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- After defeating a rogue blood bender, recovering from Zaheer’s brutality, and destroying a
- giant robot, Avatar Korra and CEO Asami of Future Industries deserved a break. Touring the Spirit World
- was only at the start: the two of them also went on an idyllic retreat into the furthest reaches of the
- Earth Kingdom, paddled canoes in both Water Nations, and sampled the cuisine of the hottest Fire
- Nation chefs. In fact, by the end of the trip, they’d sampled food from every one of the elemental
- nations, enjoyed fine wines distilled from Spirit Vine essence, and attended every one of the Wang Fire’s
- Memorial Cook-Off Contests. Asami had always been a fan of fine cuisine, and Korra didn’t mind the
- view when her girlfriend leaned over an all-you-can-eat buffet with her ample bosom hanging almost
- completely out of a black evening gown.
- By the end of the trip, Korra had acquired delicious recipes from both worlds, won dozens of
- underground prize-fights, and mastered so many exotic sexual techniques that Asami had difficulty
- walking for weeks. The only thing Asami got from the trip was several hundred thousand calories, all of
- which went straight to her waist.
- “Korra. Be honest with me,” grumbled the tech mogul, standing in front of a gilded full-length
- mirror in her late father’s mansion. “Am I getting fat?”
- Korra looked up from her magazine on Earth Kingdom bodybuilding, eyeing the thick roll of
- flesh around Asami’s waist. It sagged over the waistband of her lace panties and flopped into a small
- shelf just above her loins. Her round rump-cheeks looked just a little bit chubbier than usual
- and Korra could see a tiny blot of sauce just above her breasts from the morning’s extravagant
- breakfast. It brought a smile to Korra’s face to see her once-perfect and svelte Asami “filling out” a little.
- “Hm. I wouldn’t say ‘fat.’ I would say…” Korra sashayed up behind Asami in her pajamas, and
- squeezed the soft roll of fat hanging off Asami’s waist, digging her strong brown fingers into the warm
- drooping adipose. “Fulsome.” She ran her hands up and down the chubby length of Asami’s torso,
- feeling how her girlfriend’s bra strap dug into her plumper sides. “It’s nice not to feel your ribs for a
- change, you Skinnie Minnie. It’s a little… Sensual, actually.”
- Asami blushed, prying Korra’s hands off—but not quickly. “Okay, pervert, that’s enough. I’ve
- got to go to work and you’ve got to do your Avatar thing. Vacation’s over.”
- After watching Asami squeeze into her tight business wear, her ass filling out her skirt like twin
- melons being shoved into a sack, Korra licked her lips watching Asami sashay out the door. “I don’t know
- about that…”
- HAMMY ANNOUNCER: Previously, on Legend of Korra! The two lovebirds are home at last, but Korra’s
- dark desires could change their relationship forever! Also, a Bolin cameo!
- “You’re going to what?” Bolin nearly choked on his noodles. “Korra! Asami is like, really
- insecure about her figure! And you’re going to fatten her u—“
- Korra clamped a hand over his mouth. “Shush! It’s not that bad. I’d just like her a couple extra
- pounds heavier, that’s all.” She sighed. “Look Bolin, to tell you the truth, sex with Asami is a little…
- Boring. She’s been so sheltered all her life, that she just lays there, expecting me to do everything. Is it
- so bad I want just a little more to grab onto?”
- "Well, it IS highly amoral to overfeed your girlfriend. But as your best friend, I am legally
- obliged to help you. Right, Pabu?" Pabu shook his head before jumping into the bowl of noodles. "See,
- this is why you can't trust legal advice from fire ferrets. But seriously, I'd pretty much do anything for the
- juicy details on your love life. In a completely platonic way of course. Say, do you guys…" He made a
- frantic "scissoring" motion with his fingers.
- Korra rolled her eyes, nodding.
- “HA! Yes! I knew it!!”
- “Yeah, yeah, bisexuals do it too. Now that you have your mental images, will you help me?”
- Bolin shrugged. “Sure! Abusing food is my middle name. So, you want a nice fluffy air-bison of a girl to
- cuddle up to at night. How big we talking, here?”
- Korra jammed another pork bun in her mouth, grinning around the hot meat and dough. “Aff big aff
- poffible…Urp!”
