Island of the Slobby Giantess Heroines (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Midnight, MIrko, and Mt. Lady (MHA) Giantess Growth, Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting), and Sexual Content

WORDS: 7000

One fateful night with a villainous chef leads to Mirko, Midnight, and Mt. Lady's gradual degradation into giant, gassy slobs. Though at first they bemoan their flabby forms, their shared suffering leads them to a new type of closeness capable of showing them the benefits of their new bodies.

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           “I just need a bit longer,” the Cream Chef muttered to himself. “Just a little longer and the world will finally understand my vision.”

           The hairs on the man’s black, pointy moustache shivered with each siren he heard pass by his warehouse. A misstep during his last attempt to gather supplies had drawn the attention of the local heroes. Though he had made his escape, he was aware that he was on borrowed time. Trying his best to fully modify a set of additives scheduled to be shipped off to the local food processing plant, he thought he could succeed if he could just finish his task.

           A loud crash brought a sudden end to the chef’s work. As the bent and battered doors slammed to the ground, he winced at the familiar sight of two white rabbit ears. Similarly styled pawed feet and a cotton tail contrasted against the powerful muscles making up the woman’s figure. Completing Mirko’s imposing appearance was the wide grin on her face that she had pointed toward the chef.

           “There you are,” Mirko commented, entering into the warehouse with her long locks of white hair flowing behind her. “Pain in the ass to find you. I’ll make sure you pay for it,” she added as she pounded her fists together.

           “N-no, you don’t understand,” the chef said as he watched her continue to stomp forward. “I’m merely trying to show the world the power of my culinary techniques. Then that damn grocery had to go and blab about my experiments to the local police. I was merely giving the visitors to my bakery a free sample of my exquisite-“

           “Sounds more like you were force feeding them desserts until they were ready to pop,” Mirko remarked as she stepped closer. “That excuse won’t do you much when I’m smashing your face in with-“

           Mirko’s words became a mumbled mess as something flew past her lips. While the taste was delicious, it came with a sense of wrongness that she couldn’t ignore. She found out the reason why when she turned back to the chef to see the white cream leaking from his fingertips. A fury few had seen rose up within her to push her to charge towards him with a flying kick. However, her sprint only brought her halfway before a sudden lethargy forced her down to her knees.

           “S-see, it’s amazing,” the chef nervously commented as he backed away from the rabbit hero. “Just give it time and you’ll…”

           The chef trailed off as his nose twitched at a pleasant aroma unlike anything he had experienced from his own cooking. It was upon feeling his eyelids beginning to grow heavy that he quickly spun around and placed a rag around his face. Looking up towards the upper window, he saw the source of a mist-like substance that was quickly filling the warehouse.

           Letting out a sigh, Midnight brushed a hand through the spiky, black hair that reached past her curvy rear. “You just couldn’t give me a chance to end this quickly, could you?” she asked, hopping down on her red heeled shoes. Stopping for a moment to fix her eye mask, the R-Rated hero clad in a dominatrix outfit sauntered forward with a riding crop in her hands. “Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

           “There’s no need for that,” the chef said, having to carefully step around Mirko as he made a slow retreat. “Couldn’t we just talk this over some delicious pastries? My clients have been very receptive… after a few taste tests at least.”

           “Fat chance,” Midnight said as she continued forward. “The first thing you’re going to do is fix whatever you did to Mirko. Then I’m bringing you into the police for-“

           In a flash of movement, the chef managed to shoot another wad of cream into Midnight’s mouth. The sweet taste on her tongue came with a bitter realization from the heroine that she was falling to a similar drowsiness as her opponents. Slouching to the ground, she copied Mirko’s pose as she tried to keep herself from passing out. While the two women were struggling to remain conscious, the chef never felt more alive.

           “Yes!” he proclaimed as he raised up an arm in triumph. “This must be fate. I am destined to share my culinary skills with the world. None can stand in my way. Not All Might. Not Endeavor. Not even Mt.-“

           The chef’s rant came to a premature end as the roof was yanked off of the warehouse. Staring up towards the starry sky, his view of the moon was partially blocked by a gigantic figure with blonde hair and horns. He was given a closer look as the enormous hand effortlessly picked him up into the air. Though many would consider the shapely figure clad in a skintight suit an amazing sight, it instead filled him with terror as he was brought before the masked face of Mt. Lady.

