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Series: No Game, No Life
Characters: Shiro, Izuna, Steph, Jibril
Synopsis: A strange bet between Shiro and Izuna has them fattening up Steph and Jibril. It eventually involves themselves, along with some mental manipulation and other changes. Commission from Patreon.
Contains: Extreme weight gain, brain washing, arousal, mild slob (messy eating/laziness, no farting/belching).

“W-what am I doing here? What is this place?” Stephanie Dola looked around in shock, demanding answers.

Beside her was Jibril, the Fluegel who hung around the rulers of Imanity. “Hm? Did you call?” She was more composed than Steph, but no less confused.

“Now, I’ll remind you of the rules of our game.” Izuna Hatsuse, the ambassador from the werebeast community, spoke in a proud and haughty tone. “We bet on the coins, then flip. Whoever loses the flip gains pounds equal to the bet. We start with 2000 points each. It’s simple!”

“Simple.” Shiro nodded in agreement. Sora was nowhere to be seen – he had left for this particular game, ostensibly to help Shiro with her fear of playing alone.

Izuna jabbed a finger towards Jibril and Steph. “And the first ones to get it will be these dummies!”

“D-dummies?” Steph stuttered, still trying to take stock of her surroundings. “And what was that about ‘gaining weight’? I didn’t agree to this!”

“Be quiet, Steph,” said Shiro, sounding mildly annoyed.

Jibril tented her fingers. “Now isn’t this interesting…”

Izuna glared at Steph. “It doesn’t matter if you agreed. You’re under the rule of Imanity, so you have to join the games the ruler of Imanity says. It’s simple.” She turned back to Shiro. “And once the dummies have reached their limit, we can bet with our own bodies, or even personality traits. Anything goes. Okay?” Her voice was stuttery and flat not unlike Shiro’s, but there was a fierce sort of excitement in her wild eyes.

Shiro nodded once more. “Okay.” Her face belied no fear or worry, despite these absurd conditions.

Izuna raised a finger, and swished her bushy tail. “Lastly, I get to decide what happens when there’s a tie. You graciously agreed to this, so no takebacks, stupid!”

“No takebacks.” Shiro nodded a final time.

“Aschente!” They both said in unison, ignoring Steph’s terrified wailing.

The room was a closed cube, forty feet in any direction, with no apparent doors or windows or any other form of exit. It was a magical realm created specifically for the purpose of the game. Izuna wasted no time in calling her first bet. “Twenty to the belly!” she said, readying her coin.

Everyone watched as it flipped through the air, and Shiro called out, “Heads!”

It clattered to the floor with a metallic ring, displaying the bushy tail of a werebeast. “Hah, I’m afraid it looks like you lose, moron!” Izuna cackled with her strange mix of rude and polite language.

The effects were immediate. “W-what is this? Y-you can’t do this to me!” Steph cried out in panic as her belly began to soften and bulge outwards. The cords of her corset restrained the growth somewhat, but little bubbles of pale fat poked through, clearly showing the twenty pounds she had just packed on to her tummy.

The former princess of Imanity was not known for her careful decision making. “I-I have to get out of here!” She ran for the wall, pounding against it, trying to ignore how her flabby gut jiggled and sloshed as she walked.

Izuna leapt swiftly, using her werebeast mobility to deliver Steph a swift chop to the back of the neck. “Please be quiet, you idiot!” She set Steph down in a chair.

It was Shiro’s turn, then. “Twenty to the face.” Shiro flashed a coy smile as she tossed the coin into the air.

“Tails!” Izuna called in the air, but as it clattered to the floor, the coin again betrayed the caller. What showed was a small relief of what appeared to be Shiro’s own face.

Shiro grinned lightly. “Who’s losing now?”

“Oooh… isn’t this something…” Jibril, ever the fiend for knowledge, was more confused and curious about the strange transformation that was happening to her than shocked. Her face packed on a disproportionate amount of weight, developing a double chin and fat, full cheeks that suggested a much larger body.

