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Robbin scrunched her eyes shut and wrenched her neck away. She breathed out hard from her nostrils as she tried not to swallow, but the buttery cinnamon was melting against her tongue. She whimpered as her eyes fluttered open. She sniffed again, the bready sugary perfume filled her nostrils. There was another whimper, a moan and then resigned sigh as she swallowed the huge mouthful and then opened her mouth for more.

This drawing is part of a writing collab with venusderubens .
Flabbergasted! - Part NinePart 9“I figure that burning the Ouija board is our best chance of getting out of here slim enough to fit through the front door.” Cat winced at that image, one that she’d dealt with in a few body-image fueled nightmares before, but she kept herself focused on the task at hand. She shifted again, jeans groaning loudly. “And if that, you know, makes her even madder?”“Then maybe she’ll be distracted enough for you to escape and… I dunno… find a priest? Just don’t tell them you’re gay.” “Focusing on more exorcising than exercising?” Cat teased back before letting out a sigh. “We could probably find one who’s willing to overlook that at least. And, uh, for the record, you don’t look half bad like this,” she muttered, glancing away before holding out her hands.Robbin took her by the arm and helped her up. She blushed as the bottom heavy girl waddled past her. “I know it’s hypocritical to point this out while I’m bottomless, but I can see your whole ass right now. You’ve got a pretty major tear back there.”Cat’s face blushed hot enough that she was worried she’d start lighting up the room. She reached back and groaned, hands hitting bare skin and overtaxed panties before she found the split denim. “Oh god, my ass is huge…”“And I’ve got a beer gut. Thank god we didn’t dress up this year.” “I don’t know, it might’ve been fun,” Cat muttered, almost too quiet for Robbin to hear, even as she tried to tug her jeans into a slightly better position for coverage. They tip-toed through the house as quietly as their bulkier bodies would allow. The once solid floorboards seemed to creak and complain under their new girth, but for now, the ghost seemed to be gone - or at least ignoring them. “The kitchen’s on the next left,” Cat instructed, keeping her voice hushed. Though whispering probably wouldn’t do anything if the ghost really wanted to find them, it made her feel a little better. And doubly so when her eyes drifted to Robbin’s bobbling belly, her shirt having rode up above her belly button. “Can’t miss it, it’s… kind of nuts.”They rounded the corner into the kitchen. Robbin rushed over to the massive multi burner oven, gave a quick glance around, and then tossed the board inside In a single swift motion. She grabbed the knob and turned it all the way up to broil. Flames sprung up from inside the stove and immediately the box ignited. “We did it!” Robbin leaped into the air, pumping one of her fists and making her fat belly wobble happily. Cat’s eyes were again pulled down by the gravity of Robbin’s belly - not that she would ever use that metaphor out loud given her girlfriend’s distress about her fattening. After a moment, Cat forced herself to refocus. “Hopefully that’ll do the trick and we can just leave?” She frowned at that, remembering why she was here in the first place. “Julia’s going to be so upset with me…”“She’s not your biggest concern right now.” As if on cue, the 70s-esque ghost floated down from the ceiling, arms crossed as she glowered down at them.. “Uh oh,” Cat gulped.“Cat! It’s time to get the priest!” Robbin grabbed a pair of wooden spoons from a rack and held them in front of her like a cross. The ghost didn’t seem impressed. “Kids these days,” she muttered. A flick of her fingers separated the two spoons and pulled them from Robbin’s hands. Another gesture started pulling the gut-heavy girl towards the ghost, feet skidding on the stone tiled floor. Cat tried to grab her, but her feet were rooted to the spot.Robbin struggled, flailing and wobbling even as it pulled her closer. She kicked and swung with all her might, but her fists were useless.“What did I tell your friend?” The ghost chided, stopping Robbin’s skid with her palm facing towards the girl, only a foot or so away from her shimmering appearance. “This will be much easier if you just relax.”