefly standing, it was still an impossibility. Pearl and Amethyst, at the end of the day, were still the sum of their parts - and an immensely bloated fusion covered the area liberally. Her butt, a synchronization of the butt that was hidden underneath both of their flab, and still was, was a hugely fattened version of what it once was - now, it only possessed a hint of accentuation, but it made up for it in sheer flab. Both cheeks were expanded outwards, and Opal attempted to grab at it, but was just unable to.

Her breasts were two flesh mounds - they resembled Steven’s back when he was fatter, yet, they were just so much...more. They stuck out, and Opal could grab them, contradictory to her ass - she jiggled them about, surprised to see they still possessed that jiggle. Protruding wildly below was a belly, no, a monster - a gargantuan one that craved food, all the time, and everyday. It spilled into four distinct subsections, and went into Opal’s calve territory, now. Two love handles, magnificent as ever, came along with the belly, and a whole streak of flab came upwards from there, all equally distributed - but the main attraction was certainly the belly in the midst of it all.

“Ah, ah,” Opal spoke, in a calmed voice. “I’ve grown so nicely…” Distracted for a moment, the singular blob split into two, and the pair of wildly excited Gems stared at each other, both with a concerned, yet hopeful tone.

“Are...we ever going to stop growing, P?” Amethyst asked.

“Why shouldn’t we?”