One Piece – Grand (Waist) Line (VIP) (English) (Patreon)

(WG, XWG, Stuffing, BBW, SSBBW, USSBBW, Blob)

Chapter 1: The Second-Choice Fruit

The Thousand Sunny glided calmly across the vast, gently foaming sea. The moon was reflected in the waves, while the crew had long since disappeared into their bunks. Only a faint light still burned in the galley. Sanji stood in front of the galley stove, a gleam in his eyes that one only ever saw when he was holding a new ingredient or a rare spice—or when he was about to play the dashing hero for a beautiful woman. As two juicy beef steaks sizzled in the pan before him, the blond cook examined the oddly shaped fruit in his hands. He had always seen it as an advantage not to possess Devil Fruit powers and to still be able to swim. Ever since he’d studied the Book of Devil Fruits, it was only the Invisibility Fruit that would have granted him unlimited access to bedrooms, bathrooms, and changing rooms in every country—that would have made it worth his while to eat it. This had remained the case until the Straw Hat cook, during his brief time on Whole Cake Island, discovered another fruit in Big Mom’s treasure vault that had always piqued his interest. Quick-witted as ever, he had stolen it before the wedding ceremony was blown up. And now he held that very fruit in his hands and had already decided deep down to acquire its powers.

Sanji turned the orange-and-purple marbled fruit over in his hands, almost reverently.

“The Addiction Fruit… finally,” he murmured, running his fingers over its bizarre surface. A wicked grin crept onto his lips as he imagined endless hordes of pretty, young women falling completely under his spell.

The ability to make women addicted to him personally seemed a bit too simple and unappealing. The love-struck chef had a plan all his own—half culinary, half personal: a power that would make his culinary skills even more irresistible. Not that his crew had ever hesitated to devour his dishes, but with this fruit, he would create something that went beyond ordinary culinary delights. His food would become so irresistible that he’d be able to completely wrap Robin and Nami around his finger with it. He was currently preparing this very special dinner just for them.

With a quick, determined bite into the fruit, he absorbed the power. The taste was awful, incredibly bitter on his tongue. But no sooner had Sanji forced it down than he felt the power take root within him. His hands trembled slightly as he flipped the steaks, which were already smelling wonderful. If Sanji hadn’t already, in a wise stroke of foresight, prepared a big dinner for the rest of the Straw Hats, at least Luffy—and perhaps even Lysop and Mosshead—would have been lured over by the smell.

“For little Nam… for little Robin…,” he said aloud, lovingly. Sanji’s heart was pounding wildly, and his eyes formed hearts as he gazed at the meat, pushing aside the disgusting taste of the Devil Fruit with the thought that his dishes would completely captivate the two women on board in the future.

His new powers were beginning to take effect: He wanted to infuse the food with his feelings, his passion for cooking, to bind their hearts—or at least their senses—even more closely to him. A little wink of magic, a touch of seduction.

But as he seasoned the steaks with herbs and butter, something strange crept in. The fat that was slowly seeping out of the meat shimmered with a peculiar glow. Sanji didn’t notice it; he saw only the beauty of the meal and thought of the two women on board whom he would completely seduce with it. But the fruit’s new power hadn’t attached itself to the flavor, as he had intended, but to the fat itself. It sparkled as if it were imbued with an invisible addiction.

The next morning, the day dawned golden over the sea. Seagulls screeched, and the sun sent its rays across the deck of the Sunny. In the women’s cabin, Nami was the first to wake up. Still half-asleep, she rubbed her eyes, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and yawned heartily. She ran her hands through her tousled, orange mane.

Her gaze fell on the mirror at the far end of the room. Almost as if by itself, she stood up, pulled her T-shirt over her head, and slipped out of her shorts, so that she now stood there completely naked. A strange feeling gnawed at her—not hunger, not tiredness, but something else.

She stood in front of the mirror and examined her body. With a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty, she ran her hands over her stomach, her hips, her legs. She touched her rather shapely, soft yet firm breasts. The navigator looked at her extremely slim waist. She really was extremely slim—something she’d always known, yet hadn’t truly realized until now, at least.

“Strange…,” she murmured. “Why am I thinking about this so much? I feel like I… want more.”

She turned to the side, looked at the curve of her hips, placed her hands on her waist, and then back on her thighs. A soft giggle escaped her, almost ashamed, but at the same time fascinated.

Just then, the door opened and Robin walked in. Her dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her calm face bore, as always, a gentle, knowing smile.

“Oh?” she said in her melodious voice, “you’re already awake, Nami?”

The archaeologist was dressed only in her underwear; apparently, she’d gotten up earlier and had taken a bath or a shower.

Nami spun around in surprise, blushed slightly, reached for her T-shirt—and then let her hand drop. Not that the two women had anything to hide from each other; after all, they slept in the same room and bathed together. However, this strange feeling gnawed at Nami—one she couldn’t explain. Was it self-consciousness about her appearance? Or a desire for her body to change?

“Robin… I… don’t know. For some reason, I just feel the need to look at myself in the mirror right now.”

Robin stepped closer, stood next to her, and looked at their two reflections in the mirror.

“Well? What do you see?”

Nami bit her lip. “I don’t know. It feels like my body… is different. Like I… want more of it.” She ran her hand over her stomach and laughed uncertainly. “Totally crazy, right?”

Robin gently placed a hand on Nami’s shoulder. “Maybe it’s not so crazy after all. We all have sides we rarely look at. And sometimes, when something is awakened within us, we begin to see ourselves in a new light.”

She studied Nami in the mirror, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“But… I understand what you mean. I feel the same way.”

With that, Robin reached for the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. Standing next to Nami in simple black underwear, she looked at her own reflection. Her hands slowly rested on her hips, then slid upward over her equally extremely narrow waist. A gentle smile played on her lips, yet the same spark of restlessness shone in her eyes.

“Since yesterday, I’ve had this feeling…,” Robin continued, “as if… there’s a new longing inside me. Not for adventure or knowledge, but…” She paused briefly, searching for the right words. “…for myself.”

Nami nodded vigorously, almost relieved that she wasn’t alone. “Exactly! It feels as if… as if my own body is something I can’t get enough of.”

They stood side by side, two mirror images, two women who suddenly felt a strange fascination with themselves. The morning light streamed diagonally through the porthole, casting a special glow on their skin.

Robin laughed softly, almost mysteriously. “Maybe we shouldn’t question it. Sometimes the world reveals sides of us we never would have expected.”

