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Kiriko and Pharah’s Labor of Love. . .and Science (Part 2/2)
🕑 Added 2025-04-27 22:56:55 +0000 UTCTags: Weight gain, Sex, Pregfat
Final story for the month! I will be putting out a coming attractions post for next month in the next couple days. Hope you are all doing well!
Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/kiriko-and-labor-125528547
--- Chapter 7 ---
“Stooooop!” Pharah whined impotently as Kiriko kissed her lower belly. Her soft lips had been slowly tracing their way down from the large curve of Pharah’s baby bump, heading ever towards the lower reaches. It was there that her fat collected, transitioning from taut baby bump to a fatty morass. Now closer to 400, there was plenty of fat for Kiriko to play with. Likewise, there was more than enough fat to keep Pharah from putting a stop to it. “I should. . .ooooh. . .be doing it. . .to you!” Pharah flailed on the bed, trying to make her heavy arms and legs obey her commands. She rolled back and forth, looking rather like a turtle that had been tipped over. Fully naked, all that there was to see of Pharah was tan skin and the undulations of her bulk. Her belly waved back and forth before stopping as she gave up. “Kirikooooo. . .ooooooh. . .pleeassseee noooo.” Pharah wheezed, exhausted and tired from the attempt at moving.
“Ooooh hush!” Kiriko tapped one of Pharah’s thighs, getting her to spread them further. Pharah might have complained, but her body was quick to follow instructions. Her doughy thighs, big but proportionally less thick than Kiriko’s, rolled open to reveal a gleaming pussy. “You just enjoy your chocolate shake. . .and a little attention.” Kiriko pointed at a gallon jug with a bendy straw. It wound its way out and through the air, hovering just over Pharah’s mouth. She did as she was ordered, suckling from the straw. Fattening chocolate with bits of cake came flowing through the tube. Pharah’s belly undulated with each deep and sensual suck, showing her pussy a little more each time. Kiriko smiled. Both women were ready to enjoy their treats.
“Alright. . .whew. . .just a. . .moment.” Kiriko spoke slowly as she got herself in position. Sex was not as easy as it had been 100 pounds ago. 400 pounds of pregnant woman was a hard thing to get into place. Kiriko lowered her pale, naked body like a football player onto one knee. Though weighing as much as a linebacker, her body was infinitely more sensually shaped. Her butt fell generously over her legs, claiming and conquering the air around it. The smooth mass bounced happily for all it’s size, constantly reminding Kiriko of the physical toll that the weeks of fun had taken on her body. Kiriko paused, feeling her own jiggles and the radiating sexuality of Pharah’s mass. It was like two magnets slowly coming together, pulled by invisible forces. “You jusscht. . .keep. . .enjoying. . .yourself.” Kiriko wasn’t sure if she spoke to Pharah, herself, or both of them at the same time. What really mattered was making good on her promise.
Pharah gasped as she felt Kiriko’s tongue toying with her pussy. She sucked harder at the ice cream shake, a little chocolate spluttering from the corners of her mouth. Kiriko was soft and gentle, though her energetic nature shone through. She only wanted to warm Pharah up to the fun, then she could be more active. Her tongue played a little rhythm on the Eygptian’s clit, daring her to play along. Without conscious decision, Pharah started to match her sucks to the spritely licks. Sexual energy came in through the straw, was processed in Pharah’s enormous stomach, and then gifted through her pussy to Kiriko. Both women ate greedily and without a thought of stopping. Pharah made small attempts to gyrate her hips, but they were stunted. The weight of her enormous breasts and fulsome stomach prevented any true movement. Instead, Pharah was limited to writhing back and forth in impotent joy. Her breast fell fully onto the bed, with only her flabby arms to keep them in check. She mewled between sucks at the shake.
