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(Xenoblade Chronicles 2/Commission)

Pyra hadn't really paid much attention to it until recently, but it seemed like Rex was really pushing a lot of food onto her lately. For a Blade like herself, she didn't necessarily have to eat like a human being did, but food was able to help her grow stronger all the same. Their affinity was able to increase exponentially every time they grew closer, and food, not to mention some feeding sessions, seemed to help influence that rank of power inside of her. Rex knew this, so he was always trying to make sure that his friend stayed full. Pyra didn't mind it, as she rather enjoyed food as a whole, regardless of how much of a 'luxury' it might have been for her. The thing about it was, though, that Rex might have begun overdoing it with filling up her 'pouch', so to speak. She loved every second they spent together, not to mention every dish he cooked up for her, but it was starting to have side-effects that the Blade had failed to prepare herself for.
"A-Are you really sure it's okay for me to eat so much, Rex? I - MMPH - I would wonder if Nia or Dromarch would like some of this themselves."
"You don't have to worry about a thing, Pyra!" Rex reassured her as he grabbed some cheesecake out of the platter in his hand and shoved it into Pyra's open mouth. Some of it managed to crumble down over her chest and onto her face, but it wasn't something that couldn't be fixed with little more than a quick swipe of her napkin. Rex had been quite adamant in his determination to keep her eating. He had apparently heard from some Blade owners that increasing affinity was the best method in ensuring a better time working together as a team. When he had discussed it with Nia, she didn't seem to know a thing about what he was talking about. Pyra didn't seem to know either, and she WAS a Blade. Still, Rex had a good feeling, a good strong feeling, that what he was doing was going to accomplish something at some point. Also, though he didn't want to say it outright, he was kind of enjoying getting to see Pyra eat.
It wasn't like Pyra didn't enjoy the food. No, she absolutely loved it, almost to an unhealthy degree. Actually, saying she loved it exactly to an unhealthy degree wouldn't be off the mark given how she started to gain weight so quickly. Whether it was morning, noon or night, Rex always had something for her to eat. It was almost always something heavy and hearty, too. It was never anything small. Rex was especially prolific when it came to putting together sweets, so he was getting her to eat a whole lot more than usual. Pyra liked it, but it started to affect her waistline in different ways that could otherwise be considered troublesome for her.
Pyra didn't truly notice it until she had started to feel some form of softness, a form of jiggling nature, around her abdomen that had not once existed previously. It was barely even worth calling it a 'pot-belly', but it was something that shouldn't have ever been there in the first place. She noticed it, but quickly put it out of her mind when Rex called her over for her next meal. He basically fed her all of the time. If she wasn't chewing on something freshly-prepared, she was probably waiting impatiently for it. Her eating habits started to really take a turn for the worst as her weight gain picked up in speed, making that ever so slight bulge of flesh on her abdomen turn into something actually worrisome. She started to develop a belly faster than a human. Maybe it had something to do with a Blade's metabolism being different, but Pyra blew up to the point where it started to affect her health, and affect her health it did.
Pyra was normally quite fit, athletic to the point of being able to perform acrobatics. Not so after an extended period of being pampered by her Driver. She became less capable when it came to running, even walking for extended periods was enough to make her bend over wheezing. She did her best to conceal how things were getting more difficult for her, but it wasn't always so easy. She would start getting sweaty and looking flushed, to which Rex would respond by taking out some scones or slices of pie and offering them to her, thinking that she needed a quick meal to help her 'regain her stamina'. Mythra, who existed within the same body as Pyra, kept careful watch of all of this, and she did not like what she saw. Pyra was being far too lenient when it came to Rex's feedings. She was practically letting him stuff her without so much as a single protest. Sure, she could understand liking being fed by the guy, but this was getting to be too much.
Pyra's belly was nothing to sneeze at by the time it got too far for Mythra's tastes. It made her cringe to even look at it, let alone feel it. Her outfit was a pretty unique one to say the least, always hugging her figure like it was the last thing it was meant to do. Still, apparently even a Blade's designated clothing had to reform itself when the wearer started to pack on the pounds. Those thigh-highs of hers were almost cutting off circulation from how they burrowed into her plush hips. Those booty-shorts weren't going to survive for much longer. They were overall getting less capable of covering up her backside, and they had never done that good of a job to begin with. Pyra's sides rolled out in the form of doughy love-handles out of the gaps on the sides of her uniform. They jiggled whenever she ran, but most of the time she was sitting down and being pampered by that boy wielding the sword.
Truth be told, the weight gain still wasn't as bad as it could have been just yet. However, Mythra couldn't stop feeling concerned. It seemed like Pyra was gradually creeping her way into the realm of '200s' when it came to her number of pounds. She just kept getting softer and heavier every single day. After noticing that Pyra's That was enough to make Mythra feel like she had to take a stand, for both of their sakes.
"You need to really take a look at yourself, Pyra. You're getting way too pudgy! You're already wheezing from climbing a single set of stairs!"
