Zentreya Meet and Seat (Patreon)

I return

The month was full of thinking, brief moments of inspiration, and some vtuber obsessions.

Patrons on the reward tiers, I will be messaging you later.

Polls will be up Monday.

For now, enjoy some Zen smothering

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You checked your phone to confirm the time before gently knocking on the door. There was a moment of silence before you heard distant footsteps. The sound grew closer, accompanied by a faint shaking of the ground. Soon, the sound of a lock clunked, and the door swung open.

You twitched as a sudden smell hit you. It was heavy, almost musty. A strong smell of sweat and mixed together aromas of past meals.

The doorway was halfway open and still overflowing with the figure behind it. She was slightly shorter than you, allowing you to gaze at her face.

Her skin was fair, slightly pale. Meanwhile, her cheeks were incredibly full and round. Just one could overflow your palm. They sagged slightly but weren't quite jowl-like. Her chin was thick and boasted an extra roll. Amber eyes with dark bags under them bore into you, framed by a head of long, thick…ruffled red hair.

'Did she just wake up? We agreed to meet at this time.' You thought but remained silent.

The girl's hair was a mess, which likely explained her black baseball cap. The cap was fashioned to allow a pair of wolf ears to poke through. You watched the ears twitch a few times before the woman cleared her throat.

"A-ah, hey, Zen! I'm uh…" You stammered.

"The guy from online?" Zentreya asked, looking you up and down.

You followed her gaze but stopped at her chest. It was rude to stare, but you couldn't help it. Zen's chest was massive, each breast seeming as broad as your shoulders. The right one was smooshed against the doorframe, while the other brushed the door itself. They were held back by a torn mesh fabric and a frayed black tank top. The clothing was loose and ill-fitting, yet there was enough support to emphasize the furrow of her cleavage. It was a long canyon of flesh as long as your forearm.

This size came with a price, it seemed. Zen's breasts had an obvious slope. The flesh hung to where you thought the middle of her ribs would be. The lower curves were broad, and the outer sides were flabby. This made them seem like pancakes, only as thick as pillows.

The only reason they didn't sag further was the large belly between them. Similarly, the right side pressed against the doorframe, the left against the door. That hid the outer edges, but still revealed a curved lump of fat the size of a beanbag chair. This mass of fat reached more than three feet in front of the woman and was the only part of her outside the door.

Fat continued to slope down until it was level with Zen's knees. This hid her thighs, but you could see her lower legs were covered in thick red fur. That wasn't enough to hide that her lower legs were wider than your waist.

'How big are her thighs then? Her hips? The full width of her belly?' You thought as a smile subtly slipped across your face.

Zen's arm shot out. You caught a brief glimpse of more red fur from her elbows down before her hand roughly grabbed your shirt.

You were pulled so hard that your feet left the ground. The world did a quick whirl before you were released and stumbled forward. You turned just as the door was roughly closed.

The door no longer obscured Zen. You could fully take in the width of her upper body.

Her shoulders didn't seem wide. They were thick on top, rounded at the edge, but still narrower than yours. Her upper arms were thick and hammy. Fat squished against her sides on one end and bowed out on the other. Each forearm was like a meaty cylinder under the thick fur, ending with proportionally thick wrists.

You could also see how much wider her belly extended out from her sides. Her love handles were thick, meaty slabs that followed the slope of her belly. You also noticed black fabric running partially along the curves. She was wearing some sort of athletic cut underwear.

'I think they call them dance briefs?' You thought and continued to ogle.

Zen appeared widest at her hips. Grey shorts were stretched around the incredible width, but the front was hidden under her heavy gut. The outsides were drawn taut against lumpy hip fat. Neither side fully resembled the other. One side had a thicker upper lump, and the other had a saggier lower roll.

The outside of her thighs was visible. The gap between the shorts and red fur was filled with ample, pillar-like thighs. Each was as broad as a loveseat and almost certainly as thick as its cushions. This was an estimate, as you could only see half, but that half was staggeringly large. Through it all, you noticed the weight and sag of the flesh, ending with meaty rolls that hung lower than the broad knees.

This bulk suddenly started toward you. Zen's belly hit you before her arms could.

'She must have leaned forward to grab me.' You thought as the soft fat pressed against you. At first, your body sank gently into the warm pad. Zen didn't stop her advance, though. You were suddenly being pushed back until something caught the backs of your knees.

"Woah!" You gasped and fell back. The fall was short and soft. A glance confirmed you were on a couch, but you couldn't stare long. Zen kept leaning in, her belly buried your lap, her breasts swallowed your chest, and her round was an inch from yours.

Zen's hand ruffled at her side out of your view. All you saw were the jiggles that rolled through her and produced waves between her breasts. Your eyes darted to watch the hypnotic motion before a phone appeared in your peripheral view.

Meet and Seat Reservation

PAID

"I hope you're ready for this. It takes a lot to move all of this around, and I have a stream soon." Zen tossed her phone aside and stood upright. She did this in a way that only straightened her back. She made no effort to move back or shuffle to the side. This caused her belly to drag against you and your face to slip between her breasts momentarily. The soft inner curves glided over your cheeks before the upper portion of her gut knocked against your jaw. It was soft but packed a wallop, clacking your teeth together.