           “I know I’ll get scolded for being so direct,” the giantess began as she waved the chef in her hands, “but I got irritated after you cancelled my friends and I’s dinner. Don’t hold it against me when I give you the full force of my-“

           In a fit of desperation, the chef threw everything he had into his quirk. A gush of cream came blasting out of both of his hands to pour down the heroine’s throat. The slight grin spread across his face as he watched her begin to stumble back and forth. His elation lasted until he realized that the giantess was falling forward with him still tight in her grasp.

           Though the chef was given some cushioning by Mt. Lady’s bosom, he couldn’t help following her lead in passing out. With Mirko and Midnight succumbing to the cream shortly after, no one was left to hear the strange grumbling noises coming from their bodies. In the midst of their slumber, none of them were able to smell or hear the rancid BRRRAAAAAPPPPs that spurted out of the heroine’s backsides. Unfortunately, it was the only warning they would receive about the cream’s true effects.

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            “A picture?” Mirko asked at hearing the usual request. “Sure thing.”

            With a wide grin, the rabbit hero turned on her heels to strike a pose. She watched as the civilian’s eager expressions faltered upon seeing the doughy belly stretching out the front of her leotard. She had to assume that the mistake came from her hair covering up the bit of extra heft that had packed itself around her once tight ass. Trying not to let the awkward moment linger for too much longer, the civilians snapped a quick pic that captured the pudge around her cheeks and the pair of breasts trying to break free of her outfit.

            As the group made their hasty retreat, Mirko couldn’t prevent her ears from drooping a bit as she picked up their muffled gossip. More than anyone, she was aware of how her body had degraded in recent weeks. Pinching at her surplus of belly fat, she had hoped that taking on extra patrol work would be enough to combat her weight gain. Unfortunately, not even putting her all into her kicks was enough to deal with her growing waistline and plethora of other issues.

            Mirko’s ears perked up again as she heard the unsettling rumble from her gut. Over the past few days, she had learned that the sound was a dire warning for her to get out of the public eye. Sprinting off into the nearest alley, she tried to hunker down behind a dumpster to ensure no one could see her. The metal container served as perfect cover both for the sight and smell of her unleashing a powerful BRRRRAAAAAAPPPP that shook her tail. Gritting her teeth as the gas continued to pour out, she regretted giving into her hunger and taking on that second steak sandwich earlier in the day.

            Just as the rabbit hero thought that her reserves had been emptied, she heard another maelstrom of flatulence burst nearby. Picking up her head and looking towards the other side of the dumpster, she spotted Midnight in the midst of dealing with her own indigestion. Like Mirko, the R-Rated hero had gained well over 100 pounds since that fateful night in the warehouse. Though this did give her already impressive curves a sizable boost, most of her weight had centered on the doughy gut that was currently busy shaking in the wake of its owner’s boisterous BWWWWOOOOOOORRRRPPP.

            “Hold on,” Mirko said as she got a whiff of the air. “I don’t recall drinking soda with our lunch.”

            “I got UUURRRPP thirsty,” Midnight replied, wiping the drool from her lips. “I was trying to walk double time to lose weight and ended up stirring up my OOOUUURPPP gut.

            “Not a lot of good that’s going to do us if we keep eating like that,” Mirko said, offering a hand to help her fellow hero stand up. “We seriously need to learn better self-control.”

            “Maybe it would help if a certain ‘someone’ wouldn’t keep inviting us out for lunch,” Midnight said, her harsh words meant for their third victim.

            “She’s just trying to make us feel better,” Mirko replied with a weak grin. “Not her fault that we can’t keep our appetites in check. Speaking of, you want to grab some snacks at the nearest gas station? That little outburst wore me out. I’m sure we could use the extra energy for the rest of our patrols.”

            A noticeable grimace appeared on Midnight’s face. “You can’t seriously be suggesting that we-“

            “HELP!”

            The cry immediately made the heroines forget their worries and rush into action. Uncaring of the way their chub jiggled, or gas leaked out of their mouths and rears, they sprinted as fast as their thick legs would allow towards the source of the noise. Even with her out of shape body, Mirko managed to be the first to arrive to the scene. Letting out a heavy wheeze, she centered her vision on the gun-toting criminal currently holding a woman hostage in the middle of a shopping center.