"It's...not that bad...I'm just...a little out of shape...because Rex handles so much of the fighting these days..." Pyra tried to wave off the concerns. She had just finished climbing an aforementioned staircase to try and get into one of the rooms at the small inn the group was stopped at. Rex wasn't there, instead working at the outdoor kitchen for guests, clearly preparing something yummy to feed his Blade.
"Come on, Pyra, just feel that tummy of yours already! Are you really not aware of it? Don't pretend it isn't there, you know!"
"I...um...I..."
Pyra noticed it, and when she touched it, her fingers were actually able to sink into that flabby layer of flesh coating her abdomen. Her face went deathly pale...and then her hair began to extend down the length of her back.
"Rex!"
Rex had been sitting in front of the campfire, trying to get the hot cakes to finish baking, when he heard a rather angry Mythra call out to him. He stood up to turn around to face her, but Mythra had already grabbed him from behind. She forced him to turn and look at her, leaving the pan of hot cakes sitting on the ground. She glared down at him. Mythra liked Rex too, but in an ironic twist she had a much more 'fiery' personality than the flame-wielding redhead. Her breasts flew straight up into Rex's face, nearly poking an eye out in the process. They had always been big, but now that they were so up close, Rex could have sworn that they were looking even bigger. Then there was also this soft bump down below pushing against him too. Was that...was that Mythra's belly he felt just now?
"I think you might be overdoing it with the cooking lately, Rex."
"I...I am?" Rex didn't sound like he believed it. Mythra bumped him again.
"Don't try to pretend like you haven't noticed how fat Pyra - and by extension, myself - has gotten lately! This is all your fault!"
"You know I'm not trying to do something like that, Mythra! Pyra really likes my cooking! She loves cooking herself too! I know you like it as well! What's the problem?"
"The more you keep feeding Pyra, the bigger she's going to get! That means I'm going to get bigger too!"
"Oh...uh...I-I figured, since she was a Blade, Pyra wouldn't have to worry about weight gain...or she would be able to work it off in our battles...but I guess not, huh?"
"No, of course not! Ugh, I guess you wouldn't have known, but still, Rex, you were overdoing it!"
Mythra didn't want to have to keep arguing with Rex, as it would ultimately get them nowhere in terms of achieving anything worthwhile. Rex still had food being prepared for Pyra and he was interested in continuing to feed her. Mythra knew that Pyra liked eating Rex's food as well as her own food, plus she simply enjoyed the case of getting to be fed in general. Mythra had two different forces opposing her, and one of them happened to exist inside her own body. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in annoyance, Mythra decided that she would end the conversation here. She would continue to let Pyra control their body, but she was going to keep a very close eye on the both of them. She made her big breasts jiggle as she leaned in closely to ensure that Rex would be able to hear her as she whispered into his ear.
"If things get too far, I might have to step in, okay?"
Rex didn't quite know what to say to that. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. In the blink of an eye, Pyra was now the one standing in front of him. Her uniform changed back into its original black and red state, but it was still clinging rather firmly to the curves she had been developing lately. Every single bulge, every single fold, every single crease was so easy to identify and observe, all because of how tightly-packed she was in her own outfit. It was definitely alluring. Pyra smiled back at him, her cheeks glowing like the flickering campfire.
"Sorry about that, Rex. Mythra is...well, she can be testy sometimes."
"Heh. Yeah. I know." Rex wasn't upset or bothered by Mythra's warnings. Not in the slightest. In fact, he was fairly confident that he would be able to get her over to his side eventually, if he worked hard enough...and if he continued to cook well enough.
"Um, anyway," Pyra did not wish to talk about her weight at all, if she could help it. It was too embarrassing for her, plus it was such a small amount of fat. Nothing to be worried about at all. "A-Anyway, Rex, er, what are you making over there? It smells so good!"
"Say, Pyra, do you want some of these hot cakes? They're almost done!"
Pyra's belly started to rumble. She brought a hand down to her stomach and touched it again. It was like playing with a pillow filled with down feathers. If she kept eating like she had been, it, and the rest of her body, would only continue to get bigger. Still, how could she possibly say no? The meal was sitting right there, waiting to be eaten. Rex was looking up at her with those adorable, hopeful eyes. Pyra's resistance crumbled in an instant. She mentally apologized to Mythra for being so weak.
"I'd love some, Rex. Thank you."
Pyra proceeded to eat the hot cakes as they were offered. Rex smiled brightly, even laughing out loud, when he saw that look on Pyra's face. It was a look that he had become very accustomed to seeing and he could not get sick of seeing it, no matter what. It was a look of pure, utter bliss. Every time she took a bite of the hot cakes, her cheeks would swell in puffiness, a hot flush spreading across her entire face. She loved them when they were doused in butter and syrup too. Rex was so good at cooking, which didn't seem to be a surprise given how he essentially had to make food for himself every day, but there was something about his method of preparation that seemed to add such an extra layer of tastebud-bursting flavor. Pyra opened her mouth again. She closed her eyes, patiently awaiting when Rex would feed her again. She trusted Rex wholeheartedly when it came to feeding her. Mythra may not have liked it, but Pyra could never turn down anything Rex wanted to give her. It was almost like she physically could not resist it. Honestly, though, she was simply gluttonous.
