Crelly Basement (Patreon)

I'm pretty sure this will connect with the blobtuber house WIP that's rolling around somewhere here. A joke in my server was Crelly lives there, too, but she never leaves the basement.

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Snoring filled the air. Each breath was long, ragged, and rumbled like a cold engine. It was a sound that could wake the dead, but insulated basement walls kept it mostly contained. Those who lived upstairs could easily forget their resident basement dweller if they tried. 

The sound certainly didn’t bother the being it originated from. They continued to snooze away, their belly rising and falling in time. Their form occasionally jiggled as they shifted, but the figure remained mostly still. 

The light was so dim that one could easily mistake the figure for a mound of blankets and pillows. If they ignored the sound, that is. 

What finally managed to disturb the sleeping figure was a new noise. 

GRRRRWWWWWLLLLLBLBLBLB

Crelly’s tired eyes opened, and the snoring ceased. Bedsprings croaked as the figure began to move.

Thick legs shuffled against each other as they attempted to stretch. Thick thighs as broad and almost as round as barrels trembled as deeply buried muscles strained. Most of the fat was supple, and the curves were fully rounded except for where they pressed against the mattress. There the flesh was bunched up, slightly compressed and drawn into a much tighter fold. 

A gap only appeared between the figure’s legs below her knees. Each lower leg was a fleshy cylinder that was broadest at the knee and thinned gradually to a cankle fold. That cankle was still roughly as wide as a gallon jug. The fat was thick enough to roll atop puffy-looking feet, spilling over the sides until they almost could have kissed the ground when standing.

Still, these legs exhibited enough mobility to stretch. It was a lazy and awkward movement, but they steadily became more nimble. They continued to idly work themselves while the figure’s arms attempted the same. 

Moving them wasn’t as easy. Each shoulder was thickly layered with fat. This raised them to be level with their owner’s chin. That fat sloped into hefty upper arms, which sagged with their own fat folds that rolled over the elbow. Moving the forearms was easier, but they were quite similar to the lower legs. Fat was thickest near the joint, gradually ended with round wrists, and fat hands with pudgy fingers were at the end. The entire gelatinous appendages slowly shimmed and rolled until they were pushed into the air. 

This movement was slow and jerky. Everything beyond the wrist wobbled like a bag of jello being vigorously shaken about. Muscles quickly burned before they were adequately stretched, and both arms soon flopped back to the mattress. They bounced once before their hefty weight dragged them down. The jiggling persisted a few moments longer before everything was back to being still. 

With her extremities stretched as much as they were going to be, Crelly moved to idly scratch herself. Her fingers wiggled, and the tips of her digits sank into her voluptuous sides with little effort. 

Crelly’s sides provided ample room for her fingers to trail along. Tucked beneath the plushness of Crelly’s upper arm fat were slab-like rolls that stacked atop each other. The underarm slab, the two middle rolls that fought for space, then the large love handle that rolled atop her hip. All had varying degrees of thickness, but none were ever thinner than a standard pillow. Depth-wise, Crelly could stuff half her arm between them if it could still bed that way.

Regardless of side fat, Crelly was thickest at her hips. Her queen-sized bed was barely too narrow to fully contain their width. She made by with having her right hips smooshed against the wall. That way, only a portion of her left hip rolled off the mattress. This could further be solved by sleeping on her side, but Crelly was too obese to roll herself into that position anymore. 

Texture-wise, Crelly had flabby hips divided into rolls. This was consistent across her form, but always puzzlingly difficult to follow around her waistline. It was similar to a hidden object puzzle. Crelly’s three most common states were lying down, sitting, or standing (though the last was the rarest of all). Each displayed different canvases of folds. 

When Crelly was lying down, she had the weight of her belly and chest atop her. This pressed down so her hips flowed out more. Any rolls that could be present were reshaped perpendicular to their standard plane. That would change as soon as she shifted her bulk out of bed.

Which could wait.