Without knowing who had set the ball rolling or why, entirely different thoughts suddenly began to take root in the minds of the two women. Robin placed her hands on her large breasts, encased in her bra, and felt the soft flesh of her supple breasts. Meanwhile, Nami absentmindedly stroked her flat stomach, pinched her skin once to form a roll, and imagined what it would be like to feel real fat there.

The two pretty women of the Straw Hat Crew looked at each other and reveled in these new, unfamiliar thoughts and imaginings of what their bodies would look like if they were many times their current size. The air was warm and heavy, almost as if it had become charged with the two women’s feelings and fantasies. Neither of them noticed the crazy ideas and images of themselves that had suddenly popped into their heads. These new thoughts seemed completely normal to them, and it was only natural for a pretty woman to want even more soft femininity.

The young navigator stood naked in front of the mirror, the dark-haired archaeologist beside her in black lingerie. Both were looking not only into the mirror but into a kind of future they were just now imagining in their minds—strange, incomprehensible, but somehow irresistible. They also pondered how to achieve a new ideal of beauty—new curves that would transform their flawless yet far too slender bodies into something entirely new and feminine. The two pirates had always had large breasts and wonderfully curved hips, but what if they simply ate so much—stuffing themselves over and over again without restraint—that soft, supple fat would actually form entirely new curves along their figures?

“Imagine…,” Nami began hesitantly but also excitedly, grinning as her fingers glided over her flat stomach, “…if there were more here. Not just everything smooth and firm… but soft. A belly that really sags when I bend over.”

Robin tilted her head as if savoring the image like a fine wine. Her gaze wandered from Nami’s stomach to her own midsection and then up to her full breasts. In a calm voice—though, like Nami’s, it carried a distinct undertone of excitement—she replied:

“Or breasts twice as big as they are now. So heavy that they’d sway back and forth with every movement… that I could barely hold them up.”

Robin took off her black bra and cupped her large, soft breasts with both hands. Her fingers gently pressed into the delicate flesh, but her mind was consumed by the thought of what jiggly mountains her breasts would swell into if she gave in to this new hunger brewing inside her.

A smile flitted across Nami’s lips. She let her hands glide along her hips and stroked her slender thighs. Legs that were far too slender, as the navigator now realized when she thought about it.

“Then I want a belly that reaches down to my thighs. So that when I sit down, I have a real, fat blanket over my legs. I want to really feel it on my thighs, and there should be a lot more meat on them, too.”

Robin replied without hesitation, as if the game had suddenly gripped her.

“And I want hips so wide that I can barely fit through the cabin doorframe. That I’d have to squeeze myself through sideways.”

Both laughed softly—not mockingly, but in a strange mixture of fascination and astonishment at the words they themselves were uttering. Their excitement grew, and they looked at each other with mischievous grins and slightly flushed cheeks.

“None of my clothes would fit me anymore,” said Nami, her voice now practically vibrating with lust and this previously unknown craving for fullness, curves, and softness.

“Every blouse would be too tight, every pair of pants would burst at the seams. I’d have to have new clothes tailored for me, over and over again, because I’d outgrow them too quickly every time. All my bikinis and tops would burst over my tits.”

“And I …,” Robin raised both hands, forming a much wider shape at the sides of her own reflection, “…would need help getting up. Imagine trying to get out of bed, but my own body holding me down on the mattress. Every movement would be an effort, but it would be…sexy somehow.”

The words echoed through the room, as heavy as the visions they described. Thoughts that would have seemed impossible and crazy just a day ago now filled both women at the same time.

Nami closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her fingertips on her flat stomach.

“I’d eat and eat… and never get full. My belly would get bigger, rounder, heavier. Eventually, I’d have to hold it up with both arms when I walk.”

“And my thighs… they’d rub against each other, so massive that every step would be a waddle. The sun could tan me, but beneath these mountains of flesh, there’d be spots that would never see the light again. What a thought…. I could even let my arms and legs carry me if I used my devilish powers to create more of them. That would certainly be handy if… if.” Robin trailed off and looked from Nami’s naked, beautiful form to her own, imagining hundreds of new kilos on both of them.

Nami giggled nervously, but the images in her mind kept her captive in this lustful fantasy.

“And my belly would eventually hang down past my knees… every time I wanted to stand up, I’d have to lift it up just to be able to walk at all. Just imagine how wildly it would swing in front of my legs.”

“Then…” Robin lowered her voice as if she were revealing a dark secret, “…imagine our thighs as wide as two pillars side by side. A body that, by its sheer size alone, would change everything around it. Doors, chairs, beds—nothing would fit anymore. Think about it—if Franky had to remodel the Sunny because we… because we’d gotten too fat to fit anywhere.”

Their eyes met in the mirror. There was no disgust, no fear. Just that enigmatic, creeping desire for “more.”

“That sounds so amazing,” Nami whispered, feeling heat spread through her whole body. Robin nodded slowly. “At some point, I’d need helpers to move around. Not because I wanted to, but because my body would be too massive to move on my own. Maybe it wouldn’t even work with my devilish power. Every movement would become a real challenge.”

“Then, if you were already that fat…” Nami stared at her reflection, as if already searching for new rolls of fat on her slender figure, “…my belly would reach all the way to the floor. Even while standing. I’d have to be careful not to let it drag across the deck when I walk.”

A shiver ran through both of them, not out of fear, but from a strange tingle of excitement and possibility.

Nami bit her lip. “If I were like that… I wouldn’t be able to hide anything anymore. Everyone would see right away what I am—a woman who’s fallen in love with her own weight.”

“And I,” Robin said calmly, “would only be able to lie down. Books all around me, while others read to me because I can’t move anymore. Trapped inside my own body, a single mountain of fat. ”

They were silent for a moment; the image they’d painted hung heavily in the room.

But it was Nami who spoke first. Her voice was almost a whisper. “It… doesn’t feel wrong to talk about it. It feels as if… as if I really wanted it.”

Robin nodded slowly. “Yes. As if something inside us is leading us down this path. A strange hunger that isn’t in the stomach, but… here.” She placed a hand on her chest, over her heart. Lust and desire now burned within both women. A ravenous craving for fat. Undulating and dripping, swaying and jiggling. Endless masses of fat, gnawed away by even greater quantities of delicious food.

Both were still staring into the mirror, as if in the coming seconds they might actually see their bodies swelling, becoming heavier, wider, more shapeless.

