Speciality Food (Patreon)

Series: Monster Musume

Characters: Miia, Papi, Miss Smith

Contains: Weight gain

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Miss Smith tugged at her skirt as she waddled the last steps to Kimihito’s door. She hadn’t stopped by in a while, so part of her was excited. She got a kick out of the shenanigans that took place in the young man’s home.

Smith stopped in front of the door for a last-minute check. Her long, black hair was straight and neat. She ensured no sauce or crumbs clung to her chubby cheeks, too. The buttons of her shirt were somehow buttoned over a full chest and rounded belly. It had taken an hour to get that shirt on, so she was pleased it still looked neat. Her bust was somewhat easy to wrangle as her bra held the cantaloupe-sized lumps steady. It wasn’t as simple with her belly, which she had to stuff into the fabric’s confines. Without that management, the pudge would hang over her thighs like a flabby apron.

Moving on, Miss Smith made sure her skirt covered what it needed to. Her hips were wide, but she didn’t see much of an issue. Her office chair still held her fine enough. Sure, her hips got close to the edge, but they didn’t spill over. The skirt also adequately covered a plush rump with modestly pillow-like cheeks. The agent felt she had the perfect amount to flaunt. Paired with plush thighs that gently squished together, Miss Smith was confident her additional padding complemented her already gorgeous figure.

Why was Miss Smith overweight, some would ask. She worked a stressful job ensuring humans and monster girls could cohabitate in peace! That stress demanded junk food to compensate. Also, maybe she snuck some food that was designed for monster girls.

Monster girls came in all different kinds, and they had dietary requirements different from humans. The government had designed specialty foods for some species as a test. Those tests were the reason for Miss Smith’s visit. She had delivered specialty lamia and harpy food to Kimihito’s home, and it was about time to see the results.

Miss Smith opened the door and peered inside. “Hello, don’t mind if I let myself in. Darling? Are you here?” She called, referring to Kimihito as darling, just as another resident did.

A bulky mass slithered off a nearby couch. The figure arched as thickly padded back before hammy arms reached into the air. “Gyaaaaah!” Miia groaned and stretched, her gelatinous form wobbling as she did. “Hmm, Miss Smith?” She asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Darling went shopping with some of the others. I wanted to go, but it’s too chilly out.”

Miia slumped back down. Her cold-bloodedness made her prone to lethargy in cool weather. That wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was the amount of weight the lamia had gained. Miss Smith was stunned to see the formerly curvaceous monster girl nearly as round as a ball.

On her human half at least.

Miia had a long, snake-like tail covered in red scales. The thickest point used to be the origin at her hips. It thinned as it stretched on to the tip, but that muscular vision was just a memory. Miia’s hips were wider than the doorway Miss Smith easily slipped through. Even with the scales, the tail looked doughy. It was obvious how it squished against anything it touched. The edge of the couch, table legs, and a nearby wall. All these caused the tail to morph around them.

Miia’s human half was more obviously buried in flab. A smooth, round belly rolled out from her abdomen. In the center was a belly button deep enough for a fist to fit into. Supple curves started from meaty love handles and continued to a supple paunch. The texture looked incredibly soft as one of Miia’s hands lazily ran across it. A trail gently followed where thick fingers touched only to spring back like freshly rolled dough.

Further up, two breasts, like overstuffed pillows, were squished between the couch cushions and Miia’s head. They were voluptuous, round, and surprisingly perky for their size. Miss Smith couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous…

“Miia, have you been eating the specialty food we sent?” Miss Smith asked. She had fully entered Kimihito’s home by now. She waddled over to the obese lamia and prodded the side of her stomach. The woman’s finger easily delved into the plush blubber. ‘I had thought my weight was because I’m human. Maybe the monster food in general has too many calories?’ She thought and further squeezed Miia. She pressed her hand flat against belly fat, and there was hardly resistance when she squeezed. Fat bulged between her fingers and around her palms. Lamia tended to be slender in appearance, but surprisingly muscular beneath.

Miia was none of that. Her bulk billowed outward, and it was pure fat. No matter how deep Miss Smith prodded and squeezed, there was no muscle to be found.

Miia smiled in her drowsy state. “Yeah, I ate all the food you sent. It was yummy.” She yawned and stretched again. More jiggles rolled across her like gentle waves. It was almost mesmerizing. “I still think my cooking is better, though. I’ve gotten super good at it lately.”

“That might explain it. You’ve eaten everything we sent you and then some.” Miss Smith sighed and rubbed her brow. “I can’t tell if your weight gain is solely the specialty food then. I’ll just have to check the others.”

Rustling sounded from deeper in the house. “Boss? You home?” The energetic voice of Papi sounded. She always had a bright, albeit loud, voice. What was out of the ordinary was the thuds that accompanied her.

Miss Smith turned to a hallway just in time to see the harpy bumble into the living room. She failed to stop in time despite her flapping wings, so a newly plump belly bumped against Smith’s.

