Everyday Life with Monster Nerd Girls (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Miia and Centorea (Monster Musume) Nerd TF and Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)

WORDS: 9000

The arrival of a strange manga at Kimihito's house precedes the drastic makeovers of Miia and Centorea. As the pair of monster woman become obsessed with new hobbies, they leave little time to pay attention to their increasing weight, degrading digestions issues, and drastic change in personality.

This story was for an anonymous commissioner.

Commission Info: https://www.deviantart.com/eyebeast/journal/Commission-Info-615442807

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            Even with her four, hooved feet, Centorea wasn’t able to catch whoever had been knocking at the door. Peeking her head outside, she swished about her ponytail of blonde hair and her pointed ears to see if she could spot whoever had been there moments prior. All she got in return was a slight breeze to ruffle the black skirt covering up her equine, lower half and the white blouse on her more human torso. Thinking it was just her imagination, the centaur flicked her tail of blonde hairs as she turned to go back inside.

            Centorea paused as she felt one of her hooves bump into something. Backing away from the entrance, she spotted a small package on the ground. Curious, she took the mystery box in her hands and brought it into the living room. Upon pulling away the outer packaging, what she discovered was a manga covered in strange runes and adorned with a black and white eye. While she was trying to figure out what the book could possibly be, her ears picked up something slithering towards her.

            “What do you have there?” Miia asked, the lamia doing her best to maneuver her red scaled, serpentine body around the furniture. Adorned in a blue skirt to cover her unmentionables and a yellow blouse wound around her chest, the snake woman pushed back the bangs of her long, red hair to get a good look at the strange book. “Did darling order this?”

            “This tome was addressed to me,” Centorea said, holding the book close to her chest. “Perhaps it was a gift given to me by my master to reward me for my service as his loyal knight.”

            Furrowing her brow and putting down her pointed ears, Miia slithered up closer to the centaur. “No, he clearly would have sent it to me,” she said, trying to snag the manga out of Centorea’s hand. “After all, I’m darling’s favorite.”

            Foiling the lamia’s approach with a shove of her large, lower half, Centorea took her chance to gallop off to her room. Getting inside and slamming the door shut just before Miia could catch up, she smiled to herself as she sat down amongst her bed spread. Normally the little squabble would summon forth the other denizens of Kimihito’s home, but he and the rest of the girls were out for the day. Content with the knowledge that the only other person in the house wouldn’t be bothering her, she ignored the frantic knocks at her door and opened up the manga to see what it was about.

            Though Centorea didn’t find anything to identify the book’s origin, what she did discover managed to capture her attention. The story itself was about a squadron of knights made up of humans and extra species alike fighting to defend the kingdom. The group bared the same name of the book, Knight Brave and claimed to embody the chivalrous values that the centaur adored. Engrossed by the art and characters, she began to quickly make her way through the tale. As she read panel after panel, she could feel something akin to a spell being cast on her. Though the sensation felt familiar, at the time she just assumed it was due to how good the story was.

            Reaching the end of the manga, Centorea’s appreciation for the valiant story was hindered slightly as her vision began to blur. As much as she had enjoyed indulging herself in the tales of swords and sorcery, she was a bit concerned at how much time she had wasted reading it. Her fuzzy eyesight was her sign to get up and step out to get a breath of fresh air. This plan was foiled as she opened up the door to see a furious Miia waiting out in the hallway.

            “Give me that,” Miia said, snatching the book out of Centorea’s hand.

            “How long was I in there?” Centorea asked, rubbing her forehead to try and regain her vision.

            Miia tilted her head. “It’s only been a minute,” she answered, turning away from an awestruck Centorea. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to enjoy this gracious gift from darling.”

            Watching the snake woman slither off with the book in question, Centorea thought about giving chase. However, a sudden lethargy managed to convince her to go back into her room. Deciding it wouldn’t be worth the effort to fight Miia, she settled back down onto her bedding. She would just have to wait until Kimihito and the others returned to bring up the matter. That and make a meal suitable for the sudden hunger pangs that were plaguing her stomach.

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            “I really didn’t have anything to do with it,” Kimihito answered, holding up the strange book in his hands before handing it back to Miia.

            “But I was certain that it was from you,” Miia insisted. “Who else would give me such a loving tale of romance between two fated loversh?”

            Miia paused for a moment as she placed her hand against her face. The strange noise had been one of many quirks her body had developed ever since the manga had arrived at the house. Dealing with her nerves by fiddling with the oil that had begun to cling to her hair, she took a deep breath and slithered after Kimihito.

            “If you’re not the one who gave the book to me,” she said, speaking slowly to avoid making the same, strange noise, “then who did?”

            The sight of Kimihito giving a shrug provided the opportunity Centorea had been looking for to snatch the book from the lamia. “Excuse me, but this is mine,” the centaur announced, her confident pose showing off the slight bump of fat in the middle of her torso. “Secondly, this isn’t about a love story. It’s a valiant tail of adventurers coming together to take down an evil sorceressh.”

            Even after hearing Centorea making a similar lisp, Miia was more focused on trying to prove her point. “I know it seems like that, but itsh really about the undertones,” she insisted, trying and failing to grab the manga back. Unable to reclaim the precious book, her vision focused on the centaur’s added weight. “Maybe you would understand that if you weren’t such a shtupid cow.”

            Flicking her tail, Centorea stomped towards Miia. “What did you call me?” she asked, making the lamia shirk back. Bending over the cowering snake woman, she pinched at the bit of pudge around Miia’s mid-section. “Besides, it looksh like I’m not the only one letting hershelf go.”