- The next day, Korra snuck up on Asami while she was in her study, toiling away at Future
- Industries accounting ledgers. Cora had discovered sneaking up on her lover wasn’t as easy as
- it used to be — she had not acquired Asami’s huge spare tire, but her thighs rubbed together
- and her rear had a lot more heft to it than it used to. Mako would have called it “love poundage”
- and turned up his nose, but Korra didn’t mind a little extra booty to “accidentally” bump into
- every time she climbed out of bed. Water Tribes were known for their soft arctic women, after
- all, and if there was one thing both tribes agreed on, it was that bigger equaled better.
- Reaching around Asami’s leather armchair, Korra dug her fingers into her lover’s soft sides.
- “Boo,” she whispered in the girl’s ear and grinned as Asami twisted around to give an ambush of
- her own with a wet kiss. She tasted of chocolate and scotch.
- “No hanky-panky for you,” Asami said as she put down her pen. “I’m trying to run a company
- here, you know.” Her plush smoking jacket only partially concealed the enormous bulge of her
- waist, and Cora saw blotches on the ends of her lips where her favorite chocolate liquers had
- stained Asami’s skin. The woman practically never stopped snacking nowadays, a stress
- symptom that Korra didn’t mind in the slightest.
- “Trying to run it into the ground, more like,” Korra teased, squeezing the warm sag of Asami’s
- potbelly as she looked over the records. “More mechs? Aren’t people tired of those, after what
- happened to Republic City?”
- “It’s what my company does best. I’m just trying to stay above the profit line, here.” The
- exhaustion in Asami’s voice stole Korra’s teasing smirk away and the curvy Avatar decided to
- put Bolin’s plan in motion right away. After all, the one thing that seemed to give Asami
- consistent pleasure was food…
- “Why not try something different?” She pulled out a sheet of financial records. “A little bird got
- these for me—and by a little bird, I mean Detective Mako. They’re the results of Cabbage
- Corp’s new line of instant Quick-Food.”
- “Quick-Food? But that stuff is junk. It has no redeeming nutritional values, and the rumors of
- customer addiction are—” Asami’s eyes widened as she stared at Cabbage Corp’s net gains
- from the cheap frozen treats. “He made this much? On frozen dinners?”
- “And that’s just from Firebending customers, who can instantly thaw out the food and eat it on
- the go.” Korra ran a finger down the sales charts, her other hand sliding up to rest “casually” on
- Asami’s chest. “Think of what you could do if you repurposed your electric gauntlets as cooking
- devices for non-benders!”
- “The marketing potential alone is… Staggering!” Leaping up with a jiggle and a stifled burp as
- her insides shifted, Asami clasped Korra in a bear-hug. “Korra, thank you! You’re a genius! This
- could completely revitalize Future Industries!”
- Korra chuckled as she glimpsed the swell of Asami’s soft rear over her girlfriend’s shoulders.
- “No problem. I just want to help your assets keep…growing.”
- HAMMY ANNOUNCER: Previously, on Legend of Korra! Korra’s advice from Bolin to push Asami into
- instant cuisine has worked! Profits are booming, and after a while, so are the genius inventor’s
- buttocks!! But is Korra, a master Earthbender, ready for the more “earthy” aspects of Asami’s
- changes?…
- “Mmf! I don’t know how I ever hated Quick-Food, this new line of instant sausages is great!” Asami
- walked along a conveyer belt in one of her father’s factories, scooping up samples as she went and
- gobbling them down. Like a kid in a candy shop, Asami was eager to taste her employees’ new
- creations—again, and again, and again. She zapped one of the frozen sausages with her gauntlet, biting
- into it with a spurt of grease. “GULP slurp CHOMP. Hmm, this one needs to be more savory. Get on it!”
- “Yes, ma’am!” The foreman marched off to berate the cooks who were icebending the meat. Korra
- followed behind her lover, licking her lips—but not at the food. Asami’s rear had ballooned into a fleshy
- pendulum that filled out her red business skirt like a parade float, and the leathery slapping sound of her
- softened stomach bouncing on her thighs was music to the Avatar’s ears. In her head-first dive into the
- fast food trade, Asami had been letting herself go more and more, elaborate “taste testing” board
- meetings usually dissolving into debauched feasts where the Future Industries CEO would eat every
- single sample offered to her by the many food experts she’d hired. Every time Asami expressed worry
- over splitting seams or bursting buttons, Korra had been there to assuage her ego and tell her she
- looked more gorgeous than ever. Appealing to Asami’s vanity was a bit underhanded, but totally worth
- it—the Avatar now had more booty to plunder than the Blind Bandit had at the height of her career.