"Mmm...mmph...aahh...it's so good, Rex! How did you make it so good like this?" Pyra couldn't get over it, honestly. She wanted even more, but she also didn't want to be pushy, so she had to sit there and simply HOPE that he would keep feeding her. Given how he was already grabbing more kitchen utensils to keep working. Pyra licked her lips. She definitely couldn't wait.
"Heh, I think the reason that I make it so good is because I know you're the one who's going to be eating it, Pyra. I wouldn't be willing to give you anything less than my very best."
Pyra's heart went all aflutter in her chest, and it wasn't just because she was still hungry. The blush present on her cheeks grew several shades darker until it was almost able to match the color of her blazing red hair. "Th...Thank you, Rex..."
Pyra ate so much that her stomach actually became distended against her uniform. Pyra burped into her fist, then she burped outright. The gas flowing out of her throat had never been something she was very good at controlling. Pyra wanted to apologize for it, but she was overtaken by a throbbing pain in the pit of her bloated abdomen. Even if she could have taken off her uniform, or at least undid the belts, she wouldn't have been able to lessen the pressure. It felt so painful...yet still so good at the same time. With Rex's hand rubbing away some of the pain, it made the stuffed sensations much more acceptable however. Rex grinned back at her. Pyra felt her heart flutter again. She didn't know how she could ever lose weight when this man was the one responsible for it. She literally couldn't bring a single word of objection against him.
"Thanks again, Rex. For the - URP - the meal, I mean!"
"Heh, no problem, Pyra."
"Oh, uh, and thank you...for rubbing...my belly too. Heh heh heh."
"That's no problem either," Rex winked back at her. Pyra knew right away that she had to do something special for the young man. Something that could be considered a worthwhile repayment for everything that he had done for her thus far. Mythra, from inside Pyra's head, could not believe how smitten her other self was.
In the end, the best idea that she could come up with was to cook him something. It seemed like a fair enough trade. However, she didn't want to leave out the rest of their crew, as that would not have been fair, so she concluded to make a meal that everyone could enjoy. That even included Nia and Dromarch, who seemed to have some very specific tastes. Pyra had spent a long time trying to come up with a plan, and because of that, she had gotten fatter during her time off too. Her stomach had started to dangle even more so over her waistline than it had before. Pyra's bottom shorts had become more familiar with the crack of her backside than they had any right to. Sadly, Pyra could do nothing to stop it. No matter how many times she tugged, they would always slip back into that uncomfortable position, nearly disappearing inside of her plush posterior. Pyra had gained more weight in her face and her chest as well. She didn't even know how she got so fat so quickly. These days it was almost like everything she put through her mouth turned into instant fat on her figure, not even taking time to digest or properly spread itself out inside her. A small tear had begun to appear on the fabric around her chest too. It wasn't that big yet, but it was something that Pyra couldn't help being a tad worried about. She could fit a whole chubby finger through it. If she kept gaining weight, this hole would only grow wider.
"Oh dear...I hope that I don't actually end up breaking out of this thing while I'm eating with Rex..." Pyra murmured aloud. She had been staring down at her chest for a while, moving back and forth between carrying the different ingredients with her.
"If it happens, you brought it upon yourself, you know." Mythra remarked.
Pyra rolled her eyes. She didn't have very much to say to that.
It was time for her to begin cooking. Rex and Nia were away on a mission, one that involved them helping out at a local shop to earn some extra money. They didn't need the aid of their Blades for something so small-time like this. Pyra took that chance to put together a proper meal for all of her friends. She wanted to cook something that everyone would enjoy, but the primary person she had in mind for picking the recipe was Rex himself. If she could make something that he would enjoy, to get a chance to see his smiling face when he took that first bite, oh, it would be enough to make Pyra's heart want to burst out of her chest. She giggled as she tried to imagine Rex thanking her for dinner. It really made her feel so fuzzy and warm inside, and it wasn't just because of how hot she was after waddling back and forth so much.
"O-Okay, time to get cooking...now, as long as I follow the recipe properly, nothing should go wrong..."
Pyra was confident enough in her cooking skills that she was sure she could make something worthwhile. She knew most of the ingredients well enough, having had her fair experience with a variety of different vegetables, meats and grains in the past. She could use every available cooking utensil necessary to ensure that no type of dish was impossible for her to prepare. There was only one thing that Pyra could not fight against, that she had no hope against, and it was something she didn't even consider to possibly be a problem at the same time. It was her own stomach.