“We’d eat, day after day, without stopping,” Nami whispered. “Until we could do nothing but… grow and keep eating.”

Robin closed her eyes and spoke softly, her voice full of longing and desire: “Until our bellies touch the floor even when we’re standing. Until we’re nothing but mountains of flesh—trapped, yet free—because we’d be… content, beautiful, and sexy.”

And so they stood there, two female pirates—a navigator and an archaeologist—gazing at their own reflections in the light of the morning sun over the Grand Line, imagining so much more of themselves—images that were perhaps just fantasies… or perhaps had already begun to become reality.

“All hands on deck! Dinner’s ready!”

Sanji’s voice echoed throughout the ship, accompanied by a cloud of smoke and a scent that would have woken even the sleepiest sailor.

It was now noon aboard the Straw Hat Pirates’ ship. Usually, the crew members slept late—especially Zoro and Luffy—or pursued their own hobbies in their cabins or on deck. Usually, the gang’s cook would prepare a huge feast for lunch, when all the members would gather on deck for the first time to eat and laugh together. Sanji tried to take everyone’s preferences and requests for their favorite delicacies and dishes into account. On this day, he had paid special attention to the dishes for Robin and Nami. After using his newly acquired—and still secret—Devil Fruit powers the day before to turn the meat for the two women into something truly special, he now wanted to further capitalize on their expected enthusiasm for his culinary skills.

Luffy was the first to show up. He shot down from the rigging like an arrow, landed right in the middle of the deck, and stared with wide eyes at the long, set table that Sanji had laid out with almost military precision.

“WAAAAAAH! Meat! So much meat!”

“Back off, you rubber monster!” Sanji yelled, waving the frying pan he was still holding. “Don’t start until everyone’s here! And if you’re that eager for your grilled meat, then stick around this time and don’t eat everything the others have left again. Especially not the food for Nami and Robin!”

Lysop arrived shortly afterward, still holding a wrench in one hand. Even though Franky was now taking care of the ship, Lysop would never be able to completely give up that role, after everything he’d done for the Flying Lamb back then.

“That smells fantastic!” he exclaimed. “What did you make this time, Sanji?”

“A proper lunchtime feast, Lysop! A three-course meal for heroes: grilled monkfish with ginger butter, baked seaweed sheets with garlic oil, plus rice, vegetables, plenty of grilled pork and beef, burgers made especially for Franky, a huge selection of sandwiches, a few other treats, and, of course, a dessert made from Heavenly Peaches!”

Franky leaned across the table, extended his smaller, more precise hand from his actual palm, grabbed the first cheeseburger, and grinned.

“AWESOME! I knew it was the right decision to bring you on board!”

“I was part of the crew way before that! We let you come aboard!” Sanji roared angrily.

“That was on your old ship. You all came aboard the Sunny, which I built. Besides, I was referring more to your last ‘side trip’ to Big Mom,” Franky replied, chewing.

Annoyed, the blond cook let it go and said nothing more about it.

Finally, the last few arrived for the big lunch. Zoro, half yawning, half annoyed; Brook, who, with a cheerful “Yohohoho,” was already reaching for the cup of tea Sanji had made for him; Chopper, who immediately climbed onto the chair—barely tall enough to see over the edge of the table and was on the lookout for his beloved cotton candy.

And then, last but not least, Nami and Robin. The two gorgeous women—archaeologist and navigator—of the Straw Hat Crew. Two beauties of the pirate world with their gorgeous, big boobs in their usual stylish outfits, driven by a hunger that no one on the crew could yet fathom, and with fantasies of fuller curves and jiggly fat in their heads that defied all measure. The craving for fat, which Sanji had unintentionally ignited with his new powers, had already taken deep root in both of them. After that morning in front of the mirror, when both had come to terms with their new craving, the two pretty women were practically starving by now.

The two women strode across the deck of the Sunny with their beautiful, long legs and swaying hips, and Sanji instantly transformed into a human steam engine with eyes that were almost heart-shaped.

“NAAAAMIIIILEEEEEEIIIINNN! ROBINCHEEEEENNNN! Welcome to your royal feast! I’ve prepared everything with extra love!”

“That smells absolutely incredible,” said Robin, beaming, as she elegantly took her seat. With a greedy look that didn’t suit her at all, she licked her lips.

“As always, this looks wonderful, Sanji,” Nami grinned, brushing an orange strand of hair from her forehead.

“You just know how to spoil us. How to really take care of a woman.” As she spoke, she placed a hand on her growling but still terribly flat stomach.

The two women wanted fat—an unbelievable amount of sluggish, jiggly, wobbly, soft, wonderful fat. To get it, they had to eat as much as they could—and then some.

Sanji almost sank to his knees, but inside he was floating through the air, gazing adoringly at his two little doves.

Then the feast officially began, and the crew’s navigator and archaeologist started digging in with a ravenous appetite, devouring everything within their reach.

Sanji lit a cigarette; the smoke curled into the salty air. His eyebrow raised. He watched Nami’s throat move as she swallowed, watched Robin’s fingers wipe crumbs from her pretty lips and then immediately shove another treat into her mouth. A slow, unexpected warmth spread through his chest. He exhaled sharply. The cook’s grin widened—sharp and mysterious. This had to have something to do with his new Devil Fruit power, no doubt about it. But what did he make of it? Did he find this eerie craving for his cooking skills troubling? Not really, when he thought about it. Had something gone wrong with the steaks he’d made for Robin and Nami? After all, hadn’t he wanted them to go absolutely crazy for his food? The way to a person’s heart is through their stomach, and Sanji wanted nothing more than to cook his two sweethearts into seventh heaven. Maybe he hadn’t imagined it being quite this extreme, but if they were as obsessed with his cooking as he’d intended with his Devil Fruit powers, it was no wonder how much the two of them were stuffing themselves.

Robin’s skin on her stomach began to gleam with fullness, and Nami’s midsection, too, was slowly swelling out more and more. Never before had any of the Straw Hats seen either of the two women eat so much. Nami groaned as her stomach slowly strained beneath her skimpy shirt. Both enjoyed Sanji’s food like never before, and finally, exhausted and happy, they slumped in their chairs with their bellies bulging out and rubbed their plump tummies.

