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You stir uneasily, a ray of sunlight in your face. You feel a quick jolt of worry, which quickly fades as you glance around the unfamiliar room. Off-white cream walls, giant TV, shelves of nerd stuff – Rya's living room, right.
"What time is it?" you ask groggily.
An unseen but familiar voice answers, "Don't worry about that."
Despite not touching any alcohol last night, you feel like shit. An uncomfortable throb runs through your head as you continue to get your bearings. You're in your boxers and undershirt, laying under a fluffy blanket on a plush couch. You're definitely under the spell of a "binge hangover" - the ache in your stomach is gone, replaced by a more diffuse inner heaviness as your innards slowly turn last night's feast into fat.
The voice from outside the room says, "Good to see you're finally up. I forget that most people need a lot of sleep."
Some slow footsteps approach, then you blink your eyes as you focus on who's speaking. Rya. Your vision is still bleary as she looms over the back of the couch. She's wearing some kind of tight pink top.
"No wonder you feel rough. You might be more MSG than DNA right now. Drink some water and you should feel better."
You feel your heart flutter at the sight of her round face looking down at you kindly. She reaches over the back of the couch, holding a large cup of water in front of your face. You lean forward and take a sip, then take the cup for yourself. She gently pats your chest then retreats, leaving you immediately hungering for more of her touch. Instead, you tiredly gulp down more water and shuffle a pillow to support your back. Though the water really hits the spot, it also highlights just how dehydrated you presently are. You slightly regret not taking in more fluids last night, but the takeout calories were just far more appealing at the time.
Rya says, "How you feeling?"
"Better," you groan. "What the hell happened?"
Rya shrugs, "We ate a shitload of Thai takeout, then started rubbing each other's bellies and fed each other even more," she explains. "We passed out right after that. When we woke up we were both exhausted. We just sort of cuddled for a bit, then decided to get some rest. You were comfy on the couch so I got you a blanket and some pillows."
As your body absorbs the water, your mind is finally starting to reactivate. "Ah right," you say. You smile as you remember last night, sensually fondling Rya's vast curves and stuffing your faces like crazy.
Rya smiles as well. "It was the best night of my life. You were cute, Anon."
You feel a blush creep up your face. "Uhh...thanks." Awkwardly turning your head, you look Rya in the eye. She's still leaning on the back of the couch, arms folded under her pendulous breasts. The angle gives her absolutely divine cleavage, but the genuine, warm smile on her face holds your attention more completely. Her makeup is gone, leaving her looking somehow plainer, especially around her eyes, but between her naturally good skin and striking vulpine gaze, it's not really much of a downgrade. Her hair is still divvied in two, but now done up in fluffy buns on either side of her head. From your angle it kind of resembles a cartoon character.
"I'm making some breakfast. Are you hungry? Do you want some coffee?"
Despite the stuffing of last night, your stomach grumbles hungrily at the opportunity for more food. "Yes, and yes please," you say.
"Great," she says, then cheerfully walks off to the kitchen.
You drain the cup of water, feeling your energy return by the second. And you also feel the need to hit the bathroom. Rya points you in the proper direction, and once you've freshened up, you head towards the kitchen.
The coffee maker busily bubbles and sputters as Rya fries up something at the stove. She's dressed lightly, mostly a sleeveless pink hoodie that's clearly too small. Her flabby rolls are poorly contained within it, and it seems to steadily ride up with every movement. You also get a thrilling full view of her enormous ass. A pair of blue satiny panties are practically sprayed across the dimply orbs, and they're cut to show off most of Rya's luscious, pale cheeks and underbutt. You momentarily ponder on the thick waistband, repeatedly embroidered with the brand name "Gelid"; it's surely only a matter of time before you'll need to "upgrade" to dedicated plus-size clothes yourself.
Without warning, she looks back from the frying pan and smiles, instantly melting your heart. Goddamn it. If staying fat makes it easier to be with this adorable Asian butterball, then is it really that bad?
"That smells good," you say, trying and failing to look innocent.
She deftly scoops something eggy from the pan, then turns down the heat. Rya waddles over to the coffee maker and fills a mug, then pours in some other things. As she works, you notice the too-small hoodie had its sleeves removed, no doubt because Rya's plump arms stopped fitting a while ago. It's looking rather threadbare, and you suspect that Rya isn't wearing a bra.
A moment later, she stops adding stuff to the mug, stirs it, and hands it to you. "Here," she says. "I hope you like it."
Taking a sip, it's sweet and very creamy – you wonder how much of the drink is actually coffee. You try not to make a surprised face.
Rya slaps her forehead, wobbling her whole body. "Oh my God, I'm such a derp," she exclaims. "I didn't even ask how you take your coffee!"
A shrug and another sip. "Don't worry about it, this is great," you say. "Though I won't say no to customizing my brews in the future."
"Perfect! I'm glad you like it!" Rya beams with satisfaction.
You quickly drain the mug and set it down on the table. Rya immediately goes back to the stove, presumably to start preparing more food. Turns out, she's actually done cooking, and turns back with a platter piled high with hot, greasy traditional breakfast items.
"Want some?" she asks.