Zen grunted as she stretched her arms above her head. Now she started to shift her weight from hip to hip, rubbing her belly against your face. "I think I remember your username. You and Cotton hook up?"

"Y-yeah we-"

"Better be good then. You paid for this, but I don't want to be bored." Zen suddenly tipped forward. She braced her hands on the back of the couch, but she also leaned forward on the balls of her feet. Her weight was pressed against you more than earlier, and you were pinned in place.

Your face and chest sank deeper into Zen's belly, and you noticed your legs had slipped between her thighs. The pillars squeezed so tightly that you couldn't even squirm. Somewhere under the full foot of outer fat was a reserve of strength, likely needed to lug the obese streamer around.

"I think we'll start light. I'll sit on your lap next, but for my stream you're getting buried." Zen pursed her lips as she thought, idly pressing and grinding against you. "You were with Cotton, so I assume you know a few tricks. Hope some of them are for breathing."

Zen pushed off of the couch and used the momentum to twirl.

You took the chance to breathe. You only managed one breath before you stared brazenly at Zentreya's ass, which was now pointed toward you.

This was your first proper look at Zen’s rear end. It was similar to the rest of her in the sense of being broad, slightly drooping, and likely very heavy. The cheeks were boxy in shape, the upper curve stretching in a long, faint curve. They sloped the further they stretched to their sides before quickly dropping down. At the bottom was a flabbier curve that started to tuck into the underside of each cheek. Those wavered, some areas sagging lower than the others.

The top was like a sizable shelf, mostly uncovered from her too-small shorts. It wasn’t a perfect tabletop ass given the lack of uniform slope, but it was enough for someone your size to sit on, almost like a rectangular chair cushion, plenty wide but not long enough.

“Hup.” Zen sounded as she dropped her weight onto your lap.

The couch buckled and squealed beneath you, completely overshadowing your grunt from the abrupt weight. Your legs were again pinned in place, pressed down upon by the remarkably soft yet heavy weight of Zen’s ass. The back of the cheeks pushed against your lower abdomen enough so you could hardly lean forward. That limited movement was further burdened as Zen leaned back against you.

You could feel her soft back fat against your chest. It wasn’t as supple as her front, but the compact folds felt springy and warm. Beyond that, the top of her head was tucked against your neck. Her hair was silky soft in spite of how wild it seemed. There was a faint smell of shampoo. Nothing floral of the sort, instead an ambiguously pleasant smell.

“Do you use men’s shampoo?”

“Dude.” Zen bucked her hips back.

You croaked as part of Zen’s weight was thrust against your gut. “Sorry, it’s nice.”

Zen huffed. You could hear the sound rumble in her throat. Some of the vibrations carried through her fat and momentarily buzzed against you.

“I’ll let it slide then.” Zen very faintly nuzzled her head against you. It could almost be mistaken for her shifting position, but the tone of her voice hinted otherwise. “No need to just sit there. Have at it.”

Zen leaned forward for a moment and rolled her arms out from her sides. You freed your arms from your sides and slipped them around the obese woman’s sides. Your forearms slowly moved across Zen’s love handles.

Zen lowered her arms and leaned back again. This gently sandwiched your slender arms between her bulky ones and the rolls of her sides.

You tested the hold by lightly shaking your upper arms. They moved just fine. ‘No way am I pulling free, but it’s nice to have room to move. Means I can do this.” You placed your open hands on the sides of Zen’s belly.

You pressed both palms inward. Fat easily relented under your touch. More pressure caused fat to bulge between your fingers, which you promptly squeezed firmly. Zen’s breath hitched subtly, so you squeezed with a little more force.

One hand released and moved in a broad circle. You could feel the shape and flow of Zen’s belly. The more peaked fat closer to her center gradually turning flabbier toward the sides. Your fingers coaxed their way under one fold. This sandwiched it between underbelly and thigh fat. You pulled that hand closer, shifting higher until the belly fold reached hips.

Your other hand went higher until there was a similar junction. This was where Zen’s right breast rested atop her belly. You rotated your wrist and slid your fingers beneath her underboob. Fat morphed around your fingers without even lifting. There was no need to squeeze or press to feel how supple and weighty a mere portion was.

Without realizing, you had leaned your head forward. You craned your neck as if you could possibly see. It failed as you couldn’t extend your neck enough to see over the sloped expanse of Zen’s boob.

Zen also probably knocked her head against your neck so you’d lean back. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Uh-huh.” You replied and placed your right hand flat atop Zen’s belly. This allowed you to slide it upward, beneath her right boob. It glided effortlessly like a knife through butter. You could feel the weight steadily increase, and eventually your entire forearm was in the velvety embrace. “I’m having a VERY good time.”

You couldn’t see, but Zen blushed faintly. “You’ve got a few more minutes before I have to get ready to stream.”

