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A Monster Musume Fetish Story

The Café – Some Pretty Massive Monsters

Centorea stood in the shadow of the building across the street, her wide coat pulled tightly around her human torso, even though the buttons straining over her melon-sized breasts were already stretched to the limit. With her hood pulled low over her face, she felt a mixture of envy, nervous tension, and deep shame welling up inside her. How had it come to this? She, the proud centaur, the noble knight who had always upheld honor, discipline, and fighting spirit, was now lurking like a dishonorable spy around a corner, secretly observing the “Sweet Tooth Monster Café.” Her master Kimihito would surely be deeply disappointed in her, but then again, there was his own secrecy regarding his delicate preferences. Really fat monster girls—who could have guessed that this might be the reason he had never responded to the advances of the stunningly beautiful women in his house. Cerea’s heart was pounding so loudly that she almost feared it might give her away.

An hour passed agonizingly slowly as the centaurin held her ground in her hiding spot between the house wall and the bushes, unsure of what she was actually waiting for or what she should do next. The sun moved on, and the hunger that Ms. Smith’s potion had awakened in her slowly returned with a deep, rumbling growl from her large stomach. She had already devoured a huge portion that morning, yet her body now constantly craved more. Centorea pressed a hand against her slightly rounded belly. “Just for him…” she whispered to herself, her cheeks flushing with shame at her own weakness. The thought that Kimihito was inside there right now, admiring all those voluptuous curves she’d seen in his hidden files, made her both jealous and strangely aroused. A hot tingling spread through her lower abdomen. She imagined how she herself could become so soft and inviting—and immediately pushed the thought away, only to conjure it up again seconds later. A struggle between her decision to gain weight and her dignity as a strong and athletic warrior.

Finally, the café door opened. Kimihito stepped out, a contented, slightly dreamy smile on his lips. He was carrying a small takeout bag that smelled suspiciously of sweet treats. Even from this distance, the centaur’s keen sense of smell could detect it. Centorea’s heart skipped a beat. She crouched deeper into the shadows, her four long legs bent and pressed firmly against the ground. She briefly considered following him further. But the urge to take a peek inside the café herself was stronger. What else was there to learn about Kimihito if she kept stalking him? That he was satisfying his penchant for jiggling fat and excessive curves in a place like this was outrageous enough.

No, Cerea had to see it with her own eyes. She had to understand exactly what drew him to the plump, soft curves of these bloated women. With her heart pounding, she waited until her beloved master disappeared around the next corner, then she gathered all her courage, swallowed her pride, and crossed the street at a brisk trot.

The doorbell jingled brightly as Cerea entered. The café was very large and spacious inside, and quite nicely decorated, she thought. Soft upholstered benches and tables, all of which seemed oversized. The chairs and benches were wide enough that even the most massive guests or servers could sit comfortably. There were wide aisles between the seating areas, presumably so the large monster girls could squeeze through without any trouble and without constantly bumping into things. The air was filled with the sweet scent of cake, chocolate, cream, and fresh coffee. Soft background music accompanied the clatter of dishes and the giggles of the waitresses.

Centorea’s eyes widened as she took in the scene. A good dozen monster girls were serving the guests—all in classic but extremely tight maid outfits. The black dresses with white aprons and ruffles stretched over soft, supple bodies. Fat bulged out everywhere you looked. Voluptuous breasts and wide-set asses with massive dimples of cellulite. Heavy thighs with jiggling rolls of fat.

There was, for example, a cat-woman who was just serving a guest a large ice cream sundae. She was quite plump, with a soft, round face and fluffy brown ears that twitched excitedly. Her breasts were large and heavy, pressing plumply against the neckline of her dress and spilling out at the top like two soft mounds of dough. Her belly formed a distinct bulge under her apron and jiggled with every step she took. Her hips were wide and her butt round and sagging, with large buttocks. When the waitress bent over and, giggling, took a spoonful of ice cream, everything about her jiggled. Her bushy tail swung back and forth between her massive buttocks. She laughed coquettishly, leaned forward, and let her voluptuous breasts almost hang in the guest’s face while she shoved a spoonful of ice cream directly into his mouth. “Would you like some more, Master? Or would you prefer it if some of it landed on my hips? I like to snack along too...” Immediately, she shoved an even fuller spoon into her mouth and smiled with relish, her cheeks full and her eyes closed.

Beside the cat woman and her guest, who looked as if he were in seventh heaven, a lamia maid slithered through the aisle. Her serpentine body was thick and sturdy, and her upper body was round and soft all over, with lovely rolls of fat that were already straining the costume quite impressively. Her breasts were voluptuous and hung heavily, pressing against the tight top and almost threatening to burst the buttons. She carried a tray of shakes and balanced it deftly, while her long tail playfully brushed against a guest’s leg. Her scales had a golden hue and shimmered in the café’s light, while her hair was long and jet-black—a stunning contrast that perfectly complemented her gorgeous, curvy body. With every sweeping sway of her hips, it became clear just how wonderfully shaped the Lamia’s waist and pelvis were. Cerea had always found Mia’s hips beautiful—a feature the snake woman herself was very proud of—but this representative of her species had even hotter curves. “Another chocolate shake, sweetie?” the Lamia asked a guest.