            “R-right, I’m shorry,” Miia said, her uncharacteristic meekness not going unnoticed by Kimihito. “You can have it but… would it be alright if I borrow it shometime?”

            With a huff, Centorea began to stomp away. “I’ll think about it,” she said, making her way towards her bedroom. “For now, jusht remember your proper place in this-“

            The centaur’s stride was interrupted by her running face first into a wall. Stumbling back in pain, she reached for her head to ease the soreness. Seeing the book drop from Centorea’s hands, Miia tried to use the opportunity to rush towards it. Before she could get her hands on the precious book, she was stopped by an unsettling rumble echoing through her ears. The next moment, she was sent rushing to the other side of the room as a fart blew out of the horse woman’s back end.

            “Yeah, that sherves you right!” Centorea shouted out, only to wince at her foul release.

            “Centorea, are you okay?” Kimihito asked. “You’ve been bumping into stuff a lot lately.”

            “It’sh fine, my vision has just been a little blurry,” the centaur replied.

            “I’ve… actually been dealing with something similar,” Miia spoke up.

            “Sounds like the two of you need a trip to the eye doctor then,” Kimihito pointed out. “I’ll try and get in contact with Ms. Smith to get an appointment set up.”

            “Whatever,” Centorea said, reclaiming her property and heading back to her room. “Just tell me when dinner ish ready.”

            The distant slam of the centaur’s door was followed by the sound of a squeak. Picking up a whiff of another foul odor, Kimihito turned towards Miia. What he saw as a splash of red along her cheeks and her hand pressed up against the added fat hanging around her body. Before he could say anything, she slithered past him like a bolt of lightning.

            “What’s gotten into those two?” he asked himself. “Maybe Ms. Smith will know.” His pondering was put on hold once he got another hint of Miia’s puff of gas. “First, let me see if I can change something about their diets.”

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            “Not again,” Kimihito cursed, his attempts to get in contact with Ms. Smith foiled once more. “It seems like she’s always out of the office.”

            “She is a pretty busy woman,” Lala the dullahan said as she bided her time polishing her scythe. Satisfied with the condition of her weapon, she moved her blue, disembodied head to stare at him with her yellow eyes. “Besides there are other people at the Cultural Exchange office that can help you out,” she continued, pausing to have one of her hands push back her long locks of white hair. “Ms. Smith isn’t the only one that works there.”

            “Yeah, but I was hoping she could explain what was going on with Centorea and Miia,” he explained. “They’re behaving weirder than usual. Not to mention their bodies are-“

            A loud crash from Miia’s room got Kimihito running. Sprinting towards her door, he opened it up to find out what was wrong. What he discovered was the lamia spread out on the floor with a pile of books covering up her head.

            “Miia are you okay?” he shouted out, rushing over to start cleaning up the mess.

            Emerging from the pile was the familiar pair of red ears, albeit holding up a pair of wide-rimmed glasses. “I’m jusht fine, darling,” Miia replied, keeping her hand over her mouth.

            As the lamia slithered out from beneath the books, Kimihito couldn’t help noticing the extra layer of thickness around her tail. The added pudge had managed to migrate towards her hips and backside to strain the fabric of her skirt. From beneath her shirt could be seen the bottom of her protruding potbelly. In spite of the bump the added weight had given to her already sizable breasts, she seemed meeker than ever as she carefully tried to clean up the fallen pile while keeping a hand to her face.

            “Miia, is everything alright?” Kimihito asked.

            “Yesh,” Miia said, the way spit leaked out from her finger tips making a shiver reach all the way through her tail.

            Grabbing her trembling arm, Kimihito managed to both feel the extra pudge hanging from it and pull Miia’s hand away from her face. The sudden motion resulted in a wayward fart squeaking its way out from the lamia’s rear. Though the smell was awful, it worked with him to fill the snake with embarrassment and leave her frozen for a moment. This gave him the perfect opportunity to see the cause of her constant lisping.

            “What happened to your teeth?” he asked, noticing her fangs bent in different directions and her front teeth being larger than normal.

            “I-I’m not shure,” she replied. “They jusht were like that when I woke up this morning.”

            “It might be something we have to look into alongside your dietary issues,” he commented as he waved away the remnants of her little outburst.

            “It’sh nothing really,” Miia insisted. “Ishn’t it enough that I have to wear theshe?” she asked, pointing towards her glasses.

            “Those are for helping you see better,” he explained. “The doctor said your eyesight was nearly as bad as Centorea’s. If there is something wrong with you, then we need to make sure to get you help before it gets any worse.”

            Coiling herself up, Miia began to nervously fidget with the tip of her tail. “I’m shorry for all the trouble.”

            Kimihito let out a sigh. “You don’t need to apologize. This isn’t your fault. Whatever is affecting you and Centorea is something we can-“            Another loud crash echoed through the house. The lingering tremor managed to both interrupt Kimihito and make another puff of gas slip out from the already humiliated lamia. Leaving Miia to pick up her books in peace, he ran back out into the hall to see what was going on. The sound of another powerful thud brought his attention towards Centorea’s room. Letting out a sigh, he began to calmly walk over to the door and knock.

            “You may UUUURRPP enter!” Centorea called out.

            Upon stepping into the room, Kimihito heard the crunch of an empty chip bag beneath his foot. It was one of many littering the once pristine room. Before he could even think about picking up the mess, the bags were scattered by the stomps of hooves and the swings of a fake sword.

