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Contains: Extreme weight gain/immobility, slob, humiliation, messing, teasing.

“And coming around the first turn, it’s neck and neck folks! They’re going all-out already!”

Energy was pouring off the crowd, their shouts quickly building to a steady roar.

“C… come on! Gold Ship!” shouted a horse-girl of short stature with long purple ears – Mejiro McQueen.

From her side, Daiwa Scarlet clapped her on the back with a grin. “Hardly ever see you cheering for her so enthusiastically, hah!”

Instantly, a deep blush flared up on McQueen’s cheeks. “W-well… it… this might be her final race, and…” She looked down, though she continued to steal glances of the race in front of them.

“She’s just being honest for once. Isn’t that right?” said Vodka, teaming up with Daiwa Scarlet to tease the younger girl.

“I… I’m just hoping that idiot doesn’t make a fool of herself again, that’s all!” McQueen snapped back. “Half the time she does something stupid and ends up in last… it’s embarrassing for me!”

“Sure, sure…” said the two others, chuckling.

Meanwhile, the race continued. Gold Ship, the tall goofball known for her antics, was showing a rare serious side, her flanks pounding into the dirt with a steady and rapid rhythm.

“And at the halfway mark, it’s Tosen Jordan in front, but Gold Ship is gaining ground quickly! After that start, I can’t believe the speed she’s continuing to put out!”

“G-go…! You better not lose…!” shouted McQueen, her eyes twinkling. Faster and faster they went, Gold Ship in a close second as they went into the final turn. It was as close as it could get, and there was no one in all the stands more excited about it than McQueen. “Run! Run like you’ve never run before!!” she shouted, louder than anyone would expect could come from one of her tiny stature.

“It’s almost too close to call… Is it…” At the last moment, Gold Ship pushed forward, crossing the finish line. “I think it is, folks! Gold Ship has won the gold here at Arima Kinen! It’s her third victory! A triple crown! What an amazing performance…!”

“Finally…! Now she and I can…!” McQueen’s eyes were sparkling as she stared at the finish line, watching the other horses race by.

“She and you…?” said Vodka, looking equal parts amused and confused.

“N-nothing…! I… I have to go!” McQueen jumped up from her seat, racing down towards the field. The other horses had finished, and no one stopped her as she ran up to Gold Ship and threw her arms around her.

“Haaahhh… Haahhhh… Hey there, pipsqueak,” said Gold Ship, still breathing heavy and bathed in sweat from the race. “Thought I’d give you… haaahhh… One last good one to go out on, eh…?” She put a hand on McQueen’s head and rubbed gently.

“Sniff… hic… D-dummy…” McQueen responded by shoving her face into the taller girl’s chest, sobbing tears of joy. “Finally… we can…”

Gold Ship’s breathing was finally calming down as she said, “Yeah, I know, I know. Hah… Let’s get something to eat after this, huh?”

“O-of course…!” said McQueen, happily.

It was the last race Gold Ship would ever run, but far from the end of her time with McQueen.

…it’s neck and neck, folks! They’re going all-out already!

The tinny whine of the TV was turned down low, but the audio was familiar. The video of the final victory was practically always playing in Gold Ship’s room, even if she didn’t want it.

“Golshi~? Are you sleeping in again…?” McQueen’s voice was as sweet as the four-layered chocolate-carrot cake she carried in.

And at the halfway mark… Gold Ship is gaining… quickly…

A streak of light from the door illuminated a pale flank of flesh, which rippled like thickened cream as its owner awoke. “Hff… M-mcQueen… HffbROARRP…” Gold Ship belched loudly. The pressure in her cauldron of a stomach had been building up all night.

…she’s continuing to put out…

“I thought I turned off that TV! You know it’s not good for you to keep it on all night, silly.” McQueen put the cake down on the table she kept next to Gold Ship’s bed, the lights still off. She knew her way around the room well enough in the dark.

“Hfff… Y-you left… hbRurrp… it on…!” wheezed Gold Ship.

