Mix and Match Results Round 5

"Okay Marn, this... isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I should do more local coverage."

Marni's big green eyes blinked dumbly, catching the flicker off of the harsh white lighting, before her brow furrowed in confusion. The extra padding surrounding her face, folding over the corners of her mouth, just made her dumbfounded expression all the more painful to look at. She opened her mouth in rebuttal, her chin coming to rest and press against the swaddling fold of fat that acted as her second.

"What do you mean Cass? We're right here, and you've got all-access to one of the most heated rounds of Street Fighter in history! This is like... major!" Marni threw her flabby arms towards the small crowd of aforementioned gamers that had come to watch the spectacle, "Seriously, I've been following these guys for months on Youtube? BlackDeathStar is awesome! I had no idea he even lived here until—"

Oh how Cass had regretted letting Marni borrow her little brother's XBox.

But was it really her fault? Cass was just being a good cohost, trying to cheer her friend and former colleague up after a particularly nasty accident in the move to Daven's Port; how could she have possibly known that her friend would have gone so far off the deep end?

Even after Marni's recovery, her long absence meant that she had to leave the show for good, they'd stayed pretty close! She had even helped her get a job at Gamestop, using her aforementioned little brother, even. Sure they didn't get to hang out as much, what with Cass' demanding schedule as a radio talk show host, but... you know, you would have thought that she would have seen this coming.

Marni—one of her oldest, closest friends—had become a big fat couch potato... gamer geek!

All those hours on the couch wasted, stuffing Doritos into her face with what must have been reckless abandon. Her muscles wasting away as she buried them beneath pound after pound of soft, doughy gamer body. She looked to have grown so much, in fact, that even her Gamestop polo looked too tight on her; it left a solid inch of belly blubber peeking right out from underneath the hem of her shirt, rolling over the waistband. And there was no way that shirt didn't at least have two X's.

She'd even stopped wearing her contacts—her fat little face was smooshed by those glasses!

Oh Marni, how could you have done this to yourself?

"M-Marni, I... I don't think..."

"Oh come on Cass, it'll be fun!" Marni pouted, "I went out on a limb for you!"

"Trust me, I don't think I'll have to try too hard to get to stay here." Cass said distastefully as she surveyed some of the pimplier patrons of the store, "Something tells me it'll be a while before that one is in the same room with a girl willingly."

"Who, Jason?" Marni asked, "Nah, he's nice."

"You know him?" Cass scoffed, "Marni, come on! You don't have to..."

"No he's so cool!" Marni jittered excitedly, her jowls wobbling as she spoke, "He's got this character in ESO—so awesome."

"So you... really like all this?" Cass held her hands out wide, gesturing to all the... this that was going on, "All this... gamer stuff?"

"Omigawd yasss!" Marni held her mouth open with a wide smile, her chubby cheeks dimpling excitedly, "I love it! And, you know, since you're still doing the show, I thought maybe you could give us... a little publicity?"

"A little publicity, huh?"

"Pleeeeease?" Marni whimpered, pooching out her lower lip. She squeezed her tits together with her two pillowy arms and clasped her fluffy hands together pitifully, "My boss would really appreciate it..."

"...I want to give coverage." Cass finally relented with a snort of laughter, "Like... live coverage. I'll put it on the KISS website."

"Awesome~" Marni squealed as she ushered her friend to the prepared media seating, "I'll get you some Doritos, don't you move!"

It wasn't all bad, she supposed...

That blonde guy was pretty hot.

The, uh... the character. Not the blonde guy controlling him.







"Why do you have to be such a... such a bitch all the time, Mother?!"  Alice snapped, ignoring the present third party as she and her mother stood arguing in the living room, "You always do this! You always bring up my weight—even when it has absolutely nothing to do with the argument at hand!"

"I do not always bring up your weight!" Jan snapped back, "Alice, I swear you sound more and more like your sister each day—"

"You do! You totally do!" Alice spat, "Gawd, I wish you were as fat as you are mean; that way you'd finally shut up about my weight and listen to me!"

Jan gasped, inhaling dramatically.

"How dare you." she began, oblivious to the softening of her face and the shake to her step, "I am your mother, young lady! And as long as you live under my roof, you'll—...what?"

