Another comm by the same person who wishes to stay anonymous. A couple friends of mine helped me through making this, though I'm gonna be honest, this is my first time actually going through making such an exploration of a blob rather than finishing off by such.

Hope you like it!

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…. Did that door just close? Was that backpack on the floor always there? Did… did her friend really just…

Leave her?

She gulped and gulped; mind left to nothing more than making sure she could breathe between each hosed down slurp her tongue could possibly process. Her gums are sore, the back walls of her throat having still not gotten used to the newly settled lines of chocolate filling making itself abundant and clear on what felt like an infinite hydrational stream of pure sugar, yet it did not spark her to move; nor could she, every appendage attached to her flaccid body rendered useless under and over a bed of overbearing flab. It shoots in every angle, omnidirectional in its movement, unwavering, stopping for nothing short than a wall or floor or roof that she was sure crumbled, much like the one above her head- Had she not had the cushioning of her asscheeks or the proper lift of this frontal lardy assault slipping further and further away, her somehow gathering close enough to smoosh her head in along with the burdening tissue on her chest, she'd likely would've joined the rest of this damnable environment she was forced into.

All because she wished to get some grub with a friend… a friend. She tried to chuckle, but all she could muster was a gurgle. Friend her two bottommost asscheeks. Her friend could barely muster a word within her fattening cheeks to say anything, to say something, to be better than the gut she sported and lifted around. Rather than assist her, keep her mentally in check, keep the mind within, the mind safe, she opted to figure things out on her OWN. Teeko… Oooh, Dinah should've known, Dinah should've figured. Militarant figure, cold blooded monster's with blood tainted only by the height of their ranking- She should've figured from that attitude of hers from the beginning she switched to simply surviving-

Rather than thriving. Idiot, dumbass, primate. Coherently lesser in every margin that wasn't tactics or strategy. That tigress lacked the brain power to exist beyond inching away from starvation, keeping their bellies small, their hunger high, without even realizing that all they could want, all they could need was RIGHT in front of them- Did Teeko expect her to not chomp, did Teeko not expect her to eat when her belly roared, when her bowels echoed the same sentiment as her mentally crushed brain due to the excessive nature of those skills of her? Did she not remember who she was?

Who she was now becoming?

A mass, a glorified meaty castle with holes big enough in the body for physical exploration; A colossal lynx, whose fur was a forest, the folding flesh mounds of dirt in which trees could be planted upon.

Then she wondered. It was a soft thought, one that kept evading her every time she would give thought to it, clogging further and further down the more her body moved up the weight class, mind moved to better things; grander things, suppressed as far down as it could ever possibly be.

Was… was this all her fault?

. . . . . .

“You know, we don't have to go back up.”

“It'll be difficult, but doable.”

Teeko began pulling away at the rubble blocking the elevator shaft, first starting with a plank twice the length of her entire body. “I'm not saying it isn't doable, I'm saying it's…” Kenneth could barely muster the words proper to formulate the sentences together in something coherent. “You do know where she is right?”

“Or rather what she's become?”

Teek had an idea, but… nothing conclusive. Nothing she wouldn't otherwise use. She tears the wooden apertures down and moves towards the metal weldings, fingers slipping under the cracks and pulling. “I know exactly what I'm dealing with.” The tendons beneath her arms pulsed, the forearm flexing into perfect muscular symmetry, before yanking one out of three protections. “I know who I'm going to see, who I'm daring to try and visit.”

“Doesn't mean I'll stop.”

She had a plan, a good one. “No, I don't think you will.” The kobold sighed, claws dragging along the maw and down to his nose. “First level is gone, evaporated, destroyed in its entirety, replaced with this so-called friend of yours by pure definition through mass alone. It's technical rating level had lowered almost completely so, with no monsters or creatures to speak of, but thanks to the newest addition regarding classification of memetic hazards-”

“Are you truly sure this is worth the risk?”

Her grip finally does something, the pulling allowing her to pull the final piece to this small ‘cade that had been built in direct consequence to the many that had fallen down here. With that, her fingers dig between the crack in the door and pushe's in both directions. “I'm not joking,” The Kobold laid a hand on her waist, the last of what pinching fat long gone from the body from the looks of it. “It's a biohazard. No creatures to speak of, no actual sicknesses, but something about that level just lures people to some idea of safety and that alone should spark something in that mind of yours, especially-”

“Especially when you had firsthand experience in what EXACTLY I speak of.”

She wasn't exactly listening. Finally, it opens, revealing to her the cushioning she had landed on at the bottom- And the lightless top she had to climb up using the walls. “Are you even listening?!-”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“But it doesn't change much.”

Because… By God's, by the holy jammed and those damned down to the darkest pits below this miniature, she needed to go back up there. Doesn't matter the length, the distance or the lacking knowledge she had before this entire debacle, she owes her friend for having ran off so frantically, so easily, without so much as even an attempt to help her, to assist her when she had suddenly gotten the odd end of that infinite chocolate spewing fountain. Perhaps she felt bad, perhaps she simply felt like she owed Dinah more than an empty apology or maybe she simply wanted to see what had become of that once skinny foodie with that nervous disposition-

It. Did. Not. Matter. “Stay here, I'll… I'll see what I can do for her.” She pushes the Kobold off her waist, immediately attempting to climb upwards. Something tugs at her leg. “What?”

