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Oga's Food Baby
🕑 Added 2024-01-15 16:27:10 +0000 UTCWARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Oga (Plus-Sized Elf) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)
Frustrated from not having a child to call her own, Oga takes things into her own hands. Her plan gives her the rounded belly she always wanted, but with some unintended side effects.
Old story re-post from July of 2020.
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A searing pain hit Oga’s forehead as her eyes creaked open to greet the mid-day sun. Putting her palm against her head, she ran her fingers through her black hair and around her pointy horns to try and ease her suffering. Typically, the ogre woman could handle her fair share of alcohol. Considering the sizable headache affecting her, she could guess what had driven her to drink so much the night before. Throwing the blankets off of her bed, she clutched her aching forehead and started shuffling towards the bathroom. A severe shot of pain through her seven-foot body, paled in comparison to the emotional turmoil that had plagued her the night before.
It started off as it always did, with someone at the bar mistaking the little bulge around her belly as a pregnancy. Oga was always hurt by the need to correct them, not because she was insulted, but due to her lack of having a child to call her own. Her inner desires coming to the surface, she had drowned her sorrows in multiple kegs of beer and whatever food the bar had on tap. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, but she couldn’t recall ever going this hard.
Reaching the bathroom, she made a beeline to the sink to splash water in her face. “You need to stop this,” she told herself. “Obsessing over being a mother isn’t good for your health, just like Naoe said. You need to hold back on these urges, stop drinking so much, and BWOOOOOOOOORRRRP.”
Oga recoiled at her sudden belch. The lingering smell reeked of the various liquors she had guzzled the night before. Taking a step back to get away from the stench, her eyes widened as she took a second look at herself in the mirror. Mainly, the larger than average gut peeking out from beneath her shirt.
Placing her hand on the taut stomach, she was amazed by its spherical shape. The binge session had created an orb of flesh the size of a basketball, its only flaw being her protruding belly button. As she continued to examine it, her thoughts swirled around about the previous night. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she realized how much her gut resembled an actual pregnancy. Pressing against her belly a little too hard, forced out a noxious fart. While the smell was repugnant, it couldn’t take away from her elation of discovering a solution to her persistent problem.
Stepping out of the contaminated bathroom, Oga cradled her stomach like she was caring for a precious child. Sitting back on her bed she reached for her phone. Scrolling through the various other visitors from the other world, she found the right one she was looking for to set her on the right path.
“Hello, URP Erufuda?” she asked, trying to stifle her burp. “Yeah, it’s me Oga. Tell me, what was that fry place you were talking about the other day? I’m calling to make sure I…don’t accidentally pop in for a snack. I have to make sure I’m sticking to Naoe’s weight loss program.”
Hearing the elf woman list off not just the location in question, but several others, Oga started writing them down as fast as she could. She only had to stop on occasion for Erufuda to clarify directions or to quietly release the leftover gas from her queasy stomach. When she was done, she was left with a sizable list of locations and a clueless Erufuda.
“Thanks again for the help,” Oga said. “Now, can you hand the phone over to Auntie? I want her advice as well,” she added, a smile spread across her face as her finger flicked her belly button.
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Leading the usual group in a round of warmups, Naoe kept messing with his bowl cut black hair and glancing at his watch. After going out of his way to reserve a room at the gym for training, he was starting to get anxious. It was already an hour past the start time and one his clients still hadn’t shown up. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, save for the fact that it wasn’t the typical person who was running late.
“Are we ready to start?” Kuroeda the dark elf asked, as she reached down to touch her toes.
“We’ve been doing this for a while now.”
“Already getting tired Manjubutt?” Erufuda teased, in-between stretching out her arms.
Kuroeda stood up straight and bared her teeth. “What did you say?”
“Nothing, just that you’re a fat-“
Erufuda let out a yelp as her auntie came up behind her and gave her a slap to the rear. “Stop playing around and keep warming up.”
“Yes, auntie,” she replied, rubbing her sore butt as she went back to stretching.
“We’ll be starting shortly,” Naoe answered. “I was hoping we’d all be here to begin the new training regimen, but I guess we’ll have to start without her.”
Naoe started walking towards his clipboard of training notes, until he heard a knock at the door. Hoping that his final client had arrived, he rushed over. Grasping the doorknob, he got a whiff of something foul drifting from outside hallway. Waving it off as perhaps someone’s sweaty clothing, he opened the door, only to step back in awe of what he saw.
Oga stood in the doorway, looming over him with her gentle smile like she always did. The difference was her face never looked so pudgy, nor did her body take up most of the entryway with its girth. A tank top covered in numerous food stains barely contained her boobs. Each breast had its nipple on display, pushing through the fabric as they attempted to slip free. A pair of gym shorts were practically painted onto her meaty butt cheeks. The fabric was wedged deep into her ass crack, with no hope of ever being released. However, the most evident change was her bare belly bulging out between her strained articles of clothing.
