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It continues! This time it's Vanilla the Rabbit.
This time commissioned by
cartoonking1 as a gift for Jack-the-writer, no0w with a story by jack:
Vanilla the Rabbit yawned, waking up from a good night’s sleep. She’d been dreaming of food, just like usual, at least since she’d come to this village, this village of Amazons where women were adored and treasured.
And fat. Very fat.
Vanilla, once thin and svelte, was now, to put it bluntly, a fat blob. She’d only been in this village a few months, and had already fattened up quite considerably. She thought back to what had brought her here in the first place.
One day, Vanilla arrived home to find that Cream had gone missing, that she’d vanished without a trace. Naturally enough, she was worried, but there were none of her friends around to ask. Amy, Sally, Rouge, Blaze, the rest; they’d all left town. She went to see Bernadette, Sonic’s mother, only to find that she too had left. She was in a complete panic, but luckily, she ran across Sonic, who happened to know exactly where they were.
To say she was surprised when she first saw the girls was an understatement. Every single one of them was several hundred pounds heavier than when she’d last seen them, and all of them dressed as sumos. She nearly fainted.
But, it turned out, the village was where Cream had gone, looking for Amy. And while she wanted to stay there, Vanilla would have none of it. They were going home.
But that journey was interrupted before it even began by Eggman, who promptly kidnapped Cream. The other girls resolved to go after Eggman and get her back, and while Vanilla didn’t see how they could possibly stand up to Eggman’s robots in their current state, she didn’t have much of a choice.
Oh, how wrong she was. The girls knew how to use their weight, tackling and smashing robots left and right. They plowed through wave after wave, before they finally rescued Cream.
Vanilla’s train of thought was interrupted by a knock on her door. “Yes, come in, Cream.”
Cream walked in, yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Good morning, mother.” She hopped up into bed to cuddle with Vanilla, like she did every morning. “Mmm…” she said, reveling in the warmth and softness of Vanilla’s body.
Yes, she’d become a sumo in order to protect Cream, her darling child. After she was rescued, Vanilla decided to stay in the village after all, becoming a sumo so that she could fight like the other girls did, so she could protect Cream as best she could.
And she was certainly taking it seriously. Each of her breasts were now as big as her head, great jiggling masses that wobbled like they were made of jelly. She had a hard time making sure they stayed inside her top. Her upper arm fat had begun to droop and engulf her elbows, the fat hanging down like wings whenever she lifted her arms. Her hips had flared out so dramatically that she would have gotten stuck in any normal-sized door. Luckily for her, the doors in the village were made with her size in mind.
Her belly was a large ball of dough, dominating her mass and constantly pulling her forward. Even when it was supported by her mawashi, it still drooped halfway down her thighs. Without support, it hung much lower. However, counteracting the weight of her massive belly was her massive butt, a pair of cream-colored, jiggly beach balls that stuck out behind her, instantly cushioning any chair she sat in, making it feel as if she was sitting on the world’s plushest pillow. Her tiny, puffball tail was in danger of being lost in the vastness that was her butt.
Her legs were massive and riddled with cellulite, so massive that no matter how far she spread her legs, her thighs still touched. They squeaked and chafed when she walked, and engulfed anything she laid them on. It was funny then, that her massive legs terminated in her dainty little feet. Or at least she presumed they were still dainty; she hadn’t seen them in months.
Naturally her clothes had not survived the journey she’d taken; instead of a dress, these days Vanilla wore nothing more than a bikini top and a mawashi, a glorified diaper. Her top, which contained more fabric than her entire old dress, was a bright orange, with a ruffle attached to it, almost making it look like a frilly nightie. Emblazoned on her left breast was a carrot, appropriately enough, a sort of logo for her. Her mawashi, also orange, had almost nothing to it. The large band that went around her waist was slightly too small, fat bunching up and overflowing her mawashi above and beneath it. The underside of it, which went underneath her belly, had much the same problem. While her massive belly was held up by it, parts of said belly continued to droop around it, bulging and sagging.
Vanilla patted Cream on the head. “Alright, it’s time to get up, Cream.” Cream complied, letting go of her mother and getting out of the bed. However, it was a while before Vanilla could do the same. She had to work hard, huffing and puffing, just to get herself up into a sitting position, her butt splayed out behind her. Then came the job of actually standing up, putting her whole massive weight onto her legs. Vanilla put her hands on the mattress and pushed with all her might. She grunted under the strain, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Inch by inch, her body began to rise, before she was finally standing on her feet, panting and utterly worn out. She needed to rest, and just do nothing for a little while.
Then her belly rumbled, loud enough for Cream, who was by now in another room, to hear it as plainly as if she was right next to her. Vanilla giggled and patted her belly, causing undulating waves to go through the fat. “Alright, alright, you’ve made your point.” She licked her lips in anticipation. “Cream! What should we have for breakfast?”