"Hmm, so if I add in this..." Pyra murmured aloud to herself, dropping some mushrooms and spices into the pot. "And these..." Pyra crushed some herbs in her fist and poured them in as well. She began to slowly stir the pot. As she went at it, her belly began to growl. This pudgy round ball of hers had always growled at what could be considered the most inopportune times. She could go through sudden bouts of hunger even in the middle of a life-or-death battle. Now she was beginning to undergo some very familiar temptations all over again. Pyra stared down into the pot of stew, her tongue running over her lips. If she was going to make this meal...she needed to take at least one or two bites to make sure it was up to par...so maybe could help herself...just a little bit...
"BWUUURP! Ah!"
Pyra let out a gasp of sorts, right after having just let out a pretty unlady-like belch. She had thought that she would only need to take one tiny spoonful to test whether or not the stew was coming along well. It had been coming along well, but it had been so well that she ended up prompting her to eat the entire thing on her own! Of course, this wasn't the stew's fault. It was all gone now, the bottom of the pot actually visible among the few pieces of meat and splotches of sauce still left over. Pyra couldn't believe she had acted so gluttonous! Well, actually, if she thought about it honestly, then it wasn't such a shocking thing at all. Her appetite had truly been out of control lately. She kept playing it off like it was no big deal, but this was clearly the sort of thing that would happen for someone who truly had no self-control.
"Self-control...self-control...I need to start exhibiting some self-control..." Pyra told herself. Her bottom lip trembled. Her belly was so full and warm and heavy. How much more could she hope to stuff into her mouth?
"Heh, it's such a bad thing, but...oh, I'm sure I can make the meal this time...I just need to...f-focus...BUUURP..."
"Mmmmm..." Pyra licked her lips. She leaned forward slightly, her big belly scrunching up against her chubby knees. She was so fat these days, but her hunger was still so strong. Not even turning into a veritable blob was enough to convince her to stop snacking. Pyra tried to resume making the stew again, but it was no use at this point. Every time she grabbed one of the ingredients, it found its way into her mouth long before she had managed to get it into the pot. This wasn't even just a physical change but as much of a mental change too. She was basically thinking like a fatty as much as she looked like a fatty. Thinking about getting the next good meal, choosing to stuff her face with anything that was edible, and being as lazy and comfortable as possible. Pyra tried to cross her legs while sitting in front of the empty pot, but her tender thunder thighs weren't exactly the easiest things to cross. Every time she tried it, her aching leggings would creak so much, the sound was unbearable. Her belly was too much in the way for her legs to re-position themselves as well. She was just too fat. Pyra moaned. She took up an entire mushroom and slipped it into her mouth. A Blade had no trouble eating raw ingredients.
'Eating is...eating is...' Pyra's whole face turned as dark red as her own hair. 'Eating is so amazing!'
It seemed like Pyra had finally awoken to just how exactly she could be enjoying her time, and she could enjoy it best by stuffing her face haphazardly.
The next 'attempt' at preparing the stew did not work out any better than the previous one. Before the day had fully ended, and by the time Rex had returned, Pyra was already lying on the ground with her hands lovingly stroking her big, soft, and exceptionally full tummy. The bags of stew ingredients she had painstakingly collected were all empty now. Everything that had been inside of them was currently being digested to create more fluffy fat for Pyra's frame. Rex couldn't believe what he saw, but a big part of him rather liked it too. Pyra moaned, burping a little. She didn't even try to sit up. There were more rips and tears all over her uniform than there had ever been before.
"Whoa...Pyra...are you alright?" Rex knelt down beside her.
Pyra murmured quietly under her breath. Her hands continued to swipe up and down her stomach. Her big belly jiggled ever gently with each touch. Rex felt himself shudder. It would be wrong of him to say that he did not like this. In fact, he liked the sight of it very, very much.
"A-Are you okay? Do you...uh...need a belly rub?"
Pyra moaned again, not really saying much of anything. She was caught in a state of bliss so mighty that she was practically on the verge of passing out from it. Rex found himself starting to reach out towards her belly. He could almost feel the heat radiating off of it without even touching it. But if he were to touch it...then maybe he could-
"Hey!"
Rex jumped back. In an instant, Mythra had taken over. The portly blonde glared back at Rex, her angry gaze saying everything that needed to be said. Rex didn't have a word to utter himself, only able to grin sheepishly in embarrassment. Given the differences of their outfits, Mythra bulged out of it in much different ways than Pyra did with hers. That skirt of hers was riding up so high, exposing a pair of soft, pale thighs that were bigger and wider than Rex's own head. Even breathing in was enough to send those turgid, bloated legs into a jiggling frenzy, given how much excess skin hung off of them. Her big butt lifted her a good few inches off of the ground all on its own too. Her prominent breast window was barely even just a window anymore. Her breasts were almost literally pouring out of the gap, nearly on the verge of placing the poor Blade into a state of immodest appearance. Her huge tits jiggled just as much as the rest of her, the pillowy protrusions wanting nothing more than to pop out of the constraints that still managed to bind them. Rex couldn't stop staring. That is, until Mythra coughed loudly into her fist.