“Just… come back safely.”

. . . . .

The climb. She's done this a couple times before, regarding training, a way to better boost them physically given specific environmental troubles on or off the field. Mud, water, sand, rocks and various other terrains that she would later have to march forward through with nearly fifty to seventy five extra pounds on her backside she was sure was to crush her given a moment's difference. Now she has twice that, on her back, in her pocket and in the bottom most part of her asscheeks, in preparation for what she would soon see and have to walk upon. It wasn't difficult- No, no at all. Between training with the men down in level 9.1 and how much she had pushed herself for this very moment-

It's more of a surprise she wasn't stronger or at least more durable. The flappiness of her arms and legs have long left her, the perkiness of her breast before turner sagged now having long since returned to its former glory, both pairs of cheeks lacking in the caloric gains she had built within a MONTH and some extra, lined and neatly tilted heavily towards overall muscular definition. She was fit, her natural gift of bodily gains assisting her in better building the body up for the treacherous climb, hours upon hours of which she spent simply scaling, watching, seeing and then moving once she figured out the door she required wasn't it. A cycle she would repeat, a cycle she would continually see no end to or of-

Until the final door. Number one. No ceiling to be called for and certainly no light for whoever dared to be as dumb as she was. No bulge against it somehow- Nothing to indicate that the mass that was about to squeeze her from both sides until she popped- Weird. Her mind sticks to something, body kept low enough in preparation for any sudden explosions of mass to come, hand twisting and letting go, eyes wide open for the big surprise of lard that was surely waiting for her or just about anyone crazy enough to try and OPEN this damn thing-

Only to be met with little more than a fog. She climbs up, confused, dazed even by the lack of… well, of anything occurring. She, slowly, reached up, pulled herself closer to the entrance, hands gripping to something soft, something cushioning to her hands, lifting herself up and into the very room itself.

“What the hell…”

What was this? What was she seeing? Grass as far as the eye can see, with barely a lick of yellow to even make mention of. Yellow stained carpentry was nowhere to be seen, smells of grease stains and tainted almond water leading her to believe she was somehow on some other level other than the one she had walked through not even… What was it?

A year ago?

General inspection of the initial area revealed to her that she was within the first floor, the door frame being the pinpoint of every piece of evidence alongside what was left of the actual wall surrounding left her to think that she was in the right area. However… her feet, slowly slipping down and further into this soft ground, made her almost think that she had somehow slid right into some form of organic quicksand with how often her feet seemed to just slip further and further down, at some point finding her ankles entirely surrounded by an overbearing warmth ready to permanently envelope the legs, the waist, the belly, the chest and then, perhaps- Her entire body. Didn’t help that in the distance, behind a permanent fog that seemed to stick to her skin, retain upon it like water, covering most of her view walking further and further forward, eyes barely able to get a good viewing of what exactly she was dealing with.

Which only made her more curious, more serious, more overtly needy when it came to gathering the information required to better understand where she stood or better yet. Though in this case, it was likely better to use the word who, eyes widening when she finally gave view to everything in front of her once this thickened gas didn’t perpetuate her vision any more. “What. The. Fuck?!” She cursed, eyes widening, irises thinning as her blood ran cold far too quickly entering a new scene she thought impossible based upon two reasons: A. It’s only been a year since she had last been around and B. Surely no amount of caloric gain could allow such… such…

Conquering heights. Before her was an expanse much like a mountain range, the same gray ‘grass’ lining the floor had turned out to be fur, below it palpable flesh that had soared far and wide enough for the miles of distance she could manage to see killed off not only by thickets of fur, but the multitude of breathtaking mounds she was sure, even for a moment, was simply dirt grounds that had risen up. “How… Why?!” She couldn’t believe it herself. She recognized the various coloration of gray, patterned and lined even as she walked further inwards, eyes gazing upon the neck rolls leading upwards, head invisible thanks to that same thick blanket of pure white covering most of what she needed to gauge its true distance. But to think her friend had become such a mountain- No, mountain RANGE of flab and fur and consistent gain of which allowed Teeko’s feet to actually walk and walk without any actual distance covered in the first place-

It made whatever Teek had gathered through her attempt to assist her friend look like childsplay. Worse yet was the realization of people actually living here. About twenty or so miles of walking through almost nothing, scaling the belly to reach the top of these sagging breast that seem to shake and rudder with each second given, forcibly having to dig her claws in to scale this upwards climb onto actual flatland thanks to the organic ballooning pressure Dinah was experiencing, she managed to find a town. There were people, other than the one’s she knew about, having built structures upon this unearthly girth, wooden structures of which seemingly had the same footing as she did with how little dentition it provided despite the obvious difference in poundage, with many of these citizens having looked as though they themselves were building up to something…

“HELLO!” She yelped, blurted out a curse word, jumping backwards as someone had snuck up to her, knife already pointed outwards. “My bad, sorry for the surprise. It’s just you uh- Weren’t quite hearing me too well Ms…?

