In the Fullness of Time 4 - 10 (Patreon)

She was unaccustomed to the new bulk.

Unlike Sakuya who had along since surrendered her muscles to her new mass, Meiling struggled against her new pounds like a new born foal fought gravity. She would have to train herself again on just how to stand, let alone walk against hew new center of gravity as she strode ever closer to the mansion’s interior.

She would have to hurry as Sakuya’s time compression continued to unravel, promising that if they would not clear the entrance way soon, both of them would become permanent fixtures there.

Overconfidence would have its way with Meiling first as she miscalculated the height of the first step, catching her flabby foot as she tumbled straight through the opening and onto Sakuya’s pillowy breast.

The maid only smiled as she felt the heat of Meiling’s breath upon her inverted nipple as the gate guard struggled even faster to hoist herself off as she braced for punishment.

The knife never came however, as Sakuya merely fluttered her long lashes at her and used what little movement she could muster in her neck to signal her intention to raid the kitchen for the picnic she had prepared earlier…