            Seemingly ignorant of Kimihito’s presence, Centorea continued to slash around her weapon. Each shift of her body brought attention to the bulges sticking out from beneath her undercarriage and sticking out from her mid-section. Each swish of her tail showed the unflattering outline of her meatier rear beneath her skintight skirt. At risk of popping off another set of buttons from her blouse with her shaking tits, the centaur seemed completely focused on fighting a group of fake enemies.

            Centorea’s wild swinging came to a halt as a wayward strike hit the wall to create the same sound that had summoned Kimihito there in the first place. As the vibrations went up her chubby arms, they inevitably shook about the thick lenses of her glasses. Slipping off of her greasy nose, the spectacles were nearly crushed by her hooves as she stumbled around. Acting quickly, Kimihito managed to snatch up the glasses and place them back on the centaur’s nose.

            “What were you doing?” he asked as he adjusted the lenses.

            “I was practicing my shword shkills,” she replied, showing off a similar set of enlarged front teeth to what he had seen with Miia. “As you’ve probably sheen, my body hash been degrading lately.”

            Furrowing his brow, Kimihito picked up one of the chip bags. “It’s because you keep stuffing yourself with junk food.”

            “It’sh not my fault that I’m sho hungry all of the time,” she replied. Trying to stomp away in frustration only succeeded in putting Kimihito on the receiving end of a rumbling BRRRAAAPPPPPP from her rear.

            “I’m glad that you’re at least trying to do something about your weight problem,” Kimihito commented, “but you need to do it in a way that doesn’t damage the house.”

            “I would UUUUURRRP never!” she proclaimed, too caught up in the conversation to bother caring about the burp that she blew right in his face. “How else may I embody the shpirit of the valiant heroesh.”

            “The what?”

            Sheathing her sword, Centorea trotted over to her bed to pick up the Knight Brave manga. “Thish ish the epitome of chivalry,” she announced, holding up the book as if it were a holy relic. “Ergo, I will shpend my time trying to embody their valuesh the only way I know how.”

            “Sorry,” Kimihito said, taking back her sword, “but I can’t have you destroying the house.”

            “B-but master,” Centorea pleaded, tears starting to well around her eyes. “How else am I to properly worship the legendary knightsh?”

            Wiping the spit from his face, Kimihito took a second look at the manga. Flipping through its pages, he recalled seeing the characters somewhere. When he finally recognized who they were as characters he had seen on various ads, he found his solution. “I think I have an idea.”

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            Double checking to make sure that all of the proper wiring was in place, Kimihito slid out from beneath the desk. Balanced atop the new furniture was the best monitor money could buy along with a top grade computer that could run any game at the highest settings. The impressive setup also came with a custom-made desk intended to be at just the right height for a certain extra species woman.

            “All done,” Kimihito commented as he finished admiring his work. “Cerea, it’s all yours to-“

            “Out of the BWOOOOOOORRRPP way!” Centorea shouted as she moved Kimihito aside by impacting him with the doughy gut hanging off of her mid-section.

            Just barely able to stop himself from tumbling over, Kimihito turned back to see the centaur rapidly tapping her pudgy fingers against the new keyboard. Sliding around the mouse with surprising expertise, she showed off the newly attached braces clinging to her crooked teeth as she put the computer through its paces.

            Kimihito strained himself to look past Centorea’s thick bottom covered up by a blanket-like skirt to try and look at the screen. The task was made all the more difficult by her heavy bosom clad in a skintight shirt blocking out the view of the monitor. Even before he could get a good look, the way she swished about her tail and jiggling gut gave him an idea of what was going on. Sure enough, the reflection he saw on her glasses was the opening title screen of the “Knight Brave” game screen.

            “Thish ish it,” Centorea said as she rapidly typed in her login information. “I can’t wait to get shtarted.”

            “Hold on,” Kimihito spoke up. “Didn’t you say that you were going to do some exercises first? The other day you were freaking out about-“

            Kimihito was drowned out by a fart rumbling out of the centaur’s rear. The atrocious smell was enough to remind the two of them of her worsening digestive issues, but he seemed to be the only one affected by it. Centorea was more than content to continue stewing in her own fumes as she focused all of her attention on the character creation screen.

            “I’ll come check in on you later,” Kimihito said, covering up his face as she walked out of the room.

            “Yesh, of UUUURRP course,” Centorea replied, eagerly putting together a female, centaur knight that embodied the valiant chivalry she admired so dearly.

            Leaving the nerdy, chubby centaur to her new game, Kimihito decided to check on Miia. Arriving at her room, he was slightly disheartened to see a pile of emptied out snack bags in the corner. Though the trash was at least out of the way, it was still a sign that the lamia hadn’t followed any of the advice she had been given.

            Miia seemed ignorant of Kimihito’s presence as she lounged on the bed. Clasping between her plump fingers was one of the many volumes of romance manga she had acquired in exchange for making a visit to the dentist. Sliding up her glasses to avoid them from irritating the red bump at the tip of her nose, she showed a gleam of the metal lining her teeth as she smiled at the images on the page.

            Though Kimihito was happy to see the lamia enjoying herself, it wasn’t enough to overlook the extra layer of fat that he was certain came from her excessive snacking. The thicker blubber around her tail made her frequently shift around the limb to keep her comfortable on the bed. In her efforts to get in the right position, she ended up knocking over a pillow with the bubble butt barely concealed by her skirt. Momentarily looking away from her book, she reached out a pudgy limb towards the ground to grab the misplaced cushion. Unwilling to move too much, she frantically shook her drooping breasts within the confines of her tight t-shirt. Just as she managed to get the tips of her fingers to touch the cushion, she ended up going too far and fell out of the bed to land atop her chubby belly.