It’s almost too close to call… is it…

“Did I…?” McQueen said, her smile saying that she knew that the truth of it didn’t matter anyway. “Why didn’t you turn it off then? I keep the remote right next to your bed, don’t I?” The remote sat not far from the cake.

“C… can’t…” It was hard to see in the dim light of the TV, but Gold Ship was blushing furiously. “I can’t reach…”

Theatrically, McQueen slapped her forehead. “That’s right! You’ve grown much too fat to reach the remote by yourself! Oh, how could I be so forgetful.” She grabbed the remote, and then, light on her feet, she pranced over to the light switch.

“You know it’sh… hhwWWAORRUP… It’s been… hfff… three monthsh since I could…!” Gold Ship said, sounding somewhere between annoyed and ashamed at the fact.

Gold ship has won... What an amazing performance…!

“Oh, of course. You’ve still got your sharp wits. I should have known you wouldn’t forget how long it’s been since you were able to roll that indulgent body of yours over to the remote!” McQueen flipped on the lights, turned off the TV, and Gold Ship’s body was put on full display.

It was hard to believe the slab of jiggling fat that smothered most of the queen-sized bed had once been the fastest horse-girl in all of Japan. At a glance, one might not recognize it as a horse-girl at all, in fact. The roll of butter-flesh that was her upper arm weighed more than any competitor on the circuit, having at least thirty pounds on Gold Ship herself in her prime. Her gut dominated her proportions, pouring out in front of her like risen dough, jiggling with every motion she made. She was one of the tallest horse-girls, but it was hard to tell with how her fat virtually swallowed her up, her cheeks and chest pushing up against her face and causing her to constantly slur her words.

“Hfff… Haaah… Cake…” Already seeming tired despite having awoken scarcely a few minutes earlier, Gold Ship grunted and waved a hand towards the mound of chocolate, sugar, and butter that had been placed at her bedside. With her vast resources, McQueen had kept Gold Ship’s outfit tailored to her ever-increasing size, though the gloves that covered her fingers only made them look even more like pale plump sausages.

A mischievous look flitted across McQueen’s face. “Oh, come on now, Gold Ship…” she said, walking back over. “Don’t you get bored just stuffing your face every day?”

“No!” she fired back instantly, her look suddenly one of stoic self-confidence.

McQueen, despite herself, was caught off guard. “I… Well… I guess I should have expected that from you…” She shook her head.

“Cake…! I demand… hfff… cake…!” Wobbling like an enormous custard that hadn’t completely set, Gold Ship furiously tried to reach the three or four feet to the cake, but was impeded by her own heap of a body.

FRRBTTBLTTttblblb… came the rank gas from her heap of a rear, the exposed flesh clapping together with a distinct wet note to it. It was far from unusual for this sort of exertion to cause Gold Ship’s packed innards to shift, and Gold Ship herself barely even seemed to react, still reaching futilely for the dessert.

Now it was McQueen’s turn to get irritated. “You damned overfed blimp of a horse! Shut the hell up already and sit still before you make a mess on the bed again! I bet you couldn’t even waddle your fat ass to the bathroom if I didn’t…” She suddenly trailed off, and her lips parted in a broad grin. “Now that gives me an idea…”

“Y-you… hfff… you wouldn’t…” Gold Ship froze, thick rivulets of sweat now pouring down her brow despite the coolness of the air. “We… haah… we had an… hfff… agreement…” All the while, pfrrt, plblrbrbrt, her backside continued to angrily voice its own displeasure.

“Well you apparently feel so empowered to make demands, hmm…? I don’t think that was part of the agreement either!” She picked up the cake, and trotted giddily over towards the door on the far side of the room. It was extra-wide, a sliding entryway to a specially-crafted bathroom that McQueen had had installed when Gold Ship had gotten herself stuck in the frame a year or so back.

“That’sh… hff… not fair…!”

“Come on now, no time for whining!” McQueen put the cake down beside the bathroom door and went back to the bed. “I’ll even be nice and give you a handicap! You can stand up with the mobility aid. You ought to be thankful!”

