More and More Kobayashi to Love! (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Characters Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting) and Kobayashi TF

WORDS: 6000

Tohru uses a forbidden recipe thinking it will give her "more of Kobayashi to love". But the recipe instead causes Kobayashi to grow fatter and gassier, and anyone who inhales her gaseous outbursts becomes more like her. Can any of the other dragons stop this pandemic, or will they too turn into gassy office-worker blobs?

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            The ancient black cauldron was the only light in the Kobayashi household to illuminate its creator’s pair of horns and lacy headwear. It’s bubbling, purple surface became even more disturbed once Tohru used her gloved hands to sprinkle in a powder brought from her world. Pouring in a variety of different liquids, the dragon maid’s green tail swayed from beneath the hem of her skirt. Careful not to get any of the brew onto her outfit, she diligently followed every step to create a potion capable of getting her heart’s desire.

            No one could deny that Tohru loved her master, Miss Kobayashi. However, the constant long hours at the office meant the human was typically too tired to do much when she returned home. Though the maid had tried many things in the past to remedy this, nothing seemed to work. That was until she found in a dusty old tome adorned with a black and white eye a recipe for an elixir. While she couldn’t quite understand the details of what the concoction was supposed to do thanks to the age of the text, she was able to read the phrase “Make More to Love.”

            Sensing that her master was near, Tohru sped through the rest of the process. She managed to stow away the brew just as she heard the jingling of keys on the other side of the door. Dismissing the cauldron and ingredients with her magic, she quickly turned on her heels and tried to put on the most innocent looking smile she could muster.

            “I’m home,” Kobayashi announced ss her head of coral hair poked through the door. Stepping inside and removing her coat, she fixed up her white dress shirt and loosened the yellow tie around her neck. “Kanna is staying over at a friend’s house tonight. I know we haven’t had a chance to really relax lately, so I went ahead and called…”

            Kobayashi trailed off upon seeing the strange look in the dragon maid’s eyes. “What are you up to?” she asked as she adjusted her glasses.

            “Nothing gets by you, Miss Kobayashi,” Tohru said, proudly presenting the brew contained within a re-used bottle of her master’s favorite liquor.

            “Tohru, thank you so much,” Kobayashi said, graciously accepting the tainted drink. “Let me go grab some glasses from the kitchen and we can share this.”

            “There’s no need for that,” Tohru replied, trying to ease her master’s suspicions with a friendly laugh. “You do so much to take care of us that I think you’ve more than earned a treat just for you.”

            Normally Kobayashi would press the issue, but the sheer stress of the week she had survived meant that she was willing to overlook her maid’s odd behavior. “Alright,” she said taking off the strangely loose top of the bottle. “I’ll take the first swig, but make sure you try some too later. I don’t want to hog it all.”

            “You can count on it,” Tohru answered, eagerly watching as the office worker put the bottle to her lips.

            What started out as a polite taste to savor the flavor only lasted for the first few of Kobayashi’s sips. From there, whatever was inside of the concoction worked alongside the human’s already impressive affinity for liquor. Hoisting up the bottle, she proceeded to guzzle down the drink at an astounding pace. Only breaking to take a breath, she let out one satisfied gasp after another as she fully enjoyed her “gift.”

            Tohru’s poorly hidden grin began to falter as she spotted movement coming from around her master’s mid-section. Too busy chugging down the drink at an alarming rate, Kobayashi remained ignorant as part of her belly began to peek out from beneath the once-loose fitting shirt. More of her body went through a similar growth spurt to strain her black pants and turn her formerly flat chest into a set of grapefruit-sized breasts.

            Emptying out the last few drops from the bottle, Kobayashi made the most out of her newly fattened fingers to beat against the bottom. Once it was clear that she wasn’t getting anymore liquor from the container, she let it lazily roll down her thickened chin and bounce off of her bosom. The impact brought about a rolling BOUUUUURRRPPP from her throat to jiggle around her newly 300 pound body. The look in her eyes said that her drastic increase in weight was far from being a concern to her at the moment.

            “Toooooo-UUUURPP-ruuuuuu,” Kobayashi began, swaying about on her chunky legs. “Do you have any more special BWOOOOORPPPP booze?”

            “Er, no,” Tohru said, watching her master struggle to stay upright. “Are you feeling alright?”