- The raven-haired business queen belched around a mouthful of instantly-cooked meat pie, licking her
- plump fingers as she turned to Korra. “What do you think, sweetie? Should we start branching out into
- vegetables yet? I feel kind of URP bad, peddling this stuff to BRELLP customers… Excuse me.”
- Korra shrugged, feeling her chest quiver as her shoulders moved. She hadn’t escaped the calorie storm
- the two now lived their lives in, and her breasts and rear had doubled in size, sweat pooling in her
- underarms at the slightest exercise. Of course, her pounds were nothing compared to Asami’s new
- girth… and new odors. Deodorant shipments to the Future Industries mansion had quadrupled since
- Korra had set her girlfriend on a crash course with cheap addicting meat products. “I think we’re just
- giving the people what they want. The low prices are also good for the city’s poor!”
- “I guess…” Asami swallowed another greasy burp and hefted her middle, staring down at her slowly
- shredding double-triple-plus-size business coat, the brass buttons hanging on by literal threads. “I just
- don’t know if it’s good for them to be eating it. Or for me!” The burp finally snuck its way out, and Korra
- smelled salami mixed with pancakes, cheese and instant macaroni as a rumbling eructation soared out
- of her tubby girlfriend. “Whew! Excuse me!” Asami said again, flushing a little as she let her porky
- stomach slap back onto her thighs.
- “You’re excused—” Korra was about to start flirting with her tank of a lover right there on the factory
- floor, but one of the worker’s electric gauntlets malfunctioned and flung a bolt of lightning at the two.
- “Asami! Get down!”
- “Huh?” Her reflexes slowed by the hundred-plus pounds she’d packed on in a few short weeks, Asami
- was too swollen to get out of the way in time—fortunately, she’d made the excellent decision to get fat
- and date the Avatar at the same time. Korra tackled her porcine beloved, pulling her out of the way of
- the bolt and pressing her to the cold metal floors. Laying on top of Asami was like straddling a warm,
- panting, sweaty waterbed and Korra struggled to avoid getting aroused in front of the whole
- manufacturing floor as she helped her lover up.
- “Be careful with that stuff!” she hollered at the worker, recognizing him as one of her old pro-bending
- opponents. “Man, you’re clumsy even off the court, huh?” This got a couple laughs from the staff, and
- seeing Asami unharmed, the company’s production continued—a little more carefully this time. “Hey
- honey, you okay?” Korra asked, worried that a hair on her bulging flower’s head might have been
- damaged.
- “I’m fine! Hair’s out of place, but I…I…” Asami blanched as several hours of gorging on carb-heavy
- burritos, frozen hot dogs, and carbonated beverages made its way southward, jostled by Korra’s pump
- body slamming into her. “Oh. Korra, sweetie, you may want to… Step… Back…”
- “What—” Korra got her answer as a fart the size of a lion-turtle’s roar blasted out of Asami, lifting the
- overfed woman’s skirts and fluttering her disheveled hair. It smelled like the back end of a garbage
- hauling blimp and raised every hair on the back of Korra’s neck.
- And yet… She was strangely proud of that sound. It proved everything she’d done was working—Asami
- really was BIG, in industry as well as circumference! As the whole factory stopped again to stare at their
- boss, Korra slapped a conveyer belt, her metalbending leaving a frightening dent in it. “What are you all
- looking at? Get back to work!”
- Asami had grown so red-cheeked her face resembled a giant, chubby tomato. She hurried for the door,
- brushing off Korra’s hand when the Avatar went to console her. “Don’t! I’m gross. I’m huge. I should
- never have started eating this junk.”
