Nerissa and Elizabeth Share a Bed (Patreon)

Based on that video from Nerissa Ravencroft on twitter

Series: Hololive

Characters: Nerissa, Elizabeth

Contains: Weight gain, smothering

Commission

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Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame stared at the medium-sized bed. It wasn’t king-sized, which threw her off a bit. Usually, if a hotel room had a single bed, it would be king-sized.

Elizabeth sighed and tugged at the collar of her dress. The window had been opened, but the room was still stuffy because the AC was out. Altogether, it seemed like it would be an uncomfortable night’s rest. There was little she could do about it, preferring to tough it out rather than search for a new hotel.

Plus, she had a friend with her who felt…differently about their circumstances.

The bathroom door opened, and Nerissa Ravencroft stepped out. She tried to make the motion elegant and sultry, but it was diminished as her sides caught on the door. The blubbery rolls of her love handles squished against the frame, while her hips pushed more harshly upon the wood.

It seemed the doorway would break before she squeezed through. Elizabeth was about to advise Nerissa to stop, but the giant woman somehow pushed through. She fumbled forward with a series of heavy steps before she managed to stop. If she was aware of how awkward the movement looked, she played it off well.

Nerissa lifted one heavy arm, inadvertently squishing it against the side of her breast. She ran her hands through her freshly washed hair and looked at Elizabeth with a sultry gaze. “The shower was amazing! The water pressure is great, and there was so much room! Totally enough for two people!” She winked at the last part.

Elizabeth stared blankly at Nerissa. ‘I seriously doubt the spacious part.’ She thought and started to blush. Nerissa had tried to convince her to join in the shower, but she refused. Despite that, the mental image assailed her.

The mental image was quickly dispelled because the very physical image was right in front of Elizabeth.

Somewhere, somehow (probably at Culver’s), Nerissa had put on substantial weight. Her curvaceous and sultry body had ironically filled out into a broad, flabby one. Any shape from an hourglass physique was filled in by the meaty rolls that lined her sides. Her breasts were greatly affected by her increased size, gaining magnificent volume and maintaining roundness. They had to share that spotlight with a thick belly, but that mass of fat seemed to support the mammaries above them.

Nerissa used to have a striking hourglass shape, but her sides had filled in with thick meaty rolls. Those stretched out as wide as her hips, which made her more than three times Elizabeth’s waist. Her hips were boxy and thick, with fat that didn’t quite curve as elegantly as her breasts. It was more like a flat, soft surface that wrapped into broad, equally boxy butt cheeks.

Nerissa’s arms and legs had also been slender, one upon a time. Now they were bulky and heavily laden with fat. Each arm hosted a flabby, sagging bingo wing broader than Elizabeth’s chest. They jiggled every time she moved them, audibly smacking against her sides and breasts. Her legs were so thick that they constantly pressed and rubbed together. Even when she tried to widen her stance, the flab would manage to breach the divide.

Finally, there was Nerissa’s face. It was still strikingly beautiful, but it was not as angular as before. Her cheeks filled out into perfectly rounded lumps, perfectly sculpted like freshly rolled balls of dough. She didn’t have a second chin, instead having fat accent and soften the existing one. Her neck had also thickened considerably. Enough so her puffy face seemed perfectly proportional.

‘At least she’s wearing clothes.’ Elizabeth thought as she tried to drag her eyes away. She failed, and now stared at Nerissa’s chest again.

Nerissa was dressed in a too-small tank top. It hardly covered a third of her breasts, which seemed primed to leap through the expansive neck hole. They also tried to force their way through the armholes, revealing an indecent amount of sagging side boob. The rest of the fabric hardly reached her upper belly, leaving the curved mass almost completely exposed.

Elizabeth couldn’t tell if Nerissa was wearing panties (a rarity) or booty shorts. Either way, the garment was mostly swallowed by her immense butt cheeks. Any waistband was sucked under her love handles, and her hanging belly covered any fabric in front of her.

Somehow, even while dressed, Nerissa seemed naked.

Elizabeth's cheeks had turned as bright red as her hair. She turned away from Nerissa and cleared her throat. “Well, we have to be up early. We should get some sleep.”

The other side of the bed sank. It was so sudden and intense that Elizabeth nearly rolled backward. She turned to see Nerissa taking up more than her side of the bed.

“Sounds good. How should we do this? Should I be the big spoon? Ooh, or will we face each other?” Nerissa asked as she leaned closer. That act made it seem like her belly fat poured over the mattress, closing the distance between it and Elizabeth.

The mental image of spooning Nerissa forced its way into Elizabeth’s mind. ‘I think that’s closer to her smothering a teddy bear.’ She thought and shook her head. “How about back to back?”

“Whaaaat?!” Nerissa looked devastated. “B-but that’s so impersonal! How can we talk until we fall asleep? That’s not fun at all!”

Elizabeth lay on her side, facing away from Nerissa. “Can we just try a little bit? We should focus on going to sleep instead of talking.” She paused. “We can…talk over breakfast! I’ll order room service and everything.”

Nerissa whined, but the bed’s shifting and groaning indicated she was moving into position. She rested on her side, fat squishing against itself as she faced away from Elizabeth.

It quickly became apparent just how small the bed was. Elizabeth was practically on the edge of her side, yet she was still back to back with Nerissa. She could feel the massive woman’s slabs of back fat squish against her. They were partially covered by the tank top, but their softness and heat perforated it like it didn’t exist. There was also a hint of moisture. Whether that lingered from the shower or was sweat, Elizabeth didn’t know.

