Kobayashi The Bloated Brewery

Sorry for the delay in posting last week! Making up for it with two stories today. The other one will be Belle's Summer of Work Part 3 for the explicit tier!

This story is an unorthodox sequel to Kobayashi's Sloppy Weekend Binge. Tags: Liquid inflation (beer), stuffing, juicing/lactation, rapid expansion, gradual expansion.

--- Heavy Stout ---

“BBBBLOOORRRUUP. . .ooooh. . .you guyssccch. . .gotta. . .schtoop.” Kobayashi moaned, scratching her belly with a fat hand. She leaned back fully in the reclining chair, trying to find anyway to ease her aching stomach. The mound of flesh rose up with a reddened summit. She filled the chair, her fat testing the limits of the chair. At this point, the seat was held together mostly by magic. The dragons had cast increasingly powerful spells on it, trying to save it from the immense weight of its owner. Kobayashi cared little, only wanting a place to rest her sweaty mass. She lay back as much as she could, too tired and drunk to keep the other women away from her. Lucoa, Tohru, and Elma crowded around the obese, grumpy drunk. Each of the ladies held food in their hands, ready to stuff it into their master. They had noticed something interesting about Kobayashi’s physiology, a further mutation of the spell that Tohru had cast. 

In a fit of needy passion, Tohru had wrought a spell of chaos and corruption. It was meant to turn the level headed office worker into an aggressive glutton. The spell had succeeded far too well, stealing away all but the faintest shreds of the redhead’s former personality. This new Kobyashi was a belligerent drunk, seeking constantly to amuse herself with pleasures of the flesh. In the span of a weekend, Kobayashi had ballooned past 600 pounds and had even started to manifest draconic features. Black horns sprouted from her head and her hands could turn to claws, should she wish it. Yet, the spell had done even stranger things to the formerly long suffering woman. Kobayashi could produce her own alcohol.

“Oooooh. . .you know you want more!” Tohru said, putting down a plate of loaded fries. Piled high with melted cheese, meat, and many other toppings, the fries were swimming in grease and fat. Kobayashi mumbled a disagreement, but she was soon scooping the food into her mouth. It was near impossible for her to say no to food, especially when she was in the middle of a bender. Tohru watched with excitement as a mass of greasy fries were shoved into her lover’s mouth, summarily swallowed. Kobayashi’s belly gurgled soon after, already trying to process what had been thrown in. The trio whispered excitedly as they saw Kobayashi’s gut bloat and grow more taut. She was expanding quicker now, grease and unhealthy food the mechanism by which her strange powers were activated. Yet, they were not through with their testing yet. 

“Try these, Kobayashi!” Elma excitedly put down a bowl of blueberries. With a glare of jealousy at Tohru, the perky dragon tried to push the fries away. Kobayashi lurched like a rolling sea, too mentally focused on food to argue. She reacted to basic stimuli now, not caring about anything other than filling her bulky gut to the brim. Stained fingers dipped into the bowl, drawing out hefty fistfuls. Some of the berries escaped, falling onto the dirty tanktop that tried to keep Kobayashi modest. The rest were mashed into her chubby face. The redhead swallowed quickly, adding the fruit to the brew in her stomach. 

“What are you doing?” Tohru’s question was undoubtedly rhetorical, given how sharply it was hissed out. 

“Well. . .I wanted it to have a nice flavor!” Elma said, thinking back to the night they had discovered Kobayashi’s power. It had been after a legendary binge, with the obese women dragging her escorts across Tokyo. She had eaten and swilled beer to the point where she couldn’t walk. Tohru had been forced to roll the fatty back towards the apartment where they lived. As Kobayashi had bounced along, drunkenly complaining and belching, the other women had noticed a curious liquid draining from her breasts. Upon sampling, they had found it to be beer. “Last time it was just regular beer.” Elma stuck her tongue out. “I want something sweet!” 

“We don’t know how Kobayashi is going to react!” Tohru sniffed, feeling herself the expert on the fat woman’s condition. “Healthy food might ruin it.” Tohru leaned down to pat and jiggle Kobayashi’s thick cheek and thick chin fold. “She needs fattening, greasy food!” Tohru’s hand strayed lower, teasing the soft expanse of stomach just under Kobayashi’s breasts. She felt the surging, roiling food within. Kobayashi had supped well, her body about to start doing the real work. It would not be too much longer. Tohru smiled as she felt small tremors, the signs of increasing growth. Greasy food was melded with bushels of hops and the kind of low class, cheap beer that Kobayashi loved most. A symphony was beginning to play out within the rotund woman’s fattened body, one that would be shared with the entire apartment complex. 