- Korra hoped no investors were listening. “Hey. Just because you have a little gas doesn’t mean you’re
- disgusting. You’re a human being—gas happens.” Not to mention, the way Asami’s ass rippled when she
- cut cheese got Korra wet as a turtleduck, but there was no reason to bring that up. “The company
- expects you to be strong, right? Don’t run off now! Not when we’re so close to beating out the
- competition!” The old competitive gleam lit in Korra’s eyes as she pictured herself and Asami crushing
- the opposition, leading the charge into new markets and new demographics. Spiritual master or not,
- Korra loved winning, almost as much as she loved the way Asami’s new butt destroyed chairs.
- Asami sniffled, half from distress and half from the sting the vapors of her rump had left in her eyes. She
- hugged Korra, her soft torso nearly swallowing the smaller girl. “Heh. You sound like Varrick! But…
- thanks. I had no idea you were so invested in me, Korra. In my business. It… It means a lot to me.”
- Korra pulled her into a hug, her entire body sinking into the plush musky mass that was Asami. Her
- girlfriend’s body odor was growing stronger with every pound, but Korra found it primitively appealing,
- somehow. She nuzzled into Asami’s long hair, which had grown greasy from her constant gobbling and
- had more than a few crumbs in it. “Don’t worry. I’m here for good. I want to see all of this get much,
- much bigger.”
- She kissed the clammy ring of fat gathered around Asami’s neck, and the overweight girl giggled,
- assuming she was talking about the company. “Remind me to show you later… I started managing a line
- of plus-sized lingerie,” she whispered to Korra. “But the product will need extensive testing…”
- Korra bit her lip, digging her fingers into Asami’s enormous sides until her porcine girlfriend squeaked
- and swatted at her playfully. “I’d love that.”
- HAMMY ANNOUNCER: Previously, on Legend of Korra! Korra’s zeppelin of a lover is out of control! The
- seduction of Quick-Food is too powerful, and she’s turning into a hock of ham that would make a pig
- spirit jealous! Can Korra slow the freight train of flatulence before it’s too… Ah, screw it, you all know
- how this is going to end. I’m going on break. Stay tuned for a message from our sponsor, FIREBURGER!
- After that evening, Asami was no longer concerned about being unattractive to Korra; the Avatar was
- more lustful than ever, devouring every inch of Asami’s blubbery body with her tongue. Freed from the
- fear of alienating her lover, Asami dove headfirst into the lifestyle of a wealthy fast food queen. And
- there was plenty of wealth to be had: Quick-Food was a sensation when coupled with Asami’s
- microwaving gadgets, to the point that the President had to institute new laws to keep people from
- gorging on the stuff wherever they went. “If the people can’t have self-control, then Republic City will
- become a pigsty, and I won’t have that!” he trumpeted over the radio, which blared into a newly
- finished Fireburger Restaurant that Asami had commissioned. Korra bent a little water into the radio,
- which sputtered and expired as the triumphant Asami reached for her fifth Fireburger.
- Alone in the restaurant before opening day, the two of them had been forced to earth-bend a barrier to
- keep eager customers out, but the eager clamor outside still continued. Worried about the production
- line in the back of the restaurant, Asami had insisted on staying after the workers had left and
- personally trying out every flash-frozen product, which Korra dutifully thawed and shoveled onto a tray
- for her woman to devour. Although she couldn’t help but get a little worried, the phrase “too much of a
- good thing” dancing in her mind.
- Asami was huge. Not chubby, not fat, but truly huge after months of bingeing on her own food line, her
- classy dresses and leather pilot gear destroyed by her exponentially expanding waistline. Self-control
- abandoned, she now passed gas freely in front of Korra, gobbling down deep-fried potato chunks and
- spicy Fireburgers with an almost mechanical speed. Right now she hunched over the nearest table, her
- silk-gloved fingers shoveling food into her mouth as fast as she could.
- Lipstick smeared, eyeliner running and skin pastier than an Earth Kingdom miner’s, Asami was a mess.
- More than a mess: she was a disgrace, her enormous stomach flapping down past her knees and her
- upper arms transformed into hanging bingo-wings of flesh. The only thing in her wardrobe that still fit
- her, a huge black dress that was more like a silk tarp than anything else, hung from the musky rolls of
- her bloated shape like a shroud. Sweat rolled from under her arms and from between her slabs of meaty
- flank, staining the dress and adhering it to her gargantuan body. Wheezing around a mouthful of
- masticated burger, Asami belched and waved happily at Korra.