            “Stay right there, chubby bunny,” the man said, his face covered with a ski mask and his trench coat overflowing with junk food. “Take another step closer and the lady gets it.”

            “Dammit,” Mirko muttered. If she were in her regular state, she was certain she could have rushed in, grabbed the woman, and still had enough time to give the bad guy a swift kick to the face. However, she wasn’t sure she could even get an inch before the bubbles rolling around in her gut brought her to her knees.

            “Just stay UUURPP calm,” Midnight whispered to Mirko as she arrived. “I’m sure that other heroes are on the way. We just need to keep him distracted long enough for-“

            “Hey, shut it!” the criminal shouted out as he held his gun towards the heroes. “I’m making my demands. Now, I want you to get me an untraceable car filled with pastries from the Cream Chef bakery.”

            “But that was shut down after he got arrested,” Midnight explained.

            “And because of that, I can’t deal with my god damn sweet tooth,” the criminal replied as his teeth gnashed on a well-used piece of gum. “Bastard got me addicted to his cooking. I know it’s your fault that I can’t get my fix. So stay quiet and order me one dozen cakes before I have to-AAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

            Panic spreading through the criminal’s body forced him to drop the gun and his hostage as a giant hand picked him up like a doll. A sense of relief washed over the heroines as they spotted Mt. Lady climb over the nearby building to become fully visible. Though this did have the side effect of revealing her supersized, flabby body to the public, at the very least she had succeeded in saving the day.

            “Lot of UUUURPPP nerve trying something like this when all three of us are on patrol,” Mt. Lady belched, the tremors cascading through her two chins to jostle the strained fabric keeping her gigantic bosom at bay. “Just for that, I should punish you with my special Ass-assination tech-“

            Midway through the giantess waving around her thick rear, an unsettling groan echoed out through the shopping area. The sound forced her to use her free hand to frantically rub at her drooping belly to keep it calm. If anything, her efforts only succeeded in worsening the situation as the groaning noise grew louder. As much as Midnight and Mirko wanted to retreat, their sense of duty kept them at ground zero as they pushed others out of the blast zone. That left them dead center when the pressure inside of their ally became too much.

            A thunderous PHHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT boomed through the air as Mt. Lady unleashed her powerful fart. Though the vibrations did force her to drop the criminal, his escape was short-lived as he fell to the ground from the rancid smell. Enduring the same odor, Mirko and Midnight tried everything in their power to stay conscious. In the wake of the giantess’s gas, they thought little of using their own expulsions to try and protect their noses. Forced to inhale their own flatulence as their chubby forms jiggled about, the trio tried to strengthen their resolve that they needed to hold out until a cure for their conditions could be found.

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            The restaurant had originally been made famous by its delectable selection of food and drinks that came in large proportions. Before the incident, Midnight was used to being one of the establishment’s favored customers. In the past, this had merely been through a polite relationship the owner had between her and her fellow heroes. Now, it was one of the few places she was certain could keep up with their ravenous appetites.

            Still clad in her hero outfit from leaving her patrol early, Midnight tried to ignore the onlookers as she dug into her sandwich. Any unwanted gaze that lingered on how her doughy, 500-pound gut barely fit within her suit was easily forgotten once she got a mouthful of meat and cheese. Condiments from her meal ended up dribbling down her lips to trickle across the engorged bosom that she used to take so much pride in. The only time she was forced to come to grips with the severity of her body issues was when she wobbled her thick rear against the two chairs supporting her. In the wake of the resulting PHHHHRRRTTTT that rippled out of her backside, she shrugged it off as something outside of her control and grabbed her next serving.

            As Midnight chugged down her fourth glass of soda, she desperately searched for something other than her once loving fans to look at. Other than the dwindling pile of sandwiches, the only other thing nearby was Mirko’s ears as they bounced up and down in unison with her chewing. Any sign of the rabbit hero’s muscles had been completely swallowed up by the 600 pounds of fat that had been packed onto her. Even after receiving a new leotard, she found it hard to keep her breasts and buttocks from flopping out whenever she attempted one of her signature techniques. These moments of humiliation were usually worsened by poorly timed, gassy expulsions, and the heroine’s constant forgetfulness to shave her body hair.