            The impact filled the room with a thunderous PHHHHRRRRRRRTTTTT from Miia’s rear. Trying to get herself upright further stunk up the room with her fumes as a loud belch forced her mouth open to show off her braces once again. Gas petering off, her more focused attention to try and get her body back in control led to her finally noticing Kimihito standing in the doorway.

            “D-darling,” Miia shouted, slithering her way onto the bed and trying fruitlessly to cover herself up with a blanket. “You should really learn to knock firsht.”

            “Sorry,” Kimihito said, trying his best not to embarrass her further by pressing through her lingering gas cloud. “I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright. How are those books?”

            Miia sheepishly poked her head out from beneath the covers. “T-they’re pretty good sho far,” she replied. “Thank you again darling for giving them to me. It’s a very shweet gift.”

            “I think you’ve more than earned it,” Kimihito said as he began to pick up her mess. “I saw how nervous you were at the dentist. It looked like you were about ready to jump out of your skin.”

            Miia scrunched up her chins as she looked at her pudgy form. “Maybe then I’d lose shome weight,” she bemoaned, hazarding to pinch the fat around her belly.

            “I’m sure we’ll come up with something,” Kimihito said, holding aloft bags of Miia’s empty food wrappers. “For now, just relax and enjoy your books.”

            “Shure thing, darling,” Miia said, giving him a small smile as he exited the room.

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            Peeking his head inside of Miia’s room, Kimihito was still left in awe in how much it had changed over the course of a single month. The once moderate living area had been turned into a wonderland of bright pinks and pastels. All along the walls were posters depicting characters from popular romance anime and manga. A glass case in the corner held a sizable collection of figures that varied in terms of size and price tag. Momentarily passing his eyes over the numerous charms, pins, and other trinkets decorating the room, he eventually made his way over to the most impressive piece of the lamia’s collection.

            Several bookcases were stuffed to burst with a vast collection that made it seem like the lamia was trying to start her own library. There were of course the manga that had taken up the majority of Miia’s attention, but there was also a collection of novels. Some were relatively light reading while others were multi-volume sagas containing thousands of pages. Much to the despair of Kimihito’s wallet, each one on the shelf had already been read through by her. While he did appreciate her enjoying her new hobby, the side effect of being so sedentary had only worsened her degrading condition.

            The bright, pink sheets of Miia’s bed were partially besmirched by leftover crumbs from her various snacks. The spilled morsels kept getting sucked up by her flabby gut as she rolled back and forth across the mattress. No longer able to fit on the bed, her thick tail was left to rest on the ground as it coiled around her latest collection of books. Watching the scales tighten up around the pile, Kimihito had to imagine that Miia was enjoying the book currently held tightly in her pudgy fingers.

            Careful not to surprise the lamia for fear of stirring up the gluttonous belly currently contained by her pink blouse, Kimihito tried to get closer to see what she was reading. While he couldn’t get a good view of the page, he did manage to see the third chin she had developed to go along with the chubby, pock-marked cheeks making up her face. Chewing on her lips with her metal-lined teeth, she would only let go of the book to either adjust her glasses or turn the page. The scene of serenity lasted until he noticed the bag of chocolates currently shoved in-between her meaty breasts.

            “Miia!” Kimihito called out, causing the lamia to let out a squeaky fart in response. “What did I tell you about snacking in-between meals?”

            “S-shorry,” she said, curling up tighter in the wake of her embarrassing outburst. “I wash planning on UUUUUURRRP sharing them with shomeone.”

            Kimihito perked up a bit. Ever since Miia’s changing condition she had been somewhat averse to leaving her room for anything other than food. “That’s good to hear,” he commented, helping shake off some of the lamia’s shynees. “Who is it?”

            “That would be me,” Mero answered, the mermaid making her presence known as she rolled her wheelchair into the room. “Miia invited me in to have a look at one of her books.”

            “I’m sho glad you could BWOOOOORRRRP make it,” Miia belched, her excitement helping her work through the embarrassment stemmed from the release. “It’sh right over here.”

            Slithering off of the bed, Miia made her way over to the closet. Just before she was about to open it, she cast a glance back towards Kimihito. Calming herself down and slowing her pace, she opened up the closet just enough to allow her to slide a hand inside. When she pulled her arm back out, she quickly slammed the door shut before showing off a new manga in her fingers.

            “This is it?” Mero asked, her pink fins twitching as she rolled up to Miia.

            “Yesh, it’sh aweshome,” Miia said, eagerly handing it over. “It’sh a tale of two loversh in the shwimming team. It’sh beginsh pretty shtandard but eventually… well, you’ll jusht have to shee for yourshelf.”

            Opening up the manga, the mermaid skimmed through until she reached towards the end. A certain grin spread along her face as she stared long at a certain image. “This is perfect,” she said, holding the book above her head. “A tale of star crossed lovers and all with a tragic heroine to make it perfect. Oh and I can already see the potential of the sex scenes at the-“

            “AH d-don’t shay it out loud,” Miia said, her nervous shaking letting loose a BRRRRAAAAPPPP from her thick rear in the process. “J-jusht promise you’ll bring it back when you’re done. We’ll talk about it then.”

             “Very well,” Mero replied, eagerly shaking about her fin as she made her way out of the room with her new treasure in tow.

            “Miia, what was that about?” Kimihito asked.