Despite trying to stay a bit reserved, your reply inevitably drips with excitement, "Oh, yes please!" You sit down at the table as Rya sets out serving dishes then hustles to the fridge to add some orange juice, pouring you a tall glass. She then stacks a plate high and sets it before you, revealing steaming scrambled eggs, several slices of indulgently thick bacon, plus pancakes and toast slathered in butter.
"Lots of good old-fashioned hearty favorites! Now, eat up, I need to make sure you can't run away from me!" She says with a jovial giggle.
Your fork was eagerly in the air as she spoke, but her words landed like a thunderbolt. Anxiety instantly surges through your chest and your innards turn to slush. It *was* too good to be true. There's zero chance you could hold up a poker face, and you set down the utensil. "Rya," you say sadly. "I'm sorry. I just...can't."
Rya's happy demeanor swiftly turns confused and hurt.
"I owe you an explanation, though I was hoping it wouldn't be so soon," you say. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I don't know how to tell you..."
"It's OK, I understand," she says.
"No, I don't think you do."
You take a deep breath and prepare yourself to relive some really rough moments. "Rya, listen. My ex, Amber – she was a feeder, a really sadistic one, in fact. I was actually skinny when I met her two years ago."
"You... Wow. Damn. You poor thing," Rya says, sympathetically.
"She's not entirely to blame, honestly," You distractedly run your finger around the rim of a glass. "I did discover that I enjoyed binge eating, and I can honestly say that being spoiled by her was really fun."
"Oh, I see," Rya says, nodding. "I'm sorry. Did she force you to do it?"
"Not at first."
You take a sip of the orange juice to try and wet your tongue again. "She confessed her proclivities to me pretty early, and it was honestly pretty fun to roleplay. I was sufficiently into my side of it to start gaining weight fairly quick."
"Sounds like it was fun in spite of everything?" Rya says uncertainly, "but I still don't... I uh, frankly don't understand the problem."
"The missing bit," you explain, trying to keep yourself even but the next words wind up tumbling out, "Was that she didn't confess everything. She was also an extremely dominant control freak. She got off on humiliating and isolating me, steadily becoming outright emotionally abusive."
"Oh," Rya says, her eyes widening. Her voice starts choking up, "Oh my God..."
"Things didn't really click for me for a long time. She was... She was a really really good liar. Even after repeatedly making me look like a fucking slob in front of family and friends, she still gaslit me into thinking it was just a really kinky sustained fantasy," you recount breathlessly, your own eyes getting moist.
"I'm so sorry," Rya says, her voice a squeak. "I had no idea..."
"It's ok. You had no way of knowing..." You reply, taking a moment to dry your eyes with a napkin.
You take a deep breath and conclude your story, slowly, deliberately, "My eyes were finally opened shortly after our second anniversary. That night, Amber dropped any pretense and went off on this weird rant. She said that I'd never escape her, that I was too weak and greedy. She gloated that she'd fatten me until I couldn't walk, and that I'd be begging her to do it."
"Jesus fucking Christ, what did you do?" Rya asks, horror ringing in her voice.
"It took me about a week after that, but I managed to find the courage to dump her," you explain flatly. "What trips me out was that she wasn't even mad. She was... Smug. Almost as though she thought she'd won in the long run despite me leaving her. She neatly and nicely helped me clear out my stuff from her place, and I never saw her again."
"Holy fucking shit... I'm so sorry," Rya squeaks, mouth hidden by her hands and her eyes wide.
You close your eyes and exhale deeply. "It's ok, Rya. Thank you for listening."
Rya quietly nods, her hands shaking as they move from her mouth to her lap and back, unable to settle anywhere. You wait for her to say something, but she's too stunned to speak.
"So...yeah. I know you meant it as a cutesy joke, but I want you to know that I've had an ex who literally tried to make me too fat to leave her," you say with an air of finality.
"I'm... I'm really sorry," Rya says quietly. "I didn't know."
"Well, I'm done with her. She's out of my life forever."
"I'm glad."
You nod, your eyes narrowing as you contemplate Rya. She squirms under your gaze, before she looks down and fidgets some more. You chuckle quietly, then take a deliberate, showy bite of the breakfast Rya fixed for you. Rya smiles a little, but her hands are still restless, and she's still practically buzzing with uncertainty. You look at her, then chuckle again. "You're feeling retroactively guilty about last night, aren't you? Talking me into majorly pigging out with you?"
"I-I just don't want you to think I'm a weirdo," Rya says, "I'm now just really worried that you're now thinking I'm some manipulative sadist like she was."
You take her hand, gently squeezing it and delighting in its plumpness. "Rya, listen. I genuinely do like stuffing myself. Heck, I might even be coming around to enjoying being a fatty."
Rya's eyes widen, and she nods slowly. "So, I guess that means you don' think I'm a weirdo?"
"Not at all," you say, gently shaking your head. "Unless you're actually, seriously trying to make me too fat to leave you."
"Oh my God! That's not it! I just... I like it when we eat! Good food makes you happy, and I like making you happy!" Rya says, her eyes welling with tears.
Immediately trying to salvage the situation, you rise from your chair and kneel next to Rya. Tears begin rolling down her round cheeks as you lean in to embrace her. You wrap your arms around her plush frame and hold her close, savoring the feel of her soft flesh in spite of the drama. Rya buries her face in your shoulder, sobbing quietly. Her cries send mingled waves of guilt and warmth through your core. You hold her close, rocking her back and forth as you try to console her.