The rhythm of the game came to the two competitors naturally. It was all random chance, so neither of them could do much beyond rely on their luck, and hope their calls went in their favor.

Jibril squeaked and gasped as her body bloated into something soft, heavy, and round. The Fluegel was impressively strong, but the rules of the room left her immobile in relatively short order. By the five hundredth pound she was struggling to stand, and plopped back against the ground. Izuna and Shiro went back and forth, calling out “belly”, “boobs”, “ass”, and so on, which manifested rapidly on Jibril’s form. Her skimpy outfit was soon little more than a strip of cloth on her massive dumpling of a body, and cords were threatening to snap all over.

Steph was certainly doing no better. By the time she recovered from Izuna’s surgical strike, she was already much too encumbered to make another escape attempt. “N-no! I… hfff… P-please stop! N-no, not the f-faaaace….!” Her hands clutched at her chins as they poured out on top of each other like a waterfall of softened cream cheese. Whether it was her bad luck or Shiro’s was hard to say, but she seemed to have a head-start on Jibril.

The chair creaked and groaned beneath her, struggling to hold up her hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of pale, heavy flab. Most of it was in her gut, which spilled out in front of her as an apron of sheer lard. Her legs were forced apart, and she could not possibly have reached to the end of the massive gut.

But Shiro hardly seemed worried. “Three hundred to the boobs!” she said, with surprising force considering her usual timid nature.

“Heads!” Izuna shouted, a crazed grin on her lips.

For a moment, Steph almost hoped she might win that one – at least then she might have some real assets. As it was, she was all flab and belly; a shameful state for the proud princess of Imanity.

But no, it came up tails, meaning Izuna’s dummy Jibril would have to eat the weight.

“Oooh…!” She moaned, as her breasts rapidly swelled with the weight of a fatted calf. Hundreds of pounds turned her breasts into massive, heaving heaps, smothering her belly and cementing her utter immobility. They were so large that they might feed an army, were they full of milk. But it was all fat, snapping her bra and top and leaving her almost nude. There were no clothes that could possibly contain someone so massive.

Izuna wasted no time in an attempt at retaliation. “Four hundred to the belly!”

“F-f-f-our h-h-hundred…?!” Steph sputtered, her staircase of chins wobbling.

“Heads!” Shouted Shiro.

Steph somehow knew how it would land. The little coin sealed her fate, as Steph’s belly blossomed from enormous to ridiculous, spilling down and over the tops of her legs towards the floor. “No! I… hfff… C-can’t be this… haaah… F-fat…!” Her dress tore to shreds as she sobbed and begged for it to stop, but the game was merciless. Then, adding insult to injury, the creaking of the chair increased in volume, groaning and complaining until it finally gave out with a loud crrsssshhh, sending Steph spilling to the floor in a helpless, flabby heap. Her body was just rolls upon rolls, more chins than one could count and a belly like a dumptruck of half-melted ice cream.

Jibril, meanwhile, had her belly in two neat, smooth rolls, topped by breasts each several feet across and absolutely packed with lard. They were so enormous that they forced into one another, crowding the small space of the game arena.

“You do know what that means, idiot?” Izuna said, a fierce grin on her face.

“Yeah. Twenty to the belly.” Shiro flipped the coin with a look of determination.

“Heads!” Her attack was deflected, however, as Izuna correctly called the flipping coin.

Shiro’s slender body softened slightly, the pounds showing up heavily on her waiflike frame. “Uu…” she moaned, pinching her new, flabby gut.

“And now for a little fun…” Izuna grinned viciously. “You’ll forget your feelings for your most dearly beloved!”

Shiro was almost too shocked to make the call, but she collected her wits enough to shout, “Tails!” Unfortunately for Shiro, it was her second loss in a row as her own face landed upwards on the coin. She looked around in confusion, trying to reorient herself. “N-nii… Sora…” She found that although she remembered everything about her brother, she hardly thought of him as a brother. It was like she had stolen her love from her. “H-how dare you…”

“Isn’t this fun~?” Izuna yipped and leapt from foot to foot.