“BBBBLLOOOOOOORRRRUUUP!” Kobayashi lurched forward to begin the belch but was blown back by the force. She slumped in the seat, messy hair falling over her eyes. “Oh. . .BBLLLEERRRRUPPT. . .I don’t. . .UUURRRUP. . .feel too. . .” The thought petered off as a surge of growth spread through the fat woman. Her stomach bulged out as if she had swallowed one of the belches. The trashy gray sweatshorts she wore snapped at the waistband as her voluminous stomach began to tighten. Before the current experiment, Kobayashi’s stomach had been flabby and divided into two pancake rolls. Now, however, her stomach was becoming whole once again. Sloshing and surging liquid noises filled the room as if a chorus of washing machines had been installed. Tohru and Elma clutched their arms to their jiggly chests in anticipation of Kobayashi’s change. Meanwhile, Kobayashi was struggling to balance her bloating body within the confines of the chair. 

The chair had been reliable even as Kobayashi had gotten fatter, drunker, and far less stable. It had coddled her when she had been less than a hundred pounds and did it’s best to stay upright as she passed 500. It was doomed nonetheless. Kobayashi’s stomach swelled with self-created beer, turning her most recent feast into a alcoholic mixture. That expansion only meant more mass for the chair to struggle against. The already lopsided arms were snapped and shoved out, Kobayashi’s liquid-retaining gut bobbing up and down as it pushed its way to freedom. With her arms held at strange angles, the bloating woman tried to keep from rolling off of the chair. “Woooaaah-HOOOOORRRUUUPPP!” Her nervous noises were cut off as another belch erupted out of her. This time, the burp came with suds and beer foam. The bubbles dribbled down her face, landing up on breasts that were decidedly fuller than they had been. 

“Is she growing too much?” Lucoa asked her partners. The older woman walked to Kobyashi, using her draconic strength to push the beer-flated woman into place. Fizz and foam dribbled out of the confused, lethargic woman’s mouth. The room had already stunk of beer, but now the smell was becoming overpowering. Breweries and decommissioned bars had less alcoholic smell than the tiny apartment now did. “What if she gets too big?”

“No such thing!” Tohru flashed across the room to hug Kobyashi’s other side. She had to speak louder, trying to be heard over the whirlpool sounds within the red head’s mountainous belly. Rather than stabilize Kobayashi as Lucoa had done, Tohru instead started to rock her girlfriend. She wanted to feel the gestating alcohol within Kobayashi. The waves within the bloating woman grew more furious, making the rest of her surge with growth. Kobayashi’s arms were forced upwards as her middle claimed more space. With increasing speed, Kobayashi was becoming perfectly round. Already she had started to take on an oblong, oval shape. It would not take much more for her arms to be fully swallowed. 

“Woooooow. . .” Elma gaped with curiosity. She approached with something close to reverence, kneeling before the incarnation of drunken revelry. Kobayashi sloshed back and forth, caught between Tohru causing chaos and Lucoa wanting to cure it. Between the dragons was a sphere of indulgence and frothy beer foam. “How does it feel, Kobayashi?” Elma put a hand to the other woman, more tender than Tohru but every bit as sexually interested. As if in response, another growth spurt wracked the blimp. Elma jumped back, afraid at first. The growth slowed but did not stop. It, and the obvious motion of liquid just beneath the human woman’s stomach, beckoned the dragoness forward once more. She wrapped her arms around what she could reach of Kobayashi and let the growth carry her towards the ceiling. 

Kobayashi could see almost nothing of the room below her. The best she could manage was a good look at a horizon line of puffy torso and then the orbiting moons that were her breasts. She wiggled her arms, succeeding in only moving her wrists. The rest of her limbs were trapped within her roly-poly, beer drenched body. Her tank top had ripped off several minutes prior, letting her hefty breasts bounce freely. She was at least proud of how they had grown. They were perfect and huge, filled with fat and further augmented by beer. She could feel how they wanted to pump, to spray carbonated liquid out for her dragons to drink. That would be satisfying, the only thing that could cure her current state. Kobayashi moaned again, hands flapping against her own belly. She so desperately needed to be juiced and pumped. Her tightness was reaching a fever pitch, the beer inside of her seeking to flow out as an unstoppable torrent. “Hoooooo. . .Tohru. . .Elma. . .” The gigantic beer-berry spoke slowly, her tongue and head dizzy with drunkenness. “. . .I need. . .to be. . .drank.” Foam dripped from Kobayashi’s lips. 