"Rya..." You say softly, "I want to make you happy too. I don't want to be harsh, but I guess I'm not quite past what happened to me."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Rya says through her tears, "I know you were abused, and I can't even imagine what that's like. But I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."
A million thoughts flash through your mind as you hold Rya. You've heard things like this before from Amber. Amber even claimed to love you, and she was quite convincing in the moment. You take a deep breath. You know this isn't a moment that you can analyze your way past. Rya isn't Amber – that much is obvious. But you just have to take it on faith that Rya wants the best for you.
You choose to trust Rya.
"I believe you," you say.
"Oh thank God," Rya says, burying her face deeper into your chest.
"I am choosing to move on. I won't let Amber's mind traps ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me," you say. "Rya, if it makes you happy to see me eat lots, then I'll eat lots for you. Or whatever you like."
Rya smiles through her tears, and snuggles closer to you. "Thank you," she says. "Thank you so much."
Her sorrow quickly ebbing, Rya gently pushes you back so she can look you in the eye. "Anon..." She starts quietly, "This might not be the best time, but I don't think you can deny that we're both a little weird."
"I'd never say I was normal," you say, "But I'll happily be... whatever you want me to be."
She chuckles, then kisses you on the cheek. "You'll be the best boyfriend ever to a super fat Rya? You'll do your best to keep up with me as we eat our way across Novaville? You'll be by my side as we dominate multiplayer battlefields?" She asks with a giggle.
"I'll do all that, and anything else," you say.
Rya beams at your response, and hugs you again. "Thank you!" she says, "Thank you!"
You turn to face Rya directly, and bring your lips to hers. She kisses you back hungrily, and the feeling of her full lips and her soft flesh sends a fresh wave of passion through you. She pulls away and says with a shockingly sultry voice, "Now, now, honey. It'll be such a shame if that delicious breakfast I cooked went to waste..."
Rya's words send a delightful shiver of arousal down your spine. You kiss her again, and this time she puts her hand on your pudgy, grumbling stomach. "Why are we still making out when you're this hungry?" She giggles. "Don't you want to eat?"
"Yeah, I do," you giggle back. "I'm gonna eat you!" you say with obviously fake menace. Rya squeals in laughter as you gently bite her chubby cheek and doughy double chin. She nearly falls off of her chair laughing.
"Oh my God, you're such a handful," She says once her laughter evens out.
You kiss her cheek again and gently slap her hip, then head back to your seat. Finally turning towards the long-neglected breakfast spread, you retort, "You keep feeding me like this, and I'll be more than a handful soon. Can't say I'd hate that though!"
"I'm sure you wouldn't," Rya says with a cheeky grin.
You dig in again, for real this time. The breakfast Rya fixed for you is still quite tasty despite having cooled off quite a bit. It's only when you're mostly done with it that you realize you've been eating in silence for quite some time.
"So... um, do you have any plans for today?" You ask.
"I was thinking of going online to finish up some MMO quests," Rya says, "Or maybe we could just hang and watch a movie or something."
"Anything with you."
You thoughtfully chew a bite of pancake, then swallow it. An idea crosses your mind. "Hey Rya," you ask, "When's the last time you played the story mode of Disk?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's been a while. Why?"
"I was thinking we could play it. You know, together. Co-op."
"I'd love to," Rya says, beaming, "I don't actually think I've ever played the co-op mode!"
You finish up the last bits of your breakfast and smile at her. "You're in for a treat. Even if you think you know all the missions, they're different enough with another player to really keep you on your toes."
"Heh, sounds awesome," Rya says, then scrapes her plate clean.
You offer to take her dishes to the kitchen, but Rya waves you off and clears the table herself instead, shooing you towards the living room and the console. As the sink clatters, you get your account registered on Rya's console, and set up a story mode session. Shortly after, Rya waddles back to the living room, her hands loaded down with snacks and sodas, and even an auxiliary bag of chips clutched in her teeth. She sets down on the couch, and arranges all the treats for easy access.
You cock an eyebrow and say, "Planning ahead?"
"Just making sure we have enough," Rya says with a wink.
She then logs in as well, and you grant her control of the game lobby. She grins as she sets the difficulty to the maximum. The game menu pops up an ominous warning and the UI elements take on an intimidating red hue. You grin back in anticipation of the challenge. Rya starts the game, and the two of you settle in for the iconic yet meme-able introduction movie.
You watch in excited silence as the opening scenes unfold. Against a backdrop of glittering stars and pastel nebulae, a weary man's voice recounts a brutal war against a nihilistic alien alliance. The gravitas and drama of the epic story is undercut a bit by Rya opening a noisy bag of chips. You can't help but snicker.
"You wondering why I'm so fat?" She giggles as she pops some chips into her mouth.
"That's a trick question," you say, smirking.
Rya giggles and steadily nibbles on a few morsels. You can feel your face warming.
On screen, blocky human starships fight against an armada of squidlike alien battlecruisers. The two fleets trade plasma beams and missile salvos, big hits timed with the pounding soundtrack. As the camera zooms in on a particular and angular human cruiser out in front, the narrator wraps up his spiel. "Nothing else mattered once we found... It. The object. It represented knowledge, power – it was the fulcrum of the galaxy. We couldn't possibly win, but we had no choice. We threw everything we had left into one last hail-Mary assault."