“You… hfff… little…!” Gold Ship began to complain, but McQueen was already busy putting the straps of the machine around the nigh-immobile horse-girl’s body. It was the only way she could hope to get upright, and normally the device was also what assisted her over towards the place she could relieve herself. A system of reinforced rails supported the straps, and a motorized winch provided lift. The lines in the ceiling defined where Gold Ship was able to heave her sagging bulk. “You can’t… hfff… be sherioush…! I’m… bhuwaaRRRP… too h-hungry…!” Panic was beginning to creep into her voice as the straps were secured around her shoulders and gut.

“Now, now, you’d best save that breath for the long waddle to the toilet, buttergut. It’s nearly fifteen feet!” McQueen chuckled to herself at the deep irony that Gold Ship had once had little trouble clearing that distance in a quarter of a second, and now it was entirely likely she would be unable to clear it at all.

FrrRRrrRRRRRRTTTTT came a long and melodious sputtering of gas as the winch began to tighten, lifting Gold Ship up from the bed and onto her feet. “Mc… hff… Queen… I… I don’t…” Gold ship looked from side to side, her triplet of chins rippling slightly behind the motion of her buried neck muscles. With only a slight creaking of the machinery, she came upright, her belly roll sagging down near her shins and her lard-pile derriere still half resting on the bed. “I… hffuRRRp… don’t know if… hfff… I can…”

“Declaring defeat already?” McQueen rolled her eyes as she flipped the winch motor in the other direction, letting Gold Ship’s weight back down so she would have to move on her own. “Calm down already. I’m gonna give you the cake either way, dummy.”

“HwaorrrRRP…” was Gold Ship’s only reply, but the tension in her face was clearly lessened.

Every muscle in Gold Ship’s body strained just to keep her upright as the straps were undone once more. Quadriceps that had once been the envy of the racing world were now at their limit supporting a belly that weighed hundreds of pounds all on its own. Her calves strained to keep her balance, and sweat began to pour and pool into every crevice of her fold-swaddled form. Even her arms were straining, clinging weakly to the dangling straps that were still beside her. Gurlrlrlrl… An ominous noise emanated from deep within her, and a look of worry came across Gold Ship’s lardball cheeks as she felt the urgency of the task at hand. “G-gotta… oooh… when did it… hfff… get so hard to… move…”

“Pffft. Probably at least six months ago, but it’s easy to miss when you let the winch do the heavy lifting for you. Come on now, chop chop, porkchop! I’ll even hold your hand~”

“Haaah… hfff… HruWARRRP…” Gold Ship was already too tired to even muster a comeback. She let McQueen take her hand, feeling the tiny slender fingers wrap around her blubber-pad palms with the same sort of grip as holding a water balloon. Fart after fart spilled from her in an almost constant rhythm.

“I bet those leg muscles haven’t worked this hard since your final race! Oh, speaking of, how about some motivation…” Without letting go of Gold Ship’s hand, McQueen grabbed the remote and turned the TV back on. It was still looping the scene.

…they’re going all-out already!

Gold Ship, despite herself, was not too distracted to blush madly at this shameful reminder. She took a single step, feeling every pound of the thick layer of fat that clung to her muscles as they strained and struggled. “You… hfff… damn… hwaRRRP… brat…!” she hissed. It took all of her effort just to remain upright.

“Do you really have time to be complaining? The clock is ticking, blubber-butt!” As if on cue, a particularly wet-sounding expulsion of gas forced its way out, worse than anything so far.

It’s Tosen Jordan in front, but Gold Ship is gaining ground quickly!

Gold Ship could feel her heart pounding, the sensation calling up her memories of the events on the screen. She took a heavy plodding step, then another, trying her best to use her own momentum without getting caught up in it. She was unable to shake the feeling that she was barely in control of her own body as she wheezed, belched, and farted almost constantly, with all of her attention on making it to the toilet to relieve the growing need within her.

After that start, I can’t believe the speed she’s continuing to put out!

“Hfff… haaah… can’t… g-gotta…” Her face was red as a tomato as she took another step, then another – she could hardly manage much more than a shuffle, but even so, she was making good progress, already nearly halfway to the door.