“Of course!” Tohru saluted, taking her hands away from Kobayashi. Now free, she started to roll. The chair underneath Kobyashi finally broke apart. The legs flew out in four separate directions, dragging Kobayashi straight down. The floor shook terrifyingly, boards cracking as she made her landing. Kobayashi felt her wet mass squelch down before sloshing back up. Her breasts rolled in circles, their overfilled bulks smashing into Elma’s head. The spherical woman felt extreme pain as her tightness was tested, then equally as extreme pleasure as she finally found release. 

“Haaaaaaaah!” Kobayashi moaned as freshly brewed beer rushed from her breasts. Suds quickly gave way to amber colored liquid. The apartment was quickly drenched, rivers of beer running from Kobayashi’s breasts, down her spherical stomach, and onto the carpet. “Ooooh. . .fuuuuccck. . .come on. . .taste. . .me!” Kobayashi begged for further pleasure. Tohru and Elma were quick to oblige, running forward to clamp their mouths upon the streaming fountains of libations. Kobayashi moaned as the girls suckeld. As she was drained of alcohol she began to return to normal. However, Elma and Tohru were already planning their next experiments. 

---- Office Spritzer ---

Kobayashi waddled up the stairs at the office, cursing the fact that the elevator had gone out. There had been no worse day for her return to work. Packed into work clothes that no longer fit, the bloated woman had been forced to waddle her fat into the stairwell. The first obstacle had been the door. Through constant bloating and experiments with her alcoholic production abilities, Kobayashi now rested in perpetual semi-inflation. Already large from the weight she had gained, the bloating effectively doubled her size and halved her mobility. The waddle she had developed at 600 pounds had devolved into a pathetic lumber. She had to throw herself forward, her belly sloshing up and down as her heavy steps landed. Kobayashi waddled with her chest and head back, trying to compensate for her immense beer-tanker. There was always some sort of alcohol fermenting in her gut, ready to be exploited by Tohru or Elma. 

“Heeeey, Kobayashi!” Today it was Elma’s turn to do the exploiting. Her voice was muffled and obscured, hardly able to be heard over the sloshing and churning of Kobayashi’s gut. Kobayashi was partially through the door, her stomach creating a very obvious problem. It had wedged around the frame, perfectly forming and leaving no room. Elma could see the warping and stress upon the overfilled belly, the blue shirt pulling away. She licked her lips, knowing that Kobayashi was once more on the precipice of a bloating. It would not take too much more for her to begin to balloon out of control. Liquor would be allowed to flow forth from the tankers that Kobayashi called breasts. Biting her lip in excitement, Elma addressed the stuck woman. “Need some help?” 

“Huuuuu-BLOOOOOOOOORRRRUUP!” Kobayashi vented brewing gas from her belly. There was momentary relief, but the pressure picked up again soon after. She knew it had been a stupid idea to come in. However, staying at home would have just meant more mad science from Tohru. She at least could try to bully Elma, being the smallest of the ladies. “Duh. Fuggin’. . .BBBBLLEERRRUP. . .puscccch. . .me. . .HEEERUUUP. . .out.” Her words were slurred and thick with the taste of beer. Now as a human brewing tank, Kobayashi was more grouchy than ever. Tohru’s spell had upped her aggression and the constant ache of swelling had taken it even further. “Time to. . .GGGGLUUUUURRUP. . .be usccheful. . .HHEERRRLOOORRROOP. . .for once.” Kobayashi grumbled drunkenly, foam trickling down her lips.

“Yes!” Elma danced in the secluded hallway as she agreed, happy to have the brewmaster all to herself. Tohru wouldn’t be here to decide what flavor and what alcohol Kobayashi should make. Further, when the redhead truly started to inflate to incredible sizes, Elma would have her all to herself. 