Alice stopped her rebuttal. Not out of shame or out of fear, as she had stopped herself in so many times before, but out of... shock! Her mother... her mother was getting fat! Like, right before her very eyes! And jan seemed to notice it now too, staring in wide-eyed terror as her hands began to soften and her arms began to thicken, her wrists slowly disaapearing beneath an inflation of... of fat!

All eyes turned to the third party in the room—Aziza, the self-proclaimed genie of the lamp. Where she had been mostly stoic, if not somewhat sarcastic, throughout most of their encounter (as it had quickly become another increasingly common Jan vs. Alice shouting match), the slender cinnamon-colored woman looked to have been in the middle of some sort of dance number. The red viels draped around her swirled and fluttered as she clapped her hands and shook her hips alluringly. And as she danced longer and longer, Alice's mother only continued to get fatter and fatter, until...

"What did you do?!" the newly obese woman roared, her jowls wobbling in a fury, "A-Alice, y-you made a wish!"

"I-I did...?" Alice took a step back in terror, horrified by what she had done, "I-I made a wish..."

"Yup." Aziza said flatly, her nasal tone reaching past the face veil as she crossed her arms, unimpressed, "One down, two to go."

Jan took a moment to survey her body, as did her daughter. The perfectly slim, tiny tyrant had nearly tripled in size, until she was almost... no, matching her youngest daughter in weight! They had been cursed with similar figures, even! Jan's belly had grown and grown until it flopped right over her jeans (having been magically stretched to fit, apparently). It folded into two distinct belly rolls, and was so thick and meaty that she lost her fingers knuckle-deep in her excavation of her big blubbery body.

"I-I am so sorr—"

"No you're not!" Jan whipped back, "Admit it! This is what you've always wanted—a big fat mother so you... so you and that awful sister of yours can eat whatever you want and you think I won't judge you! You bunch of... you bunch of fatties!"

Alice's gut curdled like soured milk. Her Mom had been mean before, but this... this was a new low.

"A-And what's the first thing—the very first thing that you wish for?" Jan grabbed her big jelly belly and shook it, "You make me a house!"

"Mother, I didn't—"

"She really didn't." Aziza snarked, "If she wanted to make you a house, you'd have a chimney right now."

Jan fumed, her fat face turning bright red. Alice had seen this look before, right before her mother was about to explode. Usually it was directed at Mel, and there wasn't a magical genie involved. Surely, if they could just talk this out...

"I wish you were twice as fat as you made me!"

At once, Aziza began to dance, and Alice began to inflate. Suddenly, and shockingly. It wasn't a slow, steady spread like her mother's had been. Alice was taken aback by all the changes happening in her body.

Her gut grew and grew, lurching out from around her waist and sagging towards the floor, spreading her inflating arms out farther and farther outward as her figure continued to swell. Alice's head sunk into her second, then third chin, her knees buckling as their newly fattened shape struggled to support her climbing weight. Four, five, six hundred pounds of fat finally settled onto Alice's frame, and it had left her exhausted. Her huge chest heaved and ho'd, struggling to catch her breath as Aziza's dance came to a close.

"Mother!" Alice wheezed, pointing an accusatory but doughy arm at the accused, "How could you... you could have just wished yourself back to normal!"

"A petty wish, but a wish still." Aziza filed her nails with an emory board, "One more and it's back to basic cable in my lamp."

"That wouldn't have taught you your lesson!" her mother spat back, as she took a big jiggly handful of her hugeness "I can work this fat off! All by myself! You? You'll probably just keep ballooning up until you can't get off the couch!"

"So you make me HUGE?!" Alice roared, "Mother that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"

"Oh, you think so?" Jan spat back, a crazed twinkle in her eye, "I've still got one wish left sweetie. Since I'm so disciplined and could totally lose all this junk in my trunk that you so lovingly gave me all by myself; I could use it for something else, if you'd like!"

"Mother... no..." Alice gulped

"Oh yes, sweetie." Jan smiled darkly, "I just wish that I could show you the sheer size that I’m about to make you, just so you'd know just how badly you screwed up when you decided to wish ill on your mother!"

"Uh..."

"There it is!" Aziza clapped her hands, "Three wishes down. I'll be done with my dance in time for Maury."

"No!" Jan whispered, "I-I didn't mean it! Alice, I-I—WOOPMH!”







The Flatterly-Underwood abode was a cozy one.