The camera pans over the prow of the ship, briefly lingering on the nameplate "Avenger", then passes through a window, into the ship's depths, landing in an armory. Two figures in high-tech power armor can barely be seen from behind in some sort of crosslike equipment rigs – you and Rya's characters. Robotic arms plop your respective helmets into place with a smart hiss, and the narrator dramatically intones one last phrase, "Divinity, or extinction."
The intro movie ends, dividing the TV screen in two and finally granting you and Rya control of your characters. A scarred officer character pushes a machine gun into your hands, and explains the situation, turning to primarily address Rya's avatar.
"Listen up, Sarge! And Sarge 2," the officer barks. "Our fleet's getting its ass kicked, but we now know the aliens' weakness."
The camera lurches, and the scene briefly flashes an eerie purple, the telltale sign of a near-miss from an alien plasma beam. The officer chuckles, his 3D-rendered face managing to portray a hint of maniacal excitement. "You may have noticed that we're burning straight for the flagship," he says.
"I assume that's related to the plan," Rya's character says evenly, voice tinged by her armor's electronics.
Another lurch, another plasma beam and a fresh purple glow.
"Very much so!" The officer laughs slightly. "It's the whole plan, in fact. We're gonna board their flagship, kill their high admiral, and the dumbass aliens will hopefully slide right into infighting."
"And if they don't, sir?" your character asks.
The officer tugs a strap on his armor suit before answering, "Then have Tizona seize control and start team killing them."
Your character looks down at his composite-clad wrist, regarding the hologram projection of your AI sidekick. Tizona's presentation resembles a monochromatic and dignified yet comely middle-aged woman. Her digital face cracks a small smile and she says via your comm-link, "Maybe I should take their flagship anyways. Looks like it'd be great for a joyride." The AI persona winks before dismissing herself.
The officer hefts a rugged machine gun before laughing in reply, "Hah! I like the way you think, Tizona! But first priority is that fucking admiral. We'll reassess once you've painted the helm with his brains."
"Yes sir!" Your and Rya's characters sound off crisply in unison.
You and Rya are finally granted control of your avatars, and are directed to your cruiser's cargo bay. Normally the journey through the ship would constitute a tutorial level, but you take a pop-up option to skip ahead. The screen quickly fades out then back in, and the two of you are standing in the spacious, machinery-choked cargo bay. A few dozen grim-faced space marines, all armed to the teeth, are bracing themselves against girders or crates. A deep, bassy sound reverberates through the cruiser as it fires its weapons, and a voice calls over the ship's PA, "Standby for aggressive opposed infiltration! Three! Two! One!"
The screen shakes like crazy and the speakers explode with the shrieks of metal on metal as the cruiser crashes into the alien flagship. A few pieces of machinery and some unlucky marines go flying in the mayhem, then all is suddenly silent. The lights flicker for a moment then stabilize. Marines scramble back to their feet and the PA crackles to life again, "We have landed deep amidships in the alien dreadnought, and we are not dead! Thank you for flying Air Avenger, and we welcome you to kill a lot of aliens!"
At the far side of the bay, the vast slab-like doors hiss, then screech as they drag themselves open. The moment a crack of light shines in from the flagship's ruined interior, Rya stuffs a fistful of chips into her mouth and drives her character forwards. You scramble to follow your girlfriend's aggressive advance, as the NPC marines unleash a hurricane of bullets and explosives out of the cargo doors. Any surviving aliens are shellacked, and only offer scattered return fire, most of their own energy bolts harmlessly whiffing. You glimpse Rya trading salvos with a vaguely wolfish alien trooper, as you sneak towards another cowering behind some wreckage. In a heartbeat you creep close enough to activate a scripted finisher move; the alien trooper gets only a moment of panic before you slash its throat with a retractable wrist blade. You snatch its sleek blaster gun and break cover, scorching a knot of short, scrawny alien mercenaries while on the way to support Rya.
The story mode doesn't have the same balance as multiplayer, especially at max difficulty, so you're having to focus extra hard to ensure enemies go down. All the same, the two of you are making swift progress towards the command deck. There are still some setbacks; you need a few tries to get through a low-gravity jumping puzzle while under fire, and a claustrophobic brawl in a computer node extracted several restarts and bitter curses. Still, the two of you take the restarts in stride, with a fistful of snacks or a swig of soda being just the thing to refocus your simulated warrior instincts. However, the command deck fight, already a notorious tough spot in the intro mission, picked up an unpleasant curveball this time around.
"Why are there four Bruisers instead of two!?" Rya shrieks, barely scrambling clear from a grenade salvo.
You reply tensely, "Told you, co-op is different!" while stitching a line of mag-rifle slugs up a Bruiser's chest towards its face. The gorilla-like biomechanical alien staggers in pain and you dump the rest of the magazine into the weak spot, spalling off chunks of armor and loosing sprays of phosphorescent blood.
The thing isn't quite dead yet, so you swap to a stolen particle beamer and fatally core out the Bruiser's brainpan. The next moment, a symphony of alien firepower descends on your position, near-instantly killing your character as punishment for dawdling a moment too long. Amidst the chaos and noise, it's only now that you realize that Rya's character is down too. As the stark "Retry/Quit" screen darkens the TV, you and Rya share a rueful glance and laugh.
