Ouro Kronii awoke to the sounds of sizzling bacon and the gentle struggle of a curvy, bare-chested brunette halfway through the Herculean tasking of covering the pale cellulite-dimpled expanse of Kronii’s gut beneath her double king-sized sheets without interrupting the ear-splitting, open-mouthed hoggish snoring that accompanied her beloved stud of an idol’s sleep.
”Morning gorgeous” smiled the blue-hair behemoth, flashing the blushing brunet a smug grin that sent the curvy cutie bouncing over to her side and beginning a passionate kissing session that ended with her D-cup breasts disappearing down the vtuber’s hungry gullet, finally joining the twelve buxom beauties that had entered the blubbery behemoth’s bedroom the night before. Kronii rubbed her gargantuan gut, letting rip a crass belch before rolling over onto her still-squirming belly and making the first of many attempts to lift her multi-tonne bulk off the luxurious mattress. By the time Kronii took her first step of the day she was already breathless, sweaty and flushed pink as any of the effortless conquests the irresistible hunk of blubber had made.
Each inch of the obese streamer, from her chubby cheeks, constantly stuffed with beer, junk food and a buffet of beautiful babes to the thick cascade of chins that were hard to determine from the thick blubber of her arms or overflowing bounty of her chest, whose massive and love-bite marked nipples rested atop the first of many overblown tires of fat that made up the enormous heart-breaker’s greedy belly, had been kissed, licked, pampered and eventually made fatter still by dozens, if not hundreds of women, the adoring fans that made Kronii the most popular vtuber, if not person, in human history.
Her incredibly flabby ass and hips told the same story, thick lovehandles and dropping cheeks made massive by the contributions of her eager meals, who would throw themselves at the glutenous “play-boy” even when the her seat-swallowing pants failed to contain a deep, sweaty ass cleavage, the Grand Canyon of careless plumber’s cracks that women seemed to be drawn to as inexplicably as a Black Hole. Often the enamored admirers had to be pulled blue-faced and dripping wet from the vtuber’s ass-crack, battering aside concerned onlookers to give the the blue-haired blob their number, promises of eternal love and an eager invitation to what would be their last meal- if they even touched their plate before being gleefully swallowed by the narcissistic glutton. Even her jiggling legs and feet so fat they could barely fit into a pair of untied sneakers where overburdened with more soft, luscious fat that to her hordes of female was the paradoxically most masculine thing in existence.
Forgoing any bra, both out of brashness and due to a lack of options for someone her size, Kronii slipped on a food-stained t-shirt that barely covered her weighty chest, yet alone the first of her stomach rolls, stepped over the pile of carelessly discarded panties that marked her latest binge and squeezed her way into the kitchen, her belly growling like a starved beast and, as always, accompanied by her unique, overpowering musk, a potent mix of sweat, sex and the leftovers of her massive, carelessly consumed meals. The rank stench perfectly encapsulated the vtuber- hoggish, direct and overpowering in spite of the boundless femininity of her pampered, grossly-womanly curves. Kronii’s chest, overflowing hips, beach-ball ass cheeks and fecund, frequently filled belly made an ancient fertility statue look like one of the stick-thin supermodels whose dead numbers filled the pudgy-fingered fatty’s phone, and somehow this still drove women crazy. Stretching her top so that its unrefined message of “I fuck on the first date” could be easily read, Kronii took several seats at the food-wrapper littered table that her room-mate Anon had scooped clear for the slovenly chuuba and dug into a hearty meal of eggs and bacon, the sloppily chewed scraps of her breakfast landing on the almost completely digested girl she snacked on earlier.
Still a WIP, what do you think?