"I like you a lot, Rex, but please, don't start getting any weird ideas now. I'll do what I can to keep Pyra from getting any bigger. We're-" Mythra attempted to stand back up, but it was a lot harder when you weighed a little over 300 pounds. Her big belly folded itself against her chunky knees. Mythra's chubby face scrunched up with a fierce blush as she struggled. She made several reaches out in front of her, but all it managed to do was make her bingo-wings quiver for Rex's discreet viewing pleasure. "We're...we're not going to get...any fatter...than this! Ugh!"
Rex wanted to help Mythra up, but he had a feeling that the blonde wouldn't exactly accept his help. She was a lot more headstrong than Pyra, so she didn't want to accept that they had gotten so obese either. Mythra's backside continued to wobble behind her as she started to lift herself up. She shook off the sweat that had begun to accumulate on her brow. A few heaving huffs and puffs later, Mythra was finally able to fill her lungs with enough air to speak again. She looked over at Rex and grinned, weakly, back at him.
"S-See? We're not...just a blob...yet!"
"Heh, I guess not." Rex rubbed the back of his head.
"Next time, I won't let - UURP - I won't let Pyra get the better of us!" Mythra stated. She turned and started to waddle away. Even waddling wasn't so easy, not when her thighs kept clapping together every time she took a step. Rex found himself staring for so long he almost thought that his feet would have started growing roots into the Earth. Mythra groaned a little as she slowly, lethargically disappeared down the hillside. Her big belly and her rolls of back-fat were the things that refused to stop jiggling the most. She kept tugging on her skirt too. Whether or not she could prevent Pyra from eating more, that was something that would be left up to debate.
Rex didn't try to push Pyra into eating more after that. He felt a little bad that he was the most likely cause behind the Blade's blowing up. He didn't want to give Mythra a reason to be angry at him and he didn't want to exploit Pyra's good nature by feeding her just because he enjoyed seeing her get larger. However, it seemed he wasn't being given much of a choice. From that day onward, Pyra was more adamant in being fed and getting to feed herself than ever before. In fact, she was rather demanding about it. When the group went to Argentum to gather up supplies, the fire-wielding Blade couldn't seem to stop getting distracted by every single eatery or food stand they crossed paths with.
"Oh, this looks so good!"
"Rex, do you mind if I try some of this? You should try some too, of course!"
"This looks amazing! Ah, it tastes amazing too!"
"Mmmm...it's so...so sweet...!"
Nia didn't have anything to say about it, as she didn't wish to seem like one to judge. Rex was at a loss. He was both enjoying this but also feeling very much conflicted about it overall. Pyra's appetite was enough to keep her busy for hours on end doing little more than stuffing her face. She gobbled down entire skewers of meat and vegetables like they were nothing, even when they had been plucked straight off of the grill. She ate an entire mini-cake in two successive bites. She would eat enough to constitute an entire meal only to somehow find more room inside of her for another few plates of food afterwards. It was almost like every previous meal didn't mean a thing to her or her belly, that she could just keep on eating and eating without a cause to stop. Of course, this made her stomach bulge out something fierce, causing a small tear to open up to give a peek of her belly-button. Her shorts were almost a thong by this point in time. Everything about her body seemed to keep swelling in real time.
Rex did what he could to play off his interests, not wanting to seem like a 'pervert' in front of his crush. Yet then Pyra thrust herself right up against him, her huge breasts wrapping themselves around his arm, and she peered over her puffy jowls to look him deep into the eyes. Rex's heart just about nearly flew right out of his chest when she did that.
"Hey, Rex, I was, um, I was wondering..."
"W-What is it, P-Pyra?"
"Do you know what you might be making us for dinner tonight?" Rex could feel Pyra's overwhelming belly-fat push into him. She was so much bigger than he was. She had already been taller, but at her current width, she could most definitely flatten him if she were to trip at a bad time. Rex could feel the prevailing softness, the wondrous heat, the malleable blubber pressed against his back. It made him tremble. Pyra was really a whole different person ever since she started putting on so much weight.
"I was...I was thinking...pork chops?"
"Ooh, that sounds good! Maybe we can have something sweet for dessert afterwards?" Pyra's eyes literally lit up at the thought of dessert, even after everything she had already eaten today.
"Heh. Of course, Pyra. We can have dessert." Rex grinned back at her.
Pyra jumped up and down. Her breasts flew up high enough to slap Rex in the face, but the woman herself didn't seem to notice. "Oh, thank so much, Rex! I always look so forward to your cooking! You really are...the best..." Pyra said, ending it with a heavenly sigh.
