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If You Feed A Lamia Dessert
🕑 Added 2022-12-16 00:01:07 +0000 UTCThis story was a priority commission for MeatPedal, and stars two of his monstrously lovely OCs, Idephine and Mira!! Attached are character references for either gal, and you can check out more of the lovely pair over on Meat’s DA!!
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If you give a dormouse a cookie, she’ll ask for a glass of milk.
If you feed a lamia dessert, she’ll end up breaking your bed.
When Mira had met Idephine, she’d been as thin as a… well, as a garden snake! She wasn’t exactly skinny, lamia were known to have just the right kind of softness in all the right kind of places, but her waist had been slim and her hips had been muscular. She’d had a remarkable appetite, again as most lamia do, but it took a lot of calories to move thirty feet of scaled aristocracy and Idephine used to burn through them each day!
She used to…
From the awkward spot in her broken bed, Mira blinked tiredly at her spinning ceiling fan. Its chilly wind was a lovely relief on her pale skin and exposed tummy… or rather, her exposed gut…
Exhausted as she was, the raven-haired beauty knew that the softness had taken her in a few respects. Her slim middle had turned into a pudgy paunch and the gap in her thighs had slowly been closed by her soft, fattened thighs.
Whether it had been closed temporarily, or if her thighs had shut with the same resounding *POOMF* that had broken her bed, remained to be seen. Hopefully the former.
Likely the later…
She could get a gym membership.
Why bother? You lift enough weight every time that you hug her.
She could count calories.
And then you’d notice how much you two go through each day.
Cardio, then?
That’s how you broke your damn bed.
…
My back hurts…
Mira let out a very, very, very long sigh.
From beside her, the steady stream of piggy snores fractured.
A great sensation of unseen motion came over the room. Something immense was being dragged across the layer of blankets which were spread out over the hardwood, and then something even larger slapped the ground with a solid *Thum.*
Mira waited.
The snoring did not return.
Simultaneously trying to ignore twinges of discomfort she felt from the busted springs on the small of her back, and deciding that no, having someone come out to take a look at repairs and reinforcement could not wait until after the weekend, she turned to her left.
Nearest the headboard, a pair of blankets, fuzzy red-and-black wool ones decorated with cherubic Christmas deer, ruffled slightly. Further down, a much thicker arrangement of five blankets rose up from the others, one layered over the next to create the illusion of an unbroken hill. Up, and up, and up they rose, cresting over the top… and that’s all Mira could see. She knew that they fell back down some, they had to at some point, but it was beyond her sight.
She liked the view from atop of the mountain so very much.
Mira blinked at the blankets there, watching, but they did not stir further.
Which is why she was so surprised when she looked back towards the headboard and found a hand peeking out. For a second, she held her breath, afraid she’d been loud or disturbed the hand’s owner, but no. The appendage was laid languidly backwards, over the small curve of a custom firm pillow, laying atop of a slight tussle of hair.
The hair should be pink, but the dark light of winter’s bright moon made her look lavender. But it did not smell like a flower.
She smelled like shamrocks. Like… springtime, and freshness, and morning and…
Idephine smelled like love.
It is a scent that is impossible to explain, but Mira knew it right now. She’d known it from their first kiss, their first date, the first time she’d fed Idephine dessert, and the thousandth time she’d done the same thing. It was something the lamia carried with her, much like she carried her tail, or her hair, or her…
Mira looked back down to the pile of blankets that reached high into the sky, then back to the hand.
Even her hands had grown fat.
But it wasn’t just that. They were soft hands, pale and pleasant, and you could almost tell how those round chubby sausages had been long with skinny nobility. They’d never seen labor, never felt work. They’d been washed before supper, then washed before the dessert that they had shared in bed.
Meat can be so messy when it’s cooked rare for a carnivorous appetite…
Mira blinked at the chubby fingers.
The slight discomfort in her back faded.
She watched… and she watched… and she blinked…
And the world transformed.
She watched as one of the fingers twitched on the hand. It almost seemed to beckon at her, and then she realized that something was moving on the other side of it. A flash of pink scales on either side of the finger, and then over the tip of the nail, bright pink hair and a pair of lovely bright eyes.