“Come. . .UUURRRRRRP. . .on!” Kobayahsi barked, her bulk sloshing. Her struggles were slow and meaningless, throwing her puffy arms from side to side. Hanging curtains of bicep fat slapped against breasts which were held back only by magically enhanced stitching. Kobayahsi felt first the movement of her flab and then the liquid residing within it. In an attempt to take pressure away from her bubbling kettle-gut, her fat was starting to get pumped full of beer. Wet rippling noises came in the aftermath of every move of her arms or legs. The noises were especially audible when her breasts bounced. Kobayashi’s grumbles and wheezes were almost lost amidst the chorus of other noises she made. “You gotta. . .HEERRRLLUURRUP. . .pusscccch.” She moaned, hiccuping after as her mind spiraled into drunken delirium. 

“Yes, of course, Kobayashi!” Elma was chipper, hopping her way forward to the immense butt knocking back and forth. Elma spread her arms wide, hugging her way into Kobayashi’s bountiful body. The sea of alcohol infused fat hugged back and Elma was thrown into a living ocean. Elma was tickled by the carbonation which was happening even in the massive brewmaster’s butt. All of Kobayashi was inflating, each molecule of her body working to produce as much beer as possible. Elma gave a small push, almost erotic in nature, just to feel the roiling sea better. Liquid inflated fat pushed back at her. She understood what had to be done. Kobayashi would come unplugged from the door, but in a way that would best suit her developing body. 

“Hurry. . .gggrrrrmm-ooooohh. . .up.” Kobayashi’s order was broken up by a groan, her stomach was really beginning to act up. Sweat ran down her chubby face, the discomfort of brewing taking its toll. 

“We can fix this!” Elma spoke, her face wedged between two buttcheeks that were gradually growing bigger. “But I can’t push you out.” Elma heard Kobayashi grumble, she could sense that something was up. “If we damage the wall, questions will be asked. They will know!” Elma played for time, hoping that Kobayashi would make herself drunk enough to forgo logical thinking. “But. . .ah. . .if we GROW you out. . .then you’ll just pop free!” Elma smacked the fatter woman’s hefty side, the sound of water in an innertube coming back to her seconds later. 

“That. . .HHOOORRRLLUURRRUUUP. . .doesn’t. . .GGGGGOORLLOOOORRRUUUUUP!” A terrific belch followed by a small growth spurt cut Kobayashi off. She reeled in her doorway prison, falling into her increasingly spherical bulk. Her eyes swum, dizzy from the headrush of intoxication. “Fine. . .jusccht. . .make it. . .quick.” As she agreed, a rush of wind tickled her backside and then her stomach. She looked down to see the top of the dragonesses’ head with a plate of donuts above it. 

“Right away!” Elma grinned. 

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“Another fruit platter for the brewer,” Elma said as she poured the sweet fruit towards Kobayashi’s open mouth. Cubed pineapple hunks slid slowly off the large plate whilst grapes and cherries rolled quickly by. Juice from all the various assortments of morsels dribbled off the edge and onto Kobayashi’s lips and chins. The huge, round woman gobbled what she could, lapping up everything that came within range of her tongue. Her stomach grew in proportion to the stuffing, billowing outward such that Elma had to cast a spell of levitation. The short haired dragon rose into the air, tilting the plate at an ever sharpening angle. There was much more to pack Kobayashi’s gut with. “Open wide! More food means you get out quicker!”

Kobayashi scarfed down food until a particularly violent growth spurt wracked her body. The secluded, forgotten stairwell hallway was filled with the rush of fruit infused alcohol. Kobayashi’s stomach heaved forward, tightening further. She had reached the beginnings of the balloon stage. Her various folds as well as the other defining features of fatness had been removed as she grew towards the final stages of tautness. Kobayashi was smooth and glistening with alcoholic sweat. Her arms were round drumsticks, so tight and filled that they were held at odd angles above her head. Her legs were immobile pillars. Befitting her status as a beer balloon, Kobayashi’s clothes were nearly ready to pop off. Her belt dug deeply into her gut, separating her smooth gut into equally sized hemispheres. The upper hemisphere of her torso had canyons dug in by buttons that refused to pop. 

“Ok! Next treat!” Elma, still orbiting the upper reaches of Kobayashi’s planet-like body, drew her finger in a circle and traced out a spell. Reality parted and a bottle dropped down into the dragon’s soft, small hands. “We can take a break from food.” Elma clawed open the bottle, fizz coming out of it. Kobayashi strained to look past her puffing cheeks, trying to read the label on the bottle. Her lips worked, fighting against the walls of blubber on either side. Elma caught the question more by intuition than by hearing. “Club soda! Great for a light, carbonated spritzer.” Her free hand came down and squished Kobayashi’s cheeks. Even those were bloating with reserved alcohol. “It’s the drink of a sophisticated business woman.” Elma then plopped the large bottle into Kobayashi’s mouth. Instinctively, the red head began to chug. 