Kiriko, meanwhile, continued to up her energy. She buried her face between Pharah’s thighs. The buttery softness of Pharah’s thighs was matched only by Kiriko’s chubby cheeks. Pale and brown fat met in tantalizing harmony, as Kiriko’s tongue continued to dance. The Japanese woman felt the surges of lust in Pharah, manifesting through her failed attempts to arch her back. It was maybe the one instance where she wanted Pharah to do less. A soft hand reached up to tap Pharah’s leg and distended belly, letting her know it was alright to relax. She could rest while Kiriko did all the work. Truthfully, Kiriko wanted Pharah to get comfortable with laziness, with endless fattening and sloth. As much fun as the two had been having. . .she imagined a world with Pharah so much bigger.
The sex continued until both women were too tired to continue. Pharah had polished off her shake. She lay in quiet ecstasy, panting and huffing on the many pillows of the bed. Kiriko slumped down at the edge of the bed, trying to collect her own energy. She teased one of Pharah’s feet, which hung from the bed. She planned on what meal to talk Pharah into.
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“Come on. . .Kiriko. . .I should. . .do something. . .for you!” Pharah said as she tried to haul her rotund body up from the bed. It had been her favorite resting place over the weeks. She had spent hours in bed, being tended and loved on by Kiriko. The fun had gone on long enough to make her start to feel guilty. If nothing else, she should at least return the numerous sexual favors that Kiriko had been bestowing upon her.
“Don’t. . .think. . .so!” Kiriko was chipper despite how exhausted she was. It was hard hauling 700 pounds of bountiful blubber around, feeding pharah, and making sure that they were both held in states of arousal. “You just. . .” She put a hand between the tan woman’s monstrous breasts and pushed her back onto the pillows. Pharah flopped backwards, unable to sustain any sort of seated position for long. Her breasts touched the soft, silken sheets of the bed. They were was big as pillows, gigantic and adorably unwieldy. Her belly bloomed out between them, proudly formed into a mountain of fat and babies. Kiriko wobbled backwards, struggling as much as the other woman to stay standing. Her immense buttcheeks were ever trying to pull her towards the floor. “. . .whew. . .enjoy the. . .fun!” The japanese woman threw her hammy arms up, biceps knocking against her breasts.
“You’ve done so much. . .though.” Pharah was starting to collect her breath. She peered over a towering belly mound. She was fully halfway through her pregnancy, bigger than any other woman besides Kiriko. “I could. . .uuuugggh. . .do a. . .little something!” Pharah threw an arm up, though failed to make it do anything substantial. Soon it splashed back down onto her belly, where she could feel the kicks of her many children.
“Psscch!” Kiriko turned from her work, choosing a sex toy for afternoon fun, and waved it at Pharah. “You do. . .plenty. . .with all that. . .moaning.” She winked, tapping the vibrator against her plump lips. Kiriko had chosen to wear a very ludicrous nurse outfit, something lacey and pink and not at all what a real nurse would wear. Beyond being sexy, it was symbolic of Kiriko assisting Pharah, albeit with her sexuality rather than health.
“Moaning!” Pharah started, though she was too tired to lift herself off the bed.
“Moaning.” Kiriko nodded sagely as she waddled around Pharah’s bed. Her butt cheeks, as perfectly formed as marble spheres, clapped together with each step. “You might be. . .must a bit. . .loud.” The Japanese woman wiggled the vibrator with one hand whilst keeping the other on her belly. “But it’s. . .cute!” She huffed, arriving between Pharah’s legs.
Pharah could hardly believe what she was hearing. If anything, she felt she had been too quiet. Always stalwart and reserved, it seemed hard to believe that she was a loud lover. Yet, Kiriko was too genuine to lie. She might put a positive spin on the world, but she would report it as is. “All this time. . .you mean. . .” The obese woman’s face reddened.
“Oooooh they. . .hear you. . .for miles.” Kiriko gave Pharah’s belly a kiss, turning ont he vibrator in the same motion. The buzz of the pleasure toy sucked the breath out of the two women. MOSA encouraged sexual experimentation, knowing well how it soothed a lot of pregnancy nerves. Kiriko and Pharah had especially been enjoying that part of the program.