            “Never hic better,” she replied beating a palm against her doughy belly. “Or at least I will be once I get my hands on more-“

            An unruly rumble going through the human’s body made her stop in place. Beating against her chest, she tried to calm her digestion by letting out a series of belches. When that failed to be enough for her stomach, it found its own way to relieve the pressure. This was done by her straining the fabric of her tight pants to widen her stance and unleash a billowing BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPP from her rear.

            “Ahhhhhh, I feel so much UUUUURPPP better,” Kobayashi said, ignorant to the smell that filled the room.

            Over the sound of Kobayashi’s gas bubbles and her own coughing, Tohru heard the front door begin to open again. Peeking past her fattened up master, she spotted a familiar head of black and purple hair. At first this woman looked like a normal office worker with her glasses and grey blazer. However, the assumed privacy of the Kobayashi household allowed her to shed her usual disguise to reveal the singular, curvy horn sticking out of her forehead.

            “Thanks again for inviting me over,” Elma said, stretching out her arms and finned, blue tail as she stepped inside. “I even brought some extra snacks to…”

            Elma dropped her jaw and her package of sweets as she spotted what had become of Kobayashi. “What happened to you?”

            “Hey there UUUUURPPP Elma,” Kobayashi said, waving around a pudgy hand. “Thanks for bringing the hic cakes. Should go well with the drink Tohru gave me.”

            The comment made Elma’s eyebrows furrow. Looking past the drunken human, she set her sights on her fellow dragon. A single glance at the guilty look on Tohru’s face shattered any chance at her feigning ignorance. Clenching her fingers, Elma squeezed past Kobayashi to confront the maid.

            “What did you give her?” Elma asked, her face mere inches from Tohru’s.

            “Just a little concoction I found in a book Lucoa lent me,” Tohru answered, adding a nervous laugh that did little to dissuade her friend’s anger.

            “I know how much you love Miss Kobayashi,” Elma began, forced to pause to let another PHHHRRRRTTTTT rumble out of the human’s backside. “But even this is too much for you. What kind of weird fantasies do you have about her?”

            “I didn’t mean to turn her into this,” Tohru said in defense. “All the book told me is that it would give me more of her to love.”

            “Well there certainly is more of her,” Elma shot back, gesturing towards Kobayashi’s belly.

            Tohru crossed her arms and gave Elma a glare. “That’s a lot coming from someone who routinely shows off her potbelly whenever she overindulges in this world’s sweets.”

            Red with anger and embarrassment, Elma gritted her teeth. “That is nothing compared to what you did to her. Come on. I’m dragging the two of you over to see Lucoa so that she can-“

            A sudden tug brought Elma’s face away from Tohru and slammed it into Kobayashi’s belly folds. Though she managed to free her head, she was still kept in place by the strangely strong thick arms. Struggling only pulled her in closer to smother her face in-between the recently engorged bosom. When she finally managed to free her head from the cleavage, she looked up to see the drunken, disappointed gaze on her captor’s face.

            “Don’t leave so soon,” Kobayashi said. “The party is just getting hic started. Let me get some more… more… hold on.”

            With a grunt, Kobayashi sent a shudder through her flab. The push allowed a rancid plume of gas to sputter out from her backside. At ground zero of the gas bomb, Elma was forced to open her mouth in a poor attempt to cough out the foul air.

            Elma’s parted lips proved too tempting to the inebriated Kobayashi. Hoisting up her captive, the human locked their mouths together for a kiss. The already sloppy make out session took a turn for the worse as a belch rolled up the fat woman’s throat to blow into Elma’s body. Watching as more burps came pouring out to torment her companion, Tohru wasn’t sure to be empathetic or jealous.

            With a sudden thud, Elma dropped to the floor. The sound of the impact came with a strange, padded noise that seemed out of place. The source of the inconsistency came to light once she picked herself up and showed off the hole in the back of her pants. Through the opening, her ass fat was free to start peeking out in order to match with the rest of her body starting to plump up.

            In spite of her drastically increasing weight, Elma didn’t seem all that concerned. In fact, she seemed completely ignorant to the way her pudgy fingers tapped against her drooping gut. Fixing her glasses, her lazy gaze surveyed the way her clothes tightened up around her fat form. Rather than her widened hips or her chunky limbs, what she seemed most fascinated with was the extra meat that had layered itself onto her chest.

