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Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Tail Delight
🕑 Added 2022-07-25 22:06:14 +0000 UTC--- Chess Matches and Dragon Fruit ---
“Kobayashiiii!” Tohru said, spinning from the kitchen to the dinner table with a platter held high above her head. “I whipped up something amazing for you tonight!” The dragoness beamed, setting the covered platter down in front of her mistress. Droplets of water condensed and ran along the side of the curved metal cover. Kobayashi was tempted to be excited. It was quite a treat to receive meals every night made by her magical helper. However, it took one look at Tohru for Kobayashi to remember that these meals usually came at a price. Tohru was even more excited than usual, rocking back and forth on her heels. Her breasts, full and bountiful as ever, bobbed and wobbled with latent energy. The dragoness smiled, with a particular gleam in her eye. Kobayashi couldn’t quite decipher what the gleam in her maid’s eye suggested. She was wary all the same.
“Tohru, is this your tail?” Kobayashi asked, eyes and voice flat. She tapped the platter with a knuckle. Tohru’s eyes sank a little and her face became downcast. Kobayashi, pleased that she had caught Tohru so quickly, leaned back in her chair. “You have to do better than that if you want to trick me.” The programmer smiled, arms behind her head. Tohru took a deep breath, like she was about to let out a gout of fire. Instead Tohru whirled around, grabbing the platter and switching it out with another quickly. The new platter clacked on the table, the covering rolling around with the force of Tohru’s movement. Kobayashi raised an eyebrow, setting her chair down and returning to scrutinize the new platter that Tohru had given her. It was of similar shape and size to the tail bearing one from earlier. “Tohru, I’ll still know if this is your tail.” Kobayashi said, unsure if she would be able to tell if Tohru had prepared her tail in some other way.
“Oh, Kobayshi! I would never try to trick you.” Tohru said, smiling.
“Yes you would.” Kobayashi responded quickly.
“I. . .well. . trust me, Kobayashi! I would never steer my lady wrong.” Tohru said, lifting the covering off of the platter. Inside were three fruits. They were round and plump, with a strange mixture of blue and red swirls. The strange fruits were almost reminiscent of something one would see on a children’s show or a Dr.Suess book. “These are special fruits, straight from my home!” Tohru beamed. Kobayashi sighed. It looked like her options for the evening were limited. Strange fruit or tail? The decision was simpler than what one might imagine. Kobayashi, taking another long and piercing look at Tohru, reached for one of the fruits. It was warm to the touch, obviously slightly roasted by the draconic maid. With trepidation, taking many looks at Tohru, Kobayashi brought the fruit to her lips. Tohru never batted an eye. Kobayashi bit in, afraid of what might follow. Poison, paralysis, death? Anything was possible when it came to things that Tohru prepared. She bit into the fruit and chewed thoughtfully.
“Wow. . .this is. . .wow.” Kobayashi said, finishing the fruit quickly. She looked at Tohru, eyes full of surprise and wonderment. “Nice job, Tohru!” She gave a thumbs up before moving onto the next fruit quickly. She ate it, juice running down the sides of her mouth, even quicker than the first. It was so enticing, the flavor unexplainable. Despite being the size of a softball, the fruit didn’t fill her up at all. She finished the second in record time and scarfed the third one down even faster. Throughout the meal, Tohru’s smile grew wider and more devious. These were not simple fruits. Indeed, these were known to enhance a dragon’s appetite by two or three fold. Tohru’s gambit, obvious as it might be now, was to make Kobayashi so hungry through the fruit that she would eat anything. . .even her maid’s tail. “Hey, Tohru, do we have anything else?” Kobayashi asked, her eyes widening as the effects of the fruit settled in. One fruit was enough to set an adult dragon off on a gluttonous rampage, Kobayashi had been given three. “I could. . really. . .use some. . . food.” Kobayashi sounded distant as she stood up and started to walk towards the pantry. Tohru giggled and skipped after her.
Kobayashi quickly descended into a gluttonous spiral. First she dug into the boxes of cereal in the pantry. Not bothering with a bowl, she poured the sugar puffs directly into her mouth. Sugary bits rained down and stuck to her soft, green hoodie. From there she grabbed a box of Kanna’s fruit snacks. Supposedly healthy, the gummies were goated in fake sugar. It mattered little to Kobayashi, who ate pack after pack of them. Her stomach bloated out further and further as she ate. The software programmer steadily reduced the pantry to a mess of empty boxes and wrappers. Her stomach bulged out, lifting her hoodie up and popping her button off. She wobbled towards the fridge, her stomach impressively distended. She was so overcome with hunger that she didn’t even question where the gluttonous instinct was coming from or how it started. She was hungry, desperately so, and she was going to sate that hunger. The fridge fared about as well as the pantry. Kobayashi was relentless in her hunger, powering through everything that stood in her way. Hunger gripped her so hard that she could barely distinguish between tastes of her different meals. Finally, Kobayashi was reduced to sitting on the floor, rubbing her inflated belly. “Ooohhh, Tohru, why am I so hungry? Do we have anything left?” Kobayashi grumbled.