Shiro scowled. “Well if you want to play dirty…” She tossed the coin as she shouted, “You’ll get horny just from hearing your name!”

Izuna was a wily one, but she had her fair share of shame. She blushed as she sputtered, “T-tails!”

The victory was Shiro’s, however. “Hehe… How does that feel, Izuna?”

The flush on Izuna’s cheeks deepened as she squirmed and squealed. “Y-you… I’ll show you…”

The fight between the two of them was far more personal than with the dummies. Fat was packed on by both of them, making them wobbly and heavy. The young girls were both more prone to pack it on in their lower regions, and they took on a sort of pear shape. But what was more vicious were the personality alterations – Izuna was not content to stop there, and neither was Shiro.

Izuna’s Pavlovian reaction to her own name proved a challenge when her belly grew too fat for her to reach her crotch region. By shouting “Izuna” at the right time, Shiro found she could distract the flabby fox-girl long enough for her to miss her call, meaning an automatic forfeit for the round. This let Shiro rack up a few wins, until Izuna found that making Shiro into a dumb slob quickly stopped these clever attacks.

After a dozen exchanges, the two of them were each a sloppy mess. Shiro was sitting on the floor, massaging all four hundred pounds of her own bulk, lazily whining about how badly she wanted a whole box of donuts right then. Her striped panties were totally exposed, digging into her thick thighs like twine around a fat sausage. She even looked a bit shorter – the changes were many and sudden, and no one there could remember exactly how it had happened. “So fat… nfff… God…” She fondled herself in naked ecstasy.

Izuna was perhaps even worse. Her hair had lengthened out long enough to reach the floor, and her whole body sweat almost constantly. She looked rather slobbish, with no concern shown for her kimono as it was practically draped over her marshmallow of a body. Her looks were not the only sloppy thing about her, either. “I’m huuuungry… Your princess needs feeding, mistress Shiro~” Izuna begged for Shiro’s attention, locked in by one of their many bets.

“Alright, let’s finish this up, Izuna…” Shiro smirked as she watched Izuna try in vain to reach her own crotch over her massive gut. “I’m going to put all of my points in, and you do the same, and we’ll do one last bet, okay?”

“Y-yesss…!” Izuna nodded readily, her double chin bouncing.

“One thousand pounds, all over!” Shiro shouted, and tossed the coin.

“T-tails!” Izuna called back.

And the coin landed… exactly on its side.

“W-what does… hffff… that mean…?” Steph asked, struggling to speak over the pile of chins before her.

“I think it’s… a tie…” said Izuna.

Suddenly, everything began to shift. The weight on all of them was redistributed to better suit their natural builds. Steph, being belly-heavy by nature (despite her large breasts), remained relatively similar, although still quite immobile. Jibril had always been big in the tits, and gaining half a ton did little to change that. She moaned softly as her tits grew even fatter than before, swallowing up her belly and sagging down nearly to the floor, despite remaining full and round.

Izuna and Shiro were released from their mental changes, but the physical ones remained. Their hips grew wide and full, sagging them down into a bottom-heavy pear shape. Izuna had more of a butt, while Shiro was thicker in the thighs, but both of them were wide and low.

“So… what happens now…?” Shiro asked innocently.

“Well, if you’ll recall the rules, idiot…” Izuna smirked. “I get to decide the outcome if it’s a tie, and I say…”

Shiro went even paler than usual. “Y-you get to decide…?!”

Izuna nodded with a giddy grin on her cheeks. “You’re going to be my dumb little fat slave, forever!”

In an instant, Jibril and Steph were teleported outside the room, to find themselves still firmly immobile, but at least in the outside world. Inside, however, it was just Izuna and Shiro, left alone.

“D-dumb… f-forever…” Shiro’s eyes went dull and calm. “I… I’m… hungry…” she said, opening her mouth like a fat baby bird.

Izuna looked as happy as could be. “Oh don’t worry… there’s plenty of food here… Let’s eat, my idiot little pet!”

And so they ate.