            “Awww,” Elma said, grabbing her bosom and shifting it up and down. “I was hoping that they would’ve gotten UUUURRRPP bigger.”

            “But, they’ve always been big for you,” Tohru pointed out.

            “Don’t BWOOOOOORRPPP ridiculous,” Elma belched back. “I’ve been flat for my entire life. You sure you don’t have me confused with Elma or Lu… Luco… oh, hold on.”

            Perhaps in an effort to clear her mind, Elma began to jiggle around her body. The sloshing sound that should have only been brought about by copious amounts of alcohol filled the room as she continued to shake. The spectral booze lingering in her system proved to be the perfect catalyst to creating a rumbling BRRRRAAAAAPPPP to rival Kobayashi’s earlier outbursts.

            “Ahhhh, that feels so much hic better,” Elma commented. “But I am kind of thirsty. Tooooooohru, get met another BWOOOOORRPPP beer.”

            Tohru let out a huff. “Absolutely not. You’re a mess. Besides, I only serve my master.”

            Elma shot her a confused look. “Yeah, that’s me. Miss UUUURPP Kobayashi. Isn’t that right, Kobayashi?”

            “That’s BWOOOORRRPP right,” Kobayashi answered back. “Although, I’m the bigger UUURPP Kobayashi so that makes me more suited to the hic position.”

            The offhand comment made Tohru take a step back. True to her master’s word, it appeared as though her body had put on an extra hundred pounds over the course of Elma’s transformation. In spite of this, the human’s work clothes had managed to stay intact, albeit being stuck at a size that was just barely able to contain her girth.

            An unsettling feeling brought Tohru’s attention back to her fellow dragon. The outfit that Elma was wearing was already covered in a series of different breaks and tears. However, the various rips began to mend themselves as her overall appearance began to change. Though this did mean losing her outer jacket, her undershirt was reformed into a white dress shirt similar to Kobayashi’s. As she obtained a purple neck tie that slipped between her tits, a set of familiar black pants looked to be painted across her lower body in order to contain her thick thighs.

           As Elma’s glasses shifted to be an exact copy Kobayashi’s, her hair was blown back by taking another one of the office worker’s belches to the face. When her strands settled, they moved on their own to tie up into a ponytail. With the addition of the dangling locks on the side of her face, the only thing that kept her differentiated from Kobayashi was the horn in the center of her forehead, the tail flapping against her fragrant backside, and the fact that she was only slightly smaller than the human.

           “Tooooohr-BWOOOOOOUUUUURRPPP-ruuuuuuu,” the original Kobayashi droned on, waddling forward with Elma still clutching to her fat. “Where is the booze? The party is just getting UUUURRPP started.”

           “Miss Kobayashi, I don’t think that’s a wise decision,” the maid replied, backing away and shuddering at the thought of being the voice of reason in the room.

           “Come BOOOOOUUURRRPPP on,” Elma belched out, her voice eerily similar to Kobayashi’s. Releasing herself from the human, the act of her bumping her belly into a wall let slip a PHHHHHRRRRTTT from her rear. “If you don’t want to tell us, we can always hic kiss you until you do.”

           “Really?” Tohru asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought of getting a willing kiss from her master. Her eagerness lasted up until another BRRRRRAAAAAAPPP from Kobayashi made her regain her senses. “N-no thank you. Right now, we have to focus on getting you two back to normal. Let me give Lucoa a call and I’ll-“

           At the last second, Tohru managed to leap backwards to avoid getting squashed beneath Elma’s girth. Though her fellow dragon had retained some of her supernatural agility, her drunken and heftier form made her attacks easy to dodge. In spite of this, Tohru couldn’t help herself from getting distracted by Kobayashi’s attempts to follow suit. A mix of concern and fascination with the office worker’s jiggling form trying to move around made it near impossible for the maid to pay attention to the danger right in front of her.

           With Elma drawing closer and closer to cornering her, Tohru rattled her brain to try and think of a solution. Though she was certain that she could easily fight off the two, she wasn’t prepared to see if the extra blubber would properly cushion them from the blows. Running away was an option, but Kobayashi’s constant wobbling demanded that she stay in close proximity to ensure that she didn’t hurt herself. Left with very few options, Tohru was forced to give the drunken, obese women exactly what they wanted.