            “It’sh nothing, really,” she replied, trying to remain calm as she sat herself back down on the bed. “You shouldn’t worry about-“

            The tremor that cascaded through Miia’s body ended up in one of her top buttons flying off. Though this did leave a vast amount of her cleavage on the display, it also sent the misplaced object careening straight towards Kimihito’s head. His punishment only worsened as her attempt to console him ended up with him being bombarded with her flesh and flatulence. Managing to stumble his way out of her grasp and towards the door, he took a deep breath in the hallway before peeking his head back in.

            “We’ll have a talk about your diet later,” he replied. “For now, just try to hold off on over snacking until dinner is ready.”

            “Y-yesh darling,” she replied, trying to fix up her damaged clothing as he took his leave.

            Making his way down the hall, Kimihito picked up the sound of crashing coming from Centorea’s room. Fearing that she had found her sword again, he hurried off to avoid any more damage being done to the walls. His mad sprint was interrupted as he took a single step inside her room and ended up slipping on an empty energy drink can.

            Kimihito’s fall was punctuated with an unsettling rumble going through the room. Slowly picking himself up, he managed to see how the excessive banging had caused most of the Knight Brave merchandise lining the walls to fall onto the floor. Though they weren’t nearly as suggestive as Miia’s collection, the figurines were just as expensive with their dynamic poses and astounding attention to detail on their armor. Unfortunately, the impressive craftsmanship of the statues was hindered by both being illuminated by only the dim glow of a computer screen, alongside being contrasted against the various food and drink containers strewn across the floor.

            Not having to look hard for the cause of his fall, Kimihito found Centorea where she always was. Her chubby lower half was seated upon a series of food-stained cushions, with a skirt that just barely covered up the puffy butt cheeks that seemed to shudder in unison with the ominous groans. The centaur’s once magnificent locks of hair were now a greasy mess that loosely hung over her back flab ever since she gave up on bothering to tie up the strands in a ponytail.

            Making his way around towards the front of the equine woman, he spotted the doughty gut hanging out from the bottom of her black shirt. The logo of the Knight Brave game on the front of the top was distorted by the udder-like breasts hanging from her chest.  Barely able to make out the face of the main character of the game, it became near impossible as a dollop of drool slipped out of Centorea’s mouth to further besmirch the shirt.

            The spilled spit was spread across the fabric as the centaur slammed her pudgy fist against her desk. “Why doesh everyone online UUUURRRRRPRPPPP shuck?” she asked aloud, sending a spray of saliva from her braced teeth to splatter across the screen. With an annoyed sigh, she leaned herself forwards to clean the monitor. In the process, she ended up shoving her gut up against the desk and enveloping Kimihito in a rancid PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTTT that lifted up her tail.

            “It can’t be thish hard to find shomewhat decent teammatesh,” Centorea commented, fixing her glasses and scratching at her pimply, plump cheeks as she remained blissfully unaware of Kimihito’s suffering. “I jusht need shomeone I can rely on to do bashic tasksh.”

            “Centorea wants to play?”

            Turning his tearful eyes towards the door, Kimihito spotted the thin body and blue hair of Papi the harpy. True to her nature, her taloned feet were able to deftly avoid the garbage spread across the floor. Leaping over an empty cup of microwave ramen with the help of her blue feathered arms, she landed gracefully atop Centorea’s desk.

            “Papi can play with you if you want,” the harpy cheerfully chirped

            “Get out BOOOOUUURRRRP out of here, Papi,” Centorea said, shooing the bird woman away. “You don’t even have UUURRRPPP fingersh!”

            “I still want to play,” Papi whined. “Just move your fat butt over so I can have a turn.”

            “I shaid no!” Centorea said, making her point well-known by slamming both fists against the table and unleashing a truly awful BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP from her backside.

            Once again left to stumble in the wake of the centaur woman’s horrid gas, Kimihito was forced to make a retreat. His escape was hindered as he ended up tripping over the same can again. Though most of his body felt the hard impact of the floor, his face was cushioned by a pile of spilled noodles that had been sitting on the ground for an unknown amount of time.

            Picking himself up, Kimihito turned away from the sight of Centorea trying to desperately defend her computer setup from Papi. Ignoring the outbursts of gas and squawks, he re-examined the sorry state of the room. Even if he did manage to clean the place up, it would only be a matter of time before the stubborn centaur made a mess again. What he needed was someone that could easily suck up the dirt and grime. Someone that wouldn’t mind enduring the fumes of the nerdy horse woman. Who came to mind was someone that didn’t have a nose.

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            Having learned his lesson after getting tripped up countless times by misplaced food containers, Kimihito carefully tiptoed into Centorea’s room as he nudged open the door. This did allow him to avoid tripping over a can at the entrance, but he was soon stopped by a sudden realization. There were still wrappers and take out bags spread throughout the room, but there was a considerably smaller amount. That was all due in thanks to a very helpful slime that didn’t mind the nerdy centaur’s questionable living conditions.

            Moving around the room, Suu used her gelatinous hair tendrils to suck up any stains or crumbs she went over. She took on the task with her typically cheerful expression with her large, glossy green eyes. The blue coloring of her skin was a little darker thanks to the copious amounts of unhealthy food she was absorbing, but she was still eager to get the job done. Kimhito was cautious of the slime’s developing small potbelly, but it was nothing compared to the main culprit of the mess.

            “You’ve been doing a great job, Suu,” Kimihito said, giving the slime girl a gentle pat to the head. “Thank you for helping out with Centorea’s mess.”