“AaaAAAAAAHHH!” Pharah moaned loudly, her voice heard over the hum of the vibrator. Kiriko had teased the lowest bulge of Pharah’s gut, leaving Pharah’s pussy alone. . .for the moment. “Ooooh. . .gooooOOOOD!” Pharah could not help but scream again as Kiriko brought the wand back across the round expanse of fat. The former pilot might have been embarrassed that she had caved so quickly, had she not already been starting to moan again. Her fingers clutched the sheets as she felt the vibrator begin to pentrate her. It pumped in and out, tickling the sensitive fat which had built around her pussy. She felt more connected than ever to the treasure between her thighs. A jiggle of her FUPA resonated throughout her vast and bloated body. The pulsing of the wand was felt even up to her breasts. Pharah rolled like a pregnant hippo, her fastest movements still slow and ponderous. The bed screamed under her as fat rolled. Her hands traveled from the sheets to her breasts, squeezing them until milk began to pump out.
Kiriko worked the wand, leaving no place between Pharah’s thighs unexplored. One chubby arm was propped on the bed, helping to support her own weight. Sex, especially her kind of involved sex, was meant for skinny women. Kiriko huffed and panted, tiring as she worked. “You. . .still. . .having. . .fun?” She asked, her face red with lust and exhaustion. She adjusted her position again, feeling her wobbly asscheeks slosh back and forth. The fun of having a cart filling ass was directly proportionate to the difficulty of keeping it airborne. Kiriko swung her rear like a load of I-beams on a crane palette. Yet, with each swing and shift of her voluminous rear, she slumped a little. “Lemme know. . .if you. . .looooove. . .me!” Kiriko implored Pharah just as her knees wer beginning to give out.
“YEEEEEES!” With a voice that echoed down the hall, Pharah belted out her thanks. Perhaps leaning into what Kiriko had told her before the lovemaking had begun, her screams and moans grew ever louder. She could not hardly move during intercourse, but she could yell. “Oooooh. . .it feels. . .soooo. . .good!” Pharah moaned. The only thing that had felt better was the initial insemination machine that MOSA had used. The pumping of the piston had been calculated but raw in a way. There had not been a human hand guiding it, rather the unfeeling machine’s programs. It had been up to Pharah to enjoy the act, loving the thrum and push of its large member through her thighs. Through these thoughts and the loving attention paid by Kiriko, Pharah was finally brought to climax. For one single, solitary second it felt like her body was floating. . .before she crashed back down into her fortress of pillows.
“Whew. . .that was. . .that was good.” Kiriko was slow to speak. She slumped onto the bed. Her head used one of Pharah’s thighs as a pillow whilst the rest of her halfway dangled off the bed. She planted kisses betweens pants, slowly regaining her strength. The vibrator wand slipped from her hand, still on. It rattled around on the floor. Both women laughed to the extent that they were able.
“Fuck. . .I might be. . .getting too fat. . .for this.” Kiriko huffed.
“The indomitable spirit meets her match.” Pharah patted and fluffed her belly with pride. It was fun to know that she was contributing to Kiriko’s exhaustion. The idea of being too fat to fuck was appealing ot Pharah in a way she could not readily explain. At the very least, it had to do with her slip from being a highly useful person into. . .whatever she was now. “Sorry if I’m too big for you.” Pharah was hardly sorry, rather the opposite.
“Yeah. . .you wish. . .it was. . .you.” Kiriko reached her plump arm back and squeezed her butt. Her thumb and pointer finger sunk deep into the juicy, jiggling expanse. She shook her ass hard, making sure that the ripples traveled from her body into Pharah’s. At the same time, she licked Pharah’s belly, moving through the covering of fat to reach the tautness below. “I just can’t haul all of this around.” Kiriko's eyes sparkled as she talked about the heft and pull of her butt. She nuzzled into Pharah, feeling the radiating warmth. “It’s a shame though. . .because I do really like playing with you.”