           Slipping by Elma’s blubbery arms, Tohru managed to run her way into the kitchen. Though Kobayashi stomped forward to try and embrace her beloved maid, she was stopped by a familiar clink of aluminum. Her eyes went wide as she spotted in Tohru’s hands a can of beer. Before her pudgy fingers could grab her precious booze, her maid threw it, along with the rest of the six pack into the living room.

           Watching Elma dive towards the cans, Tohru only breathed a sigh of relief once Kobayashi shuffled over to join her doppelganger. Watching the pair crack open the booze, she winced as the ale sprayed out to cover both them and the floor. Though the mess brought a momentary pause, the fattened women were quick to recover and chug down what they could. Finishing off their cans with a bombardment of burps, they crushed them against their belly folds before opening up another set.

           While the Kobayashis continued to drink through their collection, Tohru made the call to Lucoa in the hopes of getting some backup. After conveying what she could over the sound of the drunken pair’s gassy expulsions, she was instructed to keep her distance until the other dragon arrived. During that time, Tohru had to go through the apartment’s entire liquor collection to appease the drunks. When the liquor was starting to get low, further time was found by tossing out Elma’s discarded sweets, alongside whatever other snacks she could manage to find. This did have the adverse side effect of worsening the women’s weight problem, but every extra second found was worth it.

           Tohru’s attention on the dwindling supplies of food and drink meant that she didn’t notice something land on the balcony outside. That was until she heard a light tap on the glass door. Looking up from the slobby drunks, she spotted the welcome sight of Lucoa’s yellow and green tipped hair. Grateful to see the dragon woman with the bountiful bosom and pink cap flanked by a pair of horns, Tohru carefully flew over the drunks in order to make her way to the other side of the room. Carefully slipping outside, she slid the door closed behind her.

           “Thank you so much for coming here so quickly,” Tohru said to Lucoa.

           “Anytime,” she replied, a smile on her face as she approached the glass. Opening up the lids of her typically closed eyes, momentarily revealed their different shades of green and black. “Hmm, this is a lot more serious than I thought.” Feeling a rumbling fart tremble through the glass, she wisely stepped away for fear of getting a whiff of the noxious fumes.

           “Is there a way to change them back?” Tohru asked.

           “I’m not sure,” Lucoa replied with a shrug. “That book I gave you was just something I had laying around. I never actually used it myself. If we need a way to return them to their normal selves, then that would be the first place to look. Where is it right now?”

           “Oh, I hid it in a special place so that Kobayashi wouldn’t find it,” Tohru proudly stated.

           The dragon maid’s proclamation fell apart as the sound of something being ripped apart echoed out from inside. Looking back into the apartment, the dragons expected to see torn clothing. Instead, they were distraught to witness the drunken slobs tearing pages out of the book Tohru had accidentally forgotten to put away.

           “I don’t see any BWOOOOORRRPPP booze here,” Kobayashi said as she pawed through the pages, leaving droplets of her own drool along the pages in the process.

           “Keep looking,” Elma replied, blowing away some of her own discarded pages with a brunt BRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPP. “Tohru must have hid it hic somewhere.”

           “Hmm,” Lucoa hummed as she tapped a finger against her chin. “That’s not good. Maybe we should call in back up? Perhaps someone like Fafnir?”

           “I doubt we have anything to offer him to make him deal with how they are right now,” Tohru replied. “We need to get that book away from them.”

           “That’s obvious,” Lucoa said turning her back to the window to address the maid. “How fast are they?”

           “Kobayashi is moving as expected, but Elma still has some of her dragon speed in spite of her added fat.”

           “Then we should probably try to get the book from them while they’re still distracted. If we’re lucky, we might be able to trick them into-“

           The jerking slide of the door behind Lucoa was followed by the odor from inside drifting out into the balcony. In the wake of a UUUURRRPPP coming out to further stir up the toxic fog, she couldn’t help staggering from the aroma. This proved to be the perfect opportunity for Elma to grab her by the waist and pull Lucoa into a hug.

           “Lucooooooaaaaaaaaa,” Elma said, squeezing her fellow dragon up against her tits. “What are you doing BWOOOOORRRPPP here?”

           “MMMPPPH!” Lucoa called out, her voice muffled by Elma’s belly fat.

