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Kobayashi’s Sloppy, Aggressive Weekend Binge
🕑 Added 2024-07-11 17:28:11 +0000 UTCTags: Corruption, personality change, Light slob (messy appearance, mentions of sweat), drunkenness, light sex, minor dragon TF
Sequel story: https://www.patreon.com/posts/kobayashi-127067503
--- Friday ---
“Tohru. . .are you sure you want this?” Kobayashi asked, looking at the drink in her hand. It was enchanted beer. The bottle was cool to the touch, condensation forming as the heat from her small hand touched the dark glass. “There might not be any coming back from this.” Kobayashi was quiet, slowly swirling the drink in her hand. Though her tone was somber and her words carefully considered, there was an excitement brewing within her. This would be a weekend that would define both her and Tohru’s lives, provided her draconic maid agreed. The red head looked across the table at her maid and girlfriend, waiting for a response.
“Yes, Kobayashi!” Tohru tried to leap across the table, dying to see Kobayashi take her first sips of the enchanted beer. It was brimming with taste and magic, the kind of magic that easily spiraled out of control. Tohru had cast the spells, knowing just how potent they were. A taste was enough to introduce wild new elements to Kobayashi’s personality. Tohru was going to make sure that Kobayashi had far more than just a taste. She was going to be baptized by the enchanted beer, birthed into a new life. . .if only for the weekend. Tohru squirmed on the table, her breasts bouncing on the wood. “Ooooh, don’t make me wait! I’m so excited, let me help you!” Tohru’s hand clicked against the glass. More than ready, she wanted to be as responsible for Kobayashi’s change as the programmer herself was.
“Fine, fine.” Kobayashi gave a rare smile, winking. “I just wanted to check.” She started to raise the bottle, teasing it close to her lips. She took the first sip. Quickly after, Kobayashi lowered the bottle and shook her head. She blinked, adjusting to the taste and sensation of the beer. Kobayashi shook her head, feeling her stomach growing tight and fizzy. Her hoodie became tight around the middle as her stomach bloated outward. Kobayashi wobbled in the chair, the world spinning. The only thing that she held onto tightly was her beer. She would not let the precious liquid go. Whatever it was doing to her mind and body, she needed more of it. Finally, her hair slightly askew, Kobayashi looked at Tohru and tried to speak. “BBBLOOOORRRUUP. . .oh. . .jeeze.” She took another swig, eyes dulling as the effects accumulated. “That’s. . .BBOOORRRUUP. . .damn strong.”
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“Heeeey, Tohru!” Kobayashi yelled from the couch. “Hurry it up with the. . .HOOORRRUPPP. . .snackssscch.” She slurred her words, tipping back another bottle of beer. Two empty glasses, sisters to the one currently in her hand, clinked together as she shifted. The night had gone on smoothly, with the office worker pounding back beer after beer. Her face had reddened, her words became slurred, and she became more boisterous in her opinions. That much was normal for When Kobayashi decided to drink. Yet there were other side effects too. Her body was bloated. Beyond bloated, it was getting fat. Pounds rapidly poured onto her slight frame as she drank. Though the calorie count was unnaturally high in the drinks, there was something deeper transpiring. “Coooome oooon. . .BBBLLAARRRP. . .you’re sloooow!” Kobayashi complained, stomach jutting out from under her hoodie. The dollop of fat had been steadily growing larger, sometimes even without the direct influence of the beer. When next Kobayashi took a drink, it grew again. Frustrated at the lack of food to shove in her mouth, the drunken office worker tried to shout and stand again. She ended up falling into her mess again, spilling beer over herself.
“Coming right away!” Tohru shot into the room moments later, drawn as much by the spilled beer as she was by the bellicose demands of her mistress. In one hand she had a tray of bacon wrapped jalapeno poppers and two more bottles of beer in the other. “Eeemergency snack delivery for Kobayashi!” Tohru gushed, looking down at the mess her spell had made of Kobayashi. Clearly chubby and approaching undeniable “fat” territory, the redhead had to generate momentum in order to move her body. Fat had quickly outstripped her muscles, making it hard for her to move quickly. Raging intoxication only complicated matters further. Tohru squeaked as Kobayashi finally managed to heave herself off the couch. She bumped her belly into Tohru, downing the last of her drink. Kobayashi let the bottle fall from her hands. It clattered away under the couch.
