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Dealer’s Choice - Princess Connect WG
🕑 Added 2020-07-28 14:12:21 +0000 UTCArt by Thebreadguardian and Fefero-kun (Bonus Interaction)
“Kyaru-chan should be back with our lunch ingredients real soon! She’s the only one who can still fit out the door without me having to constantly do the remodeling so we let her get the groceries. I can’t wait to see what she brings back!”
The tiny bell at the front of the guild hall tingles its shrill chime.
“And here she is!”
The ‘most mobile’ member of the guild still barely grazed the sides of the open doorway as she hoisted her load inside. An enormous cat girl was breathing heavily as she waddled her way to the dining table which she grabbed onto for support. Her face was flushed with effort as she mopped the sweat off her brow and the multiple rolls which clung to her outfit like a second skin.
“My god, Pecorine, why the hell do you have to order so much! This is even more than last time!”
“Sorry, Kyaru-chan! It’s just that we go through it so quickly, I thought we would make less trips if we stocked up more.”
“It doesn’t work if you just eat more with each meal! Every damn day you make me go on these absurd grocery runs and the people in the city give me weird looks because they could have sworn that they saw me here yesterday buying just as much! It’s super embarrassing!”
The cat girl lifts her belly out of her over tight skirt which barely covers her gargantuan thighs as she fans herself with a flabby hand. The sound of buttons clattering across the wooden floor as she relaxes the gut she had been holding in echo through the entrance as she hastily attempted to shed her clothing. Her thighs look uncomfortably chaffed from waddling so often that you could tell her discomfort was feeding into her bad mood.
There were only three members of the guild on paper and all of them were whales. Your hopes of a stealthy assassination were all but dashed if you had to rely on this butterball feline to help you take your revenge. You begin to scan for an unbarred window as you plot your escape to come back another day as you slink back behind Princess Pecorine’s shadow.
The princess cleared her throat loudly.
“Um, Kyaru-chan, we’ve got a guest with us today...”
Your bulky cover shifts to one side in a single, swift motion allowing you and the new arrival to make awkward direct eye contact. Pecorine’s eclipse descends upon you once again, just as quickly as it had initially left, as she pushes you from behind and towards the overweight cat girl.
“Come! Meet our new applicant! First impressions are important!”
Kyaru’s eyes grow wide as she struggles to refasten her clothing. Flustered shock gives way to embarrassed horror as she can see your body rocketing towards her, plastered against the living bed of the princess’ mighty belly.
“No, wait! Don’t just-”
Her words are cut short as you slam full force into the second wall of feminine obesity. You stare up at Kyaru meekly, a mouth full of her flabby breast forced into your mouth as your body is sandwiched between the two girls. Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes as the gravity of your forced assault grows even heavier with every misplaced grope your panicking hands make in vain efforts to free yourself from all that cascading flesh.
“PECORINE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!”
Darkness obscures your vision as the flabby cat girl leans over the princess’ belly to seize her enormous cheeks. She was unwilling to admonish a stranger, no matter how offensive their behaviour, but clearly had no trouble voicing her discontent to someone more familiar. Breast and belly mashed together in your waiting mouth as you slowly attempted to pry yourself from between the mountainous women. You feel the dagger slip from your back pocket, along with your cloak and other belongings as you forcefully slide between the hot and heavy crevasses of their exposed folds.
Passing through their thighs after what seems like an eternity, you gasp for life giving air. You are reborn once again into the world and are given new perspectives. They’re bigger than you, stronger than you and are a hell of a lot more unpredictable than you could have ever dreamed as you crawl out and away from the colossal women. So focused on keeping your hands and knees continuously moving one in front of the other, that you barely notice them stop moving as your head collides with another belly hanging meer inches off the ground.