McQueen teasingly clapped her one free hand against Gold Ship’s sagging sack of a belly in applause. “Oooh, nice work! At this rate, you might actually make it without making a mess!”

GrlrlrlRLRLRLR…

The effect of this was immediate, as a deep roaring groan emanated from Gold Ship’s packed insides. “D-don’t… hfff… do that…!” she whined, her focus wavering. She tried to steel herself, but her muscles were aching as if they’d run for an hour already. As she watched, the door to the bathroom seemed to grow further and further away, a weakness washing over her.

It’s almost to close to call… is it…

“Oh…?” A wicked grin alighted on McQueen’s face as she awaited the inevitable.

I think it is, folks! Gold Ship has won the gold here at Arima Kinen!

“C… can’t…!” At the last moment, Gold Ship’s gaze went from the toilet door over to the TV, watching as her past self crossed the finish line. Her knees buckled, her exhaustion overwhelming her, and a messy sputtering noise could be heard as she filled her custom-tailored panties with a terrible mess.

It’s her third victory! A triple crown! What an amazing performance…!

“S… shtupid… haah… hfff… haaah… pipshqueak…” she said, cursing McQueen as she found herself trapped on the floor by her own immense bulk. A heady mix of relief and shame washed over her, making it hard to think, let alone speak.

“Don’t worry, I keep my promises~” McQueen, quick as a flash, had already grabbed the cake, and was happily shoving the first of many slices into her overfed charge’s greedy maw.

“Hffmnph… mnglp… mnff…” Docile pleasure filled Gold Ship’s mind as her body relaxed, no longer caring about whatever else happened to her. She had her cake, and that was all that mattered to her right now. McQueen was sure to clean her up and help her back onto the bed sooner or later, anyway.

McQueen, for her part, could only imagine how much fun it would be to get this sort of reaction to seeing her try to solve a Rubik’s cube. “Another few months, maybe…” she muttered to herself, pressing another slab of cake into Gold Ship.

Description
Contains: Extreme weight gain/immobility, slob, humiliation, messing, teasing.

“And coming around the first turn, it’s neck and neck folks! They’re going all-out already!”

Energy was pouring off the crowd, their shouts quickly building to a steady roar.

“C… come on! Gold Ship!” shouted a horse-girl of short stature with long purple ears – Mejiro McQueen.

From her side, Daiwa Scarlet clapped her on the back with a grin. “Hardly ever see you cheering for her so enthusiastically, hah!”

Instantly, a deep blush flared up on McQueen’s cheeks. “W-well… it… this might be her final race, and…” She looked down, though she continued to steal glances of the race in front of them.

“She’s just being honest for once. Isn’t that right?” said Vodka, teaming up with Daiwa Scarlet to tease the younger girl.

“I… I’m just hoping that idiot doesn’t make a fool of herself again, that’s all!” McQueen snapped back. “Half the time she does something stupid and ends up in last… it’s embarrassing for me!”

“Sure, sure…” said the two others, chuckling.

Meanwhile, the race continued. Gold Ship, the tall goofball known for her antics, was showing a rare serious side, her flanks pounding into the dirt with a steady and rapid rhythm.

“And at the halfway mark, it’s Tosen Jordan in front, but Gold Ship is gaining ground quickly! After that start, I can’t believe the speed she’s continuing to put out!”

“G-go…! You better not lose…!” shouted McQueen, her eyes twinkling. Faster and faster they went, Gold Ship in a close second as they went into the final turn. It was as close as it could get, and there was no one in all the stands more excited about it than McQueen. “Run! Run like you’ve never run before!!” she shouted, louder than anyone would expect could come from one of her tiny stature.

“It’s almost too close to call… Is it…” At the last moment, Gold Ship pushed forward, crossing the finish line. “I think it is, folks! Gold Ship has won the gold here at Arima Kinen! It’s her third victory! A triple crown! What an amazing performance…!”

“Finally…! Now she and I can…!” McQueen’s eyes were sparkling as she stared at the finish line, watching the other horses race by.