"Guess we're gonna have to get good," Rya chuckles, and you join her. Handful of chips. Respawn.
A mere couple of attempts later, the last guardian of the high admiral is dead, and you've torn open the door to his command pod as part of a scripted sequence. The snakelike creature moves to maybe beg or negotiate, but your avatar replies by firing his rifle, splattering the admiral's head into technicolor hamburger. Your sidekick AI, Tizona, leaps into action, her hologram projection wobbling and crinkling as she works. Tense moments later, her hologram flashes a red warning symbol before returning to her normal humanoid presentation, still tinged red for worry.
"Ok, Sarges. Good news, bad news," she announces.
"Good news- the aliens are actually tribal enough to start backstabbing each other."
The camera exits the alien ship to reveal their fleet descending into a maelstrom of confused weapons fire and explosions, before zooming in on a particular whale-esque dreadnought whirling around towards the flagship.
"Bad news -" The new dreadnought ominously crackles with purple energy, charging its main cannon.
"- the Dreamers have decided just now that they'd rather run the show."
A gruff, gurgling alien voice intones, "Resurrection... is pointless."
Right on cue a moment later, a blazing amethyst lance stabs through the flagship's bulbous back half, silencing its engines but miraculously not setting off the reactor. The wounded flagship, with the Avenger cruiser still grotesquely jammed in place, begins to fall into an unseen gravity well. Panning down, ahead of the falling flagship, the camera finally reveals the titular Disk as the orchestra music swells and the game's title briefly pops up.
The Disk is an Alderson Disk, an impossibly vast spaceborne construct with an outer radius on par with a planetary orbit, hosting an enormous habitable band on the surface, and with an inner "donut hole" large enough to nestle a star. Or in the game's case, a leering active black hole, the slow vortex of doomed matter casting an eerie orange light across the structure.
The screen slowly fades out, then fades back in. The scene is somewhere on the edge of the disk's habitable zone, and the camera pans across craggy desert before settling in on a smoking heap of vibrant and tangled scrap metal – the wreckage of the alien flagship. Two distinct power-armored figures claw their way through crushed bulkheads and broken doors. Your and Rya's characters survived the crash, and they're trying to find surviving marines.
Just as the second mission begins, Rya abruptly pauses the game. "Let's take a quick break," she explains.
"But we just got started," you protest.
"I know," she says, "But I've got an idea. I'd like to play... With a handicap of sorts."
"Like what?" you ask.
Rya blushes slightly, giggles, and points towards a cheesecake she brought over earlier. "Feed me?" She asks. "A belly stuffed full of sugar and cream oughta slow my reflexes enough to make it fair."
"You sure that'll work?" you ask.
"Probably!" Rya giggles, "But more to the point, I'm letting you feed and grope me." She shoots you a look that sets your loins aflame and extracts a quietly shocked, excited groan from you.
In spite of distraction, you promptly grin and shift next to Rya on the couch, retrieving the cheesecake and removing it from the packaging. "I don't think I'll be able to focus on the game if you keep doing that," you say.
Rya giggles and says, "Wrong answer, killer. You're gonna need to pull extra duty to carry my fat ass after this!"
You swipe a bite of the cheesecake into your mouth, sampling it. It's good for a store-made dessert, and for a moment you consider devouring it all yourself. Rya watches you dally with unmistakable hunger in her eyes. "Gotta make sure it passes my standards," you jokingly explain. Rya rolls her eyes but grins.
A moment later, you pick up a slice of the cold dessert and hold it up to Rya's mouth. She opens her mouth a little, and you gently cram the entire slice inside. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she gives you a goofy grin, her cheeks stuffed with the creamy goodness. She groans appreciatively, and gulps the dessert down with big bites. You bring up another slice, then a third one. They all disappear quickly down Rya's throat. "I feel like I'm drowning in cream," she laughs. "Slow me down!" She closes her eyes and leans her head back. You take a moment to savor the her growing satisfaction.
The next slice of cheesecake, you take your time, making a point to touch your fingers to her lips. "You're so fuckin' cute, eat more for me," you whisper. She inhales sharply in excitement, then gently nibbles on your fingers as you continue to work the last bits of the slice into her mouth. Once she's licked your fingertips clean, Rya opens her eyes and grins at you.
"This little outgrown hoodie is feeling kinda tight on me now," she purrs.
You watch hungrily as Rya reaches for the zipper on her hoodie, which is outgrown to the point where it more resembles a vest. With a shaky exhale, she pulls the zipper down. You watch intently as the tight jacket opens up, steadily revealing more and more of her plump, heavy breasts. They jiggle and flow outward as the hoodie unzips, and Rya makes a cute noise as she pulls the zipper free. The hoodie flaps open, and Rya shivers as she feels your fingers against her bare skin. It serves to just barely cover her nipples, with her tits hanging over the sides of her plush torso. She seems to sink even further into the couch as she relaxes.
Shifting closer to her, you move a hand down to her expansive belly. She lets out a little gasp as your fingers graze her bare skin, and she immediately grabs your wrist, prompting you to massage her blubber. Immediately complying, you trace sensual circles into Rya's squishy middle as you continue to slowly feed her the dessert. Rya's breaths become shorter and shallower as she gets fuller and fuller. "I feel like a balloon," she says, "All full and mushy and ready to pop!"