Idephine smiled up to Mira, and then Mira realized that it was her finger, on her hand, and the little snake’s long tail was slowly spinning round till it was tied loose round her wrist.
The girl looked down, and she was suddenly wearing her usual black top. But… no, this top was two big. It was twice her size.
So why did it feel so bloody tight?
Mira swallowed, then her hand went to her neck as she felt her black choker there, then the girl balked as she felt the flesh that pudge round either side of it. The jewelry held her like a belt round her girlfriend’s belly, but then, why was her girlfriend only as tall as her-
“No fair!” called the tiny lamia, and the immense goth felt her thickened thighs quiver and her round belly jiggle with a loud rumble. Back on her hand, Idephine, who Mira only now noticed looked barely chubby, was shouting, “You never share!”
“N-never share…?”
Mira balked, the breath catching in her throat. Was that her voice? It was so deep and… but she’d felt her choker vibrate when she talked!! She swallowed, then looked back to her hand.
“Never share wha-” the husky giantess began, but stopped to gape at the food she now held shut in her fist, with the tiny lamia still holding on near her fingers.
The meat was still attached to the bone that she held in her hand. It didn’t look like any meat that Mira’d ever cooked. It was nearly as big as her head, which made it almost a quarter the size of her vast belly. It had been cooked well, browned skin steaming with its delicious scent, and small flecks of grease dribbled down the bone to Mira’s fist, meeting the much smaller dribbles of wet drool which fell from the lips of her tiny snake.
Mira’s thinking mind was still trying to process that she could feel the flesh of her chin sunk into her neck. She could hardly breathe, and she couldn’t see the hundreds of pounds that throbbed inwards and out as her obesity puffed with every inhale and exhale.
Which allowed instinct to immediately overpower her thoughts.
“Would you like a bite?” she asked.
“M-maybe… just… one?” Idephine asked.
Mira nodded encouragingly, tilting the meat towards the little lamia. She thought she might have to further prompt the girl, but like a buzzsaw to wood, Idephine attacked.
She flicked herself forwards, tail unhitching from Mira’s wrist and coming all the way up her knuckle while the pink-haired snake sunk her fangs straight into the meat. Her claws latched on as if they too were jaws, but then they tore their chunks of meat back, even though there was no room to get them past Idephine’s packed lips!!
The hungry noodle began to fall back, and would have gone down to the ground had Mira not tilted the meat so that she lay up on top.
Her front covered in grease, her mouth packed with meat and her eyes blazing enjoyment, Idephine smiled a wonderfully fanged grin as she chomped and chewed and her tail spun all the way to circle the slab, and Mira could not help but laugh and laugh until she felt her choker crack from the force of her laughter. It burst, releasing her neck, and then the fat giantess laughed some more.
Idephine took mouthful after mouthful, eating viciously and sloppily and with such gusto and glory. Mira began to wonder how she’d clean her off this time, as she still needed to upgrade her bathroom to fit someone that was thirty feet long and over two-thousand pounds, and then she remembered her girlfriend was so tiny now.
She was maybe two feet long, and not even five pounds! Even if she seemed intent to change that throughout the course of this meal…
Mira used her other hand to stroke her favorite snake on the hair, gently prodding Idephine’s curves in bemused wonder. She felt her heartbeat quicken when the snake spun round her finger, a lovely motion that the much larger Idephine usually did around her waist, but more importantly, as her instincts always did when ensuring her darling sausage would have a full tummy, Mira felt pure delight.
In minutes, a quarter of the slab was gone, then half. Mira might have helped it along, with a bite or two for her own wanting stomach, but she wasn’t sure if Idephine even noticed, so busy was the small snake with filling her mouth and stuffing her stomach until it looked like the poor girl had swallowed a fat ostrich egg.
She couldn’t finish. By three-quarters, she was slowing down, and her stomach was big enough that she was struggling to reach past. Mira knew from experience that first would come the potbelly, then the fat hips and the fleshy buttocks. Then she’d complain about how her arms are too soft and her belly’s too wide and she’s having trouble slithering because her hips are so fat, and all of it brought such a strange feeling to the goth giantess.