After the feast, a languid silence hung over the deck, interrupted only by the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the hull. Empty plates piled up into tall towers, and countless bowls had been scraped clean, leaving only a few shiny streaks of grease and crumbs. Nami and Robin were still sitting there, their backs pressed against the backs of their chairs and their hands resting on their bellies, which had swollen mightily forward. Their skin was taut, smooth, and shiny like freshly polished lacquer. Beneath their shirts, their stomachs bulged wide and hard. Every breath lifted the rounded domes a little further, causing the two stuffed women to groan. This it would continue from now on, because neither of them would feel full anytime soon. The only thing Nami and Robin wanted to feel after a meal was being so full that they were about to burst. That was the only thing that felt like satisfaction to them. And when the two pirates thought about what all that food would do to their bodies…

Chapter 2: Swelling Beauties

The Thousand Sunny continued to glide over the calm waves of the Grand Line, while the days following that special lunch slowly blended into one another. After the feast, Nami and Robin had retreated to their cabin, their hands still resting on their plump, taut bellies, which bulged out from under their shirts. The hunger that had gripped them hadn’t gone away. It lay deeper within them, pressing urgently. Not a purely physical need, but an exhilarating, hot, and seemingly insatiable craving for more. This hunger had Nami and Robin greedily eyeing the galley and pantry just minutes after every excessive feast.

Sanji was standing in his galley very early that morning, looking at the leftovers from the previous day. The two women’s empty plates were piled higher than those of the rest of the crew. Every day he had to prepare more food to fill Nami and Robin up, but he did it with great pleasure and burning passion. The cook lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into the salty air. Something wasn’t right. His new powers had taken effect—there was no mistaking that, given how much Nami and Robin loved his cooking. But not in the way he’d imagined. Instead of a gentle, seductive bond with his kitchen, something bigger seemed to have taken root. A hunger that went beyond what any normal person could handle and fit more into the category of eating machines like Luffy. Without his stretchy body and incredibly strong and fast metabolism, the two female pirates, with such vast quantities of food, they were stuffing themselves with, do nothing but swell up and gain weight very quickly. But was that really a bad thing? Lately, he’d been trying to fulfill every wish of the two beauties on the pirate crew without hesitation, cooking them as much as their ever-expanding stomachs could handle. If the two of them loved it so much and seemed perfectly at peace with their growing curves, why should Sanji do anything about it? Besides, he also liked how the two women’s lovely curves were developing and how much they were now clinging to him because of the food.

When Nami and Robin appeared on deck that morning, the difference was already clearly visible. Even in the past few days, their changes hadn’t gone unnoticed by anyone—least of all Sanji, who seemed to take great pleasure in the women’s curvier figures. Nami’s shirt stretched slightly over her stomach, which was no longer completely flat. Robin’s blouse clung more tightly to her breasts and waist. Both beamed when they caught the scent of fresh bread and fried bacon.

“Sanji, you’re an angel,” said Nami, sitting down with her hand already resting on her stomach. “I could just eat all day today.”

Robin gave her that familiar, knowing smile.

“And I wouldn’t stop you, my little dove,” cooed the blond cook, kicking Luffy—who was drooling and lurking behind a barrel—aside. “This food isn’t for you, you glutton!”

Sanji then served more and more from the galley, piling the delicious dishes in front of the two women. He watched as they dug in uninhibitedly, biting and swallowing without pause.

The grease and sauces glistened on their lips, butter dripped onto their plates, and they went back for serving after serving. When they were done, their bellies bulged noticeably beneath their clothes. Nami groaned softly and rubbed her taut skin. Robin did the same, her fingers gliding with relish over the curve.

In the days that followed, all of this repeated itself almost exactly the same way over and over again. Sanji cooked ever-larger quantities in the morning, at noon, and in the evening. He put more butter in the pans, seared the steaks in more fat, and baked cakes with double the cream. At first, he’d been worried. At night, he lay awake thinking about the fruit, the glistening fat, and the way Nami and Robin were now eating as if there were no tomorrow. What if the power made them sick? What if they lost control? But just as before, the cook came to the conclusion that it wasn’t so bad after all to let the two female pirates eat to their hearts’ content—even if he was the one who had sparked that craving in the first place. For the time being, he pushed aside thoughts of their health whenever his mind wandered to the two women’s curving figures.

Sanji thought of their faces and their flushed, chewing cheeks, their shining eyes, the soft moans as their bellies expanded. They were happy. Truly happy. And he was the one who brought that happiness to their plates. Slowly, his worries subsided.

After only a short time, Nami’s waist was no longer as slim as before. A soft ring had formed around her midsection, bulging above the waistband of her shorts. When she bent over, her skin formed a delicate roll. Her hips had become fuller, her buttocks rounded beneath the fabric and wiggled a little more with every step. Her breasts pressed more firmly against her bra, but the biggest difference was in her belly. It already hung slightly forward, soft and heavy, and could be cupped with both hands.

Robin’s figure was slightly different. Her belly bulged forward, round and firm, like a gentle sphere that became increasingly prominent beneath the fabric of her blouses. Her breasts, already ample, grew heavier and fuller. The necklines of her tops were lower, and when she sat down, the weight rested noticeably on her lap. Her hips widened, but the center of gravity clearly lay on her plump, massive front and her overflowing cleavage.

That evening, they stood in front of the mirror in their cabin again—naked this time—and gazed at the changes with a mixture of amazement and desire.

“Look,” Nami murmured, reaching into the soft mass below her navel. “It’s already sagging. When I turn, it swings along behind me. And here…” She reached for her hips, where new rolls of fat were beginning to form. “It feels so good.”

Robin stood beside her, her hands cupping her heavy breasts, lifting them and then letting them fall again. “Mine are getting fuller every day. I can feel the weight when I walk. And my belly…” She stroked the rounded curve. “It’s so firm and yet so soft. It’s crazy, but… I want it to get even bigger.”

They kept eating, every day, more and more with every meal. Sanji noticed and cooked even bigger portions accordingly. For breakfast, there were scrambled eggs with double the usual amount of bacon and cheese; for lunch, whole platters of grilled meat and potatoes in butter; and in the evenings, cakes, pudding, and fried sweets. Nami and Robin never held back. They ate until their bellies were hard and bulging, and then lay on the sofas on deck, hands resting on their bellies, enjoying the heavy, warm feeling. Under the watchful eyes of their somewhat confused and concerned friends, they stuffed themselves with as much as they could at every opportunity.