The barrel-like gut was a sight to behold, mostly its rounded appearance clashing with the rest of her flabby form. Its shape was almost a perfect sphere, save for her belly button protruding out several inches. Squeezing her portly form through the door, the bulbous protrusion jostled around wildly. The act got everyone in the room to stop what they were doing and stare at her gut. Seeing that her belly was the center of attention, Oga’s smile grew that much wider.
“Oga…what happened to you?” Naoe asked, the question everyone had on their minds.
“Yeah, sorry I’m BWOOOOORP late,” she belched out. “I grabbed a little snack before I came here.”
Oga’s burp carried with it the distinct smell of greasy food. While the rest of the group recoiled at the rude expulsion, Erufuda took a second whiff. “Wait…I recognize that smell,” she said, approaching the ogre woman, “did you just eat at Fried Frans?”
“Yup,” she replied, tapping her fingers against her belly. “Did the all you can eat special, just like you suggested.”
Everyone immediately turned towards Erufuda to shoot her a nasty look.
“I-I didn’t suggest that she should go there,” the pudgy elf said, holding up her hands in defense. “She called me up about a month ago asking what places to avoid.”
The other girls’ expressions of scorn, slowly turned to realization.
“She…asked me the same thing,” Kuroeda admitted.
“It appears she inquired about all of our vices,” Auntie brought up. “Although if that’s the case, I don’t understand why you’re…like that.”
Oga turned her head, rubbing her hand along her exposed gut as she thought of an answer. “I…wanted to try them out first. Get it out of my system so I wouldn’t be tempted to eat there again.” Turning back, she tried to show off a shaky smile that not a single person believed.
“Well whatever the reason, you’re here now at least,” Naoe said. “Come on, we were just about to start. Looks like you’re going to need all the training you need.”
“Just tell me where you need me,” Oga replied, cradling her stomach as she joined the others.
Taking his place at the front of the group, Naoe raised his hand. “Now that most of us are warmed up, let’s start with the basics. I want each of you to do 25 squats.”
With an agonized groan from Erufuda and assuring nods from everyone else, the group got in position. Widening their stance, they bent their knees and clasped their hands above their heads. Following Naoe’s lead, they lowered their bodies at the count of three for their first rep.
The group stood dead still as a rippling noise echoed throughout the room. Most attributing it to a creaky floorboard, they went down for the second rep. The sound came back again, this time bringing with it a noxious odor. While the rest of the group paused to either look for the source or cover their noses, Oga continued her squat session. Her attempt to try and ignore the farts blasting out of her chunky rear, became more frivolous as the group slowly caught onto her gas problem.
“Oga *cough* are you feeling alright?” Naoe asked.
“Never better,” she replied, squatting down and incidentally filling the room with a long PHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT.
“All of that unhealthy food must be having a dire effect on your digestion,” Naoe commented, his mind more focused on her health than the worsening smell. “You might want to let your stomach settle first before we continue.”
“I’m BWOOOOOOOORRP fine,” she belched. “If I’m having body problems, that just means I have to train harder to- “
Going down for her next squat, the room echoed with the sound of something tearing itself apart. A light breeze against her backside clued Oga into the fact that her butt cheeks had burst out of her gym shorts. Realizing that everyone’s eyes were glued to her exposed posterior, she reached out to try and cover herself. That was her biggest mistake.
Overextending her pudgy limbs sent her falling forward. Landing on her bloated belly, pushed out the reserves of gas inside of her colon. For a solid minute, all that could be heard in the room was her prolonged fart and the others’ frantic coughing to get the rancid air out of their systems. The sheer force of the gas cloud shook the floor, rattled the windows, and knocked pictures off the wall. It felt like at any moment the building would collapse from the ogre’s putrid fart.
“Let’s *cough* end the session early today,” Naoe said, stumbling out of the room.
“Agreed,” the others replied, leaving Oga behind to deal with the smell and her mess.
As the last of her gas petered out, Oga rolled herself over. Sitting down with her legs splayed out, she contemplated the results of her special training regimen. She had known the effects of eating so much fattening food could have on her body, but she could never have predicted that it would be this bad. Watching the flab around her arm wave back and forth, she began questioning if all the effort was worth it.
An unruly groan from her intestines brought her attention back to her gut. Any misgivings she had about the side effects washed away as she gazed upon its motherly glow. Embracing what she could of her stomach, she gave it an affectionate squeeze. Despite the ensuing burp that rolled up her throat, she couldn’t have been happier with herself. Everything was going just as planned.