“She and you…?” said Vodka, looking equal parts amused and confused.

“N-nothing…! I… I have to go!” McQueen jumped up from her seat, racing down towards the field. The other horses had finished, and no one stopped her as she ran up to Gold Ship and threw her arms around her.

“Haaahhh… Haahhhh… Hey there, pipsqueak,” said Gold Ship, still breathing heavy and bathed in sweat from the race. “Thought I’d give you… haaahhh… One last good one to go out on, eh…?” She put a hand on McQueen’s head and rubbed gently.

“Sniff… hic… D-dummy…” McQueen responded by shoving her face into the taller girl’s chest, sobbing tears of joy. “Finally… we can…”

Gold Ship’s breathing was finally calming down as she said, “Yeah, I know, I know. Hah… Let’s get something to eat after this, huh?”

“O-of course…!” said McQueen, happily.

It was the last race Gold Ship would ever run, but far from the end of her time with McQueen.

…it’s neck and neck, folks! They’re going all-out already!

The tinny whine of the TV was turned down low, but the audio was familiar. The video of the final victory was practically always playing in Gold Ship’s room, even if she didn’t want it.

“Golshi~? Are you sleeping in again…?” McQueen’s voice was as sweet as the four-layered chocolate-carrot cake she carried in.

And at the halfway mark… Gold Ship is gaining… quickly…

A streak of light from the door illuminated a pale flank of flesh, which rippled like thickened cream as its owner awoke. “Hff… M-mcQueen… HffbROARRP…” Gold Ship belched loudly. The pressure in her cauldron of a stomach had been building up all night.

…she’s continuing to put out…

“I thought I turned off that TV! You know it’s not good for you to keep it on all night, silly.” McQueen put the cake down on the table she kept next to Gold Ship’s bed, the lights still off. She knew her way around the room well enough in the dark.

“Hfff… Y-you left… hbRurrp… it on…!” wheezed Gold Ship.

It’s almost too close to call… is it…

“Did I…?” McQueen said, her smile saying that she knew that the truth of it didn’t matter anyway. “Why didn’t you turn it off then? I keep the remote right next to your bed, don’t I?” The remote sat not far from the cake.

“C… can’t…” It was hard to see in the dim light of the TV, but Gold Ship was blushing furiously. “I can’t reach…”

Theatrically, McQueen slapped her forehead. “That’s right! You’ve grown much too fat to reach the remote by yourself! Oh, how could I be so forgetful.” She grabbed the remote, and then, light on her feet, she pranced over to the light switch.

“You know it’sh… hhwWWAORRUP… It’s been… hfff… three monthsh since I could…!” Gold Ship said, sounding somewhere between annoyed and ashamed at the fact.

Gold ship has won... What an amazing performance…!

“Oh, of course. You’ve still got your sharp wits. I should have known you wouldn’t forget how long it’s been since you were able to roll that indulgent body of yours over to the remote!” McQueen flipped on the lights, turned off the TV, and Gold Ship’s body was put on full display.

It was hard to believe the slab of jiggling fat that smothered most of the queen-sized bed had once been the fastest horse-girl in all of Japan. At a glance, one might not recognize it as a horse-girl at all, in fact. The roll of butter-flesh that was her upper arm weighed more than any competitor on the circuit, having at least thirty pounds on Gold Ship herself in her prime. Her gut dominated her proportions, pouring out in front of her like risen dough, jiggling with every motion she made. She was one of the tallest horse-girls, but it was hard to tell with how her fat virtually swallowed her up, her cheeks and chest pushing up against her face and causing her to constantly slur her words.

“Hfff… Haaah… Cake…” Already seeming tired despite having awoken scarcely a few minutes earlier, Gold Ship grunted and waved a hand towards the mound of chocolate, sugar, and butter that had been placed at her bedside. With her vast resources, McQueen had kept Gold Ship’s outfit tailored to her ever-increasing size, though the gloves that covered her fingers only made them look even more like pale plump sausages.