           “Ehehehe, that hic tickles,” Elma replied. “You keep that up and I’ll-“

           Elma’s warning came a little too late to prevent the PHHHHRRRTTTTTT from spurting out of her rear. As the gas enveloped the pair, Tohru watched as Lucoa’s struggling grew weaker with each passing second. She had seen a similar lethargy before that had ended up swallowing Elma’s personality. However, there was little she could do as Lucoa’s desperate gasp for air left her open for a kiss that blew a tainted belch down her throat.

           With each gassy burp Lucoa swallowed, Elma’s hold on her became less effective as her captive took on more weight. Though her breasts had originally been her most distinctive feature, they seemed to be the part of her that was least affected by the increase in mass. Her butt cheeks faired a bit better by their increase in mass, but any allure to their shape was undone by the rippling BRAAAAAPPP that slipped out. The majority of her added fat centered around her belly, distorting her hourglass figure in exchange for slowly separating her from Elma.

           No longer able to hold onto her captive’s flabby form, Elma was forced to let her go. The victory was short lived as Lucoa purposefully pressed her gut up against Elma to resume the kiss. A few more belches passed between the two women helped to further corrupt Lucoa, starting out by knocking aside her pink hat to tame her long locks into a more sensible ponytail. Before the headwear could hit the ground, it returned to its owner’s upper body in order to form into a set of wide-rimmed glasses and matching tie. The accessories brought some much needed flair to her plain looking, untucked, black dress shirt and drab, blue pants. As droll as the poorly fitting outfit was, it didn’t do much to hide the unhindered desire of its master.

           “That was BWOOOOOORRRRPP great,” Lucoa belched out as she staggered back from Elma. Swiveling herself around, she turned her gaze over to the dragon maid. “Toooohhhhrruuuuu, come hic here.”

           “I-I really shouldn’t,” Tohru replied, slipping away just as the corrupted Lucoa lunged towards her.

           “Come on,” Elma whined, another failed attempt to hug Tohru resulting in a brunt PHHHHHRRRRRTTTT rippling out. “It’ll be fun.”

           With very little free room left on the balcony, Tohru was forced to take refuge back inside of the apartment. While this gave her a moment’s respite from the gassy women’s attacks, she was forced to deal with the lingering smell of Elma and Kobayashi’s earlier indulgence. Clutching her gloved hand against her nose, she tried to persevere and trudge her way into the living area in the hopes of locating the remnants of the book.

           As the dragon maid shifted through the scattered pages, she accidentally stepped on one of her master’s discarded beer cans. Though she was able to stop herself from falling, it was only by flailing around her arms. The flapping of her limbs stirred up the lingering fumes in the room to assault her unprotected nostrils. As the smell seeped into her senses, she was overtaken by a strange calm. It felt as if she had spent the evening guzzling down several glasses of her master’s favorite booze. Curious as to whether this was why Kobayashi spent so much time indulging in liquor, she lazily shifted her gaze towards the coral haired woman in question slowly stomping towards her.

           “Tohruuuuuuu,” Kobayashi called out as she got closer and closer with each heavy step. Each tremor that cascaded through her form illustrated the extra weigh she had gained from either her snacking or Lucoa’s recent corruption. “Hold BWOOOOORPPP still. I have a hic gift for you.”

           Lulled into a submissive state by the fumes that filled the apartment, the dragon maid couldn’t resist the invitation. Slowly, her master waddled towards her with her arms outstretched. After releasing a BWOOOOOORPPP the human got her lips into proper position to include Tohru into their hivemind of drunken stupor.

           Tohru was thrown out of her trance-like state as something red and fast came slamming into Kobayashi’s sides. Concern for her master allowed the maid to return to her normal mind and see if there was any damage. From afar, she watched as the heft surrounding the human had managed to cushion her from being knocked across the room. Though there didn’t appear to be any damage, there was the temptation for Tohru to rush through the leftover BRRRRAAAAAAPPP of gas in order to check for any wounds.

           Tohru was stopped from entering the fog of flatulence by an outstretched red claw. The fearsome limb’s owner was a pink haired, dragon woman half of Tohru’s height, but making up for it was a bosom twice as large. Though Ilulu was typically able to hide things like her curled horns and red, scaly tail, the need for combat left her uncaring as she flung black her black cloak.