“Teek. Teeko.”

“Ah, yes, of course Ms. Teeko, greetings!”

Their gravelly voice was barely left behind by the deep, volcanic nature of their tone, yet somehow, in the back of her mind… it whispered like the wind in its gentleness on the ears. “While usually we’d be prepared by the many entrances surrounding this place, I’m afraid that while I was munching on some much need sustenance, you managed to scale quite the distance before I could,” The scaly hooded creature huffs, their breath betraying their rounded figure below the neck, “Luckily, bless her girth, I was able to gather the energy necessary to walk behind you for the majority of the twenty mile Walk Of Glory.”

“Now that you’ve slowed down enough, might we talk?”

They pull down the hood, revealing scales and puffy cheeks, layering neck rolls of which could only be matched by three loaves of bread. Their eyes gleamed green, horns spiraling like a ram, vision kept on her and her knife. “Without the weapon please?” He ushered, hands together. She, slowly, slips it back in its holster near the waist, locking it with a click. The dragon smiles. “Thank you, Ms. Teeko. While we do pride ourselves in our excellent rolling defense, I’d rather not play a game of tag when it comes to any sharp objects- Especially after our healer had submitted herself to Her Grandness.”

“Her… Grandness?”

“Alot to explain, but don't worry. This place is as Safe as Can Be.”

… Her ears perked to it, but she didn’t pay too much attention. “Eager souls like you having escaped the worst The Back Rooms has to offer, having scaled such heights just to be here, tells me you already know of its safety.” The man claps his hands, sausage fingers gracefully planting themselves on Teek’s back as the dragon tries to guide her forward. “We pride ourselves in that a bit, having been given Her Blessings to rid this floor of every evil that may or may not be born within it.”

“Whether through physical force or otherwise, we exert the pressure on anyone unwilling to submit to Her Grandness.”

“Considering we’ve barely had any entities spawn about here, I think we’ve done ourselves a decent enough job.”

Finally, the village in question. Though a bit shoddy when close up, bricks being misshapen and mis-layered, wooden plasters barely being much for actually securing the place with a foundation more lopsided than an argumentative debate about which candy was the best, it did its job enough to cover the masses in regard to safety and, in all likely, warmth. Speaking of masses- “Why…”

“Yeeeeeess?”

“Why are your citizens so- Excessively enlarged?”

Like seriously. Many of them wore the same gray cloak, but from the way their bellies rised and fell, sagged and blimped alike, with chins doubling or tripling this draconian behind her, it was like looking at miniature Dinah’s, well… Before she had become this. “Abundance, in every sense of the word, is encouraged.” A palm opens, fingers pointing towards the awfully grand smell of meats, cheeses and drinks she had been sure never existed beforehand. “We have more than enough to give thanks to Her Fatness, all our processes summoned through her have given us enough to last a city- It grows every day with every citizen added.”

“And it doesn’t overflow? Rot from exposure to air?”

“Why don’t you give some of it a try in our… mess hall to see whether or not it does?”

“I’d uh- Rather not.”

“Of course you would, you’re plenty hungry aren’t you?”

As if on cue, her stomach echos a growl, despite not physically feeling much of a hunger. “I thought as much. Come along, I’ll explain more as we eat.” Yet despite that, she felt herself gravitate further towards her stomach desired area, alongside this nameless man. This time forcibly pushed forward, her body is thrusted through the doors, scents overpowering her nose with various dishes she could see being voraciously gobbled down as though none of these people had eaten before, though as she’d figure out without so much as a thought-

They had eaten plenty before their newest meal. Everyone here, excluding her within this tavern-like area, was three sizes above the norm, echoing growls and teeth gnashing being the main noise her ears would ping the brain for, besides the SMELL. Luckily covered by cheese, meat, mash, candy, drinks and some extra, each one of these fatasses were nearly just as, if not wider than the next over, bowls and plates and cups stacking within one another as their bellies collected and rounded at the top of their cloaks, sweat being somewhat of a mainstay from the way they swung their stubby fingers about; grease and slight staining of their clothing giving way to some minor amount of slobby behavior she just- “My apologies if this is too much,” The dragon clapped his hands, the doors to her right opening and with it, closing behind as they quickly entered through. “Use the bucket.”

“No- No thank you.”

God, that was just- There’s a limit to how much she’s willing to bare and it’s very specific with certain people. “That behavior is typical of Her Wideness, giving our beautiful queen quite the power through such hedonistic positioning. However,” He opens his palm, a bag of chips appearing and being handed over, “It doesn’t mean every one of our members has the desire to eat as sloppily as another.”

“Sit.”

She’s plopped upon a chair, next to another listing of individuals to her side. Although smaller, their cloaks were nonetheless barely doing much of their job as the bodies surrounding, fur, scales and skin alike, stretched the fabric; some enough to forcibly either tear right through or have it act as cup holders for the chestal dragging of the skin. “Anything in particular you might need? Anything at all?” There it was again- Soothing, despite its smoke heavy tone, with heftiness to boot. It entered the ears, cleaned it of any wax and touched the brain like she was being gingerly held. “Come on, we have it all.”