“Like hell I will!” Robbin attempted a headbutt but only managed to send herself somersaulting in mid air as her face passed through the ghost’s torso. She felt a shiver run through her to her very core and every tiny hair on her body stood on end. It was a particularly odd sensation as goosebumps coated her bloated belly. “Well, can’t say I didn’t try to warn you.” This time, the twirl of her fingers summoned a cinnamon bun, the sweet scent and gooey icing enough for Cat’s knees to go weak even from a few feet away. The confection was stuffed into Robbin’s mouth whole, making her cheeks puff out almost comically while the ghost watched with interest.Robbin scrunched her eyes shut and wrenched her neck away. She breathed out hard from her nostrils as she tried not to swallow, but the buttery cinnamon was melting against her tongue. She whimpered as her eyes fluttered open. She sniffed again, the bready sugary perfume filled her nostrils. There was another whimper, a moan and then resigned sigh as she swallowed the huge mouthful and then opened her mouth for more. The ghost grinned, the look of a predator having just cornered her prey. A new cinnamon roll appeared in her hand and then vanished into Robbin’s mouth just as fast. “Oh, I found it, didn’t I?”Robbin wasn’t sure what she’d been doing earlier. She remembered it being important, but right now she just couldn’t seem to hang on to it. She felt the first cinnamon bun settle in her gut and then her body begin expanding outwards. She was getting fatter? Was that a bad thing? Somehow, it didn’t matter as long as she had more cinnamon buns. “You have no idea how much pride I take in finding just the right treat for someone,” the ghost purred, conjuring another cinnamon roll to feed Robbin, a little slower and with a bit more care this time. “It’s like picking a lock in just the right way.”“I-”“Don’t worry, bubble butt,” the ghost shushed Cat, her mouth clamping shut again without her being able to control. Still feeding Robbin, a cinnamon roll popped into existence in front of Cat and crammed itself in her mouth with only a muffled squeal from her. “We’ll find yours later, but doesn’t mean you can’t have a snack for now.”Robbin’s gut spilled forward and began to fold over her panties. That milestone seemed to be enough for her to partially escape her trance and she grabbed at her belly, moaning in around her mouth full of pastry.

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Robbin scrunched her eyes shut and wrenched her neck away. She breathed out hard from her nostrils as she tried not to swallow, but the buttery cinnamon was melting against her tongue. She whimpered as her eyes fluttered open. She sniffed again, the bready sugary perfume filled her nostrils. There was another whimper, a moan and then resigned sigh as she swallowed the huge mouthful and then opened her mouth for more.

This drawing is part of a writing collab with venusderubens .
Flabbergasted! - Part NinePart 9“I figure that burning the Ouija board is our best chance of getting out of here slim enough to fit through the front door.” Cat winced at that image, one that she’d dealt with in a few body-image fueled nightmares before, but she kept herself focused on the task at hand. She shifted again, jeans groaning loudly. “And if that, you know, makes her even madder?”“Then maybe she’ll be distracted enough for you to escape and… I dunno… find a priest? Just don’t tell them you’re gay.” “Focusing on more exorcising than exercising?” Cat teased back before letting out a sigh. “We could probably find one who’s willing to overlook that at least. And, uh, for the record, you don’t look half bad like this,” she muttered, glancing away before holding out her hands.Robbin took her by the arm and helped her up. She blushed as the bottom heavy girl waddled past her. “I know it’s hypocritical to point this out while I’m bottomless, but I can see your whole ass right now. You’ve got a pretty major tear back there.”Cat’s face blushed hot enough that she was worried she’d start lighting up the room. She reached back and groaned, hands hitting bare skin and overtaxed panties before she found the split denim. “Oh god, my ass is huge…”“And I’ve got a beer gut. Thank god we didn’t dress up this year.” “I don’t know, it might’ve been fun,” Cat muttered, almost too quiet for Robbin to hear, even as she tried to tug her jeans into a slightly better position for coverage. They tip-toed through the house as quietly as their bulkier bodies would allow. The once solid floorboards seemed to creak and complain under their new girth, but for now, the ghost seemed to be gone - or at least ignoring them. “The