After two weeks, their old shorts and skirts no longer fit properly. Nami had to tuck the waistband under her belly so that the soft mass hung over it and jiggled with every movement. Robin no longer buttoned her blouses all the way up; the fabric stretched tight over their round bellies and heavy breasts. Both walked around with their buttons slightly undone and in ill-fitting, skin-tight clothes, enjoying it when they looked at each other or admired their growing curves in a mirror.

“It feels so sexy,” Nami remarked one evening as she twirled in front of the mirror. Her belly now hung out clearly, in two soft rolls that overlapped when she sat down. Her hips and butt had noticeably grown; the fabric of her shorts cut into her soft skin, causing the rolls of fat to spill over.

“Every step reminds me of just how much more I am now.”

Robin, whose belly protruded, round and large, nodded. Her breasts rested heavily on her upper curve, and when she raised her arms, the soft flesh trembled, which now hung down from them. Both had become soft and plump all over, but their breasts and bellies had already reached a very substantial size and hung heavily on the young, pretty women.

“I could stand here for hours just touching myself. The weight… the fat… it makes me hungry for so much more.”

Sanji watched it all from a distance and smiled behind his cigarette. His worries had vanished. He saw two women blossoming in their new forms, enjoying his cooking with a greed that aroused him as well. He cooked even more lavishly, adding more cream to the sauces, more fat to the dishes.

The excessive stuffing and gluttony continued, and over time, Nami and Robin fell further and further out of shape, enjoying it more and more with every kilo they gained.

Nami’s belly became a heavy, sagging mass of soft folds. It hung over her pubic area, folded into several layers, and swayed with every step. Her skin was smooth and flawless, and the flesh beneath it was soft and pliable. Her hips and buttocks had grown massively; her thighs rubbed against each other, and the fabric of her clothes was already bursting at the seams. Her breasts were fuller, but her center of gravity was clearly lower. When she bent over, her large, sagging belly seriously got in the way, and the sensation made her groan.

Robin had a round, protruding belly that bulged firmly and plumply forward and rested on her thighs when she sat. Her breasts had become enormously flabby and gigantic. Heavy, soft, and so full that they burst out of the neckline of every blouse. By now she wore only loose-fitting shirts, which she left open, and enjoyed how the weight bore down on her body and made everything jiggle as she walked. Her hips were wider, but her belly and breasts dominated the archaeologist’s once-slender, tall frame.

They ate almost nonstop now. Sanji set out special trays for her that stayed full all day long. Meat, cheese, pastries, fried foods, creamy desserts—anything that combined fat and sweetness. Along with plenty of tea and orange juice loaded with sugar. The crew had grown accustomed to the sight by now. Luffy was happy about the larger portions, which meant there was plenty left over for everyone. Zoro simply shrugged. Franky grinned and said the Sunny could easily handle the extra weight.

One evening, after a particularly lavish meal, Nami and Robin lay naked on the large pillows in their cabin. The moon shone through the porthole, casting a silvery light on their bodies.

Nami slowly ran her hand over the heavy folds of her belly. Every touch made the flesh jiggle and wrinkle.

“It’s gotten so heavy,” she whispered excitedly. “When I walk, I can feel it swaying. And here…” She reached for her hips and her plump buttocks. “It feels so full and soft. I want it to get even bigger. Even saggier. Even softer. I never thought I’d end up with such a mega-butt.”

Robin lay next to her, her large breasts sagging to the side, her round belly like a hill between them. She reached into the soft flesh and squeezed. “My tits… they’ve gotten so heavy. And my belly pushes out so nicely. I feel… sexy. Hungry for even more of what Sanji cooks.”

Nami’s gaze wandered over their two plump, beautiful bodies. “We kind of felt the same way, didn’t we? We think we look great and sexy just the way we are now, and we just suddenly had this… hunger.”

“If you’re asking what’s causing all this, I have no idea either, Nami. But as weird as it sounds, does it really matter? I feel great this way, and I think we both look fantastic.”

“Yeah, I think so too. I’m just thinking…you know how we used to fantasize about getting unbelievably fat—how we wanted to get so fat we couldn’t even move anymore. Did we really…just fantasize? We’re just getting fatter and fatter.”

Robin smiled and ran her hands over her huge breasts and then over her enormously bloated, monstrous belly. Like a mountain of fat, it swelled over her swollen thighs, which were covered in rolls of fat. Then, with a groan, the archaeologist hoisted herself up and waddled over to Nami, her belly swaying and her breasts swinging back and forth . The talk about her weight gain had aroused both women greatly, and now seeing her wonderful, fat bodies like this was the final straw. Robin slid one of her hands under Nami’s bulging potbelly and leaned down toward the navigator. Nami’s soft hands grabbed hold of the jiggly flesh of Robin’s overflowing, fat-laden tits.

They kissed, their hands wandering over each other’s new curves, and savored the feeling of fullness and their beautiful, swollen bodies. There was so much new, beautiful fat on both of them to explore.

The weeks passed, and the weight gain continued. The two women’s clothes grew tighter and tighter, until both were wearing only loose shirts and stretchy shorts, which nonetheless disappeared beneath their bellies. They were always naked in their own rooms so as not to constrain their bodies unnecessarily, and their mass continued to grow with each passing day. Both greatly enjoyed bathing and showering, and they loved lathering each other’s wet, sagging fat. This often led to passionate lovemaking as they aroused each other with the sight of one another’s fattened bodies.

Nami now moved with a pronounced waddle; her sagging belly swung heavily in front of her, folding into thick, soft rolls. Robin walked with a pronounced arch in her back, her round belly protruding before her, her enormous breasts resting upon it. They had both grown into veritable mountains of flesh with huge bellies, which no longer resembled the women they had been just a short time before, with the exception of their pretty faces and hair. Like fat sacks, their breasts rested on the fattened bellies, and the rolls and sacks swayed and jiggled against their legs, which had swollen into pillars, and their puffy arms.

Sanji now cooked almost exclusively for them, in quantities that would once have fed the entire crew. He enjoyed it. Every time they reached for another serving, every soft moan as their bellies stretched further, filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction. The Devil Fruit power had brought about something unexpected—but it was beautiful. They were happy, and he was the reason why.

By the end of the eighth week, they both weighed around two hundred thirty kilograms.

Chopper had been watching the change with growing concern. One morning, he asked the two of them to come to the infirmary.

“I have to examine you,” he said seriously. “The weight… it’s gone up too fast.”

Nami and Robin exchanged a glance and smiled. “Of course, Chopper,” Robin said calmly. “But you’ll see that everything’s fine.”

