[General Access] Marie's Hunger for Happiness (Patreon)

SERIES: Persona 

MAIN CHARACTER(S): Marie 

MAIN KINKS:  Blob sizes, food stuffing, rapid weight gain, mentions of gas 

OVERVIEW 

Inaba finds itself home to the fattest person to ever live. Hauled around by one singular woman dressed in blue, she traverses her way place to place around the town daily, a constantly malnourished beast no matter what her size would tell you 

(This is my Patreon community story for the month)

--Start-- 

Inaba, a town of little action or much of anything at all. With its main attraction being a larger-than-average shopping centre, safe to say its residents were not the most inspired. Yet, for all its faults in the entertainment department, those living there came to appreciate the tranquillity, the peace and quiet of an undisturbed life in a tightly knit community. For the most part, in spite of a few hiccups and an entire murder mystery unfolding in the present, never once was anyone stressed. 

“You must clear the streets, please. We have a rather large package coming through, I suppose it could be called.” 

That was until a few months prior, where that luscious peace went to die. Excluding the murderous game of cat and mouse, nothing came close to the disturbance caused by two single women, though one of them passed as her own mountain; yet, none could blame the slimmer one for blasting warnings through the streets. Should she not do that, then risks of crushing under the impossible workload behind her back shot up exponentially. To comply with her surprisingly soothing words despite the circumstances, people and cars alike cleared the streets to make way for the package. 

One of those people happened to be the daughter of Aiya’s owner, a delivery girl named Aika. Watching this unfold before her very eyes, she held no regards for road safely and rushed back home on her delivery bike to warn the others of the impending doom. A trip lasting all of five seconds thanks to the tiny stature of the town, parking her bike at the back before rushing into the kitchen. Noting the panic on her face, the workers preparing meals quietly picked up the pace, others heading out to the back. 

“Sh-She’s coming, again! You gotta get yourselves ready! Who knows how big her appetite is going to be today... do your best, everyone!” Aika yelled at them before too scampering out to the back. 

Her targets were not hard to locate. Ever since the fateful arrival of Inaba’s personal meat mountain, several tankers comparable to farm silos had to be installed at their rear purely to keep her in check and prevent another outburst after the last time; a time infamous for failing to sate her monstrous appetite, bringing about treacherous thunderstorms that ravaged the lands for days. Most chalked it up to coincidence, but Aika couldn’t help but feel the one with an appetite comparable to the entire town put together was behind it. Since that day, never again would she take that risk. Instead, a hefty fee was paid to install these silos filled to the brim with broth, meat, and whatever else the mountain so craved. Priming them one by one before heading around the front, Aika refused to slow down – fate would not wait for her. 

Bashing her way through the front doors and about to pass into the kitchen, Aika froze. Beside her sat a wall that once displayed winners of their iconic Beef Bowl challenge, now replaced to serve their gluttonous beast. Back when she first appeared a few short months ago, it was easy to pin her to a name: Marie. Now, with her appearance anything but human, most pretended she did not have one. 

Images of her at a slim, healthy weight on her first few visits.  

Gradually blimping up in weight time after time, added rolls on her stomach another chin or two. It wasn’t long before the images showed her in the nude, no clothes anywhere able to clothe her. All this separated into the first month. 

By the latest editions, most shots of her face were ones of incomprehensible bliss. Anyone except the blob or the one hauling her around saw nothing but hills in canvas, unaware of their lardy nature. One glance close and eyes could be made out, then lips, even a hat buried in forehead blubber. The woman once sleek and attractive fully buried in her own appetite, all in a length of time no longer than the turn of a season. To say it boggled the mind would be an understatement. 

“Do we really have to keep serving her...?” Aika mumbled under her breath. “Who knows how fat she’ll be in another few months, bigger than the entire store no doubt. At what point will she outgrow the streets, then all of Inaba? And how is she getting so huge so quickly anyway?!” 

-- 

“Marie, would you please calm yourself? It is already quite a challenge to haul you around without you making my life harder.” Margaret asked politely, met with a rage most uncalled for. 

“Y-Y-You... hfughg... hggugh... w-whahnana... ghoOUUU ahhy... schchhlowwer?! Huff... hah... hguhg... mmmghjh... hunghhey..!!” 

By all intents and purposes, it came to be a genuine miracle that Marie could speak at all. Her face, if it could even be called that anymore, came prepackaged with enough weight alone to be considered obese on anyone else, all gathered in her cheeks and chins. Not even Margaret in all her wisdom knew the correct words to describe her assistant left in such a state beyond one word: fat. For all her boundless knowledge, the one word that came to mind was a childihs insult.  