kitchen’s on the next left,” Cat instructed, keeping her voice hushed. Though whispering probably wouldn’t do anything if the ghost really wanted to find them, it made her feel a little better. And doubly so when her eyes drifted to Robbin’s bobbling belly, her shirt having rode up above her belly button. “Can’t miss it, it’s… kind of nuts.”They rounded the corner into the kitchen. Robbin rushed over to the massive multi burner oven, gave a quick glance around, and then tossed the board inside In a single swift motion. She grabbed the knob and turned it all the way up to broil. Flames sprung up from inside the stove and immediately the box ignited. “We did it!” Robbin leaped into the air, pumping one of her fists and making her fat belly wobble happily. Cat’s eyes were again pulled down by the gravity of Robbin’s belly - not that she would ever use that metaphor out loud given her girlfriend’s distress about her fattening. After a moment, Cat forced herself to refocus. “Hopefully that’ll do the trick and we can just leave?” She frowned at that, remembering why she was here in the first place. “Julia’s going to be so upset with me…”“She’s not your biggest concern right now.” As if on cue, the 70s-esque ghost floated down from the ceiling, arms crossed as she glowered down at them.. “Uh oh,” Cat gulped.“Cat! It’s time to get the priest!” Robbin grabbed a pair of wooden spoons from a rack and held them in front of her like a cross. The ghost didn’t seem impressed. “Kids these days,” she muttered. A flick of her fingers separated the two spoons and pulled them from Robbin’s hands. Another gesture started pulling the gut-heavy girl towards the ghost, feet skidding on the stone tiled floor. Cat tried to grab her, but her feet were rooted to the spot.Robbin struggled, flailing and wobbling even as it pulled her closer. She kicked and swung with all her might, but her fists were useless.“What did I tell your friend?” The ghost chided, stopping Robbin’s skid with her palm facing towards the girl, only a foot or so away from her shimmering appearance. “This will be much easier if you just relax.”“Like hell I will!” Robbin attempted a headbutt but only managed to send herself somersaulting in mid air as her face passed through the ghost’s torso. She felt a shiver run through her to her very core and every tiny hair on her body stood on end. It was a particularly odd sensation as goosebumps coated her bloated belly. “Well, can’t say I didn’t try to warn you.” This time, the twirl of her fingers summoned a cinnamon bun, the sweet scent and gooey icing enough for Cat’s knees to go weak even from a few feet away. The confection was stuffed into Robbin’s mouth whole, making her cheeks puff out almost comically while the ghost watched with interest.Robbin scrunched her eyes shut and wrenched her neck away. She breathed out hard from her nostrils as she tried not to swallow, but the buttery cinnamon was melting against her tongue. She whimpered as her eyes fluttered open. She sniffed again, the bready sugary perfume filled her nostrils. There was another whimper, a moan and then resigned sigh as she swallowed the huge mouthful and then opened her mouth for more. The ghost grinned, the look of a predator having just cornered her prey. A new cinnamon roll appeared in her hand and then vanished into Robbin’s mouth just as fast. “Oh, I found it, didn’t I?”Robbin wasn’t sure what she’d been doing earlier. She remembered it being important, but right now she just couldn’t seem to hang on to it. She felt the first cinnamon bun settle in her gut and then her body begin expanding outwards. She was getting fatter? Was that a bad thing? Somehow, it didn’t matter as long as she had more cinnamon buns. “You have no idea how much pride I take in finding just the right treat for someone,” the ghost purred, conjuring another cinnamon roll to feed Robbin, a little slower and with a bit more care this time. “It’s like picking a lock in just the right way.”“I-”“Don’t worry, bubble butt,” the ghost shushed Cat, her mouth clamping shut again without her being able to control. Still feeding Robbin, a cinnamon roll popped into existence in front of Cat and crammed itself in her mouth with only a muffled squeal from her. “We’ll find yours later, but doesn’t mean you can’t have a snack for now.”Robbin’s gut spilled forward and began to fold over her panties. That milestone seemed to be enough for her to partially escape her trance and she grabbed at her belly, moaning in around her mouth full of pastry.