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A Monster Musume Fetish Story

In the footsteps of Kimihito – With her own eyes

A few days had passed since Centorea had emptied the bottle of the new feed concentrate in one go. The effects of the substance were now becoming clearer and more noticeable to the centaur lady. Her metabolism was working noticeably more efficiently, and her appetite had grown significantly, though she hadn’t yet visibly gained any weight. Nevertheless, her body felt somehow different. A pleasant, warm sensation lingered in her stomach after every meal, filling her with a kind of calm contentment. Thanks to this supplement, Centorea had come to enjoy the feeling of being full, even though she was still far from stuffing herself. But she couldn’t help loving this feeling and dug in with increasing pleasure and appetite at every meal.

That morning, the centaur stood in her room in front of the large mirror and examined herself closely. The white blouse stretched as usual over her ample breasts, which pressed heavily and softly against the fabric. Her human upper body still looked toned and athletic, her hips strong but no wider than before. She wasn’t quite sure what she had expected from Smith. Of course, she wasn’t going to look like a hopelessly fat mountain of bacon after just one week. On the other hand, the young centaur was also somewhat disappointed not to notice any changes at all, except for her hunger and the pleasant feeling after eating.

She gently ran both hands slowly and probingly over her stomach, which now felt noticeably rounder and fuller. There was no jiggling fat there yet and nothing was sagging, but Centorea had already eaten a hearty breakfast and now carried a firm bulge in front of her. She would never have described herself as stuffed, even though she had to admit that just a week ago she could never have devoured enough food to make her stomach protrude so prominently. Added to that was the fact that, as a centaur, she had a much longer gastrointestinal tract, which could hold a correspondingly large amount of food. A soft, comforting gurgling sound could be heard as Cerea gently pressed against her rounded belly.

“I don’t think I even noticed that I’m already eating much more than I used to,” she said thoughtfully to herself. The blonde centaur took a deep breath and felt a satisfied smile creep onto her lips.

“But it really does feel good…” she murmured quietly to herself. The initial shame that had tormented her just a few days ago had noticeably faded, giving way to a strange sense of acceptance. The food tasted more intense and was more satisfying than ever before. To be honest, Cerea had never given food much thought and certainly hadn’t associated it with feelings like happiness and satisfaction.

That morning, she had already devoured three large bowls of oatmeal with plenty of honey and nuts, along with a lot of fresh bread, cheese, muffins, vegan grilled sausages, plenty of raw vegetables, yogurt with fruit, and nearly two liters of milk. Afterward, she had gone into the garden and picked some apples and carrots, consuming everything without a moment’s hesitation.

Although her pride as a warrior and knight occasionally spoke up with quiet disapproval, reminding her that a noble centaur should not indulge in pleasure so unrestrainedly, in the end the overwhelming taste and the wonderful feeling of satiety that followed always prevailed.

The rigorous training that Cerea had once completed with iron discipline, she increasingly skipped or cut down to a minimum. Instead, she often simply stood there, her hands gently resting on her plump, full belly, and savored the pleasant heaviness spreading through her body. This new lethargy did bother her ego from time to time, but the pleasant sensation and all the delicious food were simply too tempting to give up. Added to that was the great motivation with which she ate—and because of which she also allowed herself to accept that all the excess food and Smith’s potion would eventually make her quite fat…

“Just for him…” Centorea whispered to herself as she sat up and brushed her long blonde hair back. “All just for my master.”

She was the only one in the house so far who knew of Kimihito’s true preference. The images and videos Smith had shown her had burned themselves indelibly into her mind. Those extremely voluptuous, soft bodies with their swollen forms, plump bellies, and heavy curves apparently aroused him in a way her own discipline and strength could never achieve. Women of all kinds of liminal species with extremely wide hips, huge tits that jiggled with every movement, heavily laden with thick rolls of fat and carrying sluggish aprons of lard in front of them—that was what Kimihito was into.

The thought still pained her a little, but it had also awakened a feverish determination in the centaur. She didn’t yet know if she could or wanted to become as extremely overweight as the figures in these images, but she was firmly convinced that even a visible start with a few extra pounds might be enough to finally draw his gaze and win his love.

However, it wasn’t enough for Centorea to have received this truth secondhand. The actual sight of such a heavyweight beauty with Kimihito—and his reaction and behavior in that situation—was what interested Centorea. She wanted to understand more precisely what truly attracted him, and so she decided to secretly follow him.

That afternoon, Centorea wrapped her human upper body in a loose coat, pulled the hood deep over her face, and followed Kimihito into downtown. The garment wouldn’t close over her melon-sized breasts, and even in this day and age, a centaur still stood out, but at least Kimihito wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance which centaur it was.

Cerea’s heart raced as her hooves clattered on the asphalt. She deliberately kept her distance from her lover, whom she had been following ever since he’d left the front door that day, so as not to be discovered. Though she had no idea where he was going, or whether she’d even be able to observe anything related to his fetish for really fat monster girls, Cerea simply hoped for the best.

Kimihito strolled unsuspectingly through the bustling streets of the city. Cerea felt that gnawing hunger rise in her stomach again, even though she had only recently eaten a hearty meal. However, she ignored the feeling for the time being and focused entirely on her secret pursuit.

Kimihito finally turned into a somewhat quieter side street. Neon lights flickered above an eye-catching entrance. “Sweet Tooth Monster Café” was written in ornate, pastel-colored lettering above the door. Even from a distance, Cerea could tell what kind of establishment it was. Large display windows and promotional posters clearly indicated that it was a maid café, and the images depicted left no doubt that only monster girls worked here as waitresses—specifically, those of a very voluptuous, curvy, not to say incredibly obese build. The posters hinted at soft, voluptuous curves in cute maid uniforms, which already looked very skimpy and several sizes too small. One could imagine what kind of heavyweights were serving inside.

Cerea stood frozen in place as Kimihito opened the door without hesitation and entered the café. Her cheeks instantly flushed deep red. The proud centaur felt a flood of conflicting emotions wash over her. She was deeply shocked and embarrassed that her beloved master would visit such an establishment of all places. At the same time, a strange, hot tingling spread through her lower abdomen, a peculiar arousal that surprised and confused even her. Her large breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath her coat as she tried to control her breathing. He was clearly into really, really fat women, and she could become that way too, she could…

Cerea shook her head and pressed herself closer to the wall across from the café, continuing to stare at the entrance. Her warrior pride screamed inside at the thought of what might be happening in there, yet she couldn’t look away. Kimihito was in there, gazing at all the women he found so beautiful and their sexy curves, when he really should only be looking at Cerea. The centaur was frustrated and jealous and wanted to storm in and confront Kimihito in the café. Instead, she stood still, one hand unconsciously resting on her own slightly rounded belly, and felt the hunger within her grow stronger once more. The idea that Kimihito was inside seeing exactly the kind of soft, voluptuous curves that apparently fascinated him so much made her thoughts race feverishly, but what was she supposed to do? He wasn’t doing anything wrong, and of course he was somewhat embarrassed by his preference, which was why he’d never shared it with Cerea, Papi, Miia, and the others. Why would Cerea want to embarrass him? Just because she was jealous?

With flushed cheeks and a new, urgent hunger in her stomach, Centorea stood there in the shadow of the street. What should she do now?