“You know. . .” Pharah mused. She put her hefty arms behind her head, finding them even more comfortable than the pillows supporting her back. “. . .there might be other avenues for us to explore.” Pharah took a deep breath, her stomach expanding and making her breasts roll further out upon the bed. “Just because we are too fat to fuck, doesn’t mean we can’t get a little assistance.”
--- Chapter 8 ---
“I think I’m too big. . .” Pharah sat on the bench, utterly naked. Her body drooped and spread, free of any clothes to contain it. 800 pounds of pregnant, Egyptian blubber filled the bench. More than filling the bench, Pharah had swollen to such a state that a pillowed stool had been provided to support her vast belly. Rather than letting it’s brown expanse jiggle in mid air, Pharah’s gut was pampered by the stool. Though large enough to sit an adult comfortably, Pharah’s belly was already beginning to outgrow it. Likewise, Kiriko’s similarly styled belly-stool was also looking small.
“Plenty of pool for the two of us.” Kiriko elbowed what she could reach of Pharah. Though she could hardly move, swaddled in fat as she was, Kiriko did not have to go far to find Phara’s fat. Though their benches were sensibly spaced, blubber easily filled the void between them. Kiriko’s seat possibly suffered even more than Pharah’s. The green haired woman’s ass had reached monstrous proportions. Kiriko lugged a fleshy couch with her wherever she went, with a yoga ball stretching out before her. The ludicrous size of her rear was only matched by the torpedoes that Pharah called her breasts.
“I’m talking about getting in the pool.” Pharah blew a strand of hair out of her face. The waddle to the pool had been a mess, even with several nurses to help the pair. They had lumbered slowly, making liberal use of the nurses for support. At the start of their journey, both had been clothed in thin hospital gowns for modesty. Those gowns had not survived the journey, being thrown off by the expectant mothers as their fat rubbed and strained against the tight fabric. The rest of their slow and ponderous waddle to the pool had been done naked, the time and necessity for clothes long passed. They would bathe and swim as hippos and elephants would, letting their bulbous bodies soak without being encumbered by clothing.
“Oooooh. . .uhm. . .yeah. . .” Kiriko stretched one tree trunk sized leg out. She could feel the weakness within. Her belly rolled on the padded stool, acting as another reminder of the sheer mass she was carrying around. “We’ve gotten pretty fat, haven’t we?” She rubbed her naked belly and breasts, feeling the softness which had come to define her body. Kiriko could hardly remember what it had been like to run or even walk unassisted. It was funny how seven months of pregnancy and extreme weight gain had pushed the decades of normal movement from her mind. It had always seemed that there would be an avenue to reclaim her body, should she dislike what it turned into. Now, the Japanese woman wasn’t so sure. Moreover, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to go back. “I can only imagine what the others would say about us.”
Pharah took a deep sigh, pushing her chest and belly out. When she exhaled, she seemed only flabbier rather than smaller. “Yeah. . .it’s been quite a change.” Her chubby hands slapped her stomach. Ripples moved up and down her body. Pharah was pudding shaped into a woman, her entire being radiating heft and thickness. Her neck had long disappeared under delicious rolls. “I. . .ah. . .I kind of like it though.” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft as she massaged her huge belly. “I kind of want to get even bigger.” A smile made her cheeks all the puffier.
“I think we know someone that could help with that. . .” Kiriko tried to struggle up from her seat, but was forced down by her gigantic ass. She sloshed and wobbled, the jiggles in her rear never seeming to subside. She threw her arms, trying to persevere. Through all her struggles, Kiriko was not even able to break contact with the bench or the stool on which her belly rested. Rather, she seemed more to bounce on her butt. In her better attempts to stand, her butt was able to coalesce back into ressonably round shapes. Yet, she always fell back down, causing them to squish back out into marshmallow shapes. Finally, Kiriko was forced to rest. She flapped her chubby arms, making her thick biceps wobble back and forth. “. . .and also. . .help us. . .up.” She finished, trying to work up the strength to call for Mercy.