            “BWOOOOORRPP Mirko,” Midnight began, trying not to let her gaze linger too long on the white follicles peeking out from her companion’s arm pits, “have you seen Mt. Lady?”

            “UUUUURRPP not recently,” Mirko replied, unable to stop a BRRRAAAAAPPPP from blasting out of her rear as she reached across the table to grab more food. “Weird considering this was her idea in the first-“

            A billowing FFRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP from nearby drew the women’s attention towards their missing friend. A combination of the encroaching odor and tremors going through the street had most of the people run for cover. Rather than a rampaging monster or a violent villain, what was causing the disturbance was Mt. Lady as she carefully waddled her way over to the others.

            In terms of proportions, Mt. Lady had taken on a similarly blobby appearance to her fellow heroines. However, the sheer mass of her figure was amplified in her giantess form. The added size didn’t help much with her maneuverability as she had to carefully traverse the street in order to reach her destination. Even still, she ended up bumping her wide hips into trees and buildings as she moved, scattering small rips along her skintight suit as she made her way over to the table.

            “Sorry I’m wheeze late,” Mt. Lady said as she carefully set herself down on the ground.

            The exhale of relief that washed over the giant woman was accompanied by another PHRRRTTT coming from her rear that further filled the area with her rancid flatulence. On reaction the other heroines went to cover their noses. However, a single whiff of the noxious fumes didn’t bring the expected response of disgust. At the time, they assumed it was just their bodies getting used to the gassy expulsions that plagued their digestive tracts.

            “We don’t really have an UUUUURRPP excuse,” Midnight belched out, “but why are you still so big? Wouldn’t it be easier to move in your smaller BWOOOORRRPPP form?”

            “I can’t shrink OOOUUURRRP down,” Midnight replied as she helped herself to the remaining platter of sandwiches. “I’ve been stuck like this for a while. By the looks of UUUURRPP it, the two of you have similar issue.”

            The comment brought Midnight’s attention to something she was better off ignoring. In addition to growing wider with each passing day, she had started to notice extra height being put onto their forms. At first, she had hoped that the added stature would offset some of the weight, but the fat always seemed to be in the perfect pace to keep them in their more rounded figures. Her introspection about just how much more their bodies would change was interrupted by a light tap on her shoulder.

            “Excuse me,” said the restaurant owner, a cloth soaked in spices held closely to his face. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave. The three of you are disturbing the dining experience for the other customers.”

            “UUURPP sorry,” Midnight said, using the table for leverage as she heaved herself up into a standing position. “We’ll leave immediately.”

            “But we’re still hungry,” Mirko suggested, her annoyance expressed through another BRRRAAPPP from her rear.

            “I’ll get you some to go bags,” the owner quickly offered. “Just please don’t come back until you have your… issues resolved.”

            On the verge of passing out from the smell, the owner ran off to leave Midnight and the others to stew in their fumes. Looking over each other’s girth, the trio stayed in silence until the promised food was brought to them. Graciously accepting the meals and leaving what money they could squeeze out from their tight pockets, they waddled off to find a place they could eat in peace.

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            The multiple athletic fields held behind the UA campus had been vacated for the day to make room for a private training session. Rather than up and coming heroes, the space had been reserved for a trio of heroines who were in dire need of improving their physical status. In the weeks prior, their degrading conditions had made people run away from them as soon as they got a whiff of their odors or felt their heavy stomps through the streets. While this did convince the women that something needed to be done before they hit the point of no return, it didn’t make the strenuous trial ahead of them any easier.

            Thanks to her long legs and tall stature, covering the length of the track field should have been easy for Mt. Lady. The distance itself was covered in a short period of time, but those few seconds of light jogging were enough to make her a sweaty mess. Moments after she managed to waddle her way across the finish line, she couldn’t help herself from bringing her truck-sized rear slamming to the ground to get some rest.