They undressed. Standing naked before him, the light from the cabin fell upon their bodies.

Nami was a vision of soft, heavy curves. Her belly hung low and was full of folds—several thick rolls layered one on top of the other, extending past her pubic area and swaying with every movement. Her skin was taut and glossy, the flesh beneath it supple and warm. Her hips and buttocks were massive and round, her thighs thick and soft, so that they rubbed against each other. Her breasts lay full and heavy on the upper part of her belly. She ran her hand over the rolls and smiled.

“Feel that, Chopper. It’s so soft. And so heavy. I love it.” ”

Robin stood beside her, her round, protruding belly firm and plump, arching forward so that it rested on her thighs. Her breasts were enormous—heavy, soft, and so full that they sagged low and swayed on either side of her massive belly. She lifted one breast slightly and let it slap back down, causing everything to jiggle and quiver.

“It feels wonderful. Every extra kilo makes me hungrier and happier.”

Chopper weighed the two women separately. The scale read just over two hundred thirty kilograms for both of them. He checked their pulse, breathing, and joints. Everything was fine—surprisingly fine. No pain, no limitations other than their sheer weight.

“You… you’re healthy,” he said slowly. “But the pace… I was worried.”

Nami laughed softly and placed a hand on his head. “We know that. And we love it. Every extra centimeter, every kilogram. It feels right. Sexy. Right.”

Robin nodded. “Sanji cooks for us, and we eat, and we grow. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us.”

Chopper looked at them for a long time. Then he sighed and smiled a little. “If that’s really what you want… I can make a remedy. Something that minimizes the risks of further weight gain. Joints, heart, skin—everything protected. Then you could… gain even more weight without worrying about what might happen.”

The two women’s eyes lit up.

“Really?” Nami asked breathlessly. Her sagging belly jiggled as she stepped forward.

“Yes, of course. I just want to help. To keep you healthy and happy,” said Chopper. “If that’s what you want.”

Robin placed a hand on her round belly and smiled deeply and contentedly. “We do. We want so much more.”

Sanji, who had been leaning against the door and secretly eavesdropping on everything, lit a new cigarette. His grin was wide and somewhat perverse. “Then I’ll give you even more. For my two beauties.”

Nami and Robin looked at each other—naked, heavy, and overjoyed—and knew that this was only the beginning.

“I have an idea, now that I think about it, with Chopper keeping an eye on our health,” Nami mused. “We’re just going to get fatter even faster now, and I think we need to start thinking about a few other things, too. It’s going to get harder and harder for us to walk, and eventually we won’t even be able to get out of our beds. Our hips will get too wide for door frames, and our fat bellies will surely hang all the way to the floor at some point—and it’ll just keep going from there. I think we need some help with that, if we keep eating like this.”

Robin lifted her belly with her hands—or at least tried to. Her belly jutted out extremely far and bulged heavily down to the middle of her fat thighs.

“I think I know what you mean, Nami. Good thing we have the best shipwright and mechanic on board.”

Chapter 3: The Right Ship for the Right Crew

The Thousand Sunny had never been built to carry two women who were systematically turning into living mountains of soft, jiggly flesh. But Franky was the best shipwright in the world and more than ready to use his skills to solve the problems caused by the women’s growing bodies. When Nami and Robin approached him one morning, already panting heavily and with bellies that hung over their knees—which were buried under rolls of fat—the cyborg just grinned widely and shouted, “AWESOME! A challenge for the world’s best shipbuilder!”

He got to work right away. Within a few days, the narrow door frames of the women’s cabin had disappeared. Franky sawed, welded, and reinforced for all he was worth. The doors were transformed into a double set that opened outward and was wide enough for even a body with a circumference of over three meters to fit through. The threshold was removed and replaced with a gentle, reinforced ramp made of seaworthy wood and rubber, which made walking or waddling easier. The berths themselves were remodeled: The beds were lowered, widened, and equipped with hydraulic lifting mechanisms. Franky installed small motors under the mattresses —flat, stable platforms on heavy casters that could be moved slowly back and forth or raised slightly at the push of a button. This way, when getting up became impossible, Nami and Robin could at least change their position without assistance. In addition, he built two sturdy scooters: low, wide vehicles with reinforced seats that looked like small, open-top cars. The seats were deep and bowl-shaped,

so their massive bellies and hips would fit inside, and the steering was so simple that even thick fingers could operate it. With these scooters, the two women could still roll across the deck as long as their arms and legs still had some strength left.

Sanji watched the modifications with a mix of pride and growing excitement. His Devil Fruit power—the Addiction Fruit—had achieved far more than he’d ever expected. Instead of a light and sensual seduction through taste, the addiction had latched onto the fat itself, onto the feeling of fullness, onto the unstoppable swelling. And he loved it, just as much as the two women he had influenced with it. Every morning he now cooked in quantities that would once have fed the entire crew for a week. Barrels full of butter, whole halves of pigs or cows, mountains of cheese, huge fish, and vast quantities of seafood, cream, fried dough, and sugary desserts. The pantry was constantly restocked; Franky and Lysop arranged for additional supplies on the islands they visited. Luffy was delighted by the larger portions that were still left over for him. Moreover, the crew accepted the two female pirates’ behavior—or rather, didn’t let the gluttonous, ever-growing mountains of fat bother them. Chopper kept his promise: He regularly brewed a special serum that protected their joints, hearts, and skin. The two women remained surprisingly healthy, though they were incredibly fat, flabby, and slowly but surely becoming immobile.

Nami and Robin enjoyed every new phase of the changes that their weight gain brought—whether to their bodies or to the Sunny itself. After reaching two hundred thirty kilograms, their weight gain accelerated significantly once again. With Sanji’s help, Chopper’s health tonics, and the new modifications, that was no surprise.

They were now eating almost nonstop. Sanji placed large trays right next to their beds and scooters. In the morning, scrambled eggs with bacon swimming in butter, towers of pancakes with cream and syrup, whole loaves of bread soaked in melted cheese. For lunch, platters full of grilled meat, fried potatoes, burgers as big as their heads, along with creamy soups and sauces. In the evenings, cakes, pudding, ice cream in huge bowls, candy, and even more fatty meat. In between, constant snacks: cheese cubes, sweet fruit in vast quantities, chocolate—anything that combined fat and sweetness. They stuffed themselves until their bellies were hard and bulging, groaned with pleasure, and rubbed their distended bellies—only to reach for the next bite again after a brief pause.