“All you have to do is ask~”

… She wasn’t hungry, not at all. Physically speaking, there was growling, but mentally? Barely an ushered whisper of needing to eat whatsoever, yet… “Fine. Got a…” She tried thinking, mind barely coming to much except one thing in particular. “Peanut butter chocolate bar?”

… Was… Was that too much to ask- “Here!” And nearly immediately, gave her the same bar she had grabbed from a vending machine before she had left Dinah to become… well, this grand expanse. It was generic in its branding, C.B acting as short acronyms for the plastic wrapping surrounding this chocolaty sweet treat, she had been so adamant against before thanks to looking like a Hershey's candy bar. Now though?

Maybe a little less so. Though not by much, considering the agonizing slow pace she took just to unwrap the damn thing, inspect it. “It's not poisoned if that's what you're imagining.” The draconian chuckled, though she was half sure she heard a hint of annoyance. “We promise all of Her people the same grandiosity as before the Great Crackling, so long as they are willing to hold their hands over meals and praise Her Grandness of any and all generosity.”

“Her grandness huh? Don’t you mean La-”

She clasped her mouth shut. How did that even escape her lips?!

“Hmm?”

How did that even happen? She’s always had a good grasp on secrets, especially ones that didn’t require to be so easily blurted out. She shakes her head. Didn’t matter. Finally, she wraps it enough for a bite. Her teeth hover over it for a second, before chomping downwards. “Mmm…” And shrugged. It was chocolate. Had the sugar, had the cocoa, a good crunch when her teeth gnashed into it. Had everything one would need to enjoy this bar, yet… “Eheh?”

“... ‘Eheh?’”

The dragon raised a rigid eyebrow, minor confusion taking the place of the insignificant annoyance he had felt by her slowness to unwrap something. In her honesty, the actual snack tasted exactly as she imagined and, in all likelihood, and it wasn't like it was terrible. It was more than passable than any MRE she could think of or, in her case, remember of.of. Maybe that’s the reason it didn't pertain to any excessive amount of sugar? “Could I…?” The dough ball held out a hand. She hands it over, the red scaled beast immediately raising it to his maw and biting down, devoured without any pause, with a resounding purr that sounded far too close to someone being pleasured. “It tastes fine for me!”

“Yeah…”

Clearly it did, from the way their body reverberated such sentiments, bodily shaking purr revealing the additional excess below as a flat board consisting of scales and enough to throw a man through a wall given enough of a batta batta swing. Not to mention how quick her eyes were to perceive the small, but very much notable droop as it fell even further down; now barely reaching the knees with thunder thighs and an almost circular buttocks being the sole reason why this creature hasn't immediately bent the knee and been essentially a talking bed. “Weird. You should be able to taste something.” The dragon licks his fingers clean, empty wrapper in hand still as he tried to hand it over. “Try again.”

“You- Uh-”

“Oh, Oh, oops.”

One thought later and it reappeared as a full bar, without any of the plastic wrapping. “Try again!” She grabs it, sticking a corner in her mouth, biting down and then- Spitting it out right atop of this man's cloak. “Eugh- Come on, have some decency.”

Decency? Seriously? “That tasted like I just ingested a randomized chemical concoction developed in a damn toilet bowl-” Or rather just plain shit, but she wanted to keep this decorum. “Err- It tasted bad.”

“How?!”

“Because it does?”

“No- That's-” The dragon slaps their face, cheeks clapping against the face as they drag it down. “You're not quite understanding it are you?”

“It's not supposed to taste like that.”

What? Teeko stared at the man, ears perking, attention only diverted when multiple seas began to slide and scratch at the wood below. “I see some confusion! Don't worry, it's not a big deal to explain.” He coughs into his hand, clearing his throat. “When she had first came about, most meals on the first floor were basic, things to grab and go with without actually understanding why it came into existence and while at first it was nothing more than the indiscriminately mysteriously prop burgers for some immediately consumption,” He holds out a hand, the same burger from a year ago appearing, “It didn't provide much in regards to taste.”

And within that same moment did it disappear. “Uuuuurp-” And reappears as a gentle burp. “However, when she finally reached her peak size, where her breast were supple, belly full enough for the first land bearers to settle down, suddenly, our tongues grew sensitive, with the very meals we considered nutrition dense enough for our very survival transforming into the variety of breakfasts, lunch and dinners that we, as her followers, can now summon at a whims end.”

“For you to not be able to taste anything, with a lacking visible growth from the very corner you were so cute as to ‘nom’ upon, it's almost like her gifts do not dwell within you.”

“As if she… rejects you.” She raised an eyebrow. That sounded almost accusatory. The dragon holds their hands up. “But it is not your fault.”

“... It isn't?”

“No, no, not at all. Some of our follower's don't have the… mental acuity to better accommodate the many surpluses that pertain to living among the family and in turn or simply have only ever lived on rations the Back Rooms gives out in quantity, not quality, with their taste dried and their senses even more so.”