“Waddya doing. . .BBBLLAARRRUUP. . .going sccchoo. . .schlooww?” Kobayashi was accusatory, thrusting her heavy gut out again. Tohru was pushed back through an explosion of jiggling. She worked to keep the meaty, cheesy wraps balanced upon the plate in her hand. Kobayashi’s wrath would only be worse if the food was spilled. Tohru could sense that Kobayashi was winding up for another belly bump. She was excited to feel the punch colliding with her long dress. “BBBBOOOORRUUP. . .I’m. . .uuurrrp. . .sitting here. . .hungry. . .and you’re. . .what?” Kobayashi got lost in her own drunkenness, trying to make a point. As she fumbled for more to say, more weight sprouted onto her body. Her pants were forcibly unbuttoned. The relief in pressure would only be temporary, as her butt had started to grow as well. She would soon be bursting out of the jeans at all angles, the stitches not able to keep up with her doughy, drunken mass. Tohru’s heart skipped a beat.
“Maaaybe a little drinkie-poo can help make up?” Tohru offered, snapping off the cap on one with blinding speed. The cap hadn’t even touched the floor by the time the bottle had slid along Kobayashi’s lip. The plump woman made love to the bottle, licking and kissing it as it drained into her gullet. She blew up faster than before, magic reigniting the changes within her. Kobayashi felt heavier, weighed down by both fat and the clumsiness of beer. She also felt a warmth growing in her bosom. A power that she had not possessed before. She could get everything she ever wanted, freed from any consequence of her actions, as long as she gave herself to the spirits within the bottle. Beer started to drip from the sides of her mouth, staining her hoodie. A monster was being born in the foam of the enchanted drink.
--- Saturday ---
The apartment shook as Kobayashi slowly ambled out from the bedroom. Her steps were slow and clumsy, as she tried to compensate for the weight that had been added to her body whilst she slept off her drunkenness. “Ooooh. . .fuuuu-UUURRRRUUP!” She belched. The world spinned about her eyes and she fell to one side. Soggy, beer stained fat splattered onto the wall. The tangled mess of Kobayashi’s hair fell in front of her eyes. Her head pounded, a dragon of a hangover infesting her brain and body. Within her beer tinted vision she saw thick, tubular arms. Their size might have suggested strength, had they not jiggled with every movement. Below was a sagging gut, a single drooping ball of blubber. Her hoodie had not withstood the night, ripped to shreds by her growth. Breasts, full, fat, and covered in food smears dangled down out of sight. Kobayashi was enormous, more than quintupling her weight overnight.
“Koobayaaashi’s awwwaaaake!” Tohru’s chipper voice cracked into the hungover woman’s skull. Before the bloated office worker could look up, the dragon was standing before her. Tohru seemed even more elated than normal, rocking back and forth on her heels. Kobayashi mumbled, still more than a little drunk. Her head raised slowly. Her eyes lingered on Tohru’s hips and then her breasts. Kobayashi licked her lips, tasting salt and magical beer. One of her hands rose to fondle one of those plump breasts. Her head ached, the only cure seeming to be giving into her animalistic urges. Tohru was her maid, afterall, she was around for any job. When Kobayashi’s plump fingers met with a chilled bottle, she growled a little. Tohru hummed, innocently. “Time for you to take your medicine, Kooobayashi!” The drunk woman looked at the glass, afraid that it was water. Thankfully, Tohru had been smart enough to avoid that. “This will put some fat on your bones for sure!” Tohru was giddy with what the enhanced brew would do.
“You. . BBBLLLLLAAARRRP. . .sayin I’m. . .fat?” Kobayashi’s eyes narrowed in a decidedly piglike fashion. Strength suddenly returning to her flabby arms, she pushed off the wall. Kobayashi listed back and forth, 600 pounds moving like a cork on an ocean. She took a threatening step forward, hand gripping the bottle. Tohru felt a thrill running through her body. Fat, sloppy, and angry. Kobayashi was beautiful in how well she had been unmade. Control a foreign concept, obeying only primal and dark instincts. Her hand fingered her belly button and then tried to adjust panties stretched into thongs. “Waasscch. . .you’re fuggin’ problem. . .Tohru?” Kobayashi pushed a fat finger into the chest of her girlfriend. “Sayin. . .sayin I’m big?”