            Using her backside as a cushion, Mt. Lady leaned back to try and catch her breath. The beads of sweat that streaked across her chubby made the red dots of acne on her oily face glisten under the hot sun. The perspiration cascaded down her chins added to further degrade moist tracksuit that had been stretched around her blubbery belly and enormous breasts. The red fabric hid some of her girth, but the various tears spread across it showed that it was unlikely to survive the rest of the heroine’s exercise regimen without unleashing her hair-riddled flab.

            Uncaring about the smell or display, the giantess leaned to one side to let a roaring BRRRRAAAPPPP sputter out. In addition to sending tremors through her flab, the fart tore open the hole in the front of her suit to reveal the hairs lining her belly buttons. Rather than feel remorse about her lack of hygiene, she lazily slid her fingers along the follicles as she let out a rude belch to try and prepare herself for another run.

            As Mt. Lady’s burp petered off, her ears picked up the sound of similarly heavy footsteps approaching. Turning her thick neck to the side, she spotted the visages of Mirko and Midnight slowly waddling towards her. Like her, their massive sizes had called for their usual outfits being replaced with track suits. While they did also share the proportions of her body, they had nearly doubled in height since the incident at the warehouse. Just like her, the added length to their blubber-laden legs proved to be little to no help as they struggled to make their way towards her. By the time they did arrive, they too were showing off their pimply faces with multiple layers of oil and sweat on their pudgy faces.

            “This is so BWOOOOOOORRPPP humiliating,” Midnight said as she collapsed against Mt. Lady’s belly. Unzipping the top of her tracksuit, she let her heavy breasts plop out to give them some much needed air. “We’re supposed to be top class heroes,” she continued as she scratched at the unruly, black hairs sticking out form her armpits. “How did this happen to us?”

            “It was that damn OOOOOUUUUURRRPP chef,” Mirko belched, peeling off her track pants and revealing the white fuzz along her chunky legs. “I hope he’s rotting in jail right now.” Unashamedly scratching at the pubes sticking out from her sweaty panties, she leaned to the side to let a BRRRRAAAAPPPPP sputter towards the other women. “Ugh, sorry about that one.”

            “We’re used to it,” Midnight replied with a shrug.

            “And that’s the worst UUUURRPPP part,” Mt. Lady insisted. “We’re doing a great job acclimating to our new bodies.” With a twinge of righteous fury, she widened the hole in her suit to let more of her gut plop out. “It’s everyone else that has a problem with us.”

            “They just don’t understand how great being a giant BWOOOOORRPPP slob is,” Mirko added.

            “Well, at least we know what being so fat and flatulent feels like,” Midnight said, adding her own PHHHHRRRRTTTT to the fog of flatulence.

            The combined census of the trio stewed in the aura created from their gas and body odor. Certain ideas were able to cultivate in their minds as they wondered just how far they could push themselves. Getting food to stuff themselves wasn’t an issue thanks to their support from the Hero Association. However, there had been something missing from their lives of indulgence. As they sat there, their sweaty forms pressed up against one another, the answer seemed to be obvious.

            “That warehouse over there,” Mt. Lady said as she raised a plump finger towards the structure. “Anyone UUUURRPP using it?”

            “No, the entire BWOOOORRPPP campus was cleared out to make way for us,” Mirko answered.

            “The only thing in there is some extra food and… cushions,” Midnight brought up, solidifying the unspoken desire of the group.

            Without another word, the heroines held on to one another to stand up again. Using their fatty forms for support, they began their slow waddle towards the warehouse. Motivated by their own curiosity they were able to make it there in record time. Once inside, they were able to help one another remove the rest of their sweaty clothes for the sake of their “experiment.”

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            A solitary island adorned with lush trees and vegetation far off the shore of Japan sat in wait for the three cargo ships sailing towards it. The mass had been artificially created by the Hero Association as a training ground for its most experienced heroes. At least, that was the original intent for the space complete with large warehouses suitable for a myriad of different scenarios. Instead, the island was being repurposed all for the sake of the three women that were approaching its shores.

            As the first ship made landfall, it opened up its cargo hold to let Midnight out. As she stepped barefoot onto the sandy beach, she took care to adjust the enormous, white gown that had been made into a makeshift dress for her 50-foot-tall form. Even in its modified state, the garment did very little to hide the heft of her gargantuan curves. Though she still maintained an hourglass figure in her obese form, her belly still managed to surpass each of the spheres by several feet in circumference.