            “No problem you %$&(+@#!”

            Kimihito paused with his jaw hanging open at the horrific thing he had just heard come from the slime girl’s mouth. “Suu, where did you learn something like that?”

            It came as no surprise to him as the gelatinous woman gestured towards the chunky form spread out on the cushions in front of the desk. Pushing through the lingering gas cloud created from a horrid fart from her thick rear, he pushed forward to meet her head on. As he came towards the front, he watched as a line of saliva leaked out from her braced teeth to slide down her chins and onto the heavily stained, black t-shirt covering up her massive breasts. Giving up on trying to figure out who was the character on the top getting their image distorted by her doughy gut, he did the only thing he could to get her bespectacled eyes off of the screen.

            “Cerea,” Kimihito began, yanking the mouse out of her plump fingers, “what have you been telling Suu?”

            “It’sh just a little BOOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRPPP trash talk,” Centorea replied, shoving a pudgy hand across her face to wipe off some of the weariness in her eyes and the grease secreted from the various red bumps lining her skin. “It helpsh my teammatesh get their UUUUURRRPPP buttsh in gear.”

            Kimihito gave the centaur a judgmental stare.

            Centorea let out a huff. “Even if it doeshn’t, my inshults manage to BWOOOOORRRRRPPP weed out anyone that can’t handle the hardesht dungeon. I just wish I had shomeone on thish game how knew how to-“

            A ding sounding from the computer got the centaur to look back at the screen. Fixing her glasses, she scratched at her chins as she read over a message in her inbox. As Kimihito leaned in to try and read what it said, the centaur took her opportunity to snag back her mouse.

            “Finally, shomeone with potential,” Centorea said, frantically typing away at her keyboard. “Not everyday I shee shomeone with shuch high level gear.”

            “Cerea, promise me you’ll stop saying such awful things in front of Suu,” Kimihito said.

            “Yeah, yeah,” Centorea replied, not even bothering to look his way.

            Taking the small victory where he could get it, Kimihito moved away just before another cloud of flatulence billowed out of the centaur’s backside. Stopping just long enough to give Suu another head pat, he headed back out into the hallway. Moments after sucking up a mouthful of fresh air, he was stopped as he heard a thud echo through the house.

            “Of course,” Kimihito breathed out as he began making his way to his other problematic housemate’s room.

            Hearing more thumping coming from inside, Kimihito hazarded peeking his head through the crack in the door. The first thing that stood out was the unmistakable black abdomen and silver hair of Rachnea the arachne. Next was the network of webbing spread across the ceiling in such a way that avoided getting stuck on any of the lamia’s precious collectibles. Then came the thing that kept the spider from noticing him with her six, glossy red eyes as he fully entered the room.

            Suspended by countless threads, Miia swung about her corpulent body through the room. In spite of the silk binding her thick tail to her equally enormous butt, she didn’t seem to mind her lack of control. In fact, she seemed quite enthusiastic about the way the threads squeezed around her drooping, meaty breasts and many belly folds. Her enjoyment was expressed clearly as a loud moan peeked past the binding over her braced teeth to bounce throughout the room.

            Even without her glasses, the moment Miia opened her eyes and saw the vague shape of Kimihito she began to panic. In spite of Rachnera’s protests she began to wildly swing herself back and forth. The act had the side effect of slamming her hefty form against the walls and stirring up her already uneasy digestion. Her swinging grew faster as gas began to blast out of both ends. Eventually the frantic struggling and force of the outbursts proved too much for the silk as she was sent crashing to the ground.

            “Are you alright?” Kimihito asked, pushing through the noxious fumes to check on Miia.

            “Y-yeah, I’m jusht UUUURRP fine,” Miia belched, knocking off the few strands that had managed to cling to her pimply face.

            “Rachnera, what were you thinking?”

            “Hey, this wasn’t my idea,” the arachne replied, holding up her clawed fingers. “She’s the one that wanted to get tied up like that. Said it was something she saw in one of her dirty magazines.”

            “What?” Kimihito asked, the moment he turned to look at the snake woman providing the perfect opportunity for the spider woman to scurry out of the room. “Miia, why would you do something like that?”

            “Becaushe… it looked really fun,” Miia replied, nervously pressing her pudgy fingers together. “At leasht… in the manga I UUUURRRPP read.”

            Kimihito wanted to scorn the lamia for her poor choice in entertainment, but the meek look in her eyes stopped him from saying anything. Instead, he made his way over to her bed to pick up the books spread out on the mattress. Flipping through the pages, he eventually found the scene in question. Comparing the strangely well detailed images to what he had walked in on, he immediately saw the similarities. There were obvious places that the snake girl had needed to make creative liberties to make it work for her unique body type, but she appeared to embody the same excitement of the girl drawn in front of him. Seeing the less then dignified look of ecstasy on the illustrated woman’s face made him rethink the image he had of the meek lamia. Still, the sheer amount of effort she had put into recreating the images on the page were enough to make him become curious.

            “So… what’s the story for this one?” Kimihito asked, placing Miia’s glasses on her greasy nose and holding up the book.

            “It’sh nothing special,” Miia answered as she nervously fiddled with her unkempt hair.

            “I doubt that considering you went to this much trouble,” he replied, gesturing towards the layers of silk still wrapped around her body. “You could at least tell me the general plot points. Then I’ll make my own decision.”