Mythra couldn't say she was all that pleased with the way this development turned out. She had thought that she had made it clear to Rex that she didn't want him trying to feed her. She had indeed, but she had failed to accommodate for the fact that Pyra herself might have been interested in getting fed instead. That girl was so troublesome sometimes, and nothing proved that more than this rampage of gluttony she had decided to take herself on. She was eating everything she could get her chubby hands on and she didn't give a darn what it did to her body. Whatever had happened to make her this way, maybe it had been started by Rex after all, so she could technically hold him responsible, but it didn't seem right either way. Frustrated and conflicted, wishing that she could do something more to fix this issue at hand, Mythra took to having to sneakily take over Pyra's body at times so she could inspect just how bad the damage got. She hadn't done enough to step in and make a stop to it yet.
"Man, that girl! She really doesn't even care if we get so fat that we could break a bed, does she?"
Mythra opened her eyes. A moment ago, it had been Pyra snoring away in her bed. Mythra tried to sit up at first, but it was difficult. Her stomach was so heavy, it almost pinned her into place. She made an effort, though, lightly rocking herself back and forth until she started to rise. Eventually Mythra managed to get up, but the amount of creaking and groaning she managed to produce from the bed was worrisome. If she ended up breaking the hotel bed because of her fatness, the costs would come out of Rex's own pocket. She didn't want to trouble him like that, even after everything he'd done. Mythra took a deep breath. Now she had to try and actually stand up. She slid one massive leg, which was so thick and eclipsed in rolls that it looked like nothing short of a slab of meat, over the edge of the mattress. Her other leg soon followed, her massive stomach constantly wobbling atop her wide lap the entire time. Mythra groaned. Everything about her body was so heavy and warm and difficult to move. How could Pyra have let things get this bad? How could she have let Pyra let things get this bad?
"Ooooh, I'm so faaaaaat! Damn it!" Mythra moaned. Thank goodness Pyra had gotten her own room, so now Mythra could take the time to carefully inspect her enormity in relative peace. She had all night, after all. And there was A LOT of her body to look at.
What she started with first, of course, was her own face. She had such a nice, pretty, slender face before, but now it almost looked as if she had been stung by bees several times over. Her cheeks had inflated so much that she looked like she was permanently squinting. She couldn't believe how squishy they looked. She reached up towards her face with a portly hand and started to lightly dig her fingers into her cheek. She could actually grab a whole handful of it without any problem. It was so disturbing that she had to yank her hand away with a yelp. She started to move her hands, and her eyes, downward. She had a definite double-chin now, the kind that melded with the thick ring of fat protruding out of her neck too. She used to have such a slender neck. Well, really, she used to have slender 'everything' before Pyra let them both turn into a fatass. Mythra turned her head left and right, inspecting her face more thoroughly. She used to be so much prettier than this. Really, this was a legitimate problem that she was experiencing right now. She didn't know why her face had to get so much bigger. She could have sworn that, if she opened her mouth wide enough, something that looked like the beginnings of a THIRD chin started to appear. Mythra cringed. If she focused too much longer on her face, it could potentially drive her mad.
Her breasts were beyond the term of simply being 'big' by this point. In fact, each tit could have been larger than her own head. She tried to lift them up in her hands, but they were so massively fat that they kept rolling over her fingers, making it impossible to keep a proper grip. Her huge arms might have looked tough on the outside, but there was no muscle to be found. Maybe somewhere buried deep, deep, DEEP inside of this adipose, but it wasn't going to be very useful for a fight that was for sure. Mythra grabbed some of the fat on her upper-arm and gave it a jostle. The whole thing just kept shaking and shaking, it was actually a little disturbing to her. God, how could things have gotten this bad? Was the food that Pyra ate really all that good? Mythra was curious to know, but she also really didn't want to know too. If she got addicted too...well...she'd probably become big enough to actually replace a Titan at some point.
"Ugh! Big enough to actually be a Titan! You know, it really does seem possible at this point."
Mythra grabbed her sides and felt up just how loose and floppy her love-handles had gotten. The small gaps of which her sides were exposed were now filled to the brim with oozing blubber, fat that was hanging low enough to cascade over her skirt. Mythra could actually hold her waistline and pinch it. It was all part of her humongous stomach though, the biggest offender of her entire body. She had a tummy that could literally knock a man out cold if she threw it up against him with enough force. Her breasts could easily do the trick too, but her stomach would surely be able to steamroll people with how big it was. She grabbed hold of the massive thing in between her chubby hands. It was softer than expected. She could push as deep into it as she might have liked, but it didn't do anything to make her stomach seem any smaller. Her belly simply gurgled and rose back up again, like dough baking in the oven. Mythra proceeded to take a few seconds to inspect her belly-button. Her belly-button was so deep and so dark. She couldn't even feel the bottom of it when she stuck her finger inside. That never used to be the case before.
"Ahh..."