            Stretching out her blubbery arms and giving the ships’ crews a good look at the hairs sticking out from her pits, Midnight let the greasy locks slide across her red-dotted face as she surveyed the island. Her gaze eventually drew towards one of the other boats docking nearby. Covering up the sound of the cargo hold being opened with one of her belches, she waited as she spotted a familiar pair of white ears pop out.

            While Midnight had taken careful steps out of her vessel, Mirko managed to free herself with a single, massive bound. Her landing on the beach waved her ears and momentarily freed her oily hair from her back flab. As she straightened herself out to her full, 60ft tall stature and yanked at her tight fitting dress, she was able to show off the heft that had gone into forming into her bottom-heavy visage. The thick thighs and bulky legs helped her maintain a modicum of her old athleticism when she was properly motivated. This was typically offset by the thunderous BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPs that frequently slapped out of her city-block wide rear that frequently sent ripple up through the drooping gut and wrecking ball breasts restrained by her own gown.

            Purposefully turning her massive rear towards Midnight, Mirko let loose with a roaring PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTT she had been saving over the course of the trip. Though she had held herself back for the sake of the crew, in truth she had purposefully saved the stink bomb for her fellow, slobby heroine. Turning her thick neck to the side, the rabbit hero let her acne covered, chubby cheeks stretch to who off a playful grin. Sucking up the rancid fumes meant for her, Midnight started to stomp towards the rabbit hero to return the favor.

            Both women stopped as the final boat came ashore. Though the cargo hold opened up easily enough, it took a few minutes for the person inside to fully extricate herself. Using copious barrels of grease along her flesh, Mt. Lady very slowly pulled herself out with her acne covered face slipping out first. Each foot gained revealed more of the tons of the blubber making up her rounded figure. Finally freed from the boat, she waddled her way out onto the shore to meet with the others.

            Even if her fellow heroines had gone through their own growth spurts, Mt. Lady had managed to still loom over them at an impressive 75 feet. The height was made all the more impressive considering how it carried with it a belly that could fill a stadium with its numerous flab rolls. Stomping her way between the three women, she shared with them the same, overburdened gown and the question of why they had been sent to this island. Rather than linger on the question, she belched out a powerful BWOOOOOOOOORRRRPPP in order to call them in close.

            Before the slobby trio could embrace one another, their ears picked up the sound of a small boat zooming its way towards their shore. As the vessel landed, a group of security officers moved along a man dressed in bright orange prison suit and wearing handcuffs. While his clothing was different, his distinct moustache and grin were more than enough to clue them in to who he was.

            “Yes,” the Cream Chef announced as he was released from his shackles. Going against the instincts of most people who saw the giantesses, he willingly approached them. “You look magnificent.”

            “While I appreciate the compliment,” Midnight said as she glared at the chef, “I’d rather it come from someone other than UUUUUURPPPP you.”

            “Yeah, why aren’t you in a jail BWOOOOOOORRPPP cell?” Mirko asked.

            “Oh, but I am,” the chef said as he gestured towards the island itself. “And you three are stuck with me.”

            With the use of a powerful BRRRAAAAAPPP Mt. Lady managed to take the reins of the conversation. “Explain.”

            “The Hero Association has informed me that you three are far too dangerous to keep anywhere near civilization,” the chef explained, causing the women to avert their gaze. “Either you’re stinking up the local area with your gas, knocking down building with your heft, or making entire cities quake with your… carnal activities.”

            “So BWOOOOOOOORRRRPP what?” Mirko shouted out. “They still respect us,” she added, hurting her case with a PHHHHRRRTTT that fluttered her skirt. “We’re well-respected heroes. Any day now they’ll bring us the UUUUURRRPPP cure.”

            “Do you really believe that?” the chef asked, boldly stepping into a position between the three women. “Or do you think the much easier answer is to seclude you to an island and forget about you?”

            “That’s ridiculous,” Midnight responded, as a PHHHRRRTTT squeaked out from her rear. “We’re beloved across the UUUUURRPPP country.”

            “You WERE beloved,” the chef pointed out. “Now you’re nothing more than a nuisance that the Association would prefer to get off their backs.”

