Extend the Story - Add a Room

Bigger Morgana, Bigger Mila

By: Drakin

Impossible as it seemed the competition continued. Neither Morgana nor the wolf girl seemed ready to give up as the pies disappeared down their throats with a strange nearly identical rhythm. Though the wolf girl was not immune to the effects hers were certainly the lesser changes of the pair. her bloat stomach, left free from her exposed shirt and loose pants rolled down between her legs, stretching a little more to accommodate the food she was eating. But it was just a food filled sack.

Morgana meanwhile was becoming a mound of fat.

It was as if all she ate simply digested instantly into more soft pounds to roll onto her frame. Her shirt was stretched to the limit over a pair of watermelon sized breasts and had begun to tear. Though a few males watched eagerly a collective soft groan of disappointment went up as a stage hand walked up behind Morgana and draped a large sheet over her shoulders to cover them. She spared him only a questioning glance then resumed stuffing her face as her now foot thick double chin began to roll down into her cleavage.

Somewhere under the table, buried under six inch love-handles and a belly large enough to hold all of Darius inside the remains of Morgana's belt broke, soon followed by the upper portion of her pants. The tears spread in fits and spurts down her legs, seams splitting and gaps widening until the remaining cloth was all but tatters on the three chairs that now supported her wide rear end.

Mila watched it all with such fascination she barely registered flagging down three more vendors for food, the consumption of which was doing a number on her own wardrobe. Her pants strained and again dipped as she struggled to pull up the waistband over a rear end three sizes too large for them. The sash over her breasts creaked with every movement as her once tiny perky breasts had swelled to full melons and rested on a belly as large as a large pumpkin. The only reason Leeko and Darius had failed to notice her change from their seats behind her was their own fixed attention on Morgana's impressive size.

Finally the one thing that could pull Mila away from the competition hit her: Her mouth ached with thirst.

Seeing no drink vendors, she slowly slid off the bench and stood. Though she felt strangely off-balance she attributed it to sitting too long for the moment. Carefully she slid past the other observers as she gave the seat of her pants another tug.

Fortunately there were vendors right outside the room selling their wares and despite a small line it at least curved past the doors so Mila could still crane her neck to watch as Morgana finished off the last pie and the next course began. It looked to be huge serving bowls of pudding.

Before she could be sure though Mila had her attention pulled back to the vendor, a somewhat portly Bluejay. "What's your pleasure, miss?"

"Um..." Mila though as she looked at the sign, "Give me a fruit punch. In your largest sized cup."

"One bucket o' punch coming up," the crow smiled and indeed what he hauled out looked like a bucket. As Mila bent to get it though a loud tear sounded behind her and her face went pale.

The crow however just gave a good natured chuckle, "Don't worry Miss, we've all been there. I can recommend a good tailor if you like."

And like that the spell was broken. Kinda.

Mila looked down at herself for the first time and gasped at the changes she'd gone through. True Morgana was much bigger but the changes to her form were no less noticeable. She payed the jay and took her drink back to the doors, but hesitates as she stood next to the stands gulping from it. What would Darius and Leeko say? Morgana was already a huge butterball (something about that thrilled Mila to no end), but having two fat masses on the ship? Surely something drastic would have to be done about it, right?

Mila stood there for some time trying to decide what to do. Eventually...


Choice One: She returned to her seat... only to discover to her surprise Darius and Leeko have been snacking too!

Choice Two: She waits out the competition where she is, Morgana looks to be on the verge of victory anyway.

Choice Three: Mila stays where she is, biting her lip as Morgana seems like she's about to drop out of the competition.

Choice Four: Mila sucks it up and puts on a brave face. So what if she was fat? Morgana looked sexy, she could look sexy too. She wouldn't let anyone tell her she couldn't be whatever size she wanted.

Mila loves herself no matter her size (Possible coin TF.)