Description
Series: No Game, No Life
Characters: Shiro, Izuna, Steph, Jibril
Synopsis: A strange bet between Shiro and Izuna has them fattening up Steph and Jibril. It eventually involves themselves, along with some mental manipulation and other changes. Commission from Patreon.
Contains: Extreme weight gain, brain washing, arousal, mild slob (messy eating/laziness, no farting/belching).

“W-what am I doing here? What is this place?” Stephanie Dola looked around in shock, demanding answers.

Beside her was Jibril, the Fluegel who hung around the rulers of Imanity. “Hm? Did you call?” She was more composed than Steph, but no less confused.

“Now, I’ll remind you of the rules of our game.” Izuna Hatsuse, the ambassador from the werebeast community, spoke in a proud and haughty tone. “We bet on the coins, then flip. Whoever loses the flip gains pounds equal to the bet. We start with 2000 points each. It’s simple!”

“Simple.” Shiro nodded in agreement. Sora was nowhere to be seen – he had left for this particular game, ostensibly to help Shiro with her fear of playing alone.

Izuna jabbed a finger towards Jibril and Steph. “And the first ones to get it will be these dummies!”

“D-dummies?” Steph stuttered, still trying to take stock of her surroundings. “And what was that about ‘gaining weight’? I didn’t agree to this!”

“Be quiet, Steph,” said Shiro, sounding mildly annoyed.

Jibril tented her fingers. “Now isn’t this interesting…”

Izuna glared at Steph. “It doesn’t matter if you agreed. You’re under the rule of Imanity, so you have to join the games the ruler of Imanity says. It’s simple.” She turned back to Shiro. “And once the dummies have reached their limit, we can bet with our own bodies, or even personality traits. Anything goes. Okay?” Her voice was stuttery and flat not unlike Shiro’s, but there was a fierce sort of excitement in her wild eyes.

Shiro nodded once more. “Okay.” Her face belied no fear or worry, despite these absurd conditions.

Izuna raised a finger, and swished her bushy tail. “Lastly, I get to decide what happens when there’s a tie. You graciously agreed to this, so no takebacks, stupid!”

“No takebacks.” Shiro nodded a final time.

“Aschente!” They both said in unison, ignoring Steph’s terrified wailing.

The room was a closed cube, forty feet in any direction, with no apparent doors or windows or any other form of exit. It was a magical realm created specifically for the purpose of the game. Izuna wasted no time in calling her first bet. “Twenty to the belly!” she said, readying her coin.

Everyone watched as it flipped through the air, and Shiro called out, “Heads!”

It clattered to the floor with a metallic ring, displaying the bushy tail of a werebeast. “Hah, I’m afraid it looks like you lose, moron!” Izuna cackled with her strange mix of rude and polite language.

The effects were immediate. “W-what is this? Y-you can’t do this to me!” Steph cried out in panic as her belly began to soften and bulge outwards. The cords of her corset restrained the growth somewhat, but little bubbles of pale fat poked through, clearly showing the twenty pounds she had just packed on to her tummy.

The former princess of Imanity was not known for her careful decision making. “I-I have to get out of here!” She ran for the wall, pounding against it, trying to ignore how her flabby gut jiggled and sloshed as she walked.

Izuna leapt swiftly, using her werebeast mobility to deliver Steph a swift chop to the back of the neck. “Please be quiet, you idiot!” She set Steph down in a chair.

It was Shiro’s turn, then. “Twenty to the face.” Shiro flashed a coy smile as she tossed the coin into the air.

“Tails!” Izuna called in the air, but as it clattered to the floor, the coin again betrayed the caller. What showed was a small relief of what appeared to be Shiro’s own face.

Shiro grinned lightly. “Who’s losing now?”

“Oooh… isn’t this something…” Jibril, ever the fiend for knowledge, was more confused and curious about the strange transformation that was happening to her than shocked. Her face packed on a disproportionate amount of weight, developing a double chin and fat, full cheeks that suggested a much larger body.