            A slight gleam appeared in Miia’s eyes. “Well, if you BWOOOOORRRRRP shay sho. You shee, it all shtarts when thish princessh meetsh a sheamtressh shorcerer…”

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            Hours spent staring down at pages of black and white images led to Kimihito nearly going blind as he peeked up his head from the manga to look at the bright pinks of Miia’s room. Rubbing his eyes to try and clear his vision, he saw a vague shape in front of him. While he waited to his vision to correct itself he could already tell who it was thanks to the large, glass ovals, the dozens of red bumps lining their chubby face, and the set of metal-lined, buck teeth and fangs currently smiling at him.

            “Shoooooo,” Miia began just as Kimihito’s eyes adjusted to the glossy, oily sheen on her red locks. “What did you UUUURRRPP think?”

            “Yeah, it was pretty good,” he replied, his time reading alongside the nerdy snake woman having given him a resistance to her frequent expulsions. “Although, I think I preferred Love Lamia Loss better.”

            “Ah,” Miia began, unwittingly spraying spittle on his face, “I shee what you mean.” Noticing the dribble on her chins, she took the moment to try to clean it up. For lack of anything better on hand, she attempted to wipe off the drool with her shirt. This unfortunately further stretched the fabric up against her sagging mammaries and distorted the image of a heart across the heaving pair. “But, I shtill think it was UUUURRPP worth a read for the premishe alone,” she finished, giving up and just wiping herself off with the back of her pudgy fist.

            “It did have some good ideas,” Kimihito replied, seeing her plump tail sway back in forth in ecstatic agreement. The cheerful expression on her face helped him to deal with the resulting squeaky fart that slipped out of her plump backside and fluttered her skirt. “Maybe if the author had a little more time, they could have had a chance to better develop the characters.”

            “I BWOOOOORRRRPPP agree,” Miia replied, clasping her hands together and resting them on the bare, bulged out belly sticking out from beneath her top. “But alash, thish ish what we have. Don’t worry, I have shomething elshe I want to share with you that will really get you excited.”

            Finished with cleaning off his own face of spit, Kimihito watched Miia as she squirmed about on her corpulent body like a slug to approach her closet. Though he had been initially worried about her degrading condition, the lack of an obvious answer of how to change her back made him try to think of this in another light. Sure, she was constantly ripping through clothing and her gas problem was getting worse by the day, but she seemed to be happy. Not to mention, he was starting to enjoy the little book club the lamia had started with him and a few of the other extra species women in the house. Even if that did mean the occasional peek at Miia’s more questionable collection.

            As the lamia opened up her closet, Kimihito’s eyes couldn’t help noticing the number of “toys” Rachnera had lent Miia to indulge her poorly hidden fetishes. Attempting to play it off like the lamia’s girth had blocked his view, he tried to appear ignorant as he skimmed through the pages of his manga once more. That was until her pudgy fingers placed another, very familiar book in his hands.

            “Miia, where did you get this?” Kimihito said, holding up the infamous copy of the Knight Brave manga that had appeared around the same time her and Centorea’s bodies started to change.

            “Centorea shaid she didn’t’ BWOOOOORRRPP need it anymore,” Miia replied, hoisting herself up onto the bed, leaving just the edge of the king-sized mattress free for Kimihito. “Sho she gave it back to me. Now I’m giving it to you. Thish way you can UUUURRPP experience the shame love shtory that got me into reading romance booksh.”

            “Thank you very much, Miia,” Kimihito replied, trying not to ignore the sweat clinging to her palms as he took the book. “I’ll start reading it right away.”

            “I jusht know you’re going to BWOOORRRPP love it,” Miia said, giving him a gentle push with her tail to contrast against the smell of junk food clinging to her breath. “If you don’t mind, I um… have shomething to take care of. Would you mind giving me shome privacy?”

            “Sure thing,” Kimihito said, having a good idea of what she meant. “I’ll see you later for dinner, right?”

            “Of OOOUUURRRPPP courshe,” she answered, shuffling her obese body not so subtly over to the closet

            As soon as Kimihito entered the hallway and closed the door, his ears picked up the sound of random items being rummaged through in Miia’s room. Waiting just a few seconds more, he could pick up the distinct sounds of heavy breathing mixing in with her usual output of gassy expulsions. Leaving just as a moan was overshadowed by a rumbling BRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPP, he started to make his way over to the living room.

            Just as he was about to lay down on the couch and settle in, Kimihito gave the manga another look. No longer having to play referee on the object’s ownership provided him a chance to give it a closer inspection. What he discovered was a familiar series of sigils that brought him back to an incident involving an equally mysterious book created by a grimoire girl to momentarily capture him and many others in a fantasy high school.

            Rolling off the couch with the cursed manga in hand, Kimihito’s first instinct was to try contacting Ms. Smith again. This plan was foiled moments later after he recalled that it had been near impossible to even get a single text from her. Lacking a better means to resolve the situation, he decided that the best course of action was to ask the person who brought the book into the house in the first place.

            As Kimihito made his way over to Centorea’s room, he spotted Suu sitting outside the door. The slime girl’s mass had taken on a darker tone to go alongside the large amount of junk food she consumed on a daily basis. Pressing her fingers into her bulged out potbelly, she looked up at him as if expecting something.

            “You’ve been doing a great job,” Kimihito said as he rubbed her head. “More than enough to deserve a break. How is Cerea doing?”

            “Fat ass is at her computer doing $@%& with some $%!&@ on her ^@$# game.”

            “Um, thank you for letting me know,” he replied, giving her head one last pat before stepping inside.