           “Stay back!” Ilulu shouted out, baring her fangs as she glared at the drunken Kobayashi.

           “But how else am I going to hic give you a hug?” Kobayashi asked, trying and failing to lift herself up. “On second thought, maybe UUUUUURRRPPP later.”

           “Why are you here?” Tohru said, having to speak up over the sound of her master’s wayward gas.

           “Kobayashi invited me over for a get together,” Ilulu said, staring down the degraded host. “We need to leave,” Ilulu began, being momentarily drowned out by the fart that roared out of Kobayashi’s rear. “Now.”

           “I can’t, not yet,” Tohru said, returning to scrambling through the torn up pages. “There has to be a way for us to reverse these effects. Can you distract her?”

           “I should be able to handle Kobayashi,” Ilulu said, her eyes shifting over to Lucoa and Elma as they managed to squeeze their hefty forms back inside. “But I’m not sure how long I can handle them. Make it fast.”

           Ilulu was sent scurrying around the room as Elma and Lucoa tried to snatch her up in their pudgy clutches. Before the torrent of fumes could capture her once more, Tohru returned to sifting through the destroyed book for a cure. Too busy focusing on the task and trying not to let the gas go to her head, she mentally blocked out the various crashes of the hefty, transformed women trying to add Ilulu to their ranks.

           The eventual discovery of the recipe page seemed to coincide with a loud crash of blubber. Tearing her eyes away from the potion’s description, Tohru turned to see that Ilulu had been sandwiched between Elma and Lucoa’s bellies. Though the pink-haired dragon tried to struggle free, even her ferocity was subdued by a helping of the pair’s gas.

           Seeing Ilulu get slowly pulled into position for a kiss, Tohru tried to use what little time she had been given. Straining her eyes, she carefully read the description of the potion. Over the sound of a new Kobayashi adding her drunken, gassy expulsions to the room, the maid found what she was looking for. Unfortunately, it came in the form of a line of text that read:

           “Reversing the conditions is a simple matter. You merely have to-“

           Holding up the portion of the page were the answer to her problem was torn off, Tohru saw a bit of flesh peeking out from behind it. Scrambling to her feet, she stared down the pink-haired version of Kobayashi stumbling towards her. All that remained of Ilulu’s robes as a fuzzy, white tie that continuously got sucked up by her even larger bosom. Though her doughy gut and chunky rear threatened to rip through her black dress shirt and pants, she continued to stagger forward.

           “Let’s have some UUUUURRPPP fun,” Ilulu belched out, grinning with her mouth of sharp teeth as she eyed up Tohru, her horns once or twice coming close to knocking off her glasses in the process.

           As much as the dragon maid hated the idea, she had to abandon the apartment. Behind the slowly approaching Ilulu, she could see that Elma and Lucoa had completely blocked off the exit to the balcony. If she looked hard enough, she could see the tiniest scraps of weathered paper within Elma’s fat folds, but she wasn’t about to go diving into the gas cloud in order to check. Hurried along by a cacophony of farts from the trio, she told herself that she could find help elsewhere and turned to leave through the front door.

           “Toooooohhhhhhhhhrrrruuuuuuu,” Kobayashi droned on. Wrapped up in the same, tight fitting clothes, she was a sight to behold with a size that would make an elephant jealous. She had made good use of her newfound girth to completely block the entrance. “Where are you UUUUUUURRRPPPP going?”

           “To, um, get more beer for you, Miss Kobayashi,” Tohru replied in the hopes of finding an exit.

           “Sounds like a lot of BWOOOOOOORRPPP work,” Kobayashi said. “You’re so nice to hic me.”

           “Hehehe, just doing my job as a proper maid,” Tohru responded, her master’s drunken comment nevertheless filling her with a sense of pride.

           “You need a BOOOOUUUURRRPP reward,” Kobayashi belched out as she continued to waddle forward. “Something to show you much I love hic you and all you do for UUUURPPP me.”

           Kobayashi’s puckered up lips came alongside a roaring BRRRRRAAAAAPPPPP from her rear. Staring at the encroaching, slobby office worker, Tohru was stunned, not by the gas, but by her own desires. Turning away from her master’s invitation she soon realized that Kobayashi’s clones had surrounded her. With each room shaking step, they cut off more of her escape route. Through the bevy of gas assaulting Tohru’s senses, her one salvation was that she could sprout her wings and crash through the ceiling.