“What was your reasoning to coming upon her land again?”

“La-” She catches herself again. Something is occurring and her mind is blank on the reason why she was almost willing to blurt out her name again. “A friend was up here, who had disappeared a year prior to exploring this land of yours-”

“Hers.”

“Sorry sorry,” Snippy about it isn't he? “Her land had swallowed my friend whole and considering the effects, I am almost certain he has been recruited.”

“Ah, yes! That happens frequently enough once the people realize how glorious this softening home is~ Mind telling me their name?”

“I'm sure we could find her after a little journey elsewhere.”

… Damn it, this is bad. She's surrounded, something she would've never thought possible and the magic surrounding this place is enfeebling to the mind, releasing truths unspoken, truths she would rather keep shut in the case that such info was widely, more so than that landmine of a scaley gut, had access to. Considering the cloak and how easily he wasn't rendered useless in front of food, she was half certain he was, at least, close to high up. “Ah- Did you hear me?” The dragon speaks once more, worry in their tone. “If- If it's too much to ask, should we perhaps go someplace else to do some soul searching?”

“Y-yeah-”

“Well, then let's head off. Though- We'll have to stop somewhere first before we officially head off.”

Where exactly was this derg about to take her? “Obviously since you've either can't accept Her Gifts normally or otherwise are resistant, we first need to make sure your tongue is properly suited before we start exploring, specifically,” The dragon whistles, body shaking from the pur, “Her greatness.”

Dinah? They were going to visit Dinah? “That's- A perfect plan, yeah.”

“I know right? Soon we'll feast together, share in her bountiful harvest!~”

Not really, but she'll allow this man to believe whatever he wants in order to get closer to Dinah. “GUARDS, ASSEMBLE!” The dragon claps his hands, beckoning a squadron to come about, a squadron of which… She blinked at, sighing almost immediately to the sound of hefty heaving, lungs unable to properly breathe in more than it let out. “Ah- Do you worry?”

“... Slightly?”

“Is it their size? I'll have you know, they can swing and eat at the same time.”

That's… not… All of them had a good gut she'd properly massage- NO, that'd she'd easily jostle- NO, ugh- “They're bigger than I expected.”

“Well of course, how else could they defend us?”

How the hell would they defend them anyways? Each one looked five seconds away from being pushed into being bedridden, with the lightest of the group, a lady with knockers the size of an atypical moonshine jug, sporting an ass and fluffy tail bigger than their entire body; swearing on everything she loved that she could see scales on the lass too. If anything, they were more than likely to act as- Well- “... Ok, alright.” Beds. She turns her head around, now facing this draconian in his infinite, bulbous glory as they begin cycling outside the building. “So where exactly are we going? All I've seen was flatland, with the occasional boob job releasing enough milk to make a lake.”

“Well, I'll tell you what, we aren't going towards them. Our cult friends in the dark distance worship the milk Her Grandness produces on a daily basis and drink upon what spurts out as a way to better contain the absolute spread it would have otherwise.”

That sounds… “We're not going there if that's your worry. It's a bit of a radioactive wasteland and only those who take in the rich white liquid has been shown to survive, though to what milk producing avail is up to debate.” … As much as sucking upon a tit and giving someone a good blast into the ass sounds nice, going as far as to drink the forbidden liquid is off course for absolute degeneracy, she wants no part of, even through this mental veil she's now being put through. “No, rather, we'll be taking the straight path up.”

The red scaled blob points towards the center, between the saggy breast, where chins lay in an almost stair-like position. Though from the looks of it and judging the distance- It looked like a fair two-day trip. “Is there not an easier way up?”

“No.”

“Got any magic perhaps?”

“Yes!”

“... Could you portal us up then?”

“I could stuff you instead and use that belly like a spring to get us up there if that's what you're looking for~”

She could tell it was a joke, but the fact that he winked almost fooled her. “We are limited in what we can make, even despite everything she gives us, as a rite of passage. If we are so idiotic as to consume without thought, we'd be no better than those vore-hungry enthusiasts by her maw.” He points out, pulling her towards his side, the cloaked love handles poking into her waistline. “I haven't proved sufficient enough myself, so I haven't been gifted with such powers as of late.”

“So we'll be taking the longer route.”

She Groans. “Oh come on, it'll be fun!” He guffaws, continuing to walk, now past the village line at this point. “Plus there's some rather amazing places for me and you can properly explore together and considering your soon to involvement with this place we call home-”

“It’d be good for you to actually learn our ways.”

Not learning their ways would be significantly better, especially when being warped mentally, but she won’t question the logistics of it when even she didn’t know how’d she’d reach the lass when this once lithe Lynx had essentially transformed into a stationary mountain she’d then have to soon climb, with a group looking less actively fit than the average hog in a farmstead. Despite that though, they were willing to guide her and with no other options other than winging it completely, she kept to his side, hugged deep into the side in which even this hooded figure couldn’t hide their body behind; squeeze between the unseeable ribs and into something warm enough to fall asleep into.