A mischievous look flitted across McQueen’s face. “Oh, come on now, Gold Ship…” she said, walking back over. “Don’t you get bored just stuffing your face every day?”

“No!” she fired back instantly, her look suddenly one of stoic self-confidence.

McQueen, despite herself, was caught off guard. “I… Well… I guess I should have expected that from you…” She shook her head.

“Cake…! I demand… hfff… cake…!” Wobbling like an enormous custard that hadn’t completely set, Gold Ship furiously tried to reach the three or four feet to the cake, but was impeded by her own heap of a body.

FRRBTTBLTTttblblb… came the rank gas from her heap of a rear, the exposed flesh clapping together with a distinct wet note to it. It was far from unusual for this sort of exertion to cause Gold Ship’s packed innards to shift, and Gold Ship herself barely even seemed to react, still reaching futilely for the dessert.

Now it was McQueen’s turn to get irritated. “You damned overfed blimp of a horse! Shut the hell up already and sit still before you make a mess on the bed again! I bet you couldn’t even waddle your fat ass to the bathroom if I didn’t…” She suddenly trailed off, and her lips parted in a broad grin. “Now that gives me an idea…”

“Y-you… hfff… you wouldn’t…” Gold Ship froze, thick rivulets of sweat now pouring down her brow despite the coolness of the air. “We… haah… we had an… hfff… agreement…” All the while, pfrrt, plblrbrbrt, her backside continued to angrily voice its own displeasure.

“Well you apparently feel so empowered to make demands, hmm…? I don’t think that was part of the agreement either!” She picked up the cake, and trotted giddily over towards the door on the far side of the room. It was extra-wide, a sliding entryway to a specially-crafted bathroom that McQueen had had installed when Gold Ship had gotten herself stuck in the frame a year or so back.

“That’sh… hff… not fair…!”

“Come on now, no time for whining!” McQueen put the cake down beside the bathroom door and went back to the bed. “I’ll even be nice and give you a handicap! You can stand up with the mobility aid. You ought to be thankful!”

“You… hfff… little…!” Gold Ship began to complain, but McQueen was already busy putting the straps of the machine around the nigh-immobile horse-girl’s body. It was the only way she could hope to get upright, and normally the device was also what assisted her over towards the place she could relieve herself. A system of reinforced rails supported the straps, and a motorized winch provided lift. The lines in the ceiling defined where Gold Ship was able to heave her sagging bulk. “You can’t… hfff… be sherioush…! I’m… bhuwaaRRRP… too h-hungry…!” Panic was beginning to creep into her voice as the straps were secured around her shoulders and gut.

“Now, now, you’d best save that breath for the long waddle to the toilet, buttergut. It’s nearly fifteen feet!” McQueen chuckled to herself at the deep irony that Gold Ship had once had little trouble clearing that distance in a quarter of a second, and now it was entirely likely she would be unable to clear it at all.

FrrRRrrRRRRRRTTTTT came a long and melodious sputtering of gas as the winch began to tighten, lifting Gold Ship up from the bed and onto her feet. “Mc… hff… Queen… I… I don’t…” Gold ship looked from side to side, her triplet of chins rippling slightly behind the motion of her buried neck muscles. With only a slight creaking of the machinery, she came upright, her belly roll sagging down near her shins and her lard-pile derriere still half resting on the bed. “I… hffuRRRp… don’t know if… hfff… I can…”

“Declaring defeat already?” McQueen rolled her eyes as she flipped the winch motor in the other direction, letting Gold Ship’s weight back down so she would have to move on her own. “Calm down already. I’m gonna give you the cake either way, dummy.”

“HwaorrrRRP…” was Gold Ship’s only reply, but the tension in her face was clearly lessened.