           Just as the dragon maid was about to take off, she felt a pudgy hand grab hold of her wrist. Preparing herself to lash out at her assailant, she was stopped as she stared into the look of desire on the original Kobayashi’s chubby face. Without realizing what she was doing, Tohru allowed herself to be dragged into her master’s belly folds. Her closeness gave her a chance to sample the mix of spilled booze and drool that had seeped into the overburdened dress shirt. Momentarily invigorated by a PHHHHRRRRRTTTTT erupting from Kobayashi’s ass, Tohru tilted her head up to see the lips mere inches from her own.

           Lunging past Kobayashi’s enhanced bosom, Tohru eagerly accepted the kiss. Reveling in the feeling of getting to freely feel up her master, she didn’t mind the rolling belches that were blasted down her throat. Nor did she care when she started to develop a doughy gut to create her own surplus of burps. At that moment, the euphoria she experienced pushed her to seek more of the intimate, gassy indulgence.

           Giving the original Kobayashi a break, Tohru brought herself over to Elma. After sharing a few burps between one another, Tohru used the heft of her increased bosom to swing herself over to Lucoa. Taking in the blonde Kobayashi’s touch, she only let go after leaving her partner with an appropriately powerful PHHHHRRRRRRRTTTTTT from her thickened backside. Pulling Ilulu in, she bombarded the pink haired Kobayashi with her surplus of gassy belches in order to celebrate her full transformation.

           Unable hold back her girth with their bodies, the Kobayashis were forced to separate from Tohru. No longer obscured by her harem, Tohru was able to show off how her uniform had changed to match the office attire. Though her mindset had changed to match that of her drunken doppelgangers, she still managed to hold onto a semblance of her former self. In the reflection of her master’s glasses, she felt a sense of pride in seeing her own, green-rimmed lenses and tie to match her tail. Giving herself a hug, she reveled in getting to be her beloved, even if it meant unleashing a pungent BRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPP in the process.

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            Adjusting his glasses, Fafnir tried to concentrate on the screen. However, the dragon disguised as a human man with long, black hair was finding it hard to concentrate with the constant knocking. Though he tried to ignore it at first, there was only so much he could take.

            “Makoto, would you-“

            “I’m already on it,” replied the otaku with swirly eyed glasses. “Probably just someone trying to sell us something. Keep an eye on the broadcast and wait for the special code.”

            “I will not let those limited edition items escape from my grasp,” the dragon replied, turning his gaze back to the screen.

            Moments before the speaker could reveal the key to Fafnir’s new treasure, the stream was interrupted with a warning broadcast. The reporter kept droning on about a strange affliction that had started up in a maid café. The fact that the establishment wasn’t far from Kobayashi’s residence didn’t mean much to him at that moment. Focused on the task at hand, he shut off the TV and tried to search for the code online.

            The dragon’s search was hindered by a collection of rude noises coming from outside. Assuming that Makoto would be able to take care of it, he continued to scroll. Continuing to sift through people crying out about the smelly horde roaming the streets, the sound of something stomping up behind him strained his nerves. With a huff, he stood up from his seat and got ready to show the intruder his wrath. He gave pause at what he first thought was a fattened up version of Kobayashi. However, the moment he took to stare at the familiar black locks making up her hair and the swirly glasses on her face left him vulnerable to an attack.

           As the hefty blob smothered Fafnir’s face with her lips, he peeked past the mass to see that they were not alone. Outside the door, he spotted more Kobayashis, each with differently colored hair and clothes, but her nonetheless. Though he attempted to fight against the influence of the transformed Makoto, the influx of flatulence that drifted into the room wore away at his resolve. Letting his limbs go limp, he simply gave in and allowed himself to join the horde of drunken, maid-obsessed slobs.

           “Collect any BWOOOOOOORRPPP booze you find,” the original Kobayashi belched out, her identity solidified by being the largest amongst the group. Upon seeing Fafnir Kobayashi emerge with arms laden with liquor, she stomped her forty foot tall figure towards the street. Ensuring that the Tohru Kobayashi was carefully nestled against her chins, she shuffled her numerous tons of fat forward with her legion in tow. “Come on, there should be another hic maid café this way,” she said, calling her army to follow her by unleashing a torrent of flatulence from her backside.