Crelly took a deep breath before huffing out her nose. She idly worked her mouth as it had dried out in her sleep. This smacking of her lips and waddling of her tongue carried motion through her round cheeks and extra chin. The sides of her face were framed with grapefruit-sized cheeks. There was a distinct curved line between them and the fat knob of Crelly’s chin. That was further distinguished from her neck fat. That wreath stretched around her entire head like a fleshy collar. Everything was supple and partially squished together. Whenever Crelly tried to muster up words or clear her throat, her neck wobbled. That motion carried into her chins and cheeks. The same was whenever she chewed, the bounce of her cheeks and wiggle of her chin would send waves through her fat throat. 

GRRRRRWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLL!

A louder rumble emanated from Crelly’s stomach. 

“Fine, I’ll get up.” Crelly grunted as she tried to lift her back from the mattress. The most she managed was to tilt her head off a flattened pillow. 

Crelly looked down. Beyond the folds of her chin and neck was a stark rise of her breasts and then her belly. Pale flesh gave way to a dirty, cow-patterned T-shirt. That was about all the clothing Crelly wore lately. She still had underwear, but it wasn’t as visible as the shirt. 

Crelly’s breasts got most of their support from the shirt, and their stability was thanks to the belly beneath them. That stability was lacking in her current posture, though. Her bust was burdened under its own weight, which shaped the globs of fat into something resembling a sphere. They rested lopsidedly, tilted in opposite directions. They’d possibly appear flabbier if the shirt weren’t drawn tautly across them. That in itself was because the back of the fabric was pinned beneath the obese girl. 

Shape aside, their size more than eclipsed Crelly’s head. Not by a factor of two, but so very nearly that. It was most visible when they were in this state. Once, perhaps, if Crelly got up, they would flatten out and droop enough to dispel the illusion. 

Crelly shifted her right arm along the wall. She reached down and found a metal chain. Her fingers worked up the chain until they found a grip that had been fashioned around the links. Further up the chain, the pattern resumed before another grip appeared. Crelly walked her fingers up this pattern until she reached as far as she could. Her grip tightened, and she pulled.

The slack quickly vanished from the chain. Crelly could follow it up the wall to a sturdy block on the ceiling. The end of the chain was embedded there and had remained strong since it was installed. 

“Heh, and they said I’d be helpless without them.” Crelly chortled, the sound wobbling her fat face. She grunted and hoisted her other arm so it could grab the chain. Another pull and her shoulders were lifted from the bed. More effort, another tug, and her hand found the next textured grip. 

This grip had grooves fashioned to almost fit Crelly’s thick fingers. The material was textured and moisture-resistant. It had to be, as Crelly’s hands already began to sweat. She was hardly halfway to sitting upright, but exhaustion overtook her. Sweat began to seep from every pore, thicker than her usual night sweats.

Crelly’s weight was a constant obstacle to most things. It took abundant energy to do just about everything. Weight was just one factor, though. The amount of space she took up was the other challenge.

Crelly’s stomach shifted as she hauled herself upright. Its mass was redistributed, which also moved where most of the weight rested. First, belly fat morphed over and around additional belly fat. Then mass was shifted over the top of her thighs and toward her knees. Yet after a certain point it had to squish between those thighs and the breasts above them. The adipose was malleable to a point, but it eventually ran out of give. It wouldn’t let itself be smooshed any longer, regardless of whether Crelly had gotten stable.

Crelly’s stomach was composed of two core segments. Her upper belly was itself varied. Toward the middle was a rounded mound of flesh that sat in line with the furrow of her cleavage. Its domed curves tapered into flabby exteriors that then curved in the opposite direction. These connected with those devious folds in the middle of her sides.

The lower fold was connected with meaty love handles and stretched the furthest in front of Crelly. Her gut became thicker the further it was from her love handles. The slab built up more and more mass until it was more akin to a lump or pile of excess flesh. At its furthest points, there was a waver. This wasn’t enough to form a cleft, but it made a distinction between the left and right sides of her lower stomach.

In the middle of Crelly’s belly was a great divide between upper and lower belly. It was much like, and rather an extension of, the divide at her sides. It was a deep crevice that dipped furthest in the middle where her belly button was hidden away. 

Gradually, and with a few jerking motions, Crelly settled her belly across her lap. This divided the mass enough that, combined with a little bending and compressing, she managed to straighten her back.