The land wasn’t much different here than it was before she had entered the village, much of it being a flattened, albeit dynamically changing setting with each breath, fur never changing colors; environment never quite changing- “What-” Of course there were some things. She stares down a pit, a deep abyss, the open hole leading down having little to NO actual lighting to give way to her lacking eyesight when it comes to any darkness. Fur leads up and down the sides, pieces of physical flesh driving random bumps to point outwards with obtuse surfaces-

“Her navel.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, her navel. Believe it or not, we usually don’t bother coming by this place, mostly because this is where we throw the worse of us down into.”

“You kill them?”

“No. It was figured out that this grandiose body of her graces actually acts as pathways into separate rooms entirely and depending on which one you took at specific times, you could either end up in the SnackRooms-”

“Or some place as hellish as level fun.”

That made her flinch. “Don’t worry, its only reserved for the absolute worst, nothing less than actual attempted murder or some darker concept will lead you down here for you to rot!” The dragon gave a thumbs up, as reassurance. “What your mind should be focused on is the middle path, over yonder.”

He points to the middle of the breast, where the neck and its many layered chins coexisted. “That’s… Gonna be tough for ya.”

For her? If anything, it’ll be tough for these guys, considering the amount of weight they have to pull up. As they reached the bottom of the first chin, she could give full eyeful. Each separate environment was a blob the size of a large house, the only saving grace being the pockets in between she was sure were just the folds formed thanks to the excessive sugar intake, though the slight pulsation she could feel just by being close to it made it seem a bit… impossible? Specifically speaking, most of it was covered by a white mist, thick enough to actually be moved physically and that didn't really speak on the fact that… Where was she supposed to grip? The damn fur? It was thinner than the grading scales in America-

At least she had others to follow behind… The same folk who she thought would struggle. “How?!” She had the idea down, grip onto the fur and pinch into the fat, pressing inwards to get a stable grip before cycling back and forth until she reached the very corners of this fogged fat. Issue was- they did it faster. “Oh come on, explain-”

“Followers of Her Girthiness must be able to climb Her Pillars in order to formally be invited, even despite any amount of weight!”

“You expect me to actually be able to LIFT six hundred pounds up several flights worth of skin and fur, with no end in sight?”

“Well, of course you'll get some practice sweetheart.”

“Yeah, like when?”

“Now!”

Jovial bastard- She grips and follows behind, disgruntled by realization, following as closely behind as physically could. Plushy was the word for which she's scaling, packets of which her hands sinked into- Body finding itself conquered by gravity much like her friend, the skin acting almost to the exact same measurements when compared to quicksand; sweat and softness congregating into one another to form something she couldn’t even lay her body into, lest she sink forever and ever into… About ten layers upwards, into the fog, where her vision became blurred, she was smacked as she was about to fall asleep. “Seriously?”

“Not safe.”

She groans, continuing to follow. Ten turned to fifteen, fifteen turning to twenty, twenty turning to thirty- Miles of climb, despite the distances lowering and lowering with each individual fat deposits, forcing an ache through her bones and the fingers almost permanently flexed from the amount of times she had to hold TIGHT, no actual break to be seen or heard of to the point where she lost her grip, lungs without the aid of oxygen thanks to the height of which they had to CLIMB and nearly fell down- Only to be grabbed and hoisted by a red tail. “I was more surprised you made it this far. Let me handle the rest-”

Her vision was fading, breath just about to leave. “Finally… Boy’s, girls, we got a new one to give up to her lordship.” She couldn’t even react proper to the words being spoken, to the paragraphs being muttered. “Make sure she stays asleep, can't have her moving.”

Uttering uttering. She may not be asleep, but the notes were still there. She just couldn't move. Was there some sort of atmospheric difference on the way here? She didn't feel- No, wait… she didn't even think of it. Covered in short distances, raising latitudes, being almost unable to do the climb despite having more than enough stamina to do something far more difficult. Yet, in her mind, she didn't give any thought to it, worse yet, she didn't even seem to remember. She knew something was happening to the body, to the mind, to release her of every little thing that makes her a tigress. It was a flurry of heat, tempering the mind, making it more palpable to whatever masquerade some idiot wished upon her to enact, mask equipped, yet still, her body did its best to resist the temptation, to resist the beat of this funky slowly lumbering musical ready to pop off with a cork at any moment.

Suppose it'd start now of all times.

She felt whimsical in attitude, her mindset forced off the usual path and into a downpour, the continued climb bouncing her up and down some pillowy shoulder, eyes gazing the surrounding area behind, loosely able to tell where exactly they were. The fog cleared and was replaced by this darkening haze that seem to perpetuate around her sight. It was only when they reached the ‘top’ that all this tiring movement stopped.

“Here we are, here we are~” The dragon spoke, laying her down. “Alright, come on, call to her title, we gotta get her to open up so we can make sure she doesn't turn on us” later when we get to the actual feeding.”