A warm, lusty chuckle escapes your lips as you shovel in the final slices of the cheesecake. Rya grasps the sides of her swollen stomach with delight, and moans as she tastes the cheesecake on the roof of her mouth. Soon enough, you've pushed the last morsel of the dessert past Rya's lips, and she groans with fullness and contentment. "Fuck," she says, "I love this stuff." She jostles you playfully as she continues to moan. "Ok, hand me my controller? I'm ready to get back into it, now that I'm good and impaired with a sugar haze."
You grin and nod, moving to grab Rya's controller. "Ready, partner?" you ask.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Rya answers with a giggle. She pats her belly, and lets out a belch. "I fucking love cheesecake, especially when a hot guy shoves it down my throat," she giggles.
"Can't imagine who this hot guy might be," you joke. "Maybe I should beat him up!"
Rya teasingly sticks her tongue out and you chuckle, squeezing her soft hand. A moment later, you press a controller into her chubby palm, and she deftly flips the controller into a working grasp and unpauses the game. You lean forward as the action resumes, but you're tickled to see that Rya stays laying back. She's got a gentle dreamy smile on her face, and her controller lazily rests on her bloated, wobbly belly. She looks more beautiful than ever, and you can't help but grin from ear to ear. "Let's kick some ass!" she giggles, well aware of just how fat and lazy she looks, and how her blubbery body contrasts against the hardened super-solider character she's controlling.
"Let's," you say, chuckling. Together you make a cute, playful team as you continue through the story. The sugar rush from the cheesecake has definitely slowed Rya down a bit, but she's still a formidable virtual force. You do wind up having to fight a little harder to cover her slowed reflexes, but the two of you still progress through the story at a steady pace. The pile of emptied snack packages and drink cans grows steadily as well. For the next few hours it's a nonstop press against the evil aliens, but the batteries in Rya's controller eventually force a break by running low. You're actually really enjoying reliving the story, and so is Rya, so you pause the game only grudgingly.
Rya huffs and scooches forwards on the couch, gathering momentum to stand. You stand first and say, "I'll get the charging cords for our controllers."
She smiles and nods. "Thanks, baby," she says, "I could use a little break anyway."
You string the cords out from the TV stand and plug in your respective controllers, then ask, "So what do you want to do about dinner?"
"I don't know," Rya says. "I'm kind of hungry even after all these snacks. Hmm, maybe I could go for some pizza."
"Me too," you say. "What toppings do you want?"
"We're not ordering in," she giggles. "I don't want to get dressed, and you've been running around half-naked all day today too."
"True," you say, smiling.
"I've got some frozen pizzas. I'll do the stuffed crust meat lover's, and you can have whichever you like," Rya replies.
She shifts her weight again, preparing to stand, but you gently touch her shoulder. "I'll take care of the pizzas," you explain.
Rya snickers oddly then says, "Cool, thanks. I need to get up because I need to pee."
You offer a hand to help Rya stand, but she shoos it away. She heaves to her feet with a groan, then flexes her back a little bit. Somehow despite all the movement and jiggling you don't catch a nip slip. Eventually she looks at you and explains, "Anon, you're very gallant and I appreciate the help offers. But when you're really fat like I am, it becomes really important to do things yourself, no matter how hard it might get."
"Of course," you say, though you can't help but feel a little let down.
Rya steps forwards, and brushes her hands along your forearms. "I'm serious," she says. "I'm not afraid of being big, I'm afraid of being helpless." She then takes your hands and looks deeply into your eyes. You stay quiet, since she clearly wants to say more.
"It's a feeling I'm sure you understand well," Rya continues. "I'm happy with my lifestyle and my body right now, but if I start getting too heavy to function easily, I *will* make changes. Can I count on you to support me through them?"
"Yes," you reply simply and firmly. "Also, I would never try to pressure you into anything you're uncomfortable with. Never."
"And I appreciate that, Anon," Rya says.
"I'm sorry," she says, closing her eyes. "This is a hell of a thing to drop on anybody, especially when you've only known them for a few weeks."
"It's okay, really. It's only fair I listen seriously. I certainly dropped a huge bomb of my own on you this morning," you reply, then add, "I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to open up like that. I didn't want to make any assumptions about your weight or fitness."
"Heh, more like my fatness," Rya chuckles, squeezing your hands at her lame pun. "You have my permission to laugh, Anon."
You oblige your girlfriend with a small chortle.
Rya opens her eyes and smiles. "Thanks for being so understanding. You're a good guy, Anon."
"That means a lot, thank you."
"I think you're the first person I've ever said that too," Rya says wistfully.
You smile, but Rya shifts her gaze downwards a bit, seemingly staring through your chest.
"You know," she says somewhat distantly, "I don't really talk this candidly about my weight with people. Usually I just deflect or make a self-deprecating joke about liking food too much."
She then takes a long moment to think. You stay silent, and soon enough she begins opining again, "I don't really know why, but somehow I just feel like I can be honest with you. I just... like being big."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I really do. It feels so... liberating... to be able to honestly admit that to somebody else."
You grip her hands and pull them close to your chest. "This is the part where I should say that I'll be crazy about you no matter your weight, and that is true."