‘She said she’d bury me for the stream. The heck does that mean?’ You thought, mustering a guess. “Meaning?”

“You lie flat across the couch, I sit on you. Like this but a different angle.” Zen spoke as if it was beyond obvious.

“Wait, just a second. You picked this time for the meet and seat and still planned a stream?” Your feeble mind worked out the information before clicking. “You wanted to do a stream while secretly smothering someone! Kinky.”

Zen’s right arm moved with incredible speed. The hammy appendage swung up, hooked around the back of your head, and promptly squeezed. Your face was squished between arm and boob fat. More secret muscles worked, presumably, to crush you. Instead, they smooshed your face deeper between the fat and muffled your attempted replies.

Zen clenched her teeth while one eyelid twitched. “You’ve got a pretty big mouth on ya. That’s exactly why I’m making sure your face is stuck under my ass for the stream.”

“Totally understand…” You groaned.

Zen maintained her grip for a few moments longer before she released. You leaned back, working your neck side to side before Zen leaned back against your chest.

“I’ll need a hand getting up. Just push your hands against whatever feels sturdy.” Zen placed her hands on her stomach. She drummed her fingers idly and pursed her lips. “Should probably start now. I need time to grab snacks for stream. You’ll want to stretch your legs before you go back under.”

Zentreya cracked her neck before she reached her hands around the divide of her upper belly and breasts so she could crack her knuckles. She breathed deeply through her nose and gently leaned forward. Both feet were planted firmly on the floor. They were placed wide enough so her thighs separated and her belly could flow between the meaty pillars. She shimmied her hips to pump herself up, inadvertently grinding your lap under her ass.

“Now!” Zen huffed as she started to lean further forward. It was nearly impossible as her extra chins quickly tucked against her breasts. The forward arch of her back pushed her bust against the top of her belly. Her spread legs created the room needed to bend forward a few inches, but the heavy slab of gut fat helped pull her forward.

It wasn’t enough to make things easy. Her legs trembled with effort. This sent constant quivering ripples through her thighs up into her hips and down to her cankles. Stubby little toes gripped the carpet like that margin of traction would spell the difference between standing and being stuck.

You weren’t in the best of positions either. ‘I can tuck my arms to my side, but there’s hardly any room to push.’ You thought and looked at your shoulders. A little shimmying allowed you to press your elbows back into the couch. You slowly wriggled your hands inward from Zentreya’s shoulders until your palms were pressed against back fat.

Your hands sank in roughly an inch. Something flat, wide, and somewhat sturdy pushed back against your palms. ‘Those are shoulder blades if I’ve ever felt em.’ You started to push with the minimal room you had.

You felt weight slowly alleviate from your lap.

Then you noticed more about the sensation under your hands. Zentreya’s top was almost entirely soaked through with sweat. The fabric clung to your hands, and the moisture became more apparent. ‘Ain’t easy being a big girl, I guess.’

It didn’t make any of this less interesting, though.

Zen began to huff and wheeze more often. For every steady breath she took, four wheezes and puffs surrounded it. She dragged a hammy arm across her forehead before letting it swing down to her sides. Sweat droplets flew from the heavy appendage as Zen continued to slowly get up.

Her progress moved her back further from you, dragging her rear higher than your lower abdomen. You took the chance and made the best of the extra space. Your hands moved lower, squishing against thicker fat.

The middle to lower portion of Zen’s back offered enough fat to morph between your fingers. It squished readily under your hands, some caressing against your wrists. You continued to slide and shimmy your hands lower as the space became available. One hand slid between her lowest back fold and the top flab of her hip, but you still managed to help push her further upright.

The room shook as Zen stumbled forward. Her body tipped forward, and the same weight used to tilt forward threatened to drag her down. Zen bent her back the other way to try and shift weight back onto her hips.

The entire process was awkward, and her flab jiggled aggressively. Arm fat swung and bounced off her sides, rolls shifted and slid against each other, her belly bobbled and leaped, her breasts bounced off one another, her hips heaved and hoed, and her rump wobbled.

Thankfully, Zentreya righted herself. The auxiliary motion of her bulk gradually ceased, and she regained her breath. “Thanks for that.” She turned to you and started to chuckle.

You looked down and saw the couch cushions around you had been pressed flat, leaving you in a crater shaped like Zen’s butt cheeks. You stood on uncertain legs and looked at the sofa imprint.

In the middle of Zen’s outline was a much smaller outline where you had been pressed into the cushions. It was like the difference between a small leap and a grand chasm.

Zen draped one heavy arm over your shoulder. She tucked you against the side of her belly and leaned gently on you. “I think the next indent will be a bit funnier. By the way, today’s stream is a long one. Hope you can handle it.” She snickered and thumped her hand on your chest.

You watched the indent of your body slowly fill in, while Zentreya’s had hardly diminished at all. The thought of what was to come didn’t startle you at all. There was no wariness about whether you could withstand it or not. You grinned and grabbed a roll of Zen’s belly.

“I’ll be fine. I’m just wondering who’ll help your fat ass back up?~”

THE END?