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Naoe knew he had found the right location as his nostrils flared from the pungent odor. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a facemask to protect him from the smell. Making note of fries drawn on the fabric by Erufuda, he wrapped it tightly around his face and continued. Taking what could be his last breath of fresh air, he approached the door and knocked.
“Oga, it’s Naoe,” he called out. “I’m her for our private session.”
“Just a BWOOOOORRP minute!” she shouted back.
Her declaration was followed by the sound of something in her apartment getting knocked over. Daring to put an ear to the door, Naoe heard a whirlwind of activity as Oga did some last minute cleaning. While he was glad that she was still capable of movement in her condition, he was no doubt concerned at the exact state of her living arrangement.
“Come on in!” Oga finally called out. “I’m in the bedroom.”
Pushing open the door, Naoe was confronted with a wave of stale air. Holding his ground, he took tentative steps inside of the apartment. Closing the door turned out to be a mistake as his one source of fresh air was taken away. Pressing his mask close to his face, he continued deeper into the apartment towards Oga’s bedroom. Pushing open the door, he had an idea in his head of what the ogre woman looked like after several months of not showing up for training. Still, the sight that waited for him inside was no less breathtaking.
Oga was sitting on the edge of her bed, her meaty rear taking up half the mattress. A once white tank top, was now an abstract painting made up of food stains that was stretched across her torso. The top was wrapped the center of her chest, acting as the bare minimum for keeping her engorged, beach ball-like breasts and plump nipples modest, while leaving her hairy arm pits on display. Aside from the top, Naoe couldn’t tell if she was wearing anything else at all with her groin obscured by her most prominent feature.
Weeks of binging on unhealthy food had significantly grown her bulbous stomach. The spherical orb of flesh was comparable to a bean-bag chair, sporting enough girth to house a full grown human. It’s almost perfectly round shape, was upset by her belly button extending a full foot out from her. The protrusion was surrounded by a thick patch of black hair, that trailed down her belly into the depths of her nether region. While her gut was mostly made up of fat gained from her junk food binges, it was also the producer of the copious amounts of gas that complimented her rancid body odor. She was like a ticking time bomb, the slightest wrong move likely to unleash a pungent cloud from either end.
“Good to UUUUURRP see you again, human,” Oga belched, waving her pudgy arm at him and spreading her fragrant musk in the process.
Naoe clasped his mask closer to his face. “Oga, what have you been eating? I told you to stick to a very strict diet.”
“I have.” Leaning forward, she let out a fart that shook the entire room. “My body just doesn’t agree with anything I eat these days.”
“Guess that’s all the more reason to get started,” Naoe said, plunging his face into his duffle bag to both pull out supplies and get a fresh pocket of air. “Let’s start with some basic exercise. Please get off of the bed.”
Grasping the sheets, Oga attempted to haul herself up. It took several tries, her gut wobbling wildly as she strained what little muscle was left underneath her fat. By some kind of miracle, she managed to stand up, her body slick with sweat from the effort. “Next?”
“I know how your body reacts to squats,” Naoe began, recalling the event that had gotten them banned from the gym, “so we’ll start with some jumping jacks.”
“Works for me,” Oga replied, putting her arms against her love handles. “Ready when you are.”
Knowing what he was about to unleash, Naoe took his position across from her. “Let’s begin.”
Following his lead, Oga started leaping up into the air, clapping her hands together and spreading her feet apart with each jump. The simple exercise sent her body into a cascade of jiggling and shaking that drenched her in sweat after just a few reps. Overshadowing the sound of her flesh slapping together, the gas that spurted out from her pudgy cheeks and meaty rear showed how much worse her digestive problems had gotten since their last meeting.
Holding his ground, Naoe was determined to see her training regime to the end. He kept his count alongside her, even as her top was torn to shreds to let her breast freely bounce against her gut. Each shake of her belly and bead of sweat, were proof enough to him that she was willing to go that extra mile to get back in shape. There was no way that he was going to give up on her after she had sacrificed so much in pursuit of a healthier lifestyle.
Naoe’s enthusiasm waned considerably after Oga’s 20th rep, as she leapt high enough for her horns to graze the ceiling. Landing on the ground sent a miniature earthquake through the room. The force sent books flying off the shelves, dragged out drawers from the dresser, and creaked open the closet. Naoe stopped jumping as his eyes glanced at something inside of the cramped space. Leaning over to peek past the ogre’s sweaty form, he watched a pile of fast food wrappers tumble out of the closet. Realizing this same fact too late, Oga couldn’t move fast enough to stop him from running around her towards her hidden stash.
“What is this?” Naoe asked, holding up an empty burger bag.
“…I was holding it for a friend,” she replied, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Oga, I thought you wanted to get fit. You can’t keep eating like this if you want to go back to your old body.”