            Wading through the pile of trash on the floor, Kimihito approached the massive horse behind balanced on a set of well-used cushions. The entire bottom part of Centorea’s body was left bare. Her nudity sprung from a combination of her struggling to find clothes that fit and an overall apathy towards caring about her appearance. In spite of her exposed, chunky body, her more sensitive areas managed to remain somewhat decent thanks to her meaty ass cheeks and the tail of unwashed hair hanging above her nether regions. That was until a prolonged PHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRTTTTTT erupted from her rear to lift up the unkempt strands and add a new layer of stink to the room.

            Even after multiple weeks spent having to deal with Centorea’s gas, Kimihito was still left teary eyed as he stumbled out of the direct line of fire. Determined by his need to get to the bottom of things, he pressed on to stumble his way over to her desk. Careful not to nudge against the computer mouse clutched tightly in her fingers, he attempted to look for the right moment to interrupt her. That was easier said than done.

            Centorea’s bespectacled eyes were completely focused on the screen in front of her. She didn’t seem to care or notice the way her mouth hung open to let drool leak from her buck teeth and cascade down her chins. The spittle hitting her exposed breasts did little to dissuade her from continuing to play. The only time she seemed to stop typing on the keyboard was to scratch at her multiple belly folds or rub the grease off of her pimply cheeks. Thankfully enough for Kimihito, he saw his chance once she hit a loading screen, and she reached out to chug one of the many energy drink cans on her desk.

            “Cerea, we need to talk,” he began. “It’s about-“

            “BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPP I know, I know,” the centaur replied, trying to wave him off. “I promishe I’ll clean up my room later.”

            “It’s not that. I wanted to talk to you about-“

            Another BRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPP from her rear stopped Kimihito once more.

            “Yesh, I’ve been trying to shtop curshing in front of Shuu,” she replied, pausing for a moment to stuff her face with a handful of cheese snacks. “But it’sh not my fault. My teammate hash an even worshe mouth than me.”

            “Cerea, no. I’m just trying to ask about-“

            “Hold on,” she said, whipping about her frayed locks of blonde hair into his face. “My que jusht finished. I’m shtartign the next raid.” Completely disregarding Kimihito, she pulled the headset around her face and focused on the new avatar that walked onto screen. “Shorry, for the wait.”

            “Yeah you should be BWOOOOOORRRP shorry,” said the voice on the other side. “If we want to get the right gear for the next raid we can’t UUUURRRP be shloppy like that.”

            “Hold on,” Kimihito said, recognizing a tone on the husky woman’s words. “I think I know who that is. Cerea, where did you find them?”

            “They shent me an invite shortly after I shtarted the game.”

            Looking at the avatar’s long black hair and glasses, Kimihito only needed to see the username to put thing together. “Ms. Smith, what’s going on here?”

            A deep sigh was heard over the microphone. “Huh, guessh I can’t BWOOOOORRRP fool you that eashily,” replied user QueenSmithSan25.

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            An awkward silence hung in the air as Kimihito sat in Ms. Smith’s house. Sitting opposite of him was the infamous woman herself, trying to avoid eye contact. That became easier than expected as her wide-rimmed glasses continued to jiggle around her pox-marked nose to bounce against her chubby cheeks.

            “So you’re the one who sent the manga to the house,” Kimihito accused, pointing his fingers at Smith and the Knight Brave t-shirt stretched across her chunky torso.

            “Yesh,” she replied, squirming in her seat as a fart rumbled out from between her pudgy butt cheeks. “That manga wash created by the grimoire girl shortly before you ran into her. It wash her attempt to make a different kind of UUUUURRRPPP fantashy to trap people in. She had to get rid of it becaushe it had shome unruly… shide effects,” she finished, sinking her brace-lined teeth into her lips as the last words fell out.

            “So this was her fault?”

            “No, not at all,” Smith replied, waving about her plump fingers. “She gave me the book to dishposhe of it. I wash sho deshperate to relive those high school OOOUUURRPP daysh. By the time I figured out what wash happening, it wash too late.”

            “Is there a way to reverse the effects?”

            “Kind of,” Smith said, rubbing her thick thighs together. “The grimoire ish currently creating a new book to UUUURPPP change ush back, but it’sh taking a while. I don’t know when she’ll be finished.”

            “If that’s the case, then why did you send it to the house?”

            A sly smirk appeared on Smith’s face. “Becaushe I needed shomeone to play with. Centorea sheemed like the perfect fit.” Leaning her back fat against the couch, she gestured towards the expensive looking computer setup in the corner. “She’s proven hershelf more than BWOOOOOOORRRPPP capable with helping me on the harder raidsh.”

            “What about Miia then?”

            “The grimoire did tell me that the effectsh can vary from pershon to pershon based on their pershonality. The lamia jusht got a different kind of BWOOOOOOORRRPPP nerd makeover.” Pausing for a moment, she wiped the drool from her lips to scratch at her chin. “By the way, how hash she been doing?”

            “Aside from the lack of self-confidence, weight problem, and digestion issues, Miia seems to be adapting fine,” Kimihito replied. “I wonder if she’ll still want all her books, figurines, and, um, toys when she changes back.”

            “Like I shaid,” Smith spoke, having to pause for another fart billowing out, “it’ll be a while before we can UUUURRRP change her back. In the meantime, hash she tried to play the game? We could alwaysh use another BWOOOOOORRRP player.”

            The glare in Kimihito’s eyes gave her an answer that made her shudder in her seat.

            “R-right,” she said, a nervous laugh parting her lips to go alongside the equally anxiety fueled, squeaky fart. “Can’t blame me for trying.”