As she held Idephine in her palm, her other hand playfully poking her tummy and making the glutted snake belch, she felt an immense sense of excitement.
“Are you all finished already?” she asked. “No more room, little Princess?”
“N-no.. more… *Urrrrp!*” the girl belched.
Mira giggled with sheer delight. She used her probing finger to reach beneath Idephine’s shirt, tearing the small rips her belly had forced until the lamia’s bare breasts and belly were freed.
“I’m gonna have to wash you up, okay? Such a messy girl.”
“N-not the… dish soap…” Idephine struggled.
Mira twittered, and it sounded like a fattened penguin who’d sucked in a mouthful of helium. “Of course not~” she intoned, lifting her snake up to her eyes while her other went to her own top to undo the buttons and unleash her belly. “Not when both of us need a nice long bath…”
Idephine lifted a hand to her mouth and belched into it. Her drunken, glutted groans were her only further reply.
Mira made it to her bathroom, her spectacularly fat hips shimmying out of her skirt, when she saw something that gave her pause.
An immense woman peered at her from the bathroom sink. Her black hair was lifted into a high pair of twintails, her orange eyes sparkling with some delicious motivation. It was her skin though, her glorious and wonderful and midnight pale skin, that pulled the girl’s black lipstick up into a smirk. It was almost as if she was looking at Idephine, and there was something darker there too, but still very pretty.
And it made Mira feel beautiful, before the snake on her palm belched, and her reflection broke into an immense belly laugh.
“You know,” she said down towards the little pink snake, “As much as I like you so small, I kind of prefer-”
A hand came through the mirror.
It did not come through quickly, but slow. Exceptionally, resplendently slow. It was fat, attached to a fatter wrist and a fatter forearm. And when it touched Mira, she’d the scent of shamrocks before another suddenly plunged out to grab her, and the pudgy goth was pulled through the mirror, and back onto her broken bed.
Darkness, absolute, smothering, warm darkness completely covered Mira. She heard low snuffles, the sound of movement and the thick layers of the tail which had already wrapped around her legs. It was tight, breath-stealingly tight, but she was held against a wonderfully soft and immense pink gluttony of endless wanting.
She’d just enough energy to grunt, wiggle, and she brushed the messy blankets off to the side where they fell onto the floor, and she and her girlfriend were completely revealed.
She couldn’t see Idephine’s face, but she could feel the vast jiggles that rippled across the snake’s belly of jelly. It sounded almost as heavy as it felt, buoyant wobbles cascading from where her legs fluttered against the tail and where her chin had been pinched into the snake’s fat breasts.
Somehow, Mira was able to muster enough strength into her elbows to spread the vice wide and lift her face back. Then she saw Idephine’s face… her wonderful face, and the fanged smile that was spread from ear to pink ear.
On her back, Idephine’s plushness was perfect, like a strawberry marshmallow taken fresh from the pack. The lamia’s weight spread from side to side, so wide that Mira could scarcely reach the bedsheet, and her shoulders were pinched beneath the girl’s large breasts. But it was her face, her naked delight, which caused Mira’s arms to melt back down into the fleshy hug, now turned so she could still manage some breath.
Silently, she laid there. Idephine would wake soon, shivering due to her missing blankets or realizing she’d, yet again, snatched Mira during some blissful dream. It wasn’t uncommon, and as she got bigger it actually became easier for Mira to twist just right so she could still get some air. Plus, she was tired… so very, very tired… and her girlfriend, this bed made of sugar and the plumpness of love, was a lovely spot to lay.
There were no busted springs that dug into her back.
She’d begun to drift off, fuzzy and warm, when she felt a movement. The lamia’s long tail wiggled between her knees, and a wet growl jiggled up from the pit of her belly.
Mira smiled, thinking that Idephine must be dreaming of food… and then, from above, drifted a husky whisper.
“Are you finished… already?” Idephine asked. “You could… fit… one more bite…”