            “They’ll find a OOOOOUUUURRRRRPPP cure,” Mt. Lady insisted. “You’ll see.”

            “Keep telling yourselves that,” the chef replied, waiting until the blonde giantess’s latest fart petered off. “Until then, you and I are going to get very familiar with one another.”

            Raising up his hands, the chef stretched out his fingers a he began to spray out the cream. As the fluid that begun the heroines’ transformations were spread along an outcropping of rocks, the smell drifted through their aroma of stink to hit their minds. Charging past the miniscule man, the once noble heroes slammed their guts to the ground in order to lick up every dollop they could.

            “Hahahaha, yes!” the chef announced as he watched the humiliating display. “Now you’re stuck with me. Once I’ve completely gotten you under my control, the whole world will be able to see you three as the perfect vision that could only be achieved through my cuisine.” Holding out his arms again, he added several more layers of cream to keep up their feast. “Soon, all will know of my genius! Mwuhahahahahahahaha!”

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            “I’m a complete idiot,” the Cream Chef said, sitting on the edge of his cot with his face in-between his hands. “What the hell was I thinking?”

            The chef’s various self-punishing thoughts were exacerbated by a roaring BWOOOOOOORRRPPP coming from outside of his tent. When he failed to immediately answer the call, the belch was followed by two others with equally ravenous desire. As much as he wanted to hide away, he knew that if he took too long to answer the call, his living quarters would become a home for a maelstrom of rancid flatulence. Taking one last breath of fresh air, he stepped outside to fulfill his community service.

            Stepping outside, the chef tried to keep himself focused on the task at hand in the form of the massive trough. Thanks to the aid of multiple, unmanned drones, the feeding area had been filled with a smorgasbord of slop considered too unhealth for even livestock. The spread was nearly perfect for the inhabitants of the island. All they were waiting for was the finishing touches to be added in the form of the sauce they had become hopelessly addicted to.

            “Well, go UUUUURRPPP on,” Mt. Lady said as she rested her hands along her exposed, gigantic gut.

            “’We’re freaking BWOOOOOOOORRPPP starving hear,” Mirko added, her wide hips free to swing about and clap her massive ass cheek together.

            “Unless you need a bit more of a OOOOUUUURRPPP an incentive,” Midnight threatened, brandishing her wrecking ball-like tits in case they were needed to crush the chef into submission.

            Unsure if he was more afraid of the gas or girth of the giantess’s keeping him prisoner, the chef hurried to his position. Just like he had done for the past month of being stuck on the island, he pushed his body to its limits to begin producing his special cream. As the liquid poured out of his palms with a steady stream to fully cover up the trough, he had to admit that his quirk was getting stronger. Despite his improving abilities, he still feared the day that he would be unable to keep up with the heroines’ appetites.

            As the chef continued to pour out the cream, he kept looking up towards the women hovering around the trough. Since arriving at the island, their bodies had seemed to have hit their peak when it came to their changes. They no longer grew in height or width, but they did develop a sense of freedom that pushed away any manners or shame they used to have in their old lives. Well aware of their degraded mindsets, the chef was sure to make a mad dash back to his tent moments after the last of the cream was spread across the slop.

            Right on cue, the heroines charged towards the trough with their mouths open. Holding onto the container with iron grips, they dove their pimply faces into the mess to begin slurping up as much as possible. Taking gallons at a time, they each raced to get their fill as fast as possible. Raisin gup their hindquarters as they drew close to the bottom, they unleashed clouds of rancid farts that aided in pushing the chef back into his tent. Knowing what was coming next, he was all too eager to zip up his tent and put a pillow around his ears to avoid the usual, post-meal activities.

            Slurping up the equivalent of twelve sacks of potatoes at once, Mt. Lady raised her head from the trough. Shaking her locks of blonde, oily hair to shake off some of the leftover slop, she moved onto her usual activity of freely massaging her gut. As she pressed into the flabby sphere, she let out a collection of burps to cap off her meal.

            A thunderous BRRRRAAAAAAP from the blonde’s ass perked up Mirko’s ears. Pulling herself free from the trough, the rabbit hero returned with a much more powerful PHHHHHHRRRRTTTT from her rear. The combined gas enshrouded the area in a fog of gas too vile for most people to handle. However, the two of them eagerly inhaled it as part of adoration for showing affection to their slobby, gassy selves.