"But?" Rya asks expectantly.
"But I would also definitely prefer if you stayed big, so long as big is right for you."
"Chubby chaser," Rya jokingly scolds you, while also pressing her softness against you.
"Takes one to know one," you retort with a smirk.
Rya glances up to the ceiling smiling for a moment, then plants a quick kiss on your chest, suddenly antsy. She lets you go and says hurriedly, "I really do need to pee now. You'll get those pizzas started?"
"You got it," you say, grinning like an idiot.
Rya spins and waddles quickly out of the living room, moving surprisingly well. You can't help but stare at her jiggling flesh in motion.
Once she disappears into the bathroom, you go into the kitchen and get to work. You dig through the well-organized freezer and easily locate the frozen pizzas, note their requested cook temperatures, and set up the oven. As the oven warms, suddenly Rya pokes her head around an unexpected corner, peering into the kitchen. "You doing okay over there?" she asks.
"Yep!" You reply breezily. "Just waiting for the oven to finish warming up."
"Which pizza did you claim for yourself?" She asks, trotting over and resting her arms on the countertop.
"The mushroom medley," you say, gesturing at nothing in particular.
"Oh, okay."
Rya drums her fingers on the countertop, then asks, "You want some wine?"
"Sure," you say tentatively. "But I've got work tomorrow."
Rya chuckles and smiles, "We're going to go well into tomorrow if we're hell-bent on marathoning Disk's campaign tonight, killer."
You scrunch your face in thought. "I'm still pretty fresh at my new job," you say, mentally tallying up various factors. "But I don't have any meetings tomorrow and I should be able to swing a sick day."
"I'm sure you can get away with it," Rya says cheekily.
"Just so long as we don't make a habit of this," you warn.
Rya giggles, "I'll only be bad for tonight, then."
You nod and turn to check the oven. It's near the target temperature, so you fish the pizzas out of the freezer and start preparing them for baking. Rya then ambles into the kitchen. You look over and see that she's partially re-zipped her undersized hoodie. It's basically now an improvised bra, and it grants her huge soft melons some amazing cleavage. You also see her nipples poking through the thin material.
"What kind of wine would you like?" She asks, after ensuring you got a good look.
"Something red, I think," you say, doing your best to not gawk at her voluptuous cleavage. "What do you like?"
"I've got a couple bottles of decent Merlot," she says.
With your nod and affirmative grunt, Rya momentarily digs around in the pantry, quickly emerging with the two bottles. She sets them on the countertop, then one after another, she deftly extracts the corks. Finally, she pushes one of the open bottles into your hands. "Take this one," she says. "I'll take the other."
Rya doesn't immediately see your confused expression, but when she spins around, holding the other bottle, she laughs then gently taps her bottle against yours. "Where we're going, we don't need glasses. Big drinks for big folks," she explains, then takes a healthy swig directly from the container.
With a grin, you do the same. The wine is rich and velvety, and tastes exactly like what you expected. You take another sip, and so does Rya. The two of you migrate back to the couch as the pizzas bake, sipping at your wine and making some progress – currently prowling around a landed alien frigate, picking off sentries with sniper weapons.
The timer's buzz is a genuine shock, and you look expectantly at Rya. She grins, her cheeks a rich rosy pink from the booze, and makes a show of getting extra-comfortable on the couch, "Well I don't suppose I need to do *everything* since I've got you around now, right?"
You scoff and roll your eyes but smile, and head to the kitchen to retrieve the cooked pies. As you slice up the pizzas, Rya calls back at you, "That smells amazing! Hurry! I'm starving!"
"Working on it!" you call back, "I'm not about to let my adorable sweet dumpling waste away!"
Working smoothly, you then transfer each cut pizza to a serving pan, then carefully bring them to the living room. Despite her hunger, Rya cautiously nibbles at her first piece, well aware of its heat. You sit back down, and dig into a slice of your own. It doesn't take long for the food to start settling comfortably into stomach atop the day's pile of snacks. You devour the first earthy, cheesy slice, and quickly pry up a new one. As you and your girlfriend eat, you reflect on the story mode and how it feels to be revisiting it. Your first playthrough was right around launch, though you did replay the campaign a few more times, genuinely enjoying the challenge. Rya still prefers the mechanics of the multiplayer mode, but finds herself pleasantly surprised by revisiting some of the emotional twists in the story. "I forgot how intense Corporal Kyle's rallying speech at Fort 9 was," Rya recalls. "His voice actor went so hard!"
After a particularly cheesy bite of pizza, you add, "His voice actor is actually a pretty big name. It's a little odd to see him in a bit part like that."
Rya nods. "I wonder who cast him. I'm sure it wasn't for his regular role."
You finish the last bite of your current slice. By now you've finished about half of the mushroom-loaded pie, yet you still somehow don't really feel full at all. You mentally shrug, deciding to just enjoy the moment, and reach for another slice. Before taking another bite, you think. You say, "Y'know I recall an old interview with that actor where he explained he didn't want to be in a major role for a change."
Rya perks up. "Really? Where was it?"
"I don't remember, some small gaming rag maybe," you reply.
Rya smiles, "Still, I think it's neat that he could have fun with his career like that."
You smile back, "Yeah."