‘Don’t think about it. Just go to sleep. Just go to sleep.’ Elizabeth thought as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart was beating too fast, though. The inside of her eyelids displayed Nerissa in a myriad of poses. Each displayed how soft she was. Showing off how thick her body had become. How fat sagged or bulged, how it jiggled and swayed. Her siren-like voice called out to Elizabeth, begging her to be bold enough and touch.

Elizabeth’s body moved on its own. She rolled onto her side to face Nerissa’s back. “O-on second thought, allow me to be the big spo-mff!” She was cut off as her face slipped into Nerissa’s cleavage.

“Oooooh Liz!” Nerissa giggled and practically squealed. She had turned at the same time as Elizabeth, unable to bear facing away. Their movements were so in sync that Elizabeth had accidentally shoved her head between Nerissa’s breasts. This position couldn’t be corrected as Nerissa’s arms locked around Elizabeth, holding her tightly and sending her deeper into ample folds and curves. “So bold of you! Oooh, if you wanted to put your head there, you should have just asked! Ehehehe my boobs are so much comfier than these hotel pillows, don’t you think~”

Elizabeth blushed brighter than ever before. Her entire head, save the top, was enveloped in incredible softness. In front of her, her face squished against Nerissa’s chest. Her skin was smooth and smelled faintly sweet from her body wash. The right side of her head sank deep into one of Nerissa’s breasts, while the other boob weighed heavily on the other side of Elizabeth’s head. Each boob protruded so far that they managed to fully wrap around Nerissa’s head, placing her perfectly in the middle.

Her modestly ample breasts sank into Nerissa’s vast belly, along with her slender torso. Even her hips were smooshed against doughy belly fat. All she would have to do was move one leg, and she’d effectively be straddling the massive demoness.

Perhaps the most difficult part of this was that Elizabeth didn’t know what to do with her hands. Her right arm was caught between herself and Nerissa’s belly. This slender limb sank into the plushness next to it, while fingers awkwardly flexed and wiggled. Her left arm was free but lifted in the air. She could already feel it tire, but she didn’t know where it should lie. It would either be uncomfortably behind her back, or she would have to rest it on Nerissa. That seemed like a recipe for sending it between fat rolls, or something that would further excite Nerissa.

Elizabeth chose a third option. She pulled her head free and gasped for air. “H-here, I’ll roll the other way. You can be big spoon all you want!” She turned quickly, dropping her head on her pillow. Her face was still bright red, and her expression was twisted and conflicted.

Nerissa had been correct. Her breasts were much more comfortable than the downy pillows. Elizabeth tried to think of anything else, but it amounted to nothing. Nerissa’s arms slipped around her and pulled her closer. Heat and softness returned as she was squished against her flabby bedmate.

Nerissa showed no shame in wrapping her legs around Elizabeth. Her heavy thighs fully enveloped the more slender pair, while her belly morphed against a decently toned back. Her breasts pushed against delicate shoulders, easily flowing around them like partially melted marshmallows.

“This is nice, too~” Nerissa whispered directly into Elizabeth’s ear. She giggled softly when the girl shuddered. She moved her lips close enough to brush the delicate earlobe. “Is it ok if I squeeze you tighter? I just want to make sure you’re comfy. You are, right? I’m so soft after all.”

Elizabeth bit her lip. ‘Of course she does this. Why did I think she would settle down in bed after everything?’ She thought and swallowed hard. She clenched her fists and tried to focus once more. It was hopeless. Her entire back and most of her lower body were enveloped in softness. There was no chance a clear thought would enter her head, let alone blot out the gradually more explicit images of Nerissa.

“I change my mind! I want to be the big spoon!” Elizabeth finally managed to blurt out.

“Taking charge? Sounds fun! Just let me roll over.” Nerissa grunted and shifted her body. The entire bed was jostled as she turned, wiggling and scooting to situate herself. Elizabeth managed to flip herself much more easily. Compared to the earlier chaos, the bed hardly made a noise.

Elizabeth wouldn’t have noticed even if it had. She was beyond flustered. She changed her position quickly and settled down. She needed to get to sleep immediately. If she were kept up any longer, then…something might happen.

‘Right arm goes here,’ Elizabeth slipped her right arm between Nerissa’s love handle and some fat roll above it. ‘Left here,’ Her left arm settled atop a peaked mound of flab on Nerissa’s left side. ‘I scoot close so she doesn’t try to wiggle in herself.’ She pressed her body against Nerissa’s back fat while nestling her cheek on a padded shoulder. ‘Then my legs…m-my legs…’

One eye shot open. Nerissa looked through the dark. She could faintly make out Nerissa’s curves. The lumpier folds of her back fat shifted into a broader… and boxier curve. “What the frig?!” She whispered. Without realizing it, she had tucked her hips right against Nerissa’s butt. Despite its shape, it seemed much too soft. She sank partially into the fat, and every move had her unintentionally bump and grind against Nerissa.

On the other side, Nerissa had a beaming smile. She seized Elizabeth’s hands and pulled them. This was like tugging the drawstrings on her pajama shorts (the super-soft, stretchy kind she had intentionally left at home), which pulled Liz closer. Pudgy hands moved the more slender pair beneath her breasts as she closed her eyes. She pushed her hips back, playfully engaging with Elizabeth.

Nerissa managed to focus on how this was for a few minutes before she fell asleep. Despite that, her grip remained firm, and Elizabeth was squished against her warm, soft back and booty.

Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame failed to gain a second of sleep…all night.

THE END

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