Shantae And The Zombie-Girl’s Kiss

Our first of the extreme weight gain shorts! Shantae and Rottytops create a very spicy entry. I don't know much about the game, but I do love the character designs. When my schedule allows, I might have to play some for some. . .inspiration.

Next short will be coming end of this week!

"Wotty. . .diisscchh. . .UUURRP. . .scheemsch. . .gwood." Shantae tried to speak as best as she was able. She had to fight against both the hose in her mouth and the movements of her facial folds. Tan blubber flew out before her, with only the line of her purple ponytail to help differentiate the landscape before her. Landscape was certainly an apt description. Filling the bedroom, the once tiny, half-genie bellydancer had become a blob. Her fat rolled forward, crushing all that got in its way. Immense breasts, nearly barrel sized, undulated atop a stomach that could capsize a sailboat of small to medium size. Her soft, pink nipples danced like she used to. It was nice to see and feel. Even immobile and room filling, Shantae's dancing days were not totally behind her. "Wha. . .mmpgh. . .isch. . .thisch?" Shantae had a pronounce fatty lisp, courtesy of cheeks and chins as big around as serving platters.

"Ssshhh, don't talk with your mouthful!" Rottytops said, appearing over one of Shantae's large and fat broadened shoulders. Puffed up with fat, the orange extremities might have been better used as benches or many person beanbags. "You're gonna spill my precious formula everywhere!" Shantae looked back at Rotty with guilty, puppy dog eyes. She sucked at her feeding hose, trying to make up for the trails of wasted formula now running down her face. Rottytops rolled her eyes before leaning in and kissing one of Shantae's hefty cheeks. It was like sinking into a warm marshmallow, save that it was bigger than Rotty's face. "Gosh, I can never stay mad at you!" She broke away, green lipstick marks smearing Shantae's face. "My big, wobbly pile of genie!" The exuberant zombie girl rolled down onto Shantae's girth chest, wedged in the space where the freighter sized breasts fell off and onto her lower stomach and thighs. She teased Shantae's many, many chin folds. First with her hand, then with her mouth and tongue.

Shantae giggled even with the tube in her mouth, blush flooding her cheeks. Just as she was insatiable when it came to food, the emerald skinned zombie was as insatiable in her need to touch, tease, and caress her. Rotty, sensing just how much Shantae was enjoying it, pressed deeper. The titanic genie bucked and wobbled, subject to pleasure she couldn't deny. It was a grand feeling, being so fat that she could only eat and be fucked. Rotty kissed and suckled the chin folds, eagerly planting her plump lips wherever she could. She had all of the mobility and energy that Shantae now lacked, one undead woman hell bent on pleasing her lover by any means. Shantae squirmed as much as she was able and found herself growing wet. Such uncontrolled passion being played out upon her bulk was too much for Shantae. "Wotty. . .mmmgpgh. . .need. . .uuuhhff. . .you. . ." Shantae moaned through the fire hose pumping fattening fluid into her body. "Seexsch. . .pleasche?" She moaned again.

"Oh my gosh!" Rotty exclaimed, rolling up to her massive lover. "You are such a little animal!" She kissed Shantae, who again felt pleasure surge through her loins. "Coming right up." Rotty whispered before sliding down Shantae's mass. The massive genie would have clapped, had she been able to move her arms. Instead she settled for wiggling her sausage fingers, which were trapped by loads of arm fat. Rotty was sliding and rolling down her fat, sometimes stopping to plant kisses along the way. Shantae loved the buildup. Far too fat to stroke her own passions, she was at the mercy of her excitable lover. She gasped as Rotty rolled under her lowest gut fold. She could feel the small woman crawling and rolling her way under the hundreds of pounds of blubber. Shantae’s sea of tanned blubber rocked even more violently than normal as Rotty moved. The blobby genie herself hadn’t move in months. . .or possibly years? It was hard to keep track of time in the little pleasure cocoon that she and Rotty had constructed. With a world at peace and no more adventures to be hand, the couple had turned their attention and desires to each other. It had been quite the delicious awakening.

“Aaaah, buried treasure!” Rotty said, finally reaching her lover’s gushing well. Though she knew Shantae could not hear her, she couldn’t let the pun go to waste. With how soft and warm Shantae’s inner sweetness was, the metaphor was certainly apt. She pressed her face in deeply and allowed her tongue to work its magic. She was as energetic a lover as she was a conversationalist. Her face, mouth, and tongue working in every direction possible to deliver the most sexual gratification to her blobbish lover.

“Oh. . .mmmhppggh. . .Wotty. . .thisch. . .aaaaahhh!” Shantae started to cry above as she climaxed. She could not help but orgasm quickly. Her entire life now revolved around mounting pleasure. She was held in a state of constant euphoria, held just on the line of gluttonous and sexual fulfillment. Over hours and sometimes even days her need built, rumbling within her. Her emerald skinned lover held the reigns of sexual control, only allowing her the freedom to cum when it suited her. Playfully and with great mirth, she chose this moment. Shantae was quick to indulge. Her body rose up with summoned magical strength, muscles that lay utterly hidden and ill used suddenly tensed. Then all the tension was released at once. Shantae flopped into a puddle of her own naked fat. Her eyes became half lidded, sleepy with exhaustion and her lips slackened a bit, loosening her feeding hose. Sleepily, she waited for Rotty to make her way back up to her. She would kiss and coo sweet things in Shantae’s ears, taking the feeding tube out. The two would kiss for a while, before Shantae was allowed to rest and recover for her next sexual escapade.