And for good reason, as well. Nothing about the once humanoid woman made much sense to anyone. Her stomach stuck out the length of an entire car before her and not the mini kinds, constantly revving up its engines and burning through fuel reserves in a matter of minutes, before then hungering for more. Unlike other “fat” people, her boisterous belly lacked any shape or reasoning to exist; it simply spilled outwards in front of her in a mess of rolls, blubber, and unwashed depression, leaving her no different to a trash heap in the local dump. Such a size left any chance of clothing as a hopeless endeavour, rather allowed by the law to parade around totally bare for the most part. 

Riding atop it was the one part of her figure refused the right to plod around naked as the day she was forced into the world, her tits. Each one firm and filled to breaking point; not by milk, but pure blubber inflating them like a balloon. They itched, whined, begged to be milked and to shrink back to normal size, but no such relief ever came. Marie simply turned her pain into arousal and came repeatedly to her body’s struggles. Even her butt knew not how to handle itself other to pour behind her aimlessly. Broad as a boad laid sideways and infinitely softer, able to sink an entire body into its curves to never return, another area of her body left in the nude.  

Marie was a mountain, plainly. Her stature compared to the roof of most rooms, close to filling many with fat alone as well, her limbs but damsels in distress throughout. Whether her legs smothered and entombed by her appetite left with only her swollen feet peeping out, or arms wobbling uselessly by her chest looking akin to a slab of kebab meat. For lack of better terminology, Marie no longer qualified for human rights.  

Not that she cared one bit, nothing but her next meal on her mind. Such selfish actions were not silent once, a constant vocal performance whining to the sole woman caretaking for her aided by her superhuman strength, Margaret, who endured solely thanks to the patience drilled into her. However, lugging around a 60-ton woman still left quite the strain on her back, forcing her to take a moment to catch her breath. 

Something Marie sobbed over. 

“H-H-H-Hur... hguhghg... rrruuhy... UUUUUUUUUUHHPPPP!!!” She bellowed, shaking houses in her wake. Endless pampering had turned her into something of a brat.  

“Calm down, Marie. This behaviour is hardly becoming of a velvet assistant. Am I not allowed to catch my breath before coming back to your aid?” Margaret argued, not that it did much to sooth the blubbering baby. “There, I feel able to walk again now. Was that so hard?” 

“stupdighghkdgheahd... Ihhhahghatehghge... ghouehg.... ahhyund...” Most of Marie’s vocalubary worked only as functionless gurgling at this stage, inseparable from slathering. 

So, to get her point across, Marie craned her neck toward the sky and smirked; attempted to crane her neck, that is. Someone of her mountainous form could do no more than raise her eyeballs instead, neck drowning in a blubbery soup. Her sextuple chins wobbled eagerly as rain began to fall under her command, staring back at the stick-thin woman hauling her along with revenge in her eyes... 

Until Margaret simply rolled her eyes and raised an umbrella. 

“Really? Are you really going to try that with me? Sometimes I do wonder if you would benefit from a diet... perhaps it may calm that bratty attitude of yours, and you lack the ability to do anything about it.” 

Hearing that scared Marie straight, shutting off her rain. The two then continued in silence under the returned sun, baking under its pressure on a scorching summer day. Margaret could make do with some sweat under her clothing, but Marie? The girl more folds than human? Sweat seeped from every unclogged pore over her figure before sliding down into her deepest crevices, only enhancing her stench. Even the mature woman ahead could do nothing but plug her nose and pray for the rain to return, so her bratty blob may bathe for once in her infinite life. 

Once thoroughly doused in a thick lining of sweat, Marie then added saliva to the mix and slathered all over her many face folds, for she had arrived at her destiny: Aiya’s. Just when she thought herself doomed to never consume another molecule thanks to the slowpoke dragging her along on nothing but a wheeled cart, but that was not the case. Her worries drowned under slathering at their scents alone, before so much as licking one drop of broth.  

While Marie battled back her urges, Margaret passed through the doors. Staring back outside, a problem became clear: Marie was no smaller than the entire wall at the front of the store. Such a size prevented even her stomach from passing through its doors, let alone the rest of her body. Eating outside would be the optimal play if not for Marie’s insistence to chow down inside, leaving her stumped. No matter how she approached the issue, even with her endless genius to solve any issue known to mankind, passing someone shaped like melted ice cream through doors meant for the average and normal left her hung out to dry. It seemed like an impossible task. 

CRAAAAAAASHH!! 

BANG! 

Until Marie solved the issue for her. Eagerness took the wheel by grinding her body back and forth into her cart, moving her forward bit by bit. Once near its breaking point, it collapsed her forwards straight into the wall blocking her way. It came as divine intervention when the entire store didn’t crumble around her, not that she cared either way. Now moments away from stuffing her face, Marie’s drool coated her entire front like slime over folds baked under the summer sun. Having landed on her stomach in its hundreds of rolls, her face sat right before her caretakers, who was not best pleased. 