Where was she again? Oh right. Where she always wanted to be. Next to Dinah. Though, she does look different. Barely could see an eye under that forehead, though from what she could see, under all these shadows, were teeth. Large, pointy teeth, consistent only with draconic species. Weird. Weirder yet was the fact that their lips were so big, so incredibly gaping, like…

Like the mouth. “Here we are~ The Queen has opened her maw, PREPARE THE SACRIFICE!” Guess this would be where she’d end up huh? Ain’t that funny? She’d escape, life intact, legs and body kept small enough to fit through the very barricades that had once blocked her from exiting The SnackRooms, preventing her from escaping into here… preventing her from seeing Dinah. By the God’s, she was massive. There was nothing more than an open hole, a gap preparing itself for yet another, opening up wide, tongue whipping out in preparation for one more victim, one more snack to pile in.

Yet she felt nothing.

“Come on, she’s on your tongue, just SWALLOW!” Perhaps this was to be her reckoning, her long awaited karma. For what exactly? Leaving Dinah behind. Sure, this was likely a flash before her eyes moment, tongue eagerly awaiting her still limp body, but… it was something she gave thought to. Was there something more she could’ve done back then, something extra on the side she could perform in quick succession to prevent Dinah from becoming the whale she is now? Was there some point in time where Dinah had realized what had been done, what Teeko had done; what she didn’t do? Did she scream for her name, wallowing in wait, patiently biding her time in the moment where Teek would appear once more? “Uh….?”

If she did, well… That was just one more thing to put into an already guilty mind. “GODDESS, NO, WAIT!-” Perhaps this way she’d be useful, perhaps this way… She could satiate some desire within her friend once more and give her the only care now she could ever possibly give: Sustenance. “NO, NOOOOO!”

‘A bit scaly, but it’ll do.’

Only to be spat out like she barely had any use. ‘Rise.’ Only to then be provided with a gasping pile of fresh oxygen straight into her lungs, forcing her to cough, forcing her to hack and spit. ‘Ugh- Perhaps you don’t do that?’
“... L-Dinah?”

The mouth barely moved, lips showing naught a quiver. ‘Yes?’ Yet, within Teek’s mind, did a voice speak in tones all too similar. ‘... Hello? You there?’

“Yeah… Yeah…”

She picks herself up, scanning the immediate- ‘I’ve dealt with them.’ Dinah… whispered? Thought? Gave a tongue to? What kind of magical bullshit was this? ‘You’re a bit ungrateful yknow, all things considered.’

“Not like this isn’t already confusing as it is.”

‘Well… Suppose I have no argument against that, Teek.’

Silence, again. “Do you hear me?” She listened with an ear, but only with the mind did she feel some vague ‘yes’ to her answer. “Then… God…”

‘Ringing, hello?’

Teeko chuckled. “Yeah, it’s you.” Which only means… “Suppose this entire body surrounding us is all yours, yeah?”

‘Partially, maybe some parts who originally owned the floor.’

So there was something directing their decisions a bit, intentionally. ‘Yes, but… Changed that mighty quickly the moment I gained control here.’ Ugh- ‘Sorry.’

“Can you-”

‘No.’

She scoffs. Of course not. ‘I can’t exactly control it to that fine of a degree.’ It felt like every word she spoke or thought was taken. ‘It’s… Almost like that, yeah. Can just about hear everyone, anywhere, anytime.’

‘Thousands of tens of thousands of individual voices echoing in the back of my brain, same sentiment, same pattern of growth willing to be permitted upon their bodies as a way of entering this coalition of men and women for safety, for food…’

Then… ‘I could hear you the moment you stepped on me sweetheart, from your succulent voice to the very frozen heartbeat echoing for my supposed freedom.’ Her attempt was foolhardy enough. Guess this all but confirms it. ‘... It was good to hear from you again.’

“Was it?”

‘Yes.’

Teek rubs her arm, sitting herself down, sinking in like she had sat into a bean bag chair. ‘It was good to hear that you truly didn’t-’

“Stop.”

She sets her fingers upon her forehead. ‘I do not blame you.’

“I do.”

‘I ask that you stop-’

“And I ask that you stop this incessant drumming of my ears.”

‘...’

‘Sorry.’

God damn it- Teeko already knew it, but this is- Ridiculous. She was literally sitting on her friend's neck, barely putting an ounce of pressure even despite weighing about one hundred and twenty kilograms. ‘Teeko,’ Yet despite this, that wasn’t the worst part. She was already too late. ‘Teeko!’ She knew this, she knew this. The fur, the miles of journeying, the buildings, people, cults- How deep that navel was, how towering the breast soared, the fucking climb-

‘SVETLANA.’

She stops huffing, eyes focused forward. ‘Ugh- God, maybe I should’ve said something before…’ A growl, echoing, nearly tossing Teeko off where she sat, rumbled. ‘Hungry again…’

“Again?”
‘Hun, look at me. I have to supply this mass somehow y’know.’

Not like she had much to give anyways. ‘Not required. Just don’t come near my mouth, might uh- Might-’

“Swallow me whole like the crew before?”

Again, vague ‘yes’. “Vore isn’t exactly one of my premiere things I enjoy.” She grimly mentioned, nodding along. “...”

‘...’