“Whoops! Papi is sorry!” The harpy giggled, unbothered by her plushness being pressed to Miss Smith’s.

This was a more surprising revelation. Monster Girls had large appetites compared to humans, but Harpies were meant to stay petite…at least the flying varieties. Papi looked too thick to even qualify as the ground-dwelling species. Even those were built for speed, while Papi looked like she could hardly stand!

The plumpness of Papi’s upper body wasn’t too extreme. Her cheeks were rounder, and she had a double chin. Her shoulders were more padded, and each arm was plump up to the wing. Hardly any fat had gone to her chest, but there was a more pronounced curve there.

Everything below Papi’s chest was absurd. Miia was fatter, but that was a given! Lamia had massive appetites, and Miss Smith expected no less of her. Papi? That threw the theory of Miia eating all the specialty food out the window. 

Papi’s body rapidly filled outward. Her belly filled outward in a mostly rounded lump of fat. It spilled over her waistline, fully obscuring her jean shorts. The curves flowed seamlessly from love handles, making a wide, thick belly. It was smaller than Miss Smith’s, but the agent could see where most of the fat went.

It was easy to glance over Papi’s shoulder. What was difficult was comprehending how the absurd amount of butt fat could fit in Papi’s shorts. The harpy had a full shelf butt. With their bodies squished together, Miss Smith’s arms were still too short to reach the furthest curve of Papi’s butt cheeks.

That is, if she tried.

Fat rolled out further and further until the harpy’s cheeks were thicker than couch cushions in every dimension. The width of the top, bigger. The width from the backs of the cheeks, bigger. The thickness from hip to furthest curve, so much bigger. 

The waistband of Papi’s shorts dug into the supple fat. It was indented slightly, but the fat carried on with little resistance. Every small shift in Papi’s stance made the cheeks wobble in steady waves. That was when Miss Smith realized that Papi’s butt had seemingly impossible perkiness. Its weight should have made it sag…but it just didn’t.

Miss Smith stepped back. She had to further examine the situation. “Papi, could you spin around for me?”

Papi tilted her head to the side before she smiled. “Sure thing!” She stepped back from Miss Smith and spun. The extra distance almost wasn’t enough as Papi’s ass spun toward the agent with destructive power.

‘That would have knocked me over…’ Miss Smith thought and looked over Papi’s thighs. Most of Papi’s legs were like a bird’s, covered in scales from the mid-thigh down. That hardly hampered their thickness. Each thigh was as broad as a tree trunk. They were thickest at her hips, but they hardly thinned toward the knee. It was so subtle that Miss Smith almost mistook it for fat jiggling. Past the knee, Papi’s legs were half as thick. 

Miss Smith tried to smile, but her mouth twitched anxiously. “Papi, did you eat all the special food we sent?”

Papi nodded rapidly, which caused her extra chin to waggle. “Yep! Papi ate all the tasty food!”

“Miia didn’t get any of yours?” Miss Smith asked. There was still and chance th-

“Nope! Miia ate all her food and took a nap! Papi got to eat all her food!” Papi explained and waddled over to an empty box with her face on it. “Papi wanted to make a fort with the boxes, but there weren’t enough. Oh! Did Miss Smith bring more?!”

Miss Smith rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Ok, the food is the problem.” She groaned and tried to think. It was clear that the food was ridiculously high in calories. That would be the best-case scenario, but there were other possibilities. It could be a chemical issue. Something that triggered the body to form more fat. It could be rebranded as survival rations then. Either way, she needed to act fast. Truckloads of specialty food were set to ship out by the end of the business day.

Miia’s tail suddenly sprang forward. It wrapped around Miss Smith’s thighs before the coils traveled up her body. Fat or not, the lamia's tail was still powerful. It squished and squeezed the overweight agent before it pulled her closer. Miia wrapped her arms around her target and snuggled close.

“You’re so warm.” Miia yawned. “Just stay around until Darling gets back…” She started to snore, already deep into sleep. 

Miss Smith tried to wiggle free, but Miia’s grip was ironclad. She felt the obese lamia squish against her. A flabby belly and sizable breasts were squished to her back, and her arms were held down by surprisingly powerful and puffy ones…

Papi watched this, tilting her head again. “Oh! Cuddle pile! Wait for Papi!” She leaped atop Miss Smith and Miia, wrapping her wings around the two.

Thus, Miss Smith was trapped between the two obese monster girls. It was impossible to wiggle out from between them, and there was no way to reach her phone. The warning of the faulty specialty food likely wouldn’t be made in time. The trucks would ship out, and specialty food would be sent to all homes hosting monster girls.

“This is going to be a lot of paperwork.” Miss Smith sighed and resigned herself. It would be best to enjoy the comfort now. Any and all discomfort would wait until the office opens on Monday.

THE END