“I’m saying you could be bigger.” Tohru braved the unpredictable storm bubbling within Kobayashi’s gut. Her hands helped to tip the bottle up to Kobayashi’s lips. The obese woman drank greedily. Fat again began to pour onto her body, followed by sweat and grease. Each beer unlocked the gate within Kobayashi more and more, letting the monster within slither out. Free of all standards and inhibitions, the formerly pent up office worker would be allowed to explore whatever desire came to her. Tohru was ready to make herself ready.
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“Uuugggh. . .jusscht. . .BBBLLUURRRUP. . .uuggh. . .bbbllaarrup. . .a minute. . .sccchllutty. . .dragon.” Kobayashi bore down upon Tohru. She had grown more as the day had gone on, the copious amounts of alcoholic swill in her gut adding poundage. A mist of sweat and beer accompanied the beer battered behemoth wherever she went. It enveloped Tohru moments before warm fat did. The two were in the kitchen. The dragon maid had been working on pretzel sticks, beer cheese, and mustard for her lover. Kobayashi now smelled like a brewery, it was only fitting that she was fed like she lived in one. For her part, the drunken slob had been waiting on the couch and hurling commands. Eventually, she had gotten tired of waiting and waddled her sweaty bulk into the kitchen. Now, her most recent desires for food and sex could be met. “Gonna. . .UUURRRUUUP. . .get. . .wassscch miiine.” She breathed the words out in a slow but unbroken wheeze. She lifted her gut, flopping it onto Tohru’s tail. The two fell forward, the smaller woman pretending that she couldn’t lift Kobayashi’s mass.
“Kooobaaayyassshi, I was working on your food!” Tohru continued the charade. She wanted to stir the demons within her lover. It was a play orchestrated by the dragon, down to the full bottle of beer sitting on the counter within arms reach. Food, beer, and Tohru’s curves were all within easy reach of the inebriated, belligerent woman. Tohru just had to make it all as appealing as possible. “Can’t you wait?” She said, putting false frustration into her voice.
“Buh-bissscch. . .never. . .tell me. . .wha. . .BBBLLAAARRRUUUP. . .to do.” Kobayashi’s belches were typhoons, guttural storms conjured from the depths of her beer pit. With her gut atop Tohru’s butt and her pillar legs straddling the thick green tail, the belligerent woman bucked her hips. Kobayashi moaned and Tohru squealed, both women thoroughly enjoying the fun. Kobayashi leaned down, putting all of her flab onto her dragon. Her face, now consisting of heavy cheeks and many chins, was centimeters away from Tohru’s. “Juussccht cause. . .URRRRUP. . . you’re hot and I’m. . .BBOOORRUUP. . .horny. . .doescchn’t mean you. . .can boss me around.”
Aggressive hands with perverted intentions squeezed and massaged Tohru’s breasts. She breathed out smoke hearts, carnal emotion burning in her heart. Kobayashi had never been this aggressive, this sexual. She kissed and licked Tohru’s face, her gut splashing over the dragon’s butt. Kobayashi was all power and no tact. Her tongue slid about Tohru’s face, clumsily searching for the dragon’s lips. Tohru helped, though only after several heated seconds of searching. To further stimulate Kobayashi, the dragon arched her back and brought her butt up. With ancient strength, she danced her slender butt against Kobayashi’s wall of belly blubber. The drunk woman was relentless. Between wheezes and belches she grabbed at the blue dress, ripping it so that she might feel the supple fruit underneath. Tohru gasped, finally ravaged like she had always wanted to be by Kobayashi. Hands dotted with melted cheese and pretzels squished Tohru’s breasts whilst a slab of gut fat pummeled her rear. Clothes continued to fall away from the dragon, leaving her naked under the flab of her boorish girlfriend. She paused only to tip another beer back to Kobayashi.
