James Duke
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Stellar Balde: EVE's Expansion
🕑 Added 2024-04-27 03:22:49 +0000 UTCTags: Rapid-ish weight gain, stuckage, minor lewdness
Had to rush this one out! I wanted to be the first FA writer to get a Stellar Blade story on the market. I'm only partially through the game, so details are probably wrong. Maybe we do some "patches" later on to fix any canon issues. If you all like it, I'd probably do a sequel.
“The record hall should be just ahead.” Adam said, his little drone flying behind the woman that he had rescued days before. The world was quiet and wet, filled with the moody sound of droplets of water raining down on a dead world. There were sister sounds to the rain droplets, the sweaty tears which rained down off of EVE’s body. She waddled ahead of Adam, her bulbous body stretching the limits of the skintight bodysuit that she was strapped into. It was incredible to imagine that went into getting the humongous woman into her latex and cybernetics. The women that made up the defense force were a wonder of technology and beauty, but EVE was something even beyond any of her sisters or comrades. She waddled down the street, her natural strut warped into a ponderous waddle. She had not been like this days before when Adam had rescued her. Something had happened with EVE prior to the rescue from the alpha naytiba that had almost slaughtered her. Adam hadn’t seen much of the confrontation, only the moments where EVE held the dying body of her commander, Tachy. “Are you in good enough shape to reach it?” Adam asked, his little drone coming within inches of EVE’s new blubber.
“I will be. . .fine.” EVE said, thick fingers reaching down to adjust her emerald green suit. Her gigantic ass swung back and forth, ready to destroy furniture in a manner similar to how its owner destroyed naytiba monsters. EVE was close to 600 lbs, the advanced sensors in her body giving readouts of her condition. Those sensors revealed the truth, EVE was severely overweight, overheating, and in need of sustenance to power her body. Stopping, however was not an option. She waddled down the empty streets of the forgotten city, letting the raindrops obscure the thick droplets of sweat that covered her. Her long ponytail swayed back and forth, matching the cadence of her new second chin. The thick roll of fat under her once defined jaw was tight against the little green tie that drooped between her breasts. Unlike her chin and ass, EVE’s necktie was held tight. Already large, her breasts had exploded with growth. They surged outward, made perfectly defined and extra bouncy by her suit. There was not a shred of fabric that had been allowed to remain loose. Even her gloves were filled with her sausage fingers, pudgy palms, and fat wrists. She looked as likely to devour a naytiba as she was to cut it down.
The pair moved silently through the streets. The drone orbited EVE’s body, trying to make its flight patterns compensate for her new mass. More often than not, EVE’s tankerous butt would smack against it. The little flying device was sent wheeling through the air. She continued to plod along, mind trying to remain focused. Focus, to EVE, at the current moment, was anything that distracted from the horror of the day before. The landing upon the beach had been disastrous. She had seen her fellow sisters ripped to pieces by the weapons of the enemy. The only remaining hope she had, Tachy, had been the last piece to be ripped away from her. For all of Tachy’s elegant, deadly speed, she had been no match for the alpha naytiba. The monster had crashed upon them, intent upon taking EVE’s life. That was what made surviving so much worse. EVE knew that the stroke which fell upon Tachy had been meant for her. They had not even been given much of a goodbye. All Tachy could muster was a few words and then putting the potion into EVE’s mouth. The same potion which now worked upon her body, turning it into something clumsy and unfamiliar.
GGGLLUUURRRG! A thunderous sound rolled through EVE’s ponderous middle. Thick hands grasped a flabby middle, now subdivided into a larger and smaller roll. GGGLLLRRRUUUG. The noise came again, so forceful that it made her fat ripple. EVE tried to pick up her pace. Not wanting to acknowledge anything happening to her. “How far. . .are we. . .from the Hall of Records?” She asked, her speech slowed and weakened by the toll to her movement. Rain and sweat had drained between her thighs, now creating a loud rubbing noise. Her suit was pulled further into her ass. What had once been a perfectly curved butt had become heavy and sloppy. The arching lines of her cheeks were marred with pockets of fat and dimples of various sizes. The two masses of fat battle with each other, trying to impose their heavy dominance in a never ending battle. EVE could even hear the wet clapping as cool rain drained between them. She spoke only to keep Adam from hearing the noises. “What is the. . .best. . .path forward?”
“Ah. . .yeah, let’s see.” Adam piped instructions through data feeds to the hefty woman. “Cut through this building here.” Adam flashed his light at a door that EVE’s mass had just passed. He was treated to a full view of her trying to turn around. What should have been an easy and even acrobatic move was made clumsy and tanklike by her body. The change and degradation of EVE’s body was as thorough as it was destructive. Adam saw first hand the difficulty in her stride and movements. The big woman had to be a hand on the wall to stabilize as she rotated her mass. EVE’s ass sloshed, looking even messier now covered in rain. Her arms were naked, free from the suit and able to show off their hanging curtains of fat. Adam’s drone hovered backwards, looking up from a ground level view at his companion. She looked impossibly heavy from that angle, a goddess cursed to have her normal body stolen. When she finally had righted herself, EVE’s face was red with strain and embarrassment. Her ass clapped even louder as she took tired and lumbering steps into the building.