This time commissioned by
cartoonking1 as a gift for Jack-the-writer, no0w with a story by jack: Vanilla the Rabbit yawned, waking up from a good night’s sleep. She’d been dreaming of food, just like usual, at least since she’d come to this village, this village of Amazons where women were adored and treasured.
And fat. Very fat.
Vanilla, once thin and svelte, was now, to put it bluntly, a fat blob. She’d only been in this village a few months, and had already fattened up quite considerably. She thought back to what had brought her here in the first place.
One day, Vanilla arrived home to find that Cream had gone missing, that she’d vanished without a trace. Naturally enough, she was worried, but there were none of her friends around to ask. Amy, Sally, Rouge, Blaze, the rest; they’d all left town. She went to see Bernadette, Sonic’s mother, only to find that she too had left. She was in a complete panic, but luckily, she ran across Sonic, who happened to know exactly where they were.
To say she was surprised when she first saw the girls was an understatement. Every single one of them was several hundred pounds heavier than when she’d last seen them, and all of them dressed as sumos. She nearly fainted.
But, it turned out, the village was where Cream had gone, looking for Amy. And while she wanted to stay there, Vanilla would have none of it. They were going home.
But that journey was interrupted before it even began by Eggman, who promptly kidnapped Cream. The other girls resolved to go after Eggman and get her back, and while Vanilla didn’t see how they could possibly stand up to Eggman’s robots in their current state, she didn’t have much of a choice.
Oh, how wrong she was. The girls knew how to use their weight, tackling and smashing robots left and right. They plowed through wave after wave, before they finally rescued Cream.
Vanilla’s train of thought was interrupted by a knock on her door. “Yes, come in, Cream.”
Cream walked in, yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Good morning, mother.” She hopped up into bed to cuddle with Vanilla, like she did every morning. “Mmm…” she said, reveling in the warmth and softness of Vanilla’s body.
Yes, she’d become a sumo in order to protect Cream, her darling child. After she was rescued, Vanilla decided to stay in the village after all, becoming a sumo so that she could fight like the other girls did, so she could protect Cream as best she could.
And she was certainly taking it seriously. Each of her breasts were now as big as her head, great jiggling masses that wobbled like they were made of jelly. She had a hard time making sure they stayed inside her top. Her upper arm fat had begun to droop and engulf her elbows, the fat hanging down like wings whenever she lifted her arms. Her hips had flared out so dramatically that she would have gotten stuck in any normal-sized door. Luckily for her, the doors in the village were made with her size in mind.
Her belly was a large ball of dough, dominating her mass and constantly pulling her forward. Even when it was supported by her mawashi, it still drooped halfway down her thighs. Without support, it hung much lower. However, counteracting the weight of her massive belly was her massive butt, a pair of cream-colored, jiggly beach balls that stuck out behind her, instantly cushioning any chair she sat in, making it feel as if she was sitting on the world’s plushest pillow. Her tiny, puffball tail was in danger of being lost in the vastness that was her butt.
Her legs were massive and riddled with cellulite, so massive that no matter how far she spread her legs, her thighs still touched. They squeaked and chafed when she walked, and engulfed anything she laid them on. It was funny then, that her massive legs terminated in her dainty little feet. Or at least she presumed they were still dainty; she hadn’t seen them in months.
Naturally her clothes had not survived the journey she’d taken; instead of a dress, these days Vanilla wore nothing more than a bikini top and a mawashi, a glorified diaper. Her top, which contained more fabric than her entire old dress, was a bright orange, with a ruffle attached to it, almost making it look like a frilly nightie. Emblazoned on her left breast was a carrot, appropriately enough, a sort of logo for her. Her mawashi, also orange, had almost nothing to it. The large band that went around her waist was slightly too small, fat bunching up and overflowing her mawashi above and beneath it. The underside of it, which went underneath her belly, had much the same problem. While her massive belly was held up by it, parts of said belly continued to droop around it, bulging and sagging.
Vanilla patted Cream on the head. “Alright, it’s time to get up, Cream.” Cream complied, letting go of her mother and getting out of the bed. However, it was a while before Vanilla could do the same. She had to work hard, huffing and puffing, just to get herself up into a sitting position, her butt splayed out behind her. Then came the job of actually standing up, putting her whole massive weight onto her legs. Vanilla put her hands on the mattress and pushed with all her might. She grunted under the strain, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Inch by inch, her body began to rise, before she was finally standing on her feet, panting and utterly worn out. She needed to rest, and just do nothing for a little while.
Then her belly rumbled, loud enough for Cream, who was by now in another room, to hear it as plainly as if she was right next to her. Vanilla giggled and patted her belly, causing undulating waves to go through the fat. “Alright, alright, you’ve made your point.” She licked her lips in anticipation. “Cream! What should we have for breakfast?”
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 714 x 1000px
File Size 111 kB
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