- “Thanks, uuuUUURPhh honey! Looks like the…” She squinted and released a beef-and-chili-scented fart
- that filled the front of the restaurant with fumes. “Oof! ‘Scuze me. Looks like the buh-RELCH, the spice
- burgers are okay. But we’d better –chomp- test them one more time, just—HICCUP—just to be sure!”
- She wiped her mouth with a cloth napkin in a gesture meant to seem dainty, but that came across as
- more of a sloppy, half-assed attempt at maintaining her hygiene, which had long since disappeared in
- clouds of gas.
- “Are you sure?” Korra was having second thoughts about all of this. She was hornier than she’d ever
- been in her life, her Water Tribe genes telling her the woman in front of her was the most prosperous,
- sexy pile of meat she’d ever seen. But at over five hundred pounds, Asami was still a pile of meat, and
- Korra felt guilty as she served up another five burgers, a paper hat balanced on top of her chin-length
- hair. The stained apron she wore was coated in mess from the dozens of meals Asami had absorbed
- seemingly by osmosis.
- “YES! I mean… Yes, please.” The smelly, overweight pig of a businesswoman batted her eyelashes at
- Korra, a gesture that could have been sexy if a long, high pitched fart hadn’t been leaking from her ass.
- “I’ll make it BRULLCH worth your while, I promise. ErrrUUUP.” She covered her mouth a little too late as
- chunks of beef flew from between her teeth, spraying the table as they were propelled by her gaseous
- explosions. “I’ll do that HURP thing with my stomach, the one you like… You perv,” she teased, lifting
- one hulking shelf of ass-cheek as the whining fart built into a full-fledged PFAROOOMPTF of stench.
- Korra blushed, her chubby thighs clenching. Even as an accomplice, she hadn’t been able to avoid a few
- dozen pounds herself, but she didn’t care just as long as the gorgeous balloon in front of her kept eating.
- “Y-yes, ma’am. Five more burgers, coming up!”
- HAMMY ANNOUNCER: Previously, on Legend Of—Whoops, wrong program. Today on Republic City
- News! The owner of Future Industries has thrown a gala for charity using the proceeds from her insanely
- successful restaurant line! Let’s just hope nothing happens to taint the evening, or Asami and her
- investors could have a “farting” of the ways… Get it? Heh? See, this is why I failed as a comedian and
- went into radio! Everyone’s a critic!
- The fancy ballroom was packed with high society: diplomats, art traders, high-ranking Republic City
- officials and, of course, Quick-Food fans. Korra swallowed nervously as she closed her hand around the
- handle of the heavily modified Satomobile (in truth, just a frozen foods delivery truck with gilded
- hubcaps) that her girlfriend currently was filling with intestinal gas. She was pretty sure the driver had
- passed out moments after pulling up to the red carpet.
- “You can do this…” Korra’s dinner, a heavy bevy of Quick-Food products she’d scarfed before leaving the
- mansion with Asami, churned greasily in her loaded guts. Nerves and stress had taken a toll on her
- physical health, not just her spiritual well-being: she now looked like a darker, miniature version of
- Asami, her breasts sagging with fat to either side of a well-padded pot belly, sweat stains running down
- the sides of the elegant blue evening gown she wore and her ass threatening to burst free from the
- fabric in a riotous display of jiggling brown cheeks, both still shining from the spanking adventures of the
- previous evening. Asami might be immense, but she was still a genius, and the “auto-spanker” was
- Korra’s favorite invention yet.
- The debauched glories of last night were just a memory, though. Right now, she was panicking, gas
- spurting from her overfed rear in tiny squirts of warm air. “Just… Keep smiling,” she told herself. Taking
- a breath, she opened the door to the automobile.
- Asami didn’t so much get out as pour herself out, her entire body wobbling and heaving like some vast
- mountain of jelly pressed into a thrice-burst-and-repaired flapper “pencil skirt” which was now more of
- a “battleship turret skirt.” Red sequins and ribbons had glimmered on the production line but were now
- entirely soaked with the grease and sweat that continually poured off Asami’s body. Small belches and
- farts were the orchestral accompaniment to the girl’s emergence as almost a thousand pounds of
- woman oozed out of the reinforced Satomobile and flopped gasping onto the carpet, which immediately
- grew damp with her perspiration.
