Maid to Gain (Sakuya One Shot)

Sakuya had been eating again.

Meiling could feel the very walls shudder as she lumbers down the hall, her flabby legs pumping ponderously to reach waddling speed. She had become the fattest of the girls within household by a country mile. Her clothing barely fit her anymore no matter how often any attempts were made to update her wardrobe. She’s growing bigger and fatter by the day and this excited the mansion’s gate guard.

Sakuya knew this.

Sakuya’s lower belly alone filled out her parachute panties, every inch of fabric stretched tight over a huge, sagging, swaying mass of her widest fold. When stuffed to capacity, the dual rolls which adorn its surface are stretched into an unyielding, taut dome of flab with her cavernous navel clearly on display. A pair of flabby cheeks frame her perfect smile, her double chin rounding out her angelic features as her hair cascades down her neck and back towards her massive shelf of her rump.

Her rear alone had become wider than most door frames which  severely hindering her progress between rooms. Standing alone had become more of a challenge these days but the maid still tried her best. She could smell the promise of the wonderful treats Meiling bought her just in the next room.

She heaved herself forward. Great, quivering thighs jiggled with every step, their inner aspects mashing together like a pair of rose petals in an overly packed bouquet.

Rolls had formed at her knees and her calves and ankles have teamed up to hinder any further attempts at mobility. Sakuya wants to stop and settle into an immovable mound, to be fed and pleasured solely by Meiling at all hours of the day but she still had her duties.

Her once humble breasts had grown tremendous, amazingly soft, heavy and thick; twin slabs of gelatinous blubber that sat atop her upper most belly roll. They taunted her to try and lean just a little bit forward, to take just one more bite from that plate she set out before her so they could finally flop over the edge of her belly to rendezvous with her navel.

Those muffin-tops had long since evolved into wide slabs of draping flab, curtains which swallowed her waist and were now encroaching upon her flaring hips. Sakuya had grown so much wider now, so much larger than either her or Meiling could remember, arms huge and puffy like pillow cases as they attempt to swing to her ponderous gait.

The maid had become a masterpiece of obesity. Between Meiling’s efforts and her endless appetite, she’s continued to grow by the day. Food soon overtook cleaning as her main priority as the mansion finally descended into disarray. From merely chubby to an enormous blubber bound mass of girly flesh, she exceeded both of their expectations as her apron and head dress were soon the only things expected to contain her enormity.

This was all Meiling’s doing. She’s her fattener, her enabler, her encourager, her stuffer, her belly rubber, her shamer, her isolator and her lover. Never had she thought that such a playful attempt to curry Sakuya’s favour with cooking would work so exceedingly well. She had become such a blimp of a woman, an enormous swell of softness is all because of a little Chinese cooking spice. Meiling unlocked that inner greedy food addict that dwelled within her. Prim and proper no more, she had finally out grown her psychological prison and encased herself in one of her own flesh.

It was years ago now but it feels just like yesterday when she had made her decision. The other girls were initially horrified when she had told them but had reluctantly come to accept the inevitable as she began to pile on the pounds. They wondered what on earth was happening to her as she rocketed towards the 300 pound mark only to shoot by it just as fast. They whispered among themselves as she devoured entire dinner table spreads all by herself, her plump lips always licking themselves clean of a freshly laden snack. When she hit 400 they realized that who was to blame for her change. It was all that gentle encouraging during every meal of the day, every banquet and the countless festivals throughout the year. Meiling could not hide her intentions any longer, so the two of them decided to be open about it. Meiling’s hands were never too far away from Sakuya’s belly rolls, pinching and jiggling, giving herself away as a twisted, lover of fattening up women with every inch of them literally under her thumb.

Remilia confronted Meiling one day, aghast that her precious maid had shirked her time honoured duties all for the sake of a little extra food. Her eyes went as round as saucers as Meiling explained that there was no ulterior motive. She merely wanted her bigger and that she was going to keep feeding her, keep fattening her up because that is what she wanted. It was what they both wanted. Meiling prodded Remilia’s slight amount of belly pudge playfully, certain that’s what she wanted too.

Needless to say, Remilia wasn’t happy. She cursed and stormed away, but Meiling knew she was just jealous. She was too small to garner her interest but maybe after maybe a couple of hundred more pounds or so and then maybe then she would be worth talking to. It was another mountain to climb but for now, she had to focus on the ridges and valleys that lay before her.

Sakuya gasped as Meiling entered her bedroom, their special place. They had both heard the tear. The maid looked down at her waistline stuffed into that tiny mockery of the uniform she was once so proud of and grinned. Her swollen hands trailed instinctively across her mid-sized belly roll and gave it a seductive shake. She always knew how much the sight of all that jiggling belly excited Meiling. She just had to be fed right away.

The entire house smelt of food. Meiling had been cooking and Sakya had been sampling the entire day. Unrestricted access to the kitchen was a perk of living there and the only place she ever left her room for outside of her daily baths. She welcomed Meiling’slatest offering with a French kiss and chocolate breath. Meiling tease Sakuya for her snacking, innocently asking her what she would do if she were to ever lose her ‘girlish figure’. Sakuya merely laughed and took Meiling’s hand in her pudgy digits while playfully reaffirming that she’d certainly like it if she did. There’s no escaping her intuition as the massive maid knew her far too well.

Sakuya lay back on the couch they had moved into the dining hall just for her, the empty bowls alongside her clinking as gravity bent around her form. She had become almost all belly in that pose, a curvaceous collection of rolls and softness which fills the ever shrinking gap between her redwood thighs. Meiling had to be creative when feeding her, being careful where to put her hands so as not to bruise her delicate, pale skin.

Standing behind her with a feeding tube has become a favourite for the two of them, from both a fattening and logistics perspective as Sakuya gave her the thumbs up to begin pouring liquid obesity directly into her swollen stomach. Even after so much snack stuffing, Meiling knew the next question on her mind was going to be when the next ‘main meal’ of the day was coming. She’s so hungry, so fat and so greedy for more.

Sakuya would be eating again…and the two of them could hardly wait!