Gummmmssh. . .glug. . .glug. Kobayashi’s swallows were as thick and clumsy as her body. The effect of the tasteless soda upon her was near instantaneous. What had been fermenting beer lightened considerably, though that lightness meant only one thing. . .

“BBBBBOOOOOOORRRRRUUU-WWWWOOOORRP!” Kobayashi rocketed a belch out, shaking the walls around her. Her stomach moved as if she was pregnant and feeling the kicks of many feet. She blimped outward, starting to attain dirigible status.”Hhhhrrrmmm. . .BBBBBLUEEERRRUUP. . .” Each word spoken came out as a groaning belch. Kobayashi splayed her fingers out as she felt her arms being fully submused into her growing mass. She was returning to a purely spherical form, casting away her need for articulated limbs. Fizzing club soda rolled out of the corners of her mouth, mixing with her now fruity tasting saliva. The door frame groaned, beginning to lose the battle against the woman wedged in it. As had happened before, Kobayashi’s belly was becoming a whirlpool of alcohol. Cocooned within herself, Kobayashi hiccuped and belched. She spewed fruity bubbles, showing signs that the spritzer forming within her was coming to maturity. 

“Getting close! We will have you out soon, Kobyashi!” Elma tossed away the drained bottle and floated back down to the ground. Kobyashi loomed over her, having become a rotund sphere. Her uniform body was forced into an oval shape by the door frame prison. Kobayashi had grown to her largest size, big enough to crush couches, but had not yet been released from the door. She would have to grow more if she was to be freed. “Hold tight!” Elma patted Kobayashi’s tanker gut. She reached her arms out, placing her palms into the center mass of the wobbling woman. Elma then began to shake, using all of her strength to rub and massage Kobayashi vigorously. 

The bloated woman grew exponentially, rising like dough on a timelapse. Her belly poured forth, devouring the space around her. Though growing rounder with each passing second, Kobayashi’s head sunk into her mass. The big woman groaned as her arms were finally hidden up to her puffy hands. “I’m gonna. . .EEEYOOOORRRUUUUPPPP. . .pop!” Kobayashi gasped, fear cutting through her drunkenness. She had never been this tight before, her clothes hanging around her reddening body in tatters. 

“Grow Kobayashi! Grow!” Elma continued shaking her, trying to coax every bit of expansion possible. Finally, in a shower of fruity alcohol and fizz, Kobayashi reached her limit. Her breasts poured out the spritzer fermenting in her gut, filling the hallway with the overpowering smell of fruit. Though light on alcoholic content, the sheer carbonation made her breasts lactate with the power of fire hydrants. The stairwell and wall were doused in the liquid, stripping some of the paint away. Bubbles rose from the puddle and even escaped from Kobayashi’s breasts. The beer-berry shifted in her doorframe prison, the force of her juicing strong enough to nudge her an inch or two. She flapped her useless, trapped hands in orgasam. Though coming free, Kobayashi had forgotten that was ever her goal. Elma too, had forgotten what she was working on. Now was the time to enjoy, foregoing every bit of common sense and decorum in the pursuit of passion. 

“Ooooh. . .mmmgghph. . .thiscch iscch. . .your best!” Elma said as she tried to latch her mouth around one of Kobayashi’s pumping breasts. It was only Elma’s draconic strength that allowed her to overcome the juicy stream. Her face was drenched and her cheeks were stretched to an almost comical degree, but slowly the short harried woman came closer towards her goal. Kobayashi’s delicious, intoxicating brew would finally be hers. Through the endless torrent of fizzy liquid Elma was able to find a soft breast and diamond hard nipple. She pressed her face into the breast, coaxing more liquid out. She gulped down the spritzer, allowing her body to become a conduit for Kobayashi’s elixir. Elma felt at home in water and this was little different. She took more and more in, feeling the whirlpool within Kobayashi’s gut continuing to churn. Elma’s own stomach began to match the tempest. 