The rhythm of the game came to the two competitors naturally. It was all random chance, so neither of them could do much beyond rely on their luck, and hope their calls went in their favor.

Jibril squeaked and gasped as her body bloated into something soft, heavy, and round. The Fluegel was impressively strong, but the rules of the room left her immobile in relatively short order. By the five hundredth pound she was struggling to stand, and plopped back against the ground. Izuna and Shiro went back and forth, calling out “belly”, “boobs”, “ass”, and so on, which manifested rapidly on Jibril’s form. Her skimpy outfit was soon little more than a strip of cloth on her massive dumpling of a body, and cords were threatening to snap all over.

Steph was certainly doing no better. By the time she recovered from Izuna’s surgical strike, she was already much too encumbered to make another escape attempt. “N-no! I… hfff… P-please stop! N-no, not the f-faaaace….!” Her hands clutched at her chins as they poured out on top of each other like a waterfall of softened cream cheese. Whether it was her bad luck or Shiro’s was hard to say, but she seemed to have a head-start on Jibril.

The chair creaked and groaned beneath her, struggling to hold up her hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of pale, heavy flab. Most of it was in her gut, which spilled out in front of her as an apron of sheer lard. Her legs were forced apart, and she could not possibly have reached to the end of the massive gut.

But Shiro hardly seemed worried. “Three hundred to the boobs!” she said, with surprising force considering her usual timid nature.

“Heads!” Izuna shouted, a crazed grin on her lips.

For a moment, Steph almost hoped she might win that one – at least then she might have some real assets. As it was, she was all flab and belly; a shameful state for the proud princess of Imanity.

But no, it came up tails, meaning Izuna’s dummy Jibril would have to eat the weight.

“Oooh…!” She moaned, as her breasts rapidly swelled with the weight of a fatted calf. Hundreds of pounds turned her breasts into massive, heaving heaps, smothering her belly and cementing her utter immobility. They were so large that they might feed an army, were they full of milk. But it was all fat, snapping her bra and top and leaving her almost nude. There were no clothes that could possibly contain someone so massive.

Izuna wasted no time in an attempt at retaliation. “Four hundred to the belly!”

“F-f-f-our h-h-hundred…?!” Steph sputtered, her staircase of chins wobbling.

“Heads!” Shouted Shiro.

Steph somehow knew how it would land. The little coin sealed her fate, as Steph’s belly blossomed from enormous to ridiculous, spilling down and over the tops of her legs towards the floor. “No! I… hfff… C-can’t be this… haaah… F-fat…!” Her dress tore to shreds as she sobbed and begged for it to stop, but the game was merciless. Then, adding insult to injury, the creaking of the chair increased in volume, groaning and complaining until it finally gave out with a loud crrsssshhh, sending Steph spilling to the floor in a helpless, flabby heap. Her body was just rolls upon rolls, more chins than one could count and a belly like a dumptruck of half-melted ice cream.

Jibril, meanwhile, had her belly in two neat, smooth rolls, topped by breasts each several feet across and absolutely packed with lard. They were so enormous that they forced into one another, crowding the small space of the game arena.

“You do know what that means, idiot?” Izuna said, a fierce grin on her face.

“Yeah. Twenty to the belly.” Shiro flipped the coin with a look of determination.

“Heads!” Her attack was deflected, however, as Izuna correctly called the flipping coin.

Shiro’s slender body softened slightly, the pounds showing up heavily on her waiflike frame. “Uu…” she moaned, pinching her new, flabby gut.

“And now for a little fun…” Izuna grinned viciously. “You’ll forget your feelings for your most dearly beloved!”

Shiro was almost too shocked to make the call, but she collected her wits enough to shout, “Tails!” Unfortunately for Shiro, it was her second loss in a row as her own face landed upwards on the coin. She looked around in confusion, trying to reorient herself. “N-nii… Sora…” She found that although she remembered everything about her brother, she hardly thought of him as a brother. It was like she had stolen her love from her. “H-how dare you…”

“Isn’t this fun~?” Izuna yipped and leapt from foot to foot.