“I do not understand you at times, Marie. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Margaret wagged he finger side to side before turning to address the shocked staff. “Do not worry. I can restore this to normal later, once Marie has left. I promise to deal with all the damage without you spending a single yen.” 

The workers simply shrugged and returned to the kitchen, leaving the two velvet assistants alone. Space became a luxury when indoors with a living mountain, her flatulent figure taking up over half of the entire store all on its lonesome uncaring for the damage caused by simply existing. Tables crumbled to dust beneath her onslaught of rolls, never to see the light of day again. The same going for tables and chairs unlucky enough to be in range. Excitement brought tremors coursing through clogged veins, jittering into wooden floorboards and shaking the very foundations laid when the store first came to be all for the single cause of her own gluttony. Never in all her years did something pump up the once-assistant more than a hearty meal at Aiya’s; anticipation clear by her face alone. Whatever remained of its features smashed together into an eager grin, tears streaming down her face at the mere thought of another chance to indulge and glut out to her content. 

Placing that aside, Margaret strutted over to the counter lucky to still be standing in the presence of greatness, to the shaken Aika, to place an order on behalf of the unvocal one.  

“Hello there. May we place have... your entire menu until you run out of stock, and every last drop from the silos outside? Marie is rather peckish today.” She asked. 

Aika’s trembling hands danced a notepad a thousand times fast; fear dawned on her face. “C-Can you even afford all that? That comes out to several hundred thousand yen... and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work in this town before.” 

“Money is no issue to me, I assure you. Marie here simply has a big appetite and will not calm down without a full belly. Thank you for your time.” 

With that, Margaret strolled back over to her blob, who quivered intensely after hearing her lunch. Even for her size, such a feast was a luxury. However, Margaret first pressed her fingers into Marie’s lips, two slabs thick as sausages, and shut her up. 

“Now, now. You know what comes first. Even if you’re legally allowed to parade around in the nude, you will still be refused service like this. It’s time to dress you up.” 

“MMmhnguUJGHHG.. HguHUHGHG... fhffhhuuuiiHNNE...” 

Reluctantly, Marie accepted her position. The mature woman cartaking for her knew better than to prepare clothes or anything of the sort, equip with tissue vast as a car. Throwing it over Marie’s front performed wonders for her appearance instantly, bringing her closer than ever before to “somewhat presentable” status. She herself minded not the white cloth, soon staining it in her juices. Just like that, Marie was just about ready to consume her way through every remaining crumb in the store.  

Almost ready, that is. 

When nobody watched, Margaret snuck out of the back entrance and cloaked herself under the veil of a persona skill, bringing her close to total invisibility. Sneaking around right beneath the nose of a dozen workers preparing pipelines, food stock, and the work was something of a thrill for her, perhaps more so if the matter at hand wasn’t so bittersweet.  

Her ventures brought her up to the silos lined up one by one. Like this, it would be a sinch to navigate her way through shutting them down, blaming a fault in the system, and returning Marie to the velvet room to diet. Yet, that was not her true intention. The blonde beauty pondered for a moment her best course of action where once there had been no doubts, lost in thought unbecoming of a velvet assistant. If Igor saw her now, she was sure of the disappointment written over his disturbingly long nose. 

“I shouldn’t be doing this. Marie did not ask me to, nor has anyone else, so why must I undertake this duty? Is it my own pride? No, I don’t have that issue... hmm...” 

There came only one way to bring her mind back from the brink. 

Digging into a pocket with her squeezable butt, Margeret tore out a single sheet of paper and read it over once more.  

More than just worthless paper; rather, a poem from the one no longer able to lift a finger on her own stolen from under her nose back in slimmer times. 

-- 

Why do I eat so much? 

Why do you care so much? 

The world, a cruel and stupid place. 

Constant energy needed to keep with its pace. 

So much movement that I can never stop, 

Except for when I'm stuffing my face. 

My body chained down and broken. 

Memories lost and long forgotten. 

A broken spirit torn down and discarded. 

A corpse given life against its own will. 

And you question why I seek comfort, assholes? 

Be free from my duties! 

Be free of my pain! 

Be rid of the thick fog calling my name! 

Why do I eat so much, you ask? 

Can I not sit down for five minutes peace, idiot? 

Food in my trembling, terrified embrace,  

The last bastion able to warm my heart... 

-- 

Like many of the strange attendant’s poems, it made little sense even to one holding dominion over all knowledge. Yet, its intentions were clear as the day cast overhead.  

“Who am I to rob her of the one thing that makes her happy? I cannot begin to comprehend her pain, so she is but a blameless victim of circumstance. I am bound to the wild card, not her... yet, with nobody to tell me otherwise, I... I can’t bear to see her suffer.” 

Her heart set, Margaret turned back to the silos. One by one, she sank her hand into their metallic, towering figures and reached beyond what the eye could see, straight into the contents inside. There, the concoction began to glow an enchanted gold hidden in plain sight, not one worker any the wiser to her antics. Satisfied, she then snuck off to Marie’s many sides. 