“Elma. . .BBBOOOORRRUUUURRRLLUURRP. . .I’m coming. . .haaaaah. . .looose!” Kobayashi moaned, again feeling a shift. Lubricated, shrinking from expelling so much of her juice, and contending with another body had allowed Kobayashi to extricate herself further. Elma was bloating up in real time their bodies bumping into each other like buoys at a dock. Elma was still a moon compared to Kobayashi’s Jupiter, but the effect was noticeable. “Suck. . .AAAAH. . .me. . .dry!” Kobayashi screamed, unable to keep the erotic tension from her voice. Elma obeyed, greedily slurping the spritzer. The small dragon now sported a ponderous gut, which was beginning to bloat on its own. As Elma grew, her sucks became greedier. She thrust her hips, bouncing her ballooning gut against Kobayashi’s sphere-body. In the spray of alcoholic mist, Kobayashi was finally knocked free. She bounced around the hallway, rotund body crushing large dents into the walls. Fizz and juice still pumped from her, making her roll like a deflating balloon. Eventually, they slowed to a small drizzle. Kobayashi was left largely round, though her arms and legs reappeared slightly. Elma, bore a waterlogged gut that showed no signs of going away. 

--- Keg Stand ---

A loud, room shaking gurgle drew Tohru away from her work. She had been stirring a large pot filled with fruit and honey. It was to be her brewing masterpiece, a mead so finely brewed that it would put all the old Scandanavians to shame. However, in the wake of a second gurgle, the dragoness decided that she had other things to attend to. Kobayashi needed as much attention as the bubbling muck within the pot. Sighing with love, she peeked under the cabinets and into the living room. She saw little other than a ball that touched the ceiling and pushed away all the furniture around it. Another gurgle thundered out and the ball shuddered, moved by its own stomach noises. Tohru did not tarry in making her way to the living room. 

Tohru bounced extra on her way to see Kobayashi, her curves having been heavily enhanced over the past several months. Brewing had become a fixture of their lives, changing everything. Tohru had to get as intimately familiar with the ingredients that she fed Kobayashi as the woman brewing it did. Sampling had quickly turned to gorging as Tohru realized she would always be smaller than her girlfriend. The various brews had also had an effect on Tohru, many of which were two or three times the calories of their normally brewed cousins. Kobayashi was fat and heavy and spread that fat to the drinks she made. Not that Tohru minded. Now close to 300 pounds, she had plenty of softness with which she could tantalize the permanently inflated woman with. 

“Koooobayaaaashi!” Tohru sang and she jumped her way up to the other woman. At this point, Kobayashi had been turned into a room devouring sphere, so laden with brewing and fermenting alcohol that her perfect orb shape had begun to degrade. Anytime she was not brimming with carbonation her body would go from spherical to ovoid. Tohru’s fat body rolled upon this mass, smelling the stink of beer and feeling the bubbling fizz under the surface. Rather than climb, Tohru swam like an alligator through Kobayashi’s soft flesh. Tohru’s thickened, fat tail pumped her up to her girlfriend’s face. Kobayashi had round, flabby cheeks which were bigger than the combined mass of Lucoa and Tohru’s breasts. Her face was nestled in a depression, ever so slightly swallowed by the upper curve of what had been her shoulders. Kobayashi had a grumpy, dazed expression. Used to getting her way and permanently battling intoxication had made her a loveable grump. Tohru kissed her lover, teasing pouty but inflated lips. “Just a little bit longer. Then you’ll be full again.” 

“BBBBEEELLLLEERRRUUUUP!” Kobayashi shrugged off the kiss with a belch that shook the apartment. “Uuuuuggggh. . .hurry it. . .yuuuu-OOORRUUUP. . .thuh. . .fugg. . .up.” Kobayashi grumbled, her voice made deeper and bassy from her drum kettle body. The immense woman’s hair was a frizzled mess, turned shaggy from the humidity her sweaty body put out as well as her refusal to have it brushed. Kobayashi had accepted her life as a peram-drunk berry woman, wallowing in greedy indulgence. She got to boss her dragons around, eat all day, and never return to sobriety. Excited by her belch, her breasts began to drizzle unfinished alcohol. Whatever did not make it to the floor to pool under her would be reabsorbed into her body to be repurposed for the brew to come.

“I need. . .BBBBBLLLEERRRUUUP. . .more. . .hic. . .food!” Kobayashi was interrupted by an untimely hiccup. It seemed that belches and hiccups were more common than full sentences now. Puffy hands that were almost totally obscured flapped, making her liquid inflated fat bounce. It was hard to know just how fat Kobayashi had become, given the state she rested in. Deflation was seemingly impossible, her body always a roiling kettle of fermenting substance. Kobayashi did not mind, so long as she was given her due.