            Finishing up the last dollops of cream before her, Midnight raised up her head to see the other giantesses shuffling towards one another. Licking her lips clean, she made her way around the trough to meet them in the usual spot. Being the first to lay down on the pile of countless mattresses that had been laid out for them, she leaned back to fully show off her obese figure. With a wave a pudgy hand, she beckoned them to take part in their second favorite form of indulgence.

            Mirko didn’t have to go very far with her endeavor. Using the weight of her lower body to quickly bring herself down to the ground she shuffled her way in between Midnight’s thick thighs. Ducking beneath the black-haired woman’s gut, she let a belch echo against her womanhood before diving in for her after meal “dessert.”

            Up above, Midnight was only able to let out a cacophony of belches and moans for a few moments. Her cries of euphoria soon became muffled as Mt. Lady locked their lips together. While Mt. Laday sucked up the shared belches between the two, her hands moved along to squeeze and grope at her partner’s bosom. As lauded as Midnight was in her previous life as the R-Rated hero, there wasn’t much she could do as the combined efforts of her partners brought her to orgasm.

            As the others parted from Midnight, she was given a few moments to rest and catch her breath. Just as she was starting to pick herself back up, she was held back by the sight of Mirko straddling her body. Looking past her gut to show Midnight a grin, the rabbit hero waited until she saw a similar expression of eagerness. With their unspoken agreement confirmed, Mirko swiveled herself around to give her partner an excellent view of her chunky rear moments before it came slamming down.

            Mirko’s fall was punctuated with a pungent BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPP that reeked of the group’s countless meals. Eagerly sucking up the gas, Midnight took on her part to push out more of the rabbit hero’s farts by sliding her tongue along the hairy rim of her anus. From up above, Mirko showed off her gratitude by letting out her own cacophony of moans that were quickly muffled by another bombardment of her gas.

            Climbing along Midnight’s belly, Mt. Lady let her face slide across the rabbit hero’s thighs. Slipping beneath Mirko’s gut, she put her efforts towards sliding her tongue along the rabbit hero’s other hole. Given attention on both sides, Mirko rocked herself back and forth to further encourage her partners’ efforts. When it finally came time to release, she was sure to punctuate her orgasm with a PHHHHHHHRRRRRRRTTTTT strong enough to knock down a building.

            Extricating herself from the sweaty cavern of Mirko’s groin, Mt. Lady brushed away a lingering, white hair on her cheek as she took on her position. Having given her attention to the other women, she sat down in order to offer herself to them. When Mirko and Midnight were finally able to separate from one another, they waddled in unison forward to give their third lover her turn at pleasure.

            Grasping onto Mt. Lady on both sides, the other heroines shoved their bellies against hers in order to keep her in place. Barely able to reach beneath her gut, the two used their pudgy fingers to rub along her needy womanhood. The full attention given to labia and clit made her body tremble in the hands of her partners. The transferred shudder of pleasure that she shared with the other women sent their digestive tracts into overdrive. Expelling bombardments of gas from both ends, the warmth that enshrouded them pushed them towards their final step.

            Keeping their hands busy toying with Mt. Lady’s womanhood, Mirko and Midnight embraced her. Pressing their hairy, blubbery, giant bodies together allowed them to fully enjoy their efforts to completely lose themselves to their new identities. Sucking on each other’s faces and enjoying the rancid odor of their belches, they were able to stay together in the wake of Mt. Lady achieving her own climax.

            Drained from their feasting and pleasure, the trio let themselves collapse upon the many mattresses with a loud thud. Basking in their aftermath, their thoughts turned towards cuddling up to one another to enjoy the lingering euphoria. With the sun starting to set, they allowed their eyes to close for just a little while. In just a few hours, they would wake up in the middle of the night to repeat the process again.

            No one at the Association knew how long it would take to find a cure for the giantess heroes. The chef had been surprisingly cooperative in giving as much information as possible to aid in the efforts to find a cure. In the meantime, the trio’s secluded home provided an excellent place where they could live in peace without causing any disruption to civilization. Even if a cure never came, they were willing to spend the rest of their lives on their paradisal, slobby island.