Speechless at the sight of so much overflowing, uninhibited, feminine fullness, Cerea scanned the café and examined each of the waitresses closely. Lizard girls with scaly skin, whose bellies were round and heavy, their tails thick and padded with fat. One particularly plump lizard had a behind that almost blocked the entire aisle when she pushed her way past. Their excessively fat cheeks were soft, sagging, and deeply dimpled. Everywhere Centorea looked, she saw the same scene: tight outfits, bulging fat, jiggling curves, but above all, smiling faces and seductive glances. The maids were constantly snacking along with the guests, and apparently the guests really enjoyed it—or even encouraged the women to do so. A spoonful of cream here, a piece of cake there. In one corner, Centorea even saw a completely obese harpy—whose belly sloshed over her thighs, presumably rendering her unable to fly for a long time—being stuffed with heaps of cake by a guest, chewing and, overjoyed, demanding more and more. She let the very generous guest feed her, moaning with pleasure and pressing her soft body even closer to the table to be even nearer to the man across from her and the steady stream of fattening cake. Her swollen, sagging belly cut clearly into the tabletop. Astonished, Cerea realized that this harpy must weigh five times as much as Papi.

Centorea stood there looking a bit lost, her cheeks deep red. She was somewhat embarrassed by the on display, overflowing femininity and all that scantily clad fat, but beyond that, she actually felt somewhat reassured. Once she had gotten over her initial astonishment, the centaur had considered how much substance there really was to the waitresses here, and even though some of them were quite substantial, they were still a far cry from what she had seen on Kimihito’s computer. These girls were chubby, yes, even fat—but nothing compared to the extreme, grotesque forms in the pictures and videos Smith had shared with her. None of them were so monstrously bloated that they could barely walk. None had those huge bellies sagging down to their knees, or tits hanging down like heavy sacks, or hips that were not only insanely wide but went even further, pinning their owners immobile to a bed with their sheer mass.

A slight sense of relief washed over Cerea. Maybe Kimihito wasn’t actually into such extreme things after all. Maybe a few extra pounds would be enough for her—a softer belly, wider hips, heavier breasts, but still in moderation. She could manage that without completely giving up her pride. A small smile crept onto her lips. She wanted to eat—and eat a lot—and she had decided to get fatter for Kimihito, but it was nice to know that she now had goals that were much easier to achieve and not so shameful. The hunger in her stomach grew stronger again, but now it felt almost hopeful in her stomach area.

But just as Cerea was rejoicing at the thought of having to become just a little rounder to please Kimihito, a door to an adjoining room opened. Heavy, muffled footsteps could be heard. A minotaur stepped out—and Centorea’s heart sank.

The minotaur was a veritable colossus of femininity. Her maid costume was extremely skimpy and tight, and the seams creaked menacingly with every jiggling movement she made. Her hips were quite wide, her belly round and plump, with a soft apron of fat stretching the fabric. But her breasts... her breasts were simply monstrous. Massive, heavy, and plump all at once, as if pumped up with fat and milk. They hung low, reaching almost to her hips, and jiggled lazily back and forth with every step. The skin was taut, the veins faintly visible beneath the pale, delicate skin. The cleavage was practically overflowing with breast flesh, and the nipples pressed clearly through the thin fabric. In her hands, the Minotaur carried large mugs filled with a thick milkshake. Cerea knew about Kimihito’s time on this farm and suspected that it was her own fresh milk. The incredibly swollen milk tanks swayed lazily from side to side and trembled like Jell-O at the slightest movement. Almost all the guests seemed to be drooling as they stared at the smiling Minotaur, who was basking in the attention.

Centorea, too, stared as if spellbound and couldn’t help herself. The Minotaur served the jugs with a proud smile, leaned forward, and let her enormous breasts plop down on the table, causing them to jiggle violently and spill even further out of her cleavage.

The centaur felt her heart sink. If she had to get that fat to develop breasts like that... Given Cerea’s anatomy and proportions... then she would surely have to weigh a ton or more. Like almost all members of her species, the blonde centaur had quite ample breasts, but what this minotaur was lugging around in front of her—those bloated, giant tits pumped full of fat until they were about to burst—was in a whole different league. Smith’s potion made her stomach growl loudly and audibly at that very moment. A hot, yearning sensation spread through her belly. She was now terribly worried again. Could she even gain that much weight? Did she want to? Yet the sight and the idea that Kimihito might look at her and desire her the way this Minotaur and the rest of the fat monster girls probably did… it aroused her in an almost forbidden and wicked way.

Cerea was once again in a dilemma and torn as she pondered how far she could—or should—go for her master.

Once more, she heard very heavy, slow footsteps approaching from the other side. A friendly, slightly breathless voice rang out: “Welcome! What can I get for you?”

Centorea turned her head—and froze once more. Her mouth fell open and her thoughts went reeling. In the end, everything in this café seemed to fit with what Kimihito had had on his computer. Cerea wanted him, and she was ready to do anything for it, and now she finally saw what that was. She would have to get fat. Extremely fat, and then much, much, much fatter.