“At least. . .it will. . .be dry.” She wheezed. Though both Adam and she knew that would not be the case. Even created enough perspiration to keep her blubber coated in a permanent sheen.
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“What are. . .these?” EVE asked as her fat fingers traced the cover of a book. The building the two had ducked into had turned out to be a library. The obese woman trailed down the line of shelves, curiously inspecting the books. “Some sort. . .of. . .information storage?” She asked. Adam could tell that EVE was only partially interested. While there was natural curiosity at play, the big woman most likely wanted a rest. Her weight had only increased. Adam had said nothing, but silently tracked her size. EVE was growing. As the day ticked by, her fat advanced outward. The process that had seen her balloon overnight was still at work. Heavier, slower, more ponderous. The angelic defender of Eidos was losing control of her body. A third chin had joined the first, now wobbling just over the knot of her tie. Her butt was pulling at the fabric of her suit, turning the space age material into little more than warped latex. There was little any naytiba could do to damage that suit, but EVE would be its own undoing.
“Something like that.” Adam hovered over his companion’s broadeningly shoulders. The buildup of fat around and under her arms forced her to hold her appendages at odd angles. EVE’s gigantic breasts were slowly merging with her underarm fat, creating sweaty pillows that draped across her body. Far away from her, Adam winced. Firstly for what was happening to EVE and secondly for her lack of connection with Humanity’s past.
“And this. . .a music device?” She waddled towards a piano that was built into the wall. She reached to touch the keys, but a lovehandle beat her to it. A discordant noise filled the library as EVE’s fat surged across the ivory. That seemed to be the straw which broke the camel’s back. EVE straightened and once again turned her heavy body around. She moved like a tank, waddling in place. The library was filled with the sad music of piano keys being struck at odd and unflattering angles. EVE’s face remained placid, but Adam could see the pain forming as a blush. The song was completed when she forced her gigantic butt onto the small stool. The quadruple wide cheeks took up the entire stool and most of the piano behind hit. A note clanged out into the library before being silenced. EVE sat wheezing, her gut slopping between widely spaced thighs.
“EVE? Are you ok?” Adam knew the question was stupid, but asked anyway.
“I just. . .cannot. . .fathom her. . .plan.” She leaned back, hands trying to smooth down her fat. “Tachy always. . . knew what. . . was best. . .but I question. . this.” EVE’s hands dug between her stomach folds, massaging the creamy fat. Even through the stretchy metallic surface of her bodysuit, EVE could feel the suppleness of her new blubber. Any muscle she possessed before had been eradicated or buried. In place of her trained and honed body was one of coddled uselessness. There was little chance of her completing her mission with it. She was a caloric dumpster, little better than the masses of warped flesh she fought against. She looked up at Adam’s drone, her expression placid as always but hurt lurking beneath. She lifted the lowest fold of her stomach, raising it up to show where her thighs and fupa now tested her suit’s integrity. EVE went so far as to slosh her fat, highlighting the mess that she had become. The cameras on Adam’s drone picked up every stray ripple and running trickle of sweat. His audio equipment heard the intricacies of EVE’s strained breathing and the modular inflection in her voice. He almost couldn’t respond.
“Well. . .I’m sure you could take solace in the fact that she was a good commander!” The drone hovered just below EVE’s round and double rolled face. “She wouldn’t fail you now!” Adam summoned what strength he had to motivate his companion. He needed to reach the Hall of Records. Obese or not, EVE was the key for him. “EVE. I know people, people that might be able to help you understand your condition.” The drone hovered closer, its fisheye lens coming within centimeters of the obese woman’s neck folds. This close, Adam almost thought he could see her fatness growing. “If you work with me, I can take you to them.”
EVE looked down at the tiny drone. She knew little of Adam besides his daring rescue of her a day before. While not the most concrete foundation for trust, it was better than nothing. She wiped her forehead with a thick arm and swallowed her tiredness. For a moment, she looked like the fighter she had been before Tachy’s treatment. “I accept. I will help you to the Hall of Records, in exchange for meeting your people.” EVE said, just before the stool cracked underneath her.