Every muscle in Gold Ship’s body strained just to keep her upright as the straps were undone once more. Quadriceps that had once been the envy of the racing world were now at their limit supporting a belly that weighed hundreds of pounds all on its own. Her calves strained to keep her balance, and sweat began to pour and pool into every crevice of her fold-swaddled form. Even her arms were straining, clinging weakly to the dangling straps that were still beside her. Gurlrlrlrl… An ominous noise emanated from deep within her, and a look of worry came across Gold Ship’s lardball cheeks as she felt the urgency of the task at hand. “G-gotta… oooh… when did it… hfff… get so hard to… move…”

“Pffft. Probably at least six months ago, but it’s easy to miss when you let the winch do the heavy lifting for you. Come on now, chop chop, porkchop! I’ll even hold your hand~”

“Haaah… hfff… HruWARRRP…” Gold Ship was already too tired to even muster a comeback. She let McQueen take her hand, feeling the tiny slender fingers wrap around her blubber-pad palms with the same sort of grip as holding a water balloon. Fart after fart spilled from her in an almost constant rhythm.

“I bet those leg muscles haven’t worked this hard since your final race! Oh, speaking of, how about some motivation…” Without letting go of Gold Ship’s hand, McQueen grabbed the remote and turned the TV back on. It was still looping the scene.

…they’re going all-out already!

Gold Ship, despite herself, was not too distracted to blush madly at this shameful reminder. She took a single step, feeling every pound of the thick layer of fat that clung to her muscles as they strained and struggled. “You… hfff… damn… hwaRRRP… brat…!” she hissed. It took all of her effort just to remain upright.

“Do you really have time to be complaining? The clock is ticking, blubber-butt!” As if on cue, a particularly wet-sounding expulsion of gas forced its way out, worse than anything so far.

It’s Tosen Jordan in front, but Gold Ship is gaining ground quickly!

Gold Ship could feel her heart pounding, the sensation calling up her memories of the events on the screen. She took a heavy plodding step, then another, trying her best to use her own momentum without getting caught up in it. She was unable to shake the feeling that she was barely in control of her own body as she wheezed, belched, and farted almost constantly, with all of her attention on making it to the toilet to relieve the growing need within her.

After that start, I can’t believe the speed she’s continuing to put out!

“Hfff… haaah… can’t… g-gotta…” Her face was red as a tomato as she took another step, then another – she could hardly manage much more than a shuffle, but even so, she was making good progress, already nearly halfway to the door.

McQueen teasingly clapped her one free hand against Gold Ship’s sagging sack of a belly in applause. “Oooh, nice work! At this rate, you might actually make it without making a mess!”

GrlrlrlRLRLRLR…

The effect of this was immediate, as a deep roaring groan emanated from Gold Ship’s packed insides. “D-don’t… hfff… do that…!” she whined, her focus wavering. She tried to steel herself, but her muscles were aching as if they’d run for an hour already. As she watched, the door to the bathroom seemed to grow further and further away, a weakness washing over her.

It’s almost to close to call… is it…

“Oh…?” A wicked grin alighted on McQueen’s face as she awaited the inevitable.

I think it is, folks! Gold Ship has won the gold here at Arima Kinen!

“C… can’t…!” At the last moment, Gold Ship’s gaze went from the toilet door over to the TV, watching as her past self crossed the finish line. Her knees buckled, her exhaustion overwhelming her, and a messy sputtering noise could be heard as she filled her custom-tailored panties with a terrible mess.

It’s her third victory! A triple crown! What an amazing performance…!

“S… shtupid… haah… hfff… haaah… pipshqueak…” she said, cursing McQueen as she found herself trapped on the floor by her own immense bulk. A heady mix of relief and shame washed over her, making it hard to think, let alone speak.

“Don’t worry, I keep my promises~” McQueen, quick as a flash, had already grabbed the cake, and was happily shoving the first of many slices into her overfed charge’s greedy maw.

“Hffmnph… mnglp… mnff…” Docile pleasure filled Gold Ship’s mind as her body relaxed, no longer caring about whatever else happened to her. She had her cake, and that was all that mattered to her right now. McQueen was sure to clean her up and help her back onto the bed sooner or later, anyway.

McQueen, for her part, could only imagine how much fun it would be to get this sort of reaction to seeing her try to solve a Rubik’s cube. “Another few months, maybe…” she muttered to herself, pressing another slab of cake into Gold Ship.