--- Sunday ---
“Mmmgghph. . .Tohru. . .thirsscchty. . .” Kobayashi murmured. She sat on her bed, wearing little besides a stretched, white tank top. In truth, the shirt was hardly white any more. It was dyed a motley of different colors, each corresponding to something that Kobayashi had spilled or smeared on herself. She was at the very edge of the bed frame, with her butt flooding back over the dirty sheets. Kobayashi loomed and lorded over the trashed room. She ate from a bucket of chicken under one arm. Tohru was underneath her, wiggling between the tree trunk legs. Kobayashi was enormous, nearly immobilized with her weight. Though the pounds from the beer were adding on slower, they still bloated her out by the hour and day. Far closer to 800 than 700, she was a corpulent pile of carnal desire and seething anger. “Tohru. . .BBBBLLLAARRRAAAP. . .mooooore. . .beer.” Kobayashi said before jamming another fist full of wings into her mouth. She shredded the tender meat easily, splashing sauce and scraps about her body.
“Of course. . .haah. . .Kobayashi.” A tired looking Tohru appeared from under Kobayashi’s belly fold. Her hair was messy and there were circles under her eyes. The tyrant of the house had kept the dragon busy, draining her of her seemingly limitless energy. She stood, taking only a brief moment to fix her hair. Kobayashi would not tolerate her to look out of place. She must be perfect, a maid ready to do anything that her mistress wished. Currently, she ached for more beer. The storm that was Kobayashi was both sustained and calmed by the same means. Tohru ran to the far end of the room, kicking through piles of food. Hunger had only built within the obese woman, making her crave food nearly around the clock. Beer bottles were scattered through the mess, each one a brick in the edifice of Kobayashi’s greed. However, she had moved on from the tiny glass implements. Instead, Kobayashi took her drink out of large instruments now. “You suuuure you’re not too drunk?” Tohru asked as she hauled the growler out from the mini fridge. She knew well what the answer would be.
“BBBBLOOOORRUUUUP!” The obese woman did not even deign to answer with words. Instead, she was content to let the guttural gasses from her middle loose. The room grew even more smoggy, with the perpetual oily mists around the slob turning even darker. The stench of beer was renewed in the room, coming from the pile of fat on the bed rather than the tanker which her feeder held. Tohru made her way back, each step making her mouth twist further into a smile. Another anointing ceremony was about to begin. The bucket of chicken in the hands of the redhead was summarily emptied and discarded. She leaned back, letting her inflated buttcheeks work to hold up part of her lumbar. The bed screeched, far beyond the limits of what it could hold. Tohru came up, holding the growler high. “Dump in. . .BBBLLLAARRRP. . .you. . .bissch.” She ordered before opening her mouth again. It was a black hole, wanting to be filled but unable to be. Golden liquid soon flowed into it.
“Ssccchhlluurrruup. . .mmmggghhp. . .” Kobayashi drank and bathed in the running beer. Much of it went into her mouth, whatever else doused her and the bed. She had not bathed during the length of her bender, save for the beer baths. Her body shone, glowing as her pores started to drink in the magical beverage. Tohru watched, eyes glowing as she saw the magic beginning to work. Kobayashi was going further than she had ever hoped. The behemoth, belligerent drunk shook her head under the stream of beer. It washed over her, spreading its magic inside and out. Kobayashi shivered, though not because of the cold. Rather, because of the pleasure working through her folds. Electricity pulsated from her dark, greed infested heart. The monster within her had fully awakened. Tohru watched as little horns sprouted from Kobayashi's head. They were dark, sharp, and twisted. Trees sprouting from a corrupted seed. A being of chaos was behind created.
“Give me. . .OOORRUP. . .that!” Kobayashi said suddenly, her priorities realigning. The hefty jug of beer was snatched. She tipped it up to her fat lips, chugging until she fell back onto the bed in a fit of dizziness. Tohru stood quietly before the next order came. “Hey! Bimbo!” Kobayashi’s deepend voice rolled through the room. “Make. . .BBBLLAAARRRAPP. . .yourself. . .uscheful.” She nudged her belly with a swollen knee. Tohru knew well what her job was. In the immediate sense, she was to squeeze back under the flaps of blubber. She would use mouth, tongue, and lips to make Kobayashi moan. That was the pressing concern. However, when considering the long view of her tasks, Tohru was to do anything that would keep her greedy monster growing. It was no longer just a task of feedings, other duties were required.