There was something about the down-to-earth, home-grown approach to Eri’s decor scheme that mixed so well with Mia’s overtly hippie approach. It wasn’t a seamless blend by any means; it was still plainly obvious that Mia had done the moving in, judging by her apparent lack of family photos hung up along the walls of the cabin, but it worked.

Courtney had heard tale of the cabin being renovated for some time now, and she assumed that it had been in anticipation of housing two such... statuesque members of the facutly together. Wider doorways, bigger bathrooms, et cetera. Once Mia and Eri had begun openly dating Ms. Polluck had been nothing but supportive. And when they had taken this big step and wanted to move in together all those months ago, no one was happier for them than Courtney.

It was just... a little thing.

Well, not so little.

“Mm-mmm that’s good eatin’!” Mia declared cutely as she pat her gut for emphasis, sending the massive ocean of oozing flab into high tide, “Isn’t Eri just the best chef, Sister Farron?”

“Please, call me Courtney.” Assistant Coach Farron said with an uncomfortable giggle as she watched Mia’s massiveness move on its own

“Yeah c’mon sweetheart. Y’ain’t with the girls anymore. No need fer all that “sister” nonsense.”

Eri Flatterly, the head chef of Buttercombe Academy, came into view from her trip to the bathroom. Her large frame filled the doorways, even of their cabin. Her belly bobbed from side to side with every step, her fat arms waving at the sides. Even her chins bounced as she waddled over to the kitchen to wrap one squishy arm around the shoulders of her girlfriend.

“I guess so...” Mia relented, pushing past her chubby cheek to kiss Eri’s hand

“Atta girl.” Eri said with an appreciative pat of the top of Mia’s overgrown gut as it sat triumphantly in front of her; rolling off the chair, and filled to the brim with the night’s epic dinner. Mia squealed at Eri’s approval, her fat little toes trying to clench.

“I’m gonna go get dessert ready.” Eri said after she knelt down, with a grunt, and kissed Mia on her sagging cheek, “Courtney, you up for some pie?”

“Uh...” Courtney eyed Mia’s massiveness cautiously, watching her push and press idly into her overstuffed stomach like it was nothing, “No thanks!”

“Suit yourself!” Eri called out as she headed back into the kitchen, massive ass swaying with every labored step, “More for us, right Mimi?”

“Right!” Mia giggled girlishly, taking long appreciative looks as her tough-as-nails Texan girlfriend waddled away

“It really is your loss.” Mia said with a smile as she turned back to Courtney, “Er-bear makes a great pie.”

“I can see that.” Courtney answered back flatly.

Could she not see what this relationship was doing to her? Did Mia just... not care that she was slowly blimping up into the size of a small automobile?

Mia had never been exactly small but... it was pretty obvious to everyone that Mia Underwood’s days as even just mildly obese were long gone!

Seated in a special reinforced bench, one that Courtney recognized as the ones that the SSS reserved for only the heaviest of the heaviest girls on campus, Mia’s generous spread easily encompassed the entire length, width and depth of her seat. Her ass was so big that she could see it pouring out from the opening that the seat left, her backfat clogging the slots left by the wood. Her belly sagged low to the ground, bouncing and scraping against the floor every so often. With wide, wobbling arms, Mia cupped her enormous belly lovingly, cooing happily to herself as her stomach yearned for an easier digestion.

How could she be so...

Happy? Like this!

“Oh I know.” Mia said abashedly, one sausage-fingered hand coming to brush against her cheek in embarassment, “She spoils me.”

“Uh, yeah...?” Courtney ventured

“But it’s just so... perfect! All of this! You know, I never thought I’d wind up with someone like Eri. She’s so loud and boistrous. And she gets all mad at the drop of a hat, her aura’s all... murky and I don’t like that. But together, all wrapped up... it just works!”

“Good, uh... good for you?” Courtney smiled awkwardly, “I’m glad you two are... happy.”

“Oh don’t be so obvious, Sisterrr... er, Courtney!” Mia giggled slyly, “You can have a relationship just like mine! If you and Ashley ever want some advice, I’d be more than happy to—”

“A-Ashley and I are not—” Courtney felt her face grow flush and her cheeks redden, her mind grew cluody as her thoughts became steamy, “—A-Anything! Ashley and I aren’t anything okay?”

“Mm-hmm...” Mia chuckled, her big body bouncing, “Whatever you tell yourself sweetie. Far be it from me to say you’re in denial.”