topple my grace? I think not.”

A huff, accompanied by various ripples begged to differ… She was probably just a few sandwiches away from a wardrobe malfunction if anything.

backwards…The sheer difference in power was apparent, no matter how fat she was.

“You suggested that I can’t achieve bounty AND class, you slobby sinner.”
This time it was Vados poking firmly into Mendy’s chest.

“Your only sense of truth has been that I DO wear the weight well. But does that

glorified udders ready to tear free from her top did Vados’ patience run thin, unlike her body.

“Hmph…! While I’m delighted to find you admitting a compliment this time, I can’t ignore your obvious implication from earlier.”

This time, the tub of divine lard belly bumped Mendy into staggering

Lardass.

Brushing against her cavern of a navel and folds of her sagging belly. Patting her jiggle prone rear that was so exposed in the obviously torn garment that it would be a stretch to call her modest. It was only when Mendy tugged and stretched her heavenly second chin and grazed the

Mendy hardly had to move fast when circling the porker of a lady. Her sluggish and awkward waddle looked to chafe her hammy mounds she dubbed thighs-Allowing Mendy to poke, pinch and palm at her tender fat.

So jiggly… Plush to the touch, somewhat cool against their fingertips for an out of shape

Vados simply stayed stood up, gorging on her meal, licking her digits clean of splatters of sauce, almost looking too transfixed in the types of flavours that had her looking as hilariously rotund as she does today- Had it not been for her consistent and harsh, lavender eyed glare.

outlandishly caloric food with a splatter of sauce hitting her fat, multi chinned face- Though she retained that same glare, even when pigging out.

“You shhould weally… SCARF… Reshearch youwe owhn… Huph… Habitsh, before cashting judgment onto others… URP…”

Mendy noticed the sudden glow of her staff, followed by the less than subtle manifestation of a rather mighty sandwich, towering tall with meats, cheese, sauce and the distinct glistening of butter

The angelic landwhale pulled away, grabbing and biting into the

Mendy could just feel Vados’ belly press into her own, but completely dwarfing the pale mound in size and scale.

“If you have nothing nice to say, then you best keep stuffing your mouth and save me the headache.”

And to top it all off- Vados’ belly was STILL rumbling.

With a huff and a scowl, the taller blue butterball leaned forward to loom over Mendy, wagging her fat finger before poking THEIR notable potbelly in an authoritative manner.

“And since when was hypocrisy a virtue? You’re hardly on the slim side yourself.”

It seems that demons aren’t considerate enough to do the same. How utterly shocking.”
Whether she was pouting or her face was just that plump was unclear.

and spinning it around from between her sausage fingers with astounding skill, followed by Mendy herself getting thwacked on the hand and being forced to pull it back.

“Hmph… I still have the know-how in MANNERS to not make unwanted comments on a figure’s waistline…

over any sense of grace.

As Mendy pat the angelic swell, her hand sunk in perhaps a bit too deep, allowing the demon to feel a growl against her fingers, as well as the ensuing burp that left her plump lips.

“Excuse youuURP-?”
Vados covered her mouth with a fake cough, before grabbing her staff

Indeed- For an oh so high and mighty angel that practically oozed etiquette and control… It was Vados’ own snacking habits that made her class take a tumble.

Belches, her awkward waddle, practically using her staff as a mobility stick when full to the brim. It all oozed with wobbling mounds of fat

Now I have seven notifications, please, I don’t know who you are😰

Mai huffed a boastful breath before laying both her hands on Mendy’s side, then rolled the demon onto her fat padded back.

“Hnngh…! Phew… Thankfully, you’ll be rolled out the door soon enough. Though we have been looking to replace the crushing ball for a while…”

swelling of her plump kissers above a first and recently emerged second chin made the demon’s pouting all the more amusing.

“Well, I’m afraid that the emperor isn’t a fan of solicitors. But look on the bright side, the traps that are off for cleaning would be far more effective!”

Mai’s lips were curled into quite the snide smirk, whilst their eyes reflected more interest. The swelling dollop of ink was simply transfixing- Curves growing larger and larger until they assumed the definition of fat filled folds, shape growing to a rotund parody of its previous form, even the-