Crelly wasn’t perfectly stable yet. She wouldn’t confidently be able to sit up until she dealt with her rear. Her belly had served as a weight to keep her down, then as a stopper in sitting upright. She needed her butt to act as a wedge to keep her upright. 

She made a risky move in taking her left hand off her chain. The right arm could barely hold on, but it needed to do just that. Her left arm bent as well as it could, pivoting with a fat shoulder until it was three-quarters of the way behind her. She stretched as far as she could and ran her fingers along the lower curve of her hip. She did her best to hook and tug on her pudge. 

Crelly slowly but surely adjusted her rear. She shook and thrust her hip to the left. Her left butt cheek’s mass shifted out from under her and more behind her. 

‘That’s a bit more stable.’ Crelly thought and brought her left hand back to the chain. She waited and rested as best she could before she repeated the process with her right arm. Thankfully, her left arm gave out only after she had finished.

Crelly was not dropped onto her back. Her mass shifted in that direction slightly, but she was seated upright without trying. Her front and sides might be massive mounds and folds of meat, but her back wasn’t any less thick.

Crelly’s wide hips and sedentary lifestyle fostered an ass of matching thickness. While seated, the curves stretched more than 3/4ths her height and rose past the small of her back. This was on top of reaching half her arm’s length behind her. This changed drastically when she stood up, but as she was, her rump was crucial to sitting up without aid. 

Ascending higher, Crelly’s back was lined with folds similar to her side and front. There were lower folds that rested gently atop her rear, a pair of wing-like folds that didn’t quite meet in the middle, then puffy lumps of fat over her shoulder blades. 

GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLL!!!

“I hear you, I hear you.” Crelly patted her belly. 

The hardest part was over. Crelly looked over her shoulder to her computer setup on the other side of the room. Her gaming chair was there, and so was her phone. 

“If I took my phone to bed, I’d never get up. If I kept my chair near my bed, I’d never stand up.” Crelly murmured. This was a mantra for herself. If she had the comforts of her phone in bed, she could call or text people and beg them to bring her food. If she only had to roll her fat ass out of bed and fall neatly in her chair, then she’d wheel herself around. Her ability to walk would surely vanish without her realizing when.

Crelly huffed and pivoted her hips. The process was slow and consisted of awkward, jerking motions. Her body would scoot a few inches, and she gradually changed to a perpendicular position from the one she awoke in. 

She managed to plant her feet on the floor and pressed down. Her arm reached to the side of her bed where a support bar had been fastened. Using that, she was able to lean forward until her belly slipped over her knees and helped to haul her up.

Another daily miracle had been performed. Crelly was on her feet.

“Heh, it’s nice when my fat gut helps me out.” Crelly grinned, cheeks dimpling as she looked down at her belly. She could never hate her stomach or her abundant flab. It all existed because of her will and desire to glut herself daily and never leave her basement home. 

Crelly waddled toward her setup. She lumbered exactly as one would expect an exceptionally obese woman would. Her feet barely lifted from the floor, her belly swayed like a pendulum as her legs pushed against it, her sagging hips and butt cheeks wobbled chaotically, and her breasts slid across the shifting top of her belly. 

Her arms were put to work, too. She pinched the fabric of her shirt and pulled down. There was enough fabric to cover most of her upper belly. It had stopped reaching the middle divide about a month ago, but it still fit. 

Truly couldn’t it be considered to fit until it was torn asunder…or the collar became too tight and choked Crelly out?

SHHHHHHHRRRRRRRKKKKKKK!

Crelly’s gamer chair shrieked as she dropped into it. The chair sank before the spindle slowly lifted the seat to its previous height. Crelly continued to adjust her position, which elicited more agonized groans from the chair. 

This was a custom-ordered chair. The supports were meant for a woman almost as heavy as Crelly, and the seat had been designed to fit an ass and waist a foot narrower. The barely mobile cow didn’t mind, though. She wiggled her hips, kneaded fat at her sides, and soon found herself comfortable.

Hip fat bulged through the bottoms of the armrests while Ass fat pressed against the backrest, and some managed to squeeze through, similar to how her hips did. Thighs were pressed together before a blanket of belly fat splayed over them. 

“Ahhhh~” Crelly leaned back, back flab filling all the space between her and the chair’s support. 