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Mercy smiled as she watched the two girls bob about in the pool. It was obviously the lightest that the pair had felt. They were free to walk as normal, or at least as normally as their expanded bodies would allow. Even with the pull of gravity reduced, they still had to contend with thighs that knocked into each other and stomachs that were becoming small ships. Yet, there was something deeper which Mercy noted. There was a carefree nature to their movements, the two happily circling each other before hugging and kissing. Mercy almost had to stop what she was doing as she watched Pharah and Kiriko embrace, their lips locking. Though she had seen plenty of romance within the walls of MOSA, there was a deeper spark between the pair. They were almost unable to keep their hands off of each other. Certainly, as the pregnant doctor watched her friends, they were unable to keep from being lewd.
“These things could sink the Titanic.” Kiriko cupped one of Pharah’s breasts, squishing and toying with it. Her fingers sank deeply into the soft fat. Pharah sucked in air, feeling her pussy seize with excitement. She gave as good as she got, hunkering down and reaching for Kiriko’s butt. The water between the pair thrashed as their elephantine bulks played. Kiriko tried to swim away, wanting to play just a bit coy whilst she had her mobility. Her thick calves knocked into her couch-like butt as she pulled her body through the water. The only reason the game did not come to an immediate end was because of Pharah’s own near-immobility.
“Fuuck. . .come back. . .I wanted to. . .squeeze those. . .peaches.” Pharah’s hands fought clumsily through the water, trying to search out their target. Neither of the women were able to swim. At best they were pulling themselves through the water, but even that seemed ill fitted to the motions they were making. It was a thrashing of blubbery limbs, with water and fat splashing outwards.
Mercy watched it all from the deck surrounding the pool, dressed in a blue one piece with lab coat stretched around her middle. Though she had managed to keep the weight off, unlike her contemporaries, Mercy’s stomach protruded heavily with all of the babies inside. She moved slowly as she finished her preparations, turning her back on the frolicking women. Given their new buoyancy, Pharah and Kiriko could float themselves out of any danger. Thus, Mercy was free to continue mixing the formula she had been working on. Like a witch at a cauldron, the pregnant physician mixed together various compounds in a mobile chemistry set. Heavy doses of cream meshed with powdered vitamins. Mercy cast a look over her shoulder as she added some other elements to the admixture. Nearly phosphorescent liquid was dumped into the bubbling muck. Mercy flipped a switch, turning on a magnetic stirring apparatus at the bottom of the flask. Cream, sugar, vitamins, and the mysterious liquid combined in a graceful whirlpool. When it was done, Mercy poured two large cups.
“Alright, ladies.” Mercy turned from her work, bringing the cups along. “I believe that it is time for a break.” She was pleased to see that her patients were already listening to her. Pharah and Kiriko had come over to the side, needing to rest their bulbous bodies. Though in the water for 20 minutes, the simple activity had already drained them. Mercy waddled over, moving slower with the drinks in her hand. It took a supreme amount of concentration and effort, but she was able to kneel down. A drink was given to either woman. “This should get some energy back in those limbs.”
“Thanks. . .Mercy. . .” Pharah huffed, hardly able to lift her head off of the tile.
“Smells. . .wonderful!” Kiriko rose a little, but only so that she could make sipping the drink easier. Her tastebuds delighted as the cream rolled over it. She gulped and sucked the mixture down, taking it into her body with glee. “Wow. . .Mercy. . .thisscch iscch. . .great!” Kiriko exclaimed between long glugs. Her breasts bounced up and down in the water, moving in time with her drinking. “What is. . .sscchlllluuuuurrup. . .this stuff?”
“Oh. . .just a little something for mothers-to-be!” Mercy reached a hand forward and rubbed Pharah’s head. The former pilot looked like a barfly that had put away too many beers. She was half-collapsed on the wall of the pool, face shoved into her cup as far as it would go. Her breasts were used as pillows for her arms. Pharah drank slowly, slurping down the cream. Mercy traced small and slow circles around the fatter woman’s head, thinking of what was to come. It would not take much of the formula to have a drastic impact on their already humongous bodies. If anything, Mercy giving them the formula might have been overkill. However, something told her that they wouldn’t mind. “If you both end up liking it, I can give the recipe to your nurses!”