After another month or so, both had already surpassed three hundred kilograms. Nami’s belly had become a massive, multi-layered mass of fat that reached down past her knees and got heavily in the way with every attempt to walk. Her skin was smooth and shiny, the flesh beneath soft and yielding like warm dough. Her hips and buttocks had expanded into enormous, jiggling masses; her thighs were so thick that she could only sit with her legs spread apart, and even then the folds of flesh pressed against one another. Her breasts lay full and heavy on the upper part of her stomach, threatening to completely burst out of her skimpy bikini top. She waddled with great difficulty, groaning with every step, and soon needed the scooter just to get across the deck at all. Robin, on the other hand, had a round, protruding monster belly that bulged firmly and plumply forward and rested on her thighs when she sat. Her breasts were gigantic—heavy, soft sacks that hung low and swayed on either side of her belly, jiggling and slapping with every movement. Her hips were wide, her arms and legs covered in thick rolls of fat. She walked with a pronounced sway in her lower back, carrying her belly out in front of her, and relished the weight she felt with every step. The legs of the two women kept developing new shapes of fat and rolls of flesh, looking increasingly grotesque. Even their faces had accumulated a fair amount of fat by now and were swelling up beautifully with plump cheeks and large double chins.

The fat female pirates stood—or rather, sat and lay —in front of the large mirror again in the evening, which Franky had specially enlarged and repositioned. Naked, panting, their hands buried deep in their own mountains of flesh.

“Just look at this,” Nami gasped, lifting one of the heavy rolls of her belly with both hands, only to let it fall again. The flesh wobbled and sloshed. “It’s so heavy… so soft. And here…” She reached for her massive hips and plump buttocks. “It feels so full. I want so much more. I think if I got too fat to walk, I’d actually like it.”

Robin lay next to her, her enormous breasts sagging to the side, her belly like a mountain between them. She reached into the soft flesh and squeezed, moaning softly. “My tits… they’ve gotten so heavy, too, that I can barely lift them anymore. And my belly pushes out so nicely. I feel… sexy. And I know what you mean, Nami. Getting too fat to get up and walk sounds kind of sexy.”

The arousal was as intense as their hunger. Often, these moments in front of the mirror—when they lay alone in their cabin, stuffed and exhausted—ended in passionate lovemaking, during which they caressed each other’s bellies, massaged each other’s breasts, and imagined just how much heavier they would become.

After some time, Franky reinforced the deck planks and installed additional ramps leading to all the important areas. The galley was redesigned so that Sanji could deliver food directly to the scooters and later to the beds. Chopper came by regularly with his serum and weighed the two of them as well. At 380 kilograms, he just smiled and said, “You’re healthier than ever before. Just… very, very heavy.”

Sanji cooked with ever-increasing passion. He experimented with even richer recipes. Every time Nami or Robin reached for another serving and groaned as their bellies stretched further, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction. The Addiction Fruit had bound them to him and to the food—and to the feeling of growing unstoppably, with indescribable pleasure.

Chapter 4: Finally Too Fat for… Everything

The weeks continued to pass, and the weight gain persisted relentlessly. Weighing over 400 kilograms, Nami and Robin could barely stand on their own anymore. Getting out of bed required hydraulic lifts and often the help of Robin’s devil powers—extra arms and hands that hoisted their own bodies up. Even then, they could only waddle a few meters, gasping for breath, their massive bellies dragging along the ground, their thighs rubbing against each other, until sweat glistened on their skin and they had to sink down onto the scooters, exhausted. By now, their monstrous bellies had finally reached the floor even while standing and, though differently shaped, were, for both of them, nothing more than waterfall-like avalanches of fat full of rolls and stretch marks.

Franky continued to modify the scooters: The seats were made even lower and wider, with soft padding and straps to support their bellies. He installed small motors that allowed the vehicles to roll forward slowly at the push of a button, so the women barely had to steer at all. The beds were fitted with stronger lifting mechanisms and even small conveyor belts that brought Sanji’s trays right to them. The cabin became a single large room made up of soft mats, pillows, and reinforced floors. Mirrors covered all the walls so the two women could look at themselves at any time. At the women’s request, systems made of tubes were also developed: on the one hand, to dispose of waste, and on the other, to satisfy the two pirates’ unbridled lust using various attachments and a machine.

Nami was now a veritable mountain of flesh. Her belly hung down in countless thick, soft rolls, folding over one another and jiggling with every slightest movement. Her skin was flawless and glossy except for the prominent stretch marks; the flesh beneath was so yielding that one could press one’s hands deep into it. Her hips and buttocks formed a massive, jiggling mass; her thighs were as thick as barrels; her arms were covered in rolls of fat. Her breasts lay full and heavy on her upper abdomen, but the real center of gravity was her sagging front. She could only move with the greatest effort and assistance, and she relished every second of it. Every attempt to waddle ended in gasping laughter and a craving for the next feast.

Robin’s belly was every bit as large as Nami’s, and for both women, it was above all the belly that increasingly covered and enveloped their bodies in fat. In the archaeologist’s case, however, there were also her massive, colossal fat tits. Her breasts were monstrous—heavy, soft sacks that sagged low, swayed on either side of her belly, and jiggled violently with every movement. Her legs and arms were covered in thick, jiggly rolls. Robin was using her Devil Fruit powers more and more frequently to create extra hands to support her own body or fetch food. Both women were now practically always naked; clothing had long since become impossible. The loose shirts, which might still have been practical, now served only to cover them makeshiftly when they rolled out onto the deck.

Robin had also begun using her Devil Fruit powers to fatten up Nami, in addition to her own weight gain. That day, Sanji had prepared something very special for them. The cabin was bathed in warm afternoon light. Nami and Robin lay naked side by side, two massive mounds of flesh, each weighing around four hundred kilograms. Both were breathing deeply and with pleasure, their skin warm and yielding beneath their own caressing hands. They were savoring their own immense obesity.

Sanji had personally brought the cake, which now stood in their cabin—a gigantic orange cream cake that he had baked especially for them. The cake was so large that it sat on its own reinforced tray: several layers of golden-yellow sponge cake, with thick layers of velvety orange cream in between, glistening beneath the glaze and smelling of fresh fruit and butter. The scent alone made Nami’s stomach growl, even though it was already full to bursting.

Robin smiled her familiar, knowing smile and activated her Devil Fruit powers. Dozens of delicate yet strong hands sprouted from the floor, the walls, and even her own body. They wrapped around the cake, grabbed large, creamy pieces, and brought them straight to Nami’s lips.