She had hardly waddled ten feet. Her chest rose and fell heavily with labored breath, sweat droplets ran over her curves, and her muscles and joints gradually eased their tension. 

Crelly used her heels on the floor to turn so she could grab her phone and turn on her PC. A few swipes of her fingers and she had breakfast on the way. 

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Tap tap tap

Crelly spun around. Her eyes locked on a small window near where the wall met the ceiling. This was the one source of natural light into Crelly’s lair and where she had her meals delivered. She wheeled herself over and opened the window before ferrying her meal inside. The rift between her belly and thighs was the perfect spot to stow the bags. 

“Eheheh~” Crelly giggled. She could feel the warmth of her food through the bags. It was a pleasant tingling sensation that brought almost as much joy as the smell emanating from the bags did.

“Alright, we have two tall stacks, one original, the other cinn-a-stack. Two orders of stuffed French toast, which I’ll go ahead and put between the two orders of non-stuffed French toast. Five orders of the breakfast sampler, with hash browns, bacon, ham, sausage links, and scrambled eggs for each. Six biscuits, three with gravy, three with jelly. A small stack of chocolate chip pancakes. Round it all off with two hot chocolates with whipped cream.” Crelly licked her lips and bobbed her head back and forth as she placed each item across her upper belly. The lump of fat might be rounded, but it was somewhat stable enough to hold the to-go plates. “Perfectly normal and reasonable breakfast if you ask me. Dare I say moderate?” 

Crelly reached her arms across her belly, just below her breasts so that she could crack her knuckles in anticipation. While her fingers weren’t sausage-link thick, the popping sounded subtly muted. 

Crelly paid no mind and grabbed her first buttermilk pancake. She dropped a few sausage links onto it before she rolled it like a tortilla. She gently flicked her wrist, dripping excess syrup from the first pancake onto the second. Once the dripping slowed enough, she quickly ferried the pancake to her mouth. 

The pancake slipped past Crelly’s lips and down her gullet like a greased pig. She gulped and felt the entire morsel slide down her throat before she went for the next one. This time she stuffed a small mound of scrambled eggs on the pancake before rolling it up. This one she took a bite out of and actually chewed. Her cheeks bounced subtly as she did. No matter how simple the movements were, some part of her always quivered in response. 

Regardless, the pancake was quickly consumed and followed by the next three similarly. 

Crelly grabbed one of the French toast stacks. The outside layers were two slices from the non-stuffed order. Sandwiched between them was the French toast stuffed with cream cheese and strawberries. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and bit down. The entire thing gave way easily under her teeth, and the mixture of cream cheese, fruit syrup, cinnamon, and sugar flooded every corner of her mouth. “Fuuuuck it’s sho good!~” She mewled and stuffed another bite into her mouth.

It wasn’t enough. Crelly pushed and stuffed the rest of the mock-sandwich into her mouth. Both cheeks bulged from fullness as she wiggled excitedly in her chair. The agonized groans of her seat hardly registered as all senses were dulled to focus on taste. 

Her attention returned to the containers spread across her belly. The first stack of pancakes and half the French toast were gone, but her options had hardly narrowed. 

Her mouth was flooded with sugary sweetness, so perhaps something savory could satisfy her. One of the untouched breakfast samplers would serve wonderfully. 

Crelly stuffed a handful of bacon into her mouth. She didn’t care how the grease soaked her hands and dripped onto her chest. The bacon crunched loudly between her teeth, releasing more of its delicious grease mixed with salt. 

She grabbed two of the hash browns and stuffed them past her lips like someone would push a VHS tape into a VCR. As she chewed, she lifted the breakfast sampler container with both hands. She pushed inward, folding the base of the container and holding it over her mouth. Ham, scrambled eggs, and sausage links fell into her mouth whenever she shook it. 

Crelly tossed the empty box aside and licked her lips once more. “Hmmm…” She hummed in thought before licking her fingers clean. Whatever grease she couldn’t suck up was wiped away on her t-shirt. 

The task was somewhat more difficult than it should have been. Crelly couldn't lean forward more than a few inches. Her flabby gut occupied most of the space between her chest and knees, so bending over was hardly possible. Even reaching across its upper surface required her to stretch her arms as far as their fat-laden shoulders permitted.