- Korra’s carnal delights had come with a price. She’d fed Asami burger after burger, burrito after burrito
- and poured hundreds—maybe thousands—of milkshakes, beers and wines down her throat only to
- realize too late that she was the fiancé of a powerful CEO and that maybe this wasn’t the best thing for
- their health, OR for public relations. Asami, unfortunately, didn’t seem to care in the least how titanic
- and smelly she was, so long as she could continue stuffing her face and getting naughty with her plump
- but still athletic Avatar. Korra swallowed nervously as the pyramid of fat that was her lover burped and
- panted. “What’s wrong? Come on, we have to get in there?”
- “KorraaaUUURRP. I… I can’t bRUHORpp walk,” whimpered Asami, pawing at her unending rolls as she
- tried to force one massive thigh past the other. Both were hidden by the waterfall that was her
- stomach, and Korra heard the skirts shredding as Asami grew bigger literally before her eyes. “I ate too
- HORK much. FRRRURP.” Tears glimmered in her eyes above jowls so long and dangling they looked like
- forty-ounce steaks in makeup.
- “What?!” Korra’s own gas ramped up as she realized the disaster ahead of them. Until now they’d
- skated by, insisting Asami’s size was a measure of her place in society and that Quick-Food was “good
- for the soul.” If Asami couldn’t move, not even Varrick (now a prominent business partner) would be
- able to spin them a good cover story. “But…I walked you into the car myself! How is that—urp!
- Possible?” Her ass clapped a little, as a terrified PFOONT rocketed out of her dimpled rump.
- “I might have, uhHORRRP, eaten a little bit in the c-URRKKLLRP. In the car…” Asami blushed, or perhaps
- it was her terrible blood pressure going to her cheeks, Korra wasn’t sure.
- “How much?” Korra’s voice was filled with dread as she watched Asami struggle for breath.
- Asami blinked, calculating. “F-forty Fireburgers…maybe a couple dozen p-pounds of GLURRRP fries. And
- lots of those delicious little potato skin things, with the cheese, wrapped in HURP in BLORRP wrapped in
- guh-HURRRPPPH b-b-bacon…” She was so gassy she could barely speak; Korra saw the crumbs, sauce
- and cheese of her gorging stuck to her flabby lips. “And a couple gallons of the new HIC-urrrp
- carbonated sugar water.” She drooled a little out of the mouth. “It was sooo good, Korra. W-we made a
- gooHORRRPppp good business decision on HICCUP, on that one.”
- “Oh my spirits. You really can’t move?” Asami shook her head, miserable, her many chins wagging in a
- reaction chain of swaying fat. “Alright. Don’t um, don’t URP overexert yourself. We can fix this.”
- Lifting her pudgy arms, Korra mashed her heel on the ground, her chest slapping and jiggling. “I’m going
- to Earthbend under your feet. To make it look like you’re walking. Thank Raava the floor in there is
- slate!” She ground her heel into the floor. “Did I get your feet?” she said, pushing a column of earth up
- somewhere under Asami’s fat.
- The immobile woman’s eyes went wide, and she bit her lip. “N-not quite, but if you HGLURRP k-keep
- that up, I’d prefer to stay gluRRRpp right here!”
- Korra rolled her eyes. “Focus!” She managed to create a rolling column of earth under Asami. “Now for
- those uh, parts of you sweating a lot. So, all of you.” She crooked a finger, Airbending so that a soft
- breeze ran under Asami’s fat flaps continually, easing her overheated frame. “Okay. We might get
- through tonight without the company URRRP crashing. Ready to go?”
- Asami sniffled, humiliated but unable to stop leaking gas from both ends. “C-can I maybe,
- BURRRRORPhhh, have a snack?”
- Korra looked her fiancé up and down, her loins roaring with desire as she saw the very earth crack under
- Asami despite the elemental precautions. “Okay,” she said, pulling out a chocolate bar from between
- her breasts, where she’d been hiding it for the evening. “But just one. I think–” Her hair was blown back
- as a shockwave of a fart boomed out of the delighted Asami. “I think your, urp, assets have grown
- enough for one year.
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