‘We…’ Dinah pauses, ‘We should talk. It’s been a bit hasn’t it?’

“Year, tops.”

‘Long enough for me to end up like this.’

Teeko sighs, hand to her eye, guilt stricken. ‘It isn’t your fault.’

“I left you behind.”

‘You sought survival as a base instinct.’

“I should’ve sought you out first.”

‘You did,’ Confirmation asserted by Dinah, Teek leans back. ‘Many, many times. Warning after warning, even going as far as to consume the very meals throwing my weight further and further up.’

“I could’ve just-”

‘You could’ve done nothing. I was already mentally perturbed before we even entered this damnable reality.’

… “When?”

‘A little bit before we came in, just about when you sideswiped me with that ass of yours.’

Back when she actually had some weight to her name? ‘Not as bad, might I add sweetheart, but… Close enough as is without even touching this realm, this distant reality we now live in.’ So even before- ‘None of which is your fault.’

“I-”

‘Maybe you could’ve stayed behind, get flattened by me in the midst of trying to make sure I didn’t suffer,” Was that a tease?- ‘But there was no more you could do for me as I could do for myself.’

“As you are now.”

‘As I am now.’

‘It ain’t that bad. Can’t uh- Enjoy it much, as you might’ve figured.’ The tigress huffs. Of course not, not when their ass was more connected to the moon than it was to any animal on earth. ‘Don’t start, I could just summon enough to force you to my level.’

“Haha.”

… Was she joking? From the way her head felt… She blushed, a silent pur escaping. ‘Still just as cute as you’ve always been.’ God damn it. ‘Shhhh, let me enjoy this.’

‘It’s been a bit since I could properly tease ya, you baby.’

“You’re crazy if you think this sudden size difference means you get to do this to me.”

‘And you’re even more so for thinking I wouldn’t pur at the mere thought of getting handy with that ass of yours.’

“Remind me who’s the titanic one here?”

"Remind me who’s five seconds from being my personal maid?’

… ‘Don’t worry, with you here, I can get some proper treatment now that you’re closer.’

“You-” Dork? Landmass? Earth relevant ball of grease? “... Always liked you.”

‘As did I.’

A moment of silence, two moments, three, four… “So what now?”

‘Well… Admittedly, I thought perhaps you could spend some time with me when you finally decided to come along.’

That’s… Adorable. No, really, it is- “ugh-” Her ass felt like something had breezed by it. “Did you just-”

‘Don’t call me adorable.’

… “Anyways, it’s… tough. I am more than willing to spend some time with you, truly, I am.” But there are many others below, waiting for her eventual return, to see that she was truly safe all this time. “Too many variables, including that cult you got.”

‘You’d have one too, if you’d just follow me…”

“No thanks, I think I’ll stick to just smooching you.”

Ah- Shit. ‘Didn’t even have to use any magic for that one now did I?’ Fucker. Teeko knew something was wrong with these lands, seeing how her voice trailed right after her thoughts. ‘But yeah, suppose I can understand that…’

“Hey, it doesn’t mean I won’t come up here often.”

‘But it does mean there’ll be breaks in between seeing each other.’

“Not long one’s.”

A pur rumbled and followed behind it- “UUUUUUUUR-” A belch. Teeko could feel her ears pop, bleed, and pain as immediate as the brain quickly moving to simply shut down. ‘Sorry, sorry, hold on!’

And to another immediate effect, was gone. “God- That fucking hurt!” She hissed. “Maybe tell me before you decide to open that mouth of yours?!”

‘I tried, I did!’

Ugh- She’ll… She’ll believe that, for NOW. “But yeah. Give it some time. If you knew where I was at any given time, it likely isn’t too difficult to ask for me to visit.” Teek could’ve swore she felt disapproval. “... Or I’ll come every month or so.”
And another one. “Bi-monthly?” And another one. “... Every week?”

‘Good girl.’

Fucking- Ugh. “Now… Something tells me you got a way down yeah?”

‘And why would I do that NOW of all times?’

“Because…” She tries to think, give words to something. “Surely a big girl like you has means of travels unknown to me right? Something that’ll allow me to skitter off downstairs-”

‘No-’

“As well as up right?” She gathers close to the lips, fear still placed after hearing what had essentially happened to the last group. “Maybe for something nice? Something supple, wet?~”

‘...’

And with a reach down, knees to the ground, Teek felt her lips connect with the overbearingly oversized pair of barely-tooth covering purses that was Dinah’s bottom lip and just before leaving it, nipped it slightly. Yet she received not a single message, a whispered tone of approval. “Uh, Dinah?”

‘...’

“You there- Whoa-”

A door appeared in front of her. She reaches and opens it, seeing Kenneth, seeing that tiny little Kobold and those beady little eyes once more. ‘You better not even think of touching anyone else like that.’ Yikes, aggression, hitting like a semi truck to Teek’s frontal cortex. She parks a foot in the doorway, foot landing square on the rug. ‘I swear if you even think about-’

“Love you Dinah.”

Teek fully enters through, finally on the other side, beginning to close the door behind her-

With a single sentence to follow. ‘Love you too Dinah…’