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Patreon Prompt 58
🕑 Added 2021-08-08 23:13:33 +0000 UTCPrompt: Sent on an investigation within a fat villainess's lair, a detective finds herself captured in and brought in for interrogation. Refusing to reveal her intentions, the detective finds herself having to put her endurance training to the test.
It started out a simple infiltration job to get dirt on the CEO of a rival company. What Helen didn’t count on was a misplaced hand against a bookshelf sending her into the midst of a group of burly guards in matching, outfits colored in obnoxious shades of gold. A mere hours later, she found herself strapped to a table in an unknown location with the sound of something heavy echoing against the bright white walls.
Tilting up her head, Helen was greeted by the wide visage of Goldie, the CEO she had been paid to investigate. Her near 1000 pound, chunky body was contained by a white suit with her glimmering gold hair hanging off of her broad shoulders. A bright, gold-colored tie was wedged between her medicine-ball sized breasts, her bosom copying the outline of her butt cheeks wrapped up by her white pants. Looming over Helen, she gave a wide smile to show off the shimmering gold along her teeth.
“Well, aren’t you the great detective?” Goldie asked, patting her pudgy palm against Helen’s face. “I’ve never even heard of you, and you’ve already deduced my evil plans for world domination.”
“Your what?”
Goldie laughed. “Don’t play dumb, especially after I’ve gone through the trouble of transporting you to my secret lair in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. I’m sure your people are already on their way in a vain attempt to foil me.”
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No matter,” Goldie said, swiveling her body around to have her backside hang over Helen’s head. “I have ways of making you talk.”
Before Helenn could attempt to convince the villainess of her ignorance, her world became enshrouded in pillowy ass fat. What little breathe Helen could draw from a momentary reprieve was pushed back out as Goldie leap up to slam her belly against her scrawny form. Feeling the obese woman crawl around her body, she managed to see Goldie’s sadistic smile again just before her head was squashed between her meaty breasts.
“You’ll talk,” Goldie said, sitting up to slam her gut down on Helen’s face. “They all do. Eventually.”