“Open wide, Nami. ” Robin murmured in a warm voice, while one of her duplicated hands gently stroked Nami’s protruding belly. “Sanji made it just for you. Well, actually for both of us, but I know—with that orange flavor… it’s just your thing, sweetie. Lots of creamy whipped cream… and lots of fat.”

Nami moaned softly as the first piece reached her mouth. The cream was cool and velvety, the sponge cake moist, the orange fresh and intense. She chewed and swallowed greedily while more hands were already holding the next piece ready. Piece by piece, Robin stuffed her full. The creamy mixture slid down, further stretching her already heavy stomach. Nami’s belly began to swell visibly, her love handles tightened, and her skin glistened even more. She gasped between bites, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

“More…,” she gasped, her voice thick with arousal. “Even more, Robin…,” she mumbled between labored chews.

Robin laughed softly and was only too happy to comply. His hands worked tirelessly, shoving ever-larger portions into Nami’s mouth. Cream dripped onto her heavy breasts and belly. With every bite, the gigantic bulge grew. Her belly became harder, plumper, and pressed against her thighs. Nami moaned louder, her fingers digging into her own soft folds, while Robin’s hands tenderly forced more and more of the rich dessert into the young woman.

“Can you feel it filling up?” Robin whispered, one hand caressing Nami’s giant belly. “So full… and so heavy.”

Nami could only nod and gasp as she continued to eat. When the last large piece was shoved inside, her stomach was so full that her belly looked like a taut drum. The folds had expanded even further, and her skin glistened, dangerously overstretched, and with every breath she groaned at the intense, almost painful fullness. Robin stroked the enormous belly in slow circles, pressing gently, and savored the feeling of extreme tension.

“Perfect,” she murmured excitedly. “So stuffed… and yet you still want more, don’t you?”

Nami gasped in agreement, her eyes glazed over with bliss and addiction. The orange cream cake had served its purpose—and her hunger was far from satisfied.

“That’s exactly what I want, too.”

They ate practically all day without a break. Sanji kept bringing food nonstop. Large bowls of creamy soups, whole roasts, towers of cheese and meat, desserts of enormous size and quantity. Nami and Robin stuffed themselves, groaned, rubbed their bulging bellies, and reached for the next bite. Their hunger was never satisfied. Feeling full just meant being so stuffed they were about to burst—and even then, they still wanted more. The excitement was ever-present. They often caressed each other while eating, massaging their heavy breasts, reaching into the rolls of fat on their bellies, kissing with lips glistening with grease. At least as far as they could still reach each other. Otherwise, the machines—vibrating between the masses of fat on their thighs—or Robin’s devilish powers provided a solution.

Chapter 5: Immobile and Insatiable

The time leading up to the unfathomable 700-kilogram mark passed in a frenzy of eating, growth, and lustful immobility. At five hundred kilograms, Nami and Robin could no longer stand up on their own. The hydraulic mattresses and Robin’s extra arms were necessary just to get them into a sitting position. The scooters were converted into mobile beds —low, wide platforms with deep recesses into which their massive bodies were cradled. Franky installed feeding devices: small conveyor belts and holders that brought Sanji’s trays directly to their mouths. All the women had to do was bite down and swallow. Their normal arms were so encrusted with rolls of fat and swollen that it was very difficult to use them to shovel food into their mouths all day long.

Nami was now a veritable immobile mountain of flesh. Her belly hung in countless thick, soft rolls down to the floor and beyond, folding over itself in heavy layers and covering her legs almost completely. Her skin glistened; her flesh was so soft and pliable that it sloshed and wobbled with every touch. Her hips and buttocks formed an enormous, jiggling mass, her thighs and arms covered in rolls of fat, her breasts full and heavy, resting on her upper abdomen. She could barely move at all—just her fingers, her head, and slight tremors of her body. Every effort ended in gasping moans and a craving for more food.

Robin was a round, protruding, monstrous mountain of fat. Her belly bulged huge and plump forward, resting on the floor and her thighs; her breasts were monstrous, heavy sacks that drooped low and rested on either side of the bed, which was flooded with fat. Her hips were as wide as the entire bed; her limbs were covered in thick rolls and wrapped in endless layers of fat. She constantly used her demonic powers to create extra hands to hold the food or caress her own body. Both women were naked, their bodies a landscape of soft, jiggling fat.

They ate nonstop. Sanji supplied a constant stream: creamy soups, whole roasts, mountains of cheese, fried delicacies, cakes, chips, cookies, sausages, fish, and fruit in huge quantities. Nami and Robin stuffed themselves, moaned with pleasure, and rubbed their plump, sagging bellies—at least as far as they could still reach them—while reaching for the next spoonful or forkful of food.

Their hunger was insatiable. Feeling full simply meant extreme fullness—and even then, they wanted more. The excitement was constant. They caressed each other as much as possible, kissed, and explored each other’s endless softness. While eating or in their beds at night, they loved to fantasize about gaining even more weight, becoming even more immobile.

Chopper weighed them one last time: Nami came in at just under 733 kilograms, while Robin’s reading was 726 kilograms.

“You two are… amazing,” he said quietly and thoughtfully. “Healthy. Stable. And… happy. And my treatment is working perfectly.” He smiled and handed them the next serum in small vials. Franky stood nearby, grinning. “Sunny can handle a lot more. I can make them even bigger if necessary. Scooters, beds—everything’s ready for even more weight.”

Nami and Robin lay side by side on the enlarged beds, their bodies so massive that they sank deep into the mattresses. Their bellies hung and bulged, their breasts heavy and jiggly, their limbs buried in fat. They could barely move, but their eyes shone with happiness and hunger.

“We’re… so fat,” Nami gasped, trying to run a hand over one of her heavy rolls of belly fat.

“733 kilos… and I want even more. Even less able to move. Until all I can do is eat and grow. No end in sight.”

Robin smiled, her voice soft and excited. “Yes. More. Always more. Sanji’s food… our fat… it’s perfect. We’re sexy. We’re satisfied. And we’re far from done. Fat is so great, so sexy. Our fat and fat to eat. I just love it.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” said Nami happily. Sanji brought the next tray. The two women dug in and continued to stuff themselves, moaning and gasping with pleasure and exertion. The Thousand Sunny glided on across the Grand Line, and Nami and Robin—immobile, gigantic, and insatiable—still wanted more.