Mythra never noticed it until now, but if she kept shifting her finger around inside of her belly-button, it was kind of...weirdly stimulating. She yanked her hand as far away from her stomach as she could take it, though. The last thing she needed was to start getting flustered over her big body. She wasn't supposed to find ANY enjoyment out of this! Definitely not! In a huff, Mythra tried to yank her skirt down in hopes of getting it back down over her thighs again. These legs of hers, which had been chafing against one another for ages now, were so big that they kept brushing against doorways. They were so big that they made sitting down something of a struggle, more so than it had any right to be. Her big ass was truly a man-crusher too, just like her belly. Mythra grumbled under her breath. Seriously, any bigger and she could literally burst out of her clothes. To think of that happening...no...no, it was too much for her to handle. Mythra tried to tug her skirt down one more time. She shook, she jiggled, she wobbled, but she didn't get her skirt any further in covering herself up than when she had started. Mythra couldn't stand how fat she was. There had to be something she could do about this. She couldn't simply be THIS out of shape.
"Maybe...maybe I can still cross my legs...or do a jump..."
Mythra made a valiant effort, but it was still no use. She couldn't even begin to cross her chubby legs, not when they were so bulky and unwieldy. Attempting to bend down and touch her toes was hopeless too, as her stomach folded against her thighs and provided too big a bumper to overcome. She couldn't do a back-flip and she wasn't able to make herself jump in the slightest. When Mythra attempted something as simple as a squat, she lost her footing and ended up crashing right down onto her big, flabby butt. The floor itself shuddered underneath her. Mythra laid there, huffing and puffing, gasping in desperation to catch her breath, as sweat rolled down in droves over her fat, fat body. The blonde groaned pitifully at her current state. She was too fat to do ANYTHING anymore. She could provide Rex the extra power he needed, but she couldn't fight alongside him while in this shape. Mythra grabbed her belly and gave it a concerned shake. She was going to have to rethink how she did things from here on out. It might be time she started to consider taking a more hands-on approach in preventing Pyra from descending into further obesity.
If Mythra had had the chance to step on a scale that night, she would have discovered that she was already over 400 pounds. That would have probably had a more profound effect on her than the entire body inspection had. Pyra, however, didn't pick up on anything being wrong at all. She spent every day eating as if it were her last, either doing so on her own or getting Rex to both cook for her and feed her by hand. She loved the attention and she loved the decadent dishes he went the trouble of preparing. The weight piled on her quickly, getting her to be more porcine than ever before. Her big, jiggly ass was breaking chairs left and right. More gaps and holes on the black mesh of her top meant that her cleavage was being shown off in plain sight. The size of her belly meant that she could force more food into it, and by doing so it would make her grow fatter, and then she could keep on eating after that too. It was a vicious cycle, one that Mythra needed to put her foot down for.
"Say 'ahh'!"
"Aaahh~"
As Rex was in the midst of placing something tasty into Pyra's mouth one day, Mythra enacted the best plan she could come up with on short notice. Rex didn't have enough time to stop before whatever he had been holding found its way inside Mythra's mouth. At first, the blonde thought that she had gotten the Driver right where she wanted him. Once she ate this, she would take the chance to chastise him for letting Pyra grow so large. After all, if Pyra grew fat, then Mythra grew fat too, and that wasn't fair in the slightest. Mythra was feeling quite cocky one moment...only for her to start mewling the very next. This...this...whatever it was, it was DELICIOUS! Mythra had always had a strong penchant for sweets, and the piece of food that Rex had placed inside of her mouth was undeniably sweet as anything. Rex started to smile when he saw what a content look appeared on the blonde's cherubic face.
"D-Do you like it?" he asked her. He hadn't expected Mythra to pop in and take Pyra's place, but he was nonetheless intrigued to see what she thought of his cooking skills.
"This...this was..." Mythra swallowed. She didn't want to seem so interested in eating more, but she was already licking her lips. "What WAS that?"
"It was a crepe. I've been working on making a lot of different desserts and I thought that would be a fun one to try. Pyra really wanted one too...heh...you know how she is..."
Mythra sniffed. She looked down at her stomach, which she could barely see past her tremendous tits. She had never looked larger than she did right now, flesh pouring off of her in every direction possible. No wonder Pyra got so big, if she was eating stuff that tasty. "...So that was just ONE crepe, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, but I have a lot of stuff if you're still interested. I mean, I think you'd enjoy them too, Mythra!"
"I dunno..."
"No, really, you will! I mean, it's not as bad as you might think! After everything you two have been through, and from what Pyra has told me, I think you guys deserve the chance to relax and enjoy yourselves like this! Come on! I'm sure you want to eat some more!" Rex held up the plate. Not only were there crepes, but many other tasty-looking snacks to choose from. An entire smorgasbord. Mythra licked her lips again, eyes lighting up. She knew it would do her no good to consume all of this food. But...but...but...she wanted to have that sweet flavor grace her taste-buds again.
"I like you, Rex, so I want to give you a chance. Um, try and convince me then. I'm willing to hear you out."