“In fact, Kobayashi, we do!” Tohru walked forward, holding the platter of tail in front of her. The gleam from earlier had returned to her eyes. This was it. She was finally going to get her mistress to taste her succulent, juicy, only slightly toxic tail. Tohru found the elation that many chess players find when they finally outwit a particularly cagey opponent. Kobayashi was in checkmate. . .and she would have to taste Tohru’s tail. The platter rested heavily on the red haired woman’s gut, eliciting a slow “oof”. Sighing, Kobayashi slowly raised an arm, reaching for the tail. She didn’t want to, but she also really wanted to. Her stomach roared as she pinched a bit of tail meat and brought it towards her mouth. It was spongy and almost greasy. Something about it didn’t sit right with her. She had once tried fried gator bites, hopefully it would be like that. She tipped the piece back, plopping the small crumb of tail meat into her mouth. “Well, how do you like it, Kobayashi?” Tohru asked.
“Tastes. . . good!” Kobayashi said, reaching for the next piece. Tohru gave a thumbs up. She had finally gotten Kobayashi to try her tail and she liked it! Kobayashi couldn’t say no to any more tail dinners. All Tohru had to do now was wait for the fruit’s effects to wear off and she would be on easy street.
--- Don’t Feed Your Human Dragon Fruit. . .Or Do? ---
“Mmpghg. . .Toh. . Ru. . .UUULLPPP. . .wheresch that. . .mmph. . .plate?” Kobayashi called, trying to finish the chicken leg she was working on while looking for her maid. She swiveled her heavy, jowly face from side to side, trying to see past her monumental body. She felt her chins slap against her upper chest, fat on fat contact. Kobayashi was so packed and pumped full of succulent fat that it was hard to tell where one part of her began and ended. Rolls, creases, dimples, hillocks and valleys ran into and over one another. She raised a heavy hand, bringing the chicken leg to her mouth again. Kobayashi’s blobby body shook and jiggled as she feasted. She was heaped in the center of the living room, taking up most of the space. The couch and dinner table had been removed to better accommodate her bulk, allowing her pale fat to spill in every direction. Her stomach had gotten big enough to touch the glass door that led to the balcony. The immense woman was utterly naked, unable to find any clothes that could remotely cover her piles of pudge. Below her chins, two enormous and teardrop shaped breasts fled to either side of a double rolled gut. Further below, Kobayashi’s ass spread out with enough width to cover many, many park benches. It was impressive what the fruit had done to her, changing her body just as much as her appetite. “Toh. . .ruuuu. . .letsch. . .UUURRRPP. . .hurry!” Kobayashi called, tossing aside the picked clean bone. She leaned back into her fat, using her sausage fingers to pat what she could reach of her fat.
“Yeeesss, Kobayashi!” Tohru called, skipping into the room. Her steps made her mistress's fat jiggle. The perky dragon hopped up on one of Kobayashi’s more than person-sized buttcheeks. She first planted a kiss on one of Kobayashi’s cheeks. Her hefty housemate was much too fat to fight her off now. Besides, she seemed to have come to enjoy the attention. Just as Tohru had worn down Kobayashi on the question of dragon tail as a food source, she had worn her down on displays of affection. Of course, Kobayashi was too hungry to return interest. She was completely focused on the serving platter that was being set in front of her. It was her favorite meal, dragon tail. A rare moment of thankfulness saw Kobayashi turn, pat what she could reach of Tohru, and then start her feasting. As Kobayashi turned, her hair followed just behind her head. It had grown long, streaming over her fat-broadened shoulders and roly-poly back. There was an untidiness to Kobayashi that had not been there before. Not slobby, just disorganized. Without the ability to walk or take care of herself, much of Kobayashi’s appearance had gone by the wayside. Yet, there was something natural about it. A goddess of fat allowed to distance herself from the concerns of modern beauty standards. Her hair fell in soft ribbons about her huge breasts, the closest thing to covering she was likely to get. Using both hands, Kobayashi stretched out towards the glistening pile of meat.
Her arm fat, more like curtains than biceps and forearms at this point, slapped and drug over her chest and upper stomach. She squeezed the meat as she latched onto it. She pulled it back to her mouth. It was these moments, just before feasting, that Kobayashi looked the happiest. However, just as her chubby cheeks were about to make contact with the meat, she pulled back. It was not easy for a woman as gluttonous and massive as Kobayashi to stop short of indulging herself. “Tohru, there’s not any. . .huuff. . .fruit is this. . .is there?” she asked, her usual sardonic tone returning for the question. Kobayashi might have become a blob and a rampant eating machine, but that did not mean her wits had totally forsaken her. While her opinions on Tohru’s succulent tail might have changed, she had remained resolute on not eating any more dragon fruit; familiar or otherwise. She held Tohru’s gaze long enough to confirm that no tampering had taken place with the meat. She was free to indulge herself once more. The behemoth woman seemed to lurch forward, throwing her body into the act of devouring. It felt amazing to satiate her now legendary and rampant hunger. The effects of the fruit had stayed with her, seemingly permanent. Nearly constant hunger and the desire to grow was a natural part of Kobayashi; in the same way that having two hands had been.
“Oh, Kobayashi! You’re so cute when you eat.” Tohru hugged herself into Kobayshi, snuggling into the place where arm-fat met boob-fat. It was the softest, most tender place on her mistress’s body. Tohru rubbed her face on her lover’s folds, wanting to soak in every bit of her massiveness. After her punishment, a week-long stint under Kobyashi’s growing ass Tohru had developed just a bit of an obsession. Yet, it was an obsession that served both women. Kobayashi got to feed, fatten, and grow. All while Torhu had the satisfaction of feeding and fondling her. Kobayashi leaned back and belched, flecks of meat and grease flying from her mouth. She then took a moment to wrap Tohru in a deep hug, happy that she had a wonderful maid to feed and fatten her.