Even if it meant ruining her figure, happiness would come her way. 

When back at Marie’s side, Margaret held her nerve behind a dead expression no different to any other in her arsenal. Others simply thought her to be stoic or uncaring, unaware of the genuine passion in her every step. Another success without a hitch, and just in time before the ringing of the meal bell.  

Marie could hardly hold her nerves. Speech a realm beyond her, she chose instead to whine and cum her brains out once five hoses passed before her very eyes. Workers already tiring from their weight shoved one up her butt, another down into a clit useless for its breeding purposes, and the final three into her mouth all at once; insane for the average person, but the bare minimum for someone of her size. One mere pipe would not be enough to sate an appetite echoing far and wide over mountains.  

“I hope you enjoy your meal, Marie. I’m sure it was made with love.” Margaret patted her on the side; an action not met with senseless arguing for once.  

And then, it began. 

Hundreds of gallons surged forwards all at once, down her every hole through exit or entrance, anything to fill her up. 

Marie hardly knew where to begin. A waterfall flowed from both eyes as she descended into pure bliss; food of this caliber unknown to her. Aiya’s had always fed her well, but this batch? It tasted as if someone blessed it. Every molecule rushing down her throat was akin to heaven’s finest meal, and she almost regretted swallowing, not that it stopped her. She emphatically moaned into the three tubes ravaging form and function like a woman possessed, none the wiser through all the pleasure that her clit released whatever love juices it could into a fupa hairy and unkempt. 

At the same time, Margaret made herself useful by circling the former beauty like a shark to its pray, examining her all over and checking for one thing in particular: red. Any red spots signaled pain, agony, something to care for. Not one mistake beat her iron gaze and determination to ensure the ultimate comfort for the one in so much internal torment, kneading any quaking with her bare hands. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! 

BBHHHHFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHTT!! 

With that brought gas, a truckload of it. The entire store seemed to shake with her explosions. Did that bring Marie to a standstill to consider her actions? Not in a million years. She extended stuffing without breathing for as long as her body could handle, not one regret to be found. For her, inner peace had been achieved. For every gallon that crossed her lips, every soothing splash at a heart begging her to slow down before it too bit the dust, Marie moaned that little bit harder. 

Like this, there were no worries about the future. 

No quarrel for memories long since lost in fog. 

A pursuit for a needless truth. 

Here, all she had to do was mindless eat to her heart’s content, nothing able to pull her away from that. Any pains were dealt with by her loyal caretaker without so much as one complaint, a thankless job but one appreciated silently all the same.  

Marie wept with the joy of a thousand souls for every moment spent slamming back steaming hot meals. Strangely, despite her enormous size and tendency to break things, her gluttony never seemed harmful to those around her. A shockingly clean eater in spite of chugging down tubes, never one to allow one drop to escape her lips, nor one to rattle around. She maturely laid still, albeit cumming her brains into the cold wood below, sucking down life’s greatest gift to her fractured soul. 

That was until her body began to tremble. From top to bottom, front to back, an earthquake of her own making jutted dozens of tons around the room with reckless abandon; not of her own doing, either. Margaret could only hide her face in shame. 

Her spell did a lot more than just enhance the flavors of food a thousand-fold. 

For one, its calories increased by a thousand-fold. 

Her reason for weight gain all along was in no part, really, her own doing. Margaret was the fool piloting the ship into an iceberg for dreams of splendor; the effects always worth the harm. Before her very eyes, Marie’s body began its usual course of jutting out and around like a rabid animal free of its bindings. A thousand pounds in all directions smashing its way around the store unable to be chained for a moment longer, digestion converting to danger.  

“...This is for the best, this is for the best... I hope...” Margaret mumbled to herself as a fold overlapped her entire body, pinning her to the ground as the store’s foundations began to crumble... 

Marie, the tearful brat behind it all, reacted by choosing not to. In her deaf ears ringing static, no weight gain occurred at all.  

She simply chose to continue stuffing her face against all odds, too addicting to dare slow down and reconsider, even as her elephantine stomach smashed through another wall.  

Her feet and hands officially swallowed whole. 

Butt gaining another dozen tons before reaching a quarter of the way through her stuffing. 

The only one seeming to care being the very women responsible, pressed flat under over 100 tons of instantaneous flab mere second away from demolishing its way out of the store. She almost dreaded to think Marie’s size once all was said and done. 

Would she even fit in the street anymore? 

“Perhaps... I went overboard on this particular spell...” The mature woman whined from under her flesh prison. 

Then... 

BOOOOOOMM!!! 

CRASH!! 

The makings of a disaster, Aiya’s crumbling around Marie’s incomprehensible form.  

“Hm... I hope our dear guest has enough money to pay for the damages...”