Suddenly Rya looks at you expectantly, her thumb hovering over the pause button. Taking the hint, you scarf down your pizza, wash it down with a gulp of wine, and return to your virtual space war. The two of you storm through the remaining campaign missions, detouring for the brutal bonus challenges whenever they pop up. From the initial crash-landing on the Disk, you and Rya effectively lead the surviving troopers on a race towards the Disk's control nexus. Humanity actually managed to get ahead of the alien alliance, so several scenarios involve stopping the enemy from clawing back some slack or figuring out where the nexus actually is.
Back on the couch, the two of you keep yourselves pleasantly buzzed and contentedly overfull all the way into the wee hours of the morning. Your state of overindulgence is somehow transmuted by the thrill of the challenging combat, and you and Rya are properly enthralled by the plot's forgotten twists and turns. After some mishaps with monstrously mutated "native" lifeforms deep beneath the construct's surface, plus a well-intentioned but badly-executed cyberwarfare attempt from your sidekick AI, Tizona, the dastardly aliens do eventually get the upper hand. Briefly. Until you and Rya launch into the final act, exuberantly wrecking the aliens' shit over a whirlwind final hour. You have no real idea what time it is when the two of you finally topple the final boss in the central control room, but you're exhausted yet exhilarated.
You excitedly pat Rya's doughy thigh as the closing cinematic begins, and she wiggles in her seat in response. On screen, isolated gunfire chatters in the depths of the vast Control Nexus, looking for all the world like some elegant Gigerian cathedral with buttresses of tangled wires, contrasting with cold light cast by towering pillars of energy. Rya's super-solider looms over the defeated alien hierarch, lying bloodied on a mirrorlike floor and attempting to find a dignified pose. He's another of the snakelike leader caste, taunting his conqueror with a sneer, "The cycle must end, human! I told you: Resurrection... Is... Pointless!"
Rya's hulking character reaches down, grabs the lanky alien by the front of his once-elegant robes, and effortlessly hefts him off the ground one-handed. His face scrunches up as his haughty demeanor rapidly collapses. Rya's avatar tightens her grip on the alien's robes, prompting the creature to futilely swat at her plated forearm. The faceplate of Rya's character is blank as always, reflecting the beaten hierarch's panicked expression. Her character's gravelly voice intones, "Resurrection is pointless... For you."
You and Rya hoot and cheer as her character carries the squirming hierarch across a catwalk, towards a nearby pillar of crackling energy. With a grunt, Rya's avatar hurls the nefarious alien into the energy beam, where he is seared to ash in an instant.
Rya's super-soldier then jogs back across the cyclopean control room to join a small knot of troopers huddled around a massive, prominent-looking console. Your own character is one one knee, applying med-spray to an injured marine's chest before gently helping the man stand. Lines and conduits on the ancient device glow and pulsate, steadily growing in strength. Holographic symbols begin to appear in the air above the console, quickly rendering a map of the galaxy, with several points of interest highlighted.
"What's all this mean?" One of the grunts asks.
Rya's avatar declares, after a dramatic pause, "I think it means we're just getting started."
The scene fades out as Rya and you sigh in contentment. An echoey, expansive distorted guitar riff cuts through the darkness as the credits list begins to roll. You look over at Rya, and nod. She smiles, and lays a hand on her belly. You smile in response, and lay a hand on your own belly. You suddenly become aware of just how much the two of you have eaten over this long night. You feel like you've swallowed a bowling ball, but the feeling of your stuffed gut is increasingly pleasant rather than uncomfortable. The fullness of your belly prompts a smile, and you savor the delicious ache within. Rya looks at you expectantly, and you nod.
"Let's call it a night," you say.
Rya smiles back, "Ok."
She heaves herself to her feet, and you're surprised to see that she offers you her hands, clearly to help you stand. You place a hand into each warm, soft palm, and she guides you to your feet. "You look exhausted," she says sympathetically. "Come with me, Anon. I won't make you sleep on the couch tonight."
"Are you sure?" you ask.
"Yeah. My bed's really comfy, and plenty big."
You grin and nod, and follow Rya away from the couch, and towards her bedroom. The two of you totter towards Rya's spacious bed, and you crumple onto it sideways. You nearly fall asleep right then and there, but you reach out to pull Rya close. Snuggling up next to her, she replies by pressing her plush body against yours. Her breasts squish flat and warm against your chest, and her big belly molds itself around you. She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, and you feel her lips curl into a smile against your skin.
"You smell so good," Rya whispers.
"I haven't showered since Friday," you chuckle. "I'm sure I reek."
"No way," she whispers gently. "You smell sexy. Manly."
You laugh and nuzzle into her. She kisses the side of your neck, and you close your eyes. Your head is clouding more and more by the second, but you have the presence of mind to move your free hand down. Gently jiggling your way down Rya's fleshy curves, you wind up gently grabbing and wobbling an over-generous handful of her huge ass.
Rya giggles and nuzzles into your neck. "That feels good," she whispers. "But we'll have plenty of time for that later. Let's get you comfy, Anon. You're all but asleep."
You try to protest, but a yawn comes out of your mouth instead. Rya slides off the bed and arranges some pillows, then directs you to lay on them properly. Nary a moment after you slide under the sheets, and you're asleep. The last thing you see for the night is a blushing, half-nude Rya gazing down at you with a pleasant smile.