But it was worth the effort. Stretching her arms allowed her to grab more food, like the next sampler. She opened the box and used a fork to mix everything together. It was sloppy and uncoordinated work, but the ham and hash browns were cut into uneven pieces. They were then folded into the scrambled eggs and mashed further. It didn’t take long until the individual ingredients became difficult to distinguish. 

Crelly surveyed her work before reaching for the Cinn-A-Stack pancakes.

“I can’t believe Cotton called me out for this. She has no idea what she’s missing.” Crelly huffed and peeled the uppermost pancake away from the stack. A substantial amount of cinnamon spread clung to its underside, while the cream cheese icing had accumulated along its edges. The pancake bent under its own weight as Crelly lifted it, forcing her to support the middle with several fingers.

The pancake was placed atop the scrambled mass of the sampler like crust atop a pie. The sight and mixture of smells had Crelly drooling uncontrollably. She tilted the monstrosity toward her face and shamelessly dug in. 

The noises she produced were explicit. A mixture of slurping, chewing, and moaning that could give anyone passing by the wrong idea. It was a few levels diverged from a pig at a trough, but not someone immediately credible to a functional human being. 

Crelly couldn’t bring herself to care. The sweet cinnamon and cream cheese mixed with the salt and grease from the sampler. Both complemented and balanced each other, though her method of eating caused the contents to smear against the side of her face. 

She spent some time trying to lick the corners of her mouth clean, only to realize her mouth felt quite dry. So, she reached for her first hot chocolate and lifted it to her lips.

The whipped cream had partially melted into the drink, leaving a thin layer of foam atop the chocolate. She drank in a series of large, noisy guzzles. The liquid was lukewarm at this point, but she didn’t mind. The chocolate flavor was thick, and her belly gurgled appreciatively. 

“Ahhh." Crelly settled back in her seat, resting for a moment. Each breath she took carried the smells of what remained of her feast. It was tempting to dive right back in, but there was no rush.

One eye opened and settled on the biscuits.

There were six in total, three covered in sausage gravy and three stuffed with jelly. The gravy had been generously applied, and much of it had soaked into the biscuits during delivery. What remained had collected at the bottom of their container, forming a sludge-like pool dotted with pieces of sausage.

Crelly grabbed a gravy-covered biscuit. It nearly fell apart between her thick digits, but she gave it a little toss so it landed in her hand. Gravy spilled between her fingers and over the sides of her palm, but she quickly guided the biscuit into her mouth. She chewed a few times before stopping to lick her hand before resuming. 

The biscuit practically dissolved without her teeth working it. The exterior was lightly flaky, but its long soak in gravy had overpowered any delicate or crumbly textures. Said gravy coated her tongue and dripped toward the back of her throat. 

“Mmmmhmmm.” Crelly hummed and closed her eyes once more. Her hand lazily sought out the next biscuit. She grabbed her belly fat four times before she found one. The sticky texture that greeted her hand meant it had to be a jelly biscuit. 

A lightbulb appeared in Crelly’s mind. She lifted the biscuit, dabbed around blindly before she relented and opened her eyes. She dunked the biscuit into the container with the remaining gravy-soaked biscuits. Her hand moved vigorously to scoop and suck up gravy before she quickly tossed the monstrosity toward her mouth.

The outside hadn’t yet turned soggy. Crelly could experience more of the flaky crust before her teeth mashed it away. The savory gravy mixed with the sweet, cold jelly. She couldn’t help but smile and wriggle in place, even kicking her feet as she ate. “I’m a genius. A culinary expert.”

Crelly grabbed one of her chocolate chip pancakes and roughly stuffed it into her mouth. Her stomach was relatively full. Satiated at least. She could lounge and idly stuff herself with the remaining items at her leisure. They were sure to hold her over until she ordered another smorgasbord around lunchtime. She would perform a similar ritual, lounge, repeat near dinner time, and perhaps even another time near midnight. It would be a repeat of a long-running pattern. One that would continue until she likely couldn’t pull herself out of bed.

‘I’m sure I can bribe someone into helping me once that happens.’ Crelly thought, chuckling softly as she slowly continued to eat.

THE END