“Maybe I don’t want to go back!” she shouted, tears welling up around her eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
Oga sat back down on the bed and cradled her stomach between her arms. “I know that I’ve put on a bunch of weight and I stink like rotten meat, but it’s all worth it for this.”
“Your belly? No offense, but it makes you look like your pregnant with septuplets.”
She hugged her bulbous mid-section even harder, pushing out a gas bubble from her rear. “That’s what I want.”
Naoe dropped the fast food bag as he recalled Oga’s innate maternal instincts. “That’s why you’ve adopted such an unhealthy lifestyle? To pretend that you’re pregnant?”
“BWOOOOOOOOORRRP yes,” he belched back to him.
“Oga, if you keep this up you’re going to end up doing irreversible damage to your body.”
She turned her backside to him and let loose with an aggravated fart. “I don’t care.”
Pushing through the rancid cloud, he stood at the foot of her bed. “What is it going to take to make you stop?”
“When I have a child of my own!” she shouted at him, before diving her tear soaked face between her breasts.
As the words passed through Naoe’s head, something clicked. His instincts were telling him what he had to do, accompanied with his logical side wanting him to succeed in helping his client. “Fine. Then let’s do it.”
Oga turned back to him. “What?” she asked, wiping tears from her eyes.
“If you want a baby so bad, then we’ll get you one. Here and now.”
Oga’s face lit up with a wide smile. “You really mean it? Even if I’m like…this?”
“Yes,” he replied, his common sense finally kicking him to make him realize what he had agreed to.
Taking his words as a promise, Oga leaned back on the bed. Reaching beneath her gut, she snapped off the thin panties that were wedged into her flab. Sliding further back on the mattress, she lifted her legs and held them up with her arms. “I’m ready when you are.”
Too far in to give up now, Naoe removed his clothing, save for his face mask. Gazing at Oga’s supple body, he couldn’t hide his growing erection. Taking his spot in front of her groin, he slid his cock against her hairy undercarriage until he found her labia. Taking hold of her thighs, he tried to tell himself that this was for Oga’s health. However, his twitching member told the truth, he was attracted to her slobby form and wanted to feel every pound of fat.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Oga said, peeking past her belly to show him the look of anticipation on her face.
Taking a gulp of Oga’s rancid air, Naoe sunk his member inside of her. The first thrust brought with it a gas cloud that reminded him what jostling around her gut would unleash. Unwilling to back down, he pulled his face mask off and tossed it to the side. If he was going to do this, he was going to do this right. “Let’s begin,” he said, sinking his fingers deep into her pudge.
Naoe started things off slow, getting a feel for Oga’s preferred rhythm. Each thrust slammed his flat stomach against the overgrown gut, her belly button bouncing against his chest. Increasing his speed by just a fraction, brought out a mixture of moans and burps from the ogre’s mouth. Feeling her plush body revel with each penetration, he went even faster. Bathing in the direct barrage of Oga’s farts, Naoe let himself get lost to her unique feeling of pleasure. The smell didn’t matter to him, all he cared about was both of them reaching their climax.
Releasing his seed inside of her, Naoe gave her one last thrust to send her over the edge. Crying out in a loud moan, Oga let loose with whatever reserves of gas she had left in her body. With the room flooded with her noxious smell, Naoe felt his strength finally give out. Legs weakened from the ordeal, he fell forward to rest his chin against her gut. Taking a deep breath of the tainted air, he looked up to see a loving look on Oga’s face.
“You’re going to be such a good father,” she said, reaching out to brush her fingers through his hair.
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“I’m going to be a little late for our usual session,” Naoe said, balancing his phone on his shoulder while his arms were burdened with dozens of shopping bags.
“Human, you’ve been putting off our training a lot this month,” Erufuda replied on the other side. “When is she due anyway?”
“Next month. Even then, I doubt we’ll be able to go back to our usual schedule. Especially with-“
Naoe trailed off as Oga came out of the store with another set of bags in tow. Through perseverance, the two of them had taken off most of her added weight and brought her digestion problem down to something more manageable. What they couldn’t take care of was the large orb taking up the majority of her flower-pattern dress. At a first glance, it could be mistaken for the ogre’s old ravenous stomach. However, sliding a hand across the taut sphere would provoke the eight children nestled inside to kick back to make their presence known.
“I’ll call you back later,” Naoe said, putting away his phone as Oga approached. “What did you get this time?”
With a beaming smile, Oga reached into one of her bags to pull out several onesies. “Aren’t they cute? I can’t wait to see the little ones crawling around in them.”
Naoe let out an exasperated sigh. “That’s what you’ve said about everything we’ve bought today,” he said, holding out his arm for her to place the bags on.
“Trust me, it’ll be worth it,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder as they walked together. “Now come on. If we can’t handle a little shopping trip, then what kind of parents are we?”