Pharah and Kiriko nodded, both too entranced in their shake to care.
--- Chapter 9 ---
“Oooooh. . .maaaan. . .bbluuuuurruup. . . this is just too good!” Pharah moaned as she ate more. Creamy formula flowed from the jug and into Pharah’s mouth. For an instant her craving was satisfied, but it returned with a vengeance even before she had finished drinking. Pharah sucked as much as she could, stopping only when the straw ran dry. “That. . .can’t be. . .right.” Pharah looked behind her, trying to see the feeding tanks. She saw little besides hillocks of brown blubber. Now mostly immobilized, she had been strapped into a walker, with various platforms to help hoist her fat. Her butt and breasts rested on wide trays of a flexible yet durable material, whilst her gut was held up by a sling. Strapped in as she was, Pharah was more like a small car than a person. Her feet plodded along through the halls of MOSA, with her sipping at the nonexistent formula.
“Or maybe. . .mmmmhhm. . .someone. . .just likes it. . .sscchlluurrup. . .too much!” Kiriko sucked on her own straw. As always, she was a mirror to Pharah. Her body had been helped into a nearly identical walker, albeit with a bigger tray for her butt. She waddled down the hall, letting the walker hold her up. With her vast amounts of fat and blubber held by something else, Kiriko was free to stare at Pharah’s naked backside, provided she could see past her own blubber. Though Kiriko’s breasts slumped onto a tray, they had plenty of mass to rise up and block her view of Pharah. She caught glimpses of the massive woman through the shifting blubber she had spent months cultivating. Kiriko treated it like a game, moving her chubby face in order to get a better vantage point. She paused only to take long sucks and drags from the system installed on her mobility walker. From behind the pair, MOSA nurse’s watched the two wobble their way towards Mercy’s office, excited to see how high the numbers of the day’s weigh in would be.
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“How did we miss it?” Pharah asked, a little dejected as she stared at the numbers on the screen. Though well over a thousand pounds, Pharah had come only within spitting distance of the final 4 pounds needed to push her to 1200.
“Hey! At least we made it here.” Kiriko was still amazed that she had even been able to waddle to the weigh in. They had been extricated from the mobility platforms and pushed onto the scales. No longer able to bear their immense weights for more than a couple seconds without aid, the scales had been constructed with benches. They were titanium and doubly reinforced. Cushions had not been needed thanks to the doughy derrieres of the occupants. Pharah and Kiriko had thrown their pregnant, engorged bodies on these seats and watched the number rise to dizzying heights. Yet, they were below what had been hoped for.
“You’re right. . .it’s just. . .I was so excited.” Pharah sighed. She sank into her fat, the numbers on the scale briefly changing but coming back to the same amount. “We were so close. . .” Pharah looked up, sending slow undulations through the rest of her flab.
“Who says you didn’t make it?” Mercy waddled forward, approaching the two with her arms behind her back.
“Well, the scale says-mmmgghph!” Pharah was cut off as a jug was held up to her mouth. Summoning what strength she had, Pharah raised her hefty arms and took the jug from Mercy. For the briefest moment, Mercy’s baby bump sank into Pharah’s fat. Once they might have been able to go bump to bump, but Pharah was far too fat for the that now. Literal feet worth of fat separated the two’s bumps from ever coming into direct contact. Mercy used Pharah’s fat to push herself back up. In quick order she had picked up another bottle of fluid and handed it to Kiriko. The Japanese woman accepted it, her entire body sloshing in time with her glugs. Both women were soon downing the gallon jugs of feeder fluid. Mercy helped them by tipping back the jugs so the liquid would flow faster. One jug a piece was not going to get them up to their preferred weight.
“I’ll make sure you two are plenty fat enough.” Mercy cooed as she stroked her soft, cushiony fat with her free hand. “Just give it a little time and I’m sure that scale will read the right number.”
