Story Reward: Jane Doe's Thickening Trap

Here is a reward story of Jane Doe from ZZZ getting fat and slobby from a strange trap found in a hollow!

Jane's hips rocked to and fro, sporting the very slightest soft wobble as her boots clicked against metal floor of the hollow. A quiet gurgle emanated from her very narrow waist. “Maybe I'll stop and get some ramen after...” she thought, her cheeks puffing out as she released a small “-Urp!-” of a belch. Jane's sensitive nose twitched as warmth spread through her cheeks, then down her entire body. Sweat droplets began to roll down her skin as she walked, her graceful, hourglass shaped body beginning to feel awkward as a chafing, itchy discomfort began to spread down her figure.

Jane slowed down, feeling her entire outfit beginning to creak; the garterbelt on her left leg, the open zippers of her high waisted shorts, the belt-clasps across her outfit, and even the small gap in her shorts for her tail. Her rounded ears perked up as she stopped moving. “It might be fast acting after all.” she muttered, trying to understand what exactly was happening to her. The squeezing discomfort of her tight outfit intensified as pale flab began to bloom over the edges of her shorts' legs as well as against her garter and stocking. The zipper teeth of her shorts spread farther and farther apart as the metal clasps of her waist and hip straps popped open against a leavening swell of belly and love handle fat.

“Tsch...I'm burning up...” Jane tossed her jacket off, letting free visible puffs of armpit steam out from beneath her rapidly plumpening arms. Her body continued to widen, the 'V'-cut of her top pressing forward as her sweat-drenched breasts swelled to double their size. “Woof...-hurrrph!-” Jane gasp-belched, clutching the growing layer of muffin flab escaping over the top of her rapidly failing shorts. Excess, pinchable blubber bloomed over every tight-fitting edge of her outfit as the sound of straining fabric filled the air of the quiet hollow.

“Gotta keep -HOURPH!- moving,” Jane urged herself, her belch sending spittle rocketing out several feet in front of her. “If I get -HURRPH!- caught out like this by the enemy...” Her tail, now twice as thick as it was before, swayed lethargically behind her rapidly growing buttocks. Extra rolls of doughy flab bloomed beneath the edges of her shorts.

Jane took a few steps, her now sizable thighs slapping wetly together and producing a jiggling wobble. Her now partially exposed buttocks unleahsed a withering -PHRRRT!- of gas as she heaved her growing body along. A sharp, pungent odor rapidly began to emanate from the broadening rat thiren, overtaking Jane's sensitive sense of smell. “Urgh...this smell alone is going to alert every bandit and creature in here! -HoURRRuurRPHH!- ” she grumbled to herself, her cheeks puffing out as her chin gained a layer of soft underfat.

The zipper gaps on her shorts began to tear beyond their limits, opening wider and wider to let more and more cellulite speckled blubber free. Her hurried, gaspy gait slowed to a strained waddle as the front of her shorts burst open with a sharp -THRRWIP!-, revealing a cushiony, drooping hill of a belly that was a bit larger on its lower cresent than its upper. Jane clenched the offending outspill of body fat as she vented more gas from both ends, noting the sudden bloom of dark body hair flowing up to her belly button. A particularly loud and rancid belch heralded the inner fabric of her top shearing open, revealing a squished-together outrush of cleavage flesh that bounced and wobbled with her slighest movement. Her knees and elbows receded into dimples as a hundred and fifty extra pounds became three hundred and fifty.

“Ooof!” Jane grunted as her shorts split completely down their legs, falling free from the extreme bulge of her upper thighs and the jut of her rump. A howling -Phraaap!- exited her rear end, toxifying the air and goading several nauseated coughs out of the operative. Sweat pattered from her still growing body onto the floor of the hollow like uneven rain.

“Okay...just a little more...” she gasped, her slow waddle now a heaving stomp as yet another hundred and fifty pounds had layered itself over her body. Her belly was at level with her plump, partially exposed mound of groin-blubber, redolent with pungent sweat and fluffy with overgrown hair. Jane's lips parted as a thunderous belch-breath exploded from her lips, freeing her now cannonball-wide breasts from her rapidly tearing top. She reflexively cupped her sweaty, swaying mammaries in her doughy forewarm before she willed herself to forget modesty in favor of further exertion forward. Her knees ached as her body was forced to hold up over eight hundred pounds of shifting blubber, her body growing past three times the width of her once uniquely curving hips.

Jane's thick, squishy tail wrapped around the door handle to the warehouse she was looting, helping her blubbery arms shift the large metal gate. “Well, my next alias will be hard to recognize, at least...-BWOOOORPH!-”