Shiro scowled. “Well if you want to play dirty…” She tossed the coin as she shouted, “You’ll get horny just from hearing your name!”

Izuna was a wily one, but she had her fair share of shame. She blushed as she sputtered, “T-tails!”

The victory was Shiro’s, however. “Hehe… How does that feel, Izuna?”

The flush on Izuna’s cheeks deepened as she squirmed and squealed. “Y-you… I’ll show you…”

The fight between the two of them was far more personal than with the dummies. Fat was packed on by both of them, making them wobbly and heavy. The young girls were both more prone to pack it on in their lower regions, and they took on a sort of pear shape. But what was more vicious were the personality alterations – Izuna was not content to stop there, and neither was Shiro.

Izuna’s Pavlovian reaction to her own name proved a challenge when her belly grew too fat for her to reach her crotch region. By shouting “Izuna” at the right time, Shiro found she could distract the flabby fox-girl long enough for her to miss her call, meaning an automatic forfeit for the round. This let Shiro rack up a few wins, until Izuna found that making Shiro into a dumb slob quickly stopped these clever attacks.

After a dozen exchanges, the two of them were each a sloppy mess. Shiro was sitting on the floor, massaging all four hundred pounds of her own bulk, lazily whining about how badly she wanted a whole box of donuts right then. Her striped panties were totally exposed, digging into her thick thighs like twine around a fat sausage. She even looked a bit shorter – the changes were many and sudden, and no one there could remember exactly how it had happened. “So fat… nfff… God…” She fondled herself in naked ecstasy.

Izuna was perhaps even worse. Her hair had lengthened out long enough to reach the floor, and her whole body sweat almost constantly. She looked rather slobbish, with no concern shown for her kimono as it was practically draped over her marshmallow of a body. Her looks were not the only sloppy thing about her, either. “I’m huuuungry… Your princess needs feeding, mistress Shiro~” Izuna begged for Shiro’s attention, locked in by one of their many bets.

“Alright, let’s finish this up, Izuna…” Shiro smirked as she watched Izuna try in vain to reach her own crotch over her massive gut. “I’m going to put all of my points in, and you do the same, and we’ll do one last bet, okay?”

“Y-yesss…!” Izuna nodded readily, her double chin bouncing.

“One thousand pounds, all over!” Shiro shouted, and tossed the coin.

“T-tails!” Izuna called back.

And the coin landed… exactly on its side.

“W-what does… hffff… that mean…?” Steph asked, struggling to speak over the pile of chins before her.

“I think it’s… a tie…” said Izuna.

Suddenly, everything began to shift. The weight on all of them was redistributed to better suit their natural builds. Steph, being belly-heavy by nature (despite her large breasts), remained relatively similar, although still quite immobile. Jibril had always been big in the tits, and gaining half a ton did little to change that. She moaned softly as her tits grew even fatter than before, swallowing up her belly and sagging down nearly to the floor, despite remaining full and round.

Izuna and Shiro were released from their mental changes, but the physical ones remained. Their hips grew wide and full, sagging them down into a bottom-heavy pear shape. Izuna had more of a butt, while Shiro was thicker in the thighs, but both of them were wide and low.

“So… what happens now…?” Shiro asked innocently.

“Well, if you’ll recall the rules, idiot…” Izuna smirked. “I get to decide the outcome if it’s a tie, and I say…”

Shiro went even paler than usual. “Y-you get to decide…?!”

Izuna nodded with a giddy grin on her cheeks. “You’re going to be my dumb little fat slave, forever!”

In an instant, Jibril and Steph were teleported outside the room, to find themselves still firmly immobile, but at least in the outside world. Inside, however, it was just Izuna and Shiro, left alone.

“D-dumb… f-forever…” Shiro’s eyes went dull and calm. “I… I’m… hungry…” she said, opening her mouth like a fat baby bird.

Izuna looked as happy as could be. “Oh don’t worry… there’s plenty of food here… Let’s eat, my idiot little pet!”

And so they ate.