Rex did his very best to 'convince' her by feeding her one tasty, fattening snack after another. He didn't relent, even when she started moaning out loud. She was constantly gulping something down, never showing signs of wanting him to actually stop. This was a behavior that he would have expected more from Pyra, who was always so eager to be fed. Mythra had made it clear multiple times that she did not agree with these feeding sessions, but it seemed that she was starting to come around to accepting them after all. Rex didn't know for sure, nor was he going to risk asking, as Mythra's mouth was too full for her to be able to speak. Everything that entered Mythra's mouth was delicious. She had never once eaten food that could be compared to the delicious flavor like this. Every bite, every crumb, every glob of sweet cream, it was enough to make her want to reel in amazement. Mythra didn't want it to stop. She couldn't MAKE herself stop even if she wanted to. She was hooked. Totally and completely hooked, and it had happened so easily.
'Ah...I was so weak all along...I was just as much of a pig as Pyra after all...' Mythra thought, and yet that line of thinking didn't make her want to despair as much as she would have expected it would.
Mythra managed to eat so much food that her stomach became quite distended as a result. So stuffed and distended, in fact, that a loud ripping sound around her abdomen signaled the tearing of some very precious fabric. A hole opened up vertically over her stomach, exposing her belly-button to the world and to a very embarrassed Rex. More and more seams came apart all over her body, gaps that allowed soft bubbles of flab to pop out in spades. Mythra moaned, and then she started belching very, very loudly. Such a boisterous belch it was that it made her whole abdomen bounce. When her belly flopped back onto her lap, it did so in a manner that produced a loud and booming clap. Mythra moaned, falling backwards against the set of pillows Rex had set for Pyra earlier. By the Gods themselves, that had been one HELL of a meal. She rubbed her belly over and over again. She couldn't believe she had eaten so much...or that she had actually enjoyed every single second of it. What a wondrous sensation it was, to be so utterly bloated and filled to the point of feeling like you could pop. So Pyra went through something of this caliber every single day? That girl should have said something about how it felt! It was...it was...
"...That was good." Mythra said, before hiccuping. She huffed and puffed, trying to keep herself steady, even as the food slowly moved throughout her body. "Mmph! O-Okay, I will admit that wasn't something I'd want to only do...once! MMMPHUURP...BUUUURP...e-excuse me!"
Rex smiled with both his eyes and lips as he knelt down beside the enormous, voluminous Blade. He reached out to her with his arms spread. He slipped his limbs around her as best as he could manage. Given her already enormous width, it wasn't easy for Rex to hug her, but he did what he was able to handle. His arms sank deep into the pudge of her upper-arms, causing it to overlap them. Rex rested his head onto her shoulder. Even Mythra was comfortable enough with him to let the young man do that with her.
"See? You don't have to feel bad. You enjoyed it as much as Pyra usually does. There's no reason for you to deny it, Mythra! Just enjoy it and be happy! Trust me, you'll be so much better for it!"
"I...mm...I guess I'll give it some consideration..."
"Heh, I'll keep feeding you any time you ask! Just say the word, and I'll do it without a moment's hesitation! You can count on me to keep you full and happy!"
Full and happy, huh? Mythra shut her eyes, sinking back into her own blubber out of comfort. She figured it was alright to change back now. Rex watched as Mythra's hair receded, changing from a golden blonde into the fiery red he was more familiar with. Her outfit might have changed appearance too, but it was still left in tatters because of her weight gain regardless. Pyra opened her eyes. She had the cutest little grin on her big face. Rex could have kissed it because of how its undeniable cuteness, but he didn't want to risk intruding upon her personal space without explicit permission just yet. Still, he wasn't going to hold back with expressing how he felt.
"I love both of you like this."
"I know you do, Rex. Mythra knows too. She's just shy about admitting it." Pyra giggled, which made her entire 500-plus-pound body tremble too. "So, um, Mythra went and ate everything you had prepared for me, right?"
"Oh..." Rex looked down at the empty platter beside them.
"Do you mind...?"
"Whipping up another batch? You don't have to say another word! I'm on it!" Rex laughed. He took the platter and ran off back to the kitchens with it. By the time he would return, he would have an entire batch of fattening, calorie-laden snacks and treats to help Pyra get even bigger. The ever-hungry Blade was eager to keep on eating. Now that Mythra understood just what feeding entailed and how good it felt, she likely wouldn't try to interrupt it ever again. Pyra was relieved about that. She couldn't wait to stuff herself some more. Her immense belly, which sat ever so comfortably between her spread thunder thighs, was aching to be stuffed all over again. It never seemed to be fully satisfied. Funny thing, neither did Pyra herself ever feel the same way. No, she was sure that she could keep eating, and she WOULD keep eating until she had blown straight out of her outfit. Mythra would understand it. There was no contention between the two of them anymore.
"I'm going to eat until I explode!" Pyra said aloud, giggling right afterwards. She almost meant it too.