Tohru pushed through the hanging gardens of her mistress’ flab. Curtains of belly blubber ran over her back whilst sea walls of thigh fat slapped against her shoulders. The world between Kobayashi’s thighs was a turbulent storm of sexuality and movement. Tohru was on her hands and knees before the drunk, bossy woman in all senses of the phrase. She could only barely hear Kobayashi enjoying her jug of beer. Belches and disgusting slurping sounds were the accompanying music to Tohru’s love making. When the dragon reached Kobayashi’s gooey center, she immediately opened her mouth and got to work. Her tongue lapped at the gleaming pussy, artfully playing with it. This was one of the few places where Tohru was not expected to be all business. Here, trapped between the sweaty walls of Kobayashi’s legs, she did not have to be as careful. Kobayashi was too far gone to care, so long as the waves of sensation continued to roll over her.
“Ooooh. . .FUUUUCCCK. . .ooommgghp. . .FFFUUUUCK!” Kobayashi thrust her hips and arched her back as her size would allow. A jug of beer in hand and a watermelon breast in the other, she worked to heighten all her senses. Every part of her that could feel the delicious pulses of satisfied greed were stimulated. She chugged her drink, further bathing her ruined tank top in it. The bed was doused in sweat, beer, and food mess. As she moved, the horns sprouting from her head grew. They stabbed the pillows and sheets behind her, ripping them to shreds. Unthinking gluttony and carnal appetites would destroy everything in Kobayashi’s life, and she would welcome it. Her eyes closed as Tohru’s tongue moved faster. The inevitable was coming, a bursting of all the emotion within her. Her whole day had been foreplay for this moment. Bullying, shoving, and commands had all done their job in stroking Kobayashi’s endless libido. She had dulled and driven out any guilt with drunkenness, pulverizing any part of her that might still be reasonably human. Now, on the final day of the weekend binge, she was going to reap the rewards. “BBBBLOOOORRRUUP. . .ooooh. . .HAAARDER. . .BLLLLAAARRRUUP!” Kobayashi used the last of her strength to belch and order her lover around. She poured out the last of her jug into her mouth. Then, she flopped backwards, waiting for the final climax.
Tohru felt the climax coming seconds before it happened. A rumble went through Kobayashi’s bulk. A deep shudder went through the boorish woman. Tohru pulled back and smiled. Kobayashi gushed, booming out her pleasure in a guttural moan. Her back arched as all her emotions were excised out of her. She landed back on the bed, finally crushing it with her weight. The frame snapped in the middle, throwing both women to the floor. Crushed under her drunken lover’s sex-gratified flab, Tohru giggled. She was too horny to move, overcome by her own lusts. She lay, giddy with the knowledge that she had utterly destroyed a once productive member of society. Kobayashi was a mess of beer, fat, and toxic impulses. She could never re-enter the life she had once possessed. That fact was only further compounded by the feeling of movement running through Kobayashi. Though she was snoring, passed out in a haze, her body was jiggling. Tremors rolled through her bulk. The magic within the gallons of beer she had drank was reaching its apex. As she slept, Kobayashi started to grow again with more fury than before. The beast had truly been unleashed and the world would meet it now.
--- Epilogue: The Consequences of Binging ---
“Tohru! Why have you been hiding from us?” Elma asked the question pointedly, pushing her way up to Kobayashi. The blonde dragoness had just been about to sneak back into her and Kobayashi’s apartment. After weeks of not seeing Kobayashi or her rival, Elma had finally become suspicious enough to begin to track the pair. There was no trace of the red headed human. She had not shown up for work, her apartment sat empty, and even her scent had disappeared from her usual haunts. Tohru was only moderately more findable. Elma had spent days soaring above the city, trying to find the other woman. She had found Tohru, in her dragon form, rushing from restaurant to restuarant. The green dragon had been hauling lumpy trashbags, food falling out when she hit a pocket of air turbulence. Elma had waited until Tohru had reached her destination to spring the confrontation.