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“EVE, I sense a resting place at the top of this parking structure. Just a little further.” Adam said. Progress had become agonizingly slow since the library. EVE’s body had only fattened further. The process within her was intensifying, filling her body with poundage. Adam looked down the rusted stairs, wondering if his companion was going to make it. EVE had to walk by throwing her arms now. She plodded along at a snail’s pace, her footsteps lightly shaking the ground. Only the raw strength imbued to her by her trainers and creators allowed her to move. One pillar shaped leg would slam home, sending tremors through the ground. Then there would be a pause. EVE wheezed more than ever, doubling over. She would eventually work up the strength to force another foot forward. At each landing of her legs, the pale woman’s gut would bounce and shake. The elasticity of her suit was no match for her flowing gut. Likewise, her pendulous breasts shoved at the top of her iridescent suit.
“Adam. . .my body. . .I’m not sure. . .I can. . .climb.” EVE spoke, looking up at the stairs like they were a species of naytiba. Her breasts bounced outwards, formed into large teardrops. They were overripe melons, forcing their way apart and off to the sides of her torso. Her tie acted as the line of demarcation, separating what spaces belonged to which breast. Yet, border incursions still happened. EVE’s soft, milky breasts would clash. Sprays of rain water and sweat would explode outwards with each clash. EVE stood at the bottom of the stair, the twin folds of her gut rolling in and out as she tried to breathe. She was no less than 800 lbs, as was provided by the sensors within her body. Each step seemed to increase that number. EVE tracked her weight, seeing it rise by a couple pounds. The number inched upwards and her mobility gradually decreased. When she tested her weight on the stairs, she found it was enough to bend and warp the metal. The prior creations of man stood little chance to the bulk of their defender. EVE grasped the hand railings, forcing herself upwards. Her ass filled the walkway, making her cheeks bunch up and squish together.
“Just go slowly. It won’t be long.” Adam orbited EVE’s mass, scanning for any disastrous weakness in the floor. There was little he could do and less that EVE could do. It took all of her strength and concentration to push her obese body upwards. Her ass thumped against the handrails, bending them out of place. The orange railings crumpled like plastic straws. EVE lugged her body one stair at a time. Her butt sloshed back and forth, streams of rain lubricating her cheeks. The large jiggle of one step birthed many smaller and reciprocal undulations. She moaned, her mouth open. EVE questioned everything, her mind racing for reasons that Tachy might have done this to her. The solipsistic inquiry was interrupted only by the tug of her ponytail, which had slipped between her buttcheeks. EVE tugged on it, slowly freeing the stream of black hair. Each step was another set of indignities to suffer. EVE, however, trudged onwards.
“You can do this.” Adam said as she got close to the landing. EVE teetered backwards whenever she paused. Though her enormous breasts and wheelbarrow sized gut pulled her forward, her ass was more than meaty enough to counteract the effect. Her voluminous, couch sized cushions begged to rest. They wanted to splash into deep puddles and spread their flab through the silent streets. EVE found it had not to give into the temptations. Whilst the mission of eradicating the alpha naytiba was her purpose, the overly buxom soldier could not visualize how she might accomplish it. GGGLLRRRUUG! Pangs of hunger roared through her. EVE almost lost her balance as the roars and gurgles continued. She had never experienced such torture. BBBLLURRRUUGGH. She took one hand off of her lifeline, the handrail, to pat her stomach. “EVE! Stay focused. You’re almost there. We can worry about your stomach at the checkpoint.” Adam said as he piloted the drone around. He shoved the robot into the center mass of EVE’s bouncing, wobbling butt. The little engines on the drone fired with every bit of strength they could to help motivate the nearly immobile woman.
EVE gasped as she felt the vibrations of the drone between her butt. The conical metal drove deeper and deeper between the padded expanses. She felt a worrying tingle spreading through her body, lacking the words or understanding to process it. EVE had known a life of struggle and combat. Soreness and pain were the sensations of the battlefield. She had no way to describe what she felt as Adam’s drone plumped the depths of her huge rump. All EVE could say was that she wanted more of it. “Push. . .harder. . .almost. . .there.” She said, hoping to squeeze the moment for all it’s worth. The events of the day had changed EVE. With the mission as far from her as it had ever been, she was open to new possibilities. “Further. . .Adam.” Though in the grips of sexual pleasure, EVE still did not raise her voice. Adam, thinking his drone was the only thing that stood between them and crashing back down the stairs, increased the thrust. EVE practically vibrated up the stairs. The buzzing between her ass grew more intense, shaking and vibrating the rest of her. EVE felt her ever present stoicism melting away under the pressure of the erotic vibrations. She wanted to drown the drone in her blubber, never letting it out. Unfortunately, she ran out of stairs. EVE toppled over, falling onto her gut. Adam’s drone popped loose, shiny thanks to being bathed in the rain water between EVE’s deep creases.
The pair had made it to the top of the garage. Though it was hard to say how much further they could go.
Comments
James Duke
Thanks!! I have some ideas too. So it's fairly likely!
assass2
A sequel to this would be amazing!