“Oh, Elma!” Tohru looked around, putting her hands together. “Nothing is wrong, I’m just. . .uuuh. . .working a second job.” She patted the bags, so stuffed with food that they had begun to rip. A liquid trickled out of one, Elma’s keen nose could sense that it was beer.
“Job?” The brunette took a small step forward. Her perky breasts met Tohru’s. “Why isn’t Kobayashi working? I haven’t seen her.”
“Oh. . .uuuh. . .she’s sick!” Tohru glanced back at the door behind her. Elma looked at it as well. It was stained by greasy hand prints, both human and draconic in nature. Having come slightly off its hinges, the old door blew with the wind. Were Elma less focused on verbally trapping her rival, she would have realized that there was no breeze. Instead, she took another step forward. Tohru was pushed back against the faded paint of the door. She felt the warmth behind it and heard the seething breath that was heating it. Tohru splayed her fingers against the door, terrified and excited for what was to come next. She had always known that she could not keep the secret. Her only regret about her cover being blown was that it had happened before she could make Kobayashi bigger.
“TTTOOOOOOOHHHRRRRUUUUUUU!” A bassy voice rumbled through the apartment landing. Tohru and Elma both vibrated from the strength of Kobayashi’s call. Their breasts bounced and jiggled madly together as the rumble continued, only changing cadence. “BBBBLLUUUUURRRROOOOOP!” The smell of beer was pungent as the door rocked, coming loose again from the track it was on. Only the strength and speed inherent to being dragons saved the two small women from being crushed as the door was thrown off of the wrecked hinges. Through the dust, two black claws raked forward to grasp at the bags of food. They shrank and morphed back into human hands, albeit fat and clumsy. Following the claws led to flabby arms, with curtains of blubber for biceps. Further up were doughy shoulders holding a head that had grown so fat that her neck had become a single roll. Kobayashi had changed much as the binge continued. Sharp, obsidian looking horns sprouted from her head. Sharp fangs now could be seen as she devoured the food within the bags. She was nearly immobile, her belly reaching the floor. She was so heavy that the floorboards underneath her had begun to warp. A thick, black tail sprouted from behind her, slamming against the ruined walls of her apartment. Kobayashi could not enjoy a thing, unless greed and destruction were involved. She had transcended humanity, maybe even draconic nature to become a malevolent and dionysian entity. Her gut churned with fermenting beer. No longer just a consumer, Kobayashi’s body produced the alcohol. She was a waddling brewery, fit only for eating and growing. She loomed over the pair, lizard eyes drunkenly searching for more food. “FEED. . .BBOOORRRUUP. . .ME!” The dragon goddess bellowed.
Elma, utterly forgetting she could shift into a dragon, hugged Tohru. “What have you done?” She shook her blonde rival. “What did you do to Kobayashi?” Kobayashi waddled forward, pillar legs struggling. She seemed ready to topple, too drunk to stand. There were the remnants of a tank top around her shoulder, little more than the straps were left. Sweat and spilled beer made her glow in the sunlight. From behind, gigantic, couch crushing buttcheeks were visible. They rose and dropped, as dimpled and bloated as the rest of her. Her body undulated with the slow steps, sending tremors through the landing. Floorboard supports started to crack beneath her swollen bulk. The clumsy, black scaled tail beat the ground behind her. She exploded with fat, a ball of fat with wings rendered vestigial. She ate, dripping the beer which ever brewed in her gut. Elma watched, so transfixed by the scene of horror that she missed Tohru’s spreading grin.
“Oh. . .aaah. . .sorry!” Tohru spoke only happy lies. “Just a little accident! Working on a cure, I promise!” She skipped over to Kobayashi’s side and hugged one of her pillowy biceps. The half-dragon pushed her away, currently uninterested in sex. “I swear I’ll fix her!” Tohru said, well aware that there would be no fix. Kobayashi’s inner beast had broken loose upon the world. The only choices were to serve the lizard queen or be brought to heel. Elma would soon have to make her choice.