“Of course, of course, of course!” Tohru was head over heels in her response, breathing up each repetition with kisses. Her fattened tail slapped at random on Kobayashi, stirring up small whirlpools under her blubber. “I’ve almost got your mixture done.” Tohru looked behind to check on the bubbling honey concoction. She had thought it would simmer longer, but it seemed that Kobayashi’s needs would interrupt the process. Not like it mattered, there would be endless more cooks. “Give me one moment!” Tohru said, moving at speeds untraceable by the human eye. 

Kobayashi gave no thanks when Tohru flashed back into existence with the pot of honey and fruit. It was just expected that Tohru would see to her every whim, making sure that her greed filled desires and grumpy commands were obeyed full stop. “Bout. . .BBBLOOO-YOOOURRRUUP. . .TIME!” Kobayashi growled before opening her mouth. She waited for her chance to once again glut herself to near unconsciousness. Though she would not say it, part of her was excited for the bloating and alcohol production that would follow. Beyond the physical ecstasy, it was like she was creating art with her body. 

Tohru poured the pot slowly, the amber mixture coming out with no real hurry. The honey had thickened around the fruit, the flavors of all mixing together in a strange and wonderful brew. What scant light there was in the apartment was caught by the drizzle of honey, making it shine even more brilliantly. The honey was a river of gold and the fruit within it were gemstones. They were poured into Kobayashi, who started to slurp and suckle with sloppy intensity. Her tongue slapped against her lips, trying to pull as much food as she could into her maw. Hidden arms and legs flapped up and down, moving on instinct rather than conscious thought. Kobayshi’s cheeks were soon awash in the mixture. She made no attempt to eat politely and less to get everything into her mouth. At points, Tohru had to use her tail to stop the flow of spilled honey and dam it around Kobayashi’s chins. 

“Mmmmgghph. . .moooore. . .mmmgghph. . .gimmie!” Kobayashi burbled through the meal, her face sloshing back and forth. Already, bubbles of what would become mead were escaping her mouth when she grunted or belched. “HIC. . .needsscch to. . .be. . .schweeter!” Kobayashi gave commands to Tohru, assessing the mixture. She wasn’t going to let it be a subpar creation. It was her body doing all of the work, especially when her breasts would start to flow with the elixir. Kobayashi was given her wish moments later when a bag of sugar floated in from the kitchen. Tohru had to mix on the fly, using magic and her tail to add the powdery grains to flowing honey. As the experiment continued, Kobayashi was made a sticky mess. The honey that had collected on her face was doused in spilled sugar, turning her face into a white-ish plaster. Groaning and grumbling, Kobayashi licked what she could. The rumbling in her stomach was intensifying as the vortex of alcohol absorbed the honey and fruit. 

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Elma waddled her way up the stairs to Kobayashi’s apartment. In one hand she held a bag of groceries, mostly honey and fresh fruit. She was to provide the second course of mead mixture for Kobayashi. In her other hand she held a beer. It was the last surviving member of the six pack she had picked up from the store. Though the bottle was full, in several large gulps it had disappeared with only a trace of froth left to mark its passing. Elma, meanwhile, belched loudly and tossed the beer away. The dragoness’ path was marked with the littered beer bottles, one falling after the other. She was just beginning to get tipsy, her stomach bloating. “BBBBELLLLLRRRUUUP. . .good. . .hic. . .but nothing. . .hic. . .like Kobayashi.” Elma mused, bubbles springing from her mouth. She put her free hand on her stomach, feeling the doughy mass of fat and the fizzing beer underneath. Nothing came close to Kobayashi. Her body or the bubbling brew underneath, Elma wanted to sample it all. She was addicted. 

Her body reflected the change. She was at least a hundred pounds fatter than Tohru, her body bursting out of the sweat stained office clothes she wore. Her shirt had burst open to reveal a doughy gut and the beginnings of a shredded bra. There were sweat stains under each arm, hastened on by the constant swill she guzzled down. From sun up to when she inevitably crashed, Elma drank. Each beer was a small reminder of the wonders that Kobayashi could produce. The hefty dragon scratched her hair as she reached the final stair towards Kobayashi’s landing. Elma tried to put her hair in order, but it was too lathered in spilled beer to fix. She was slow to wash it, wanting to smell like the red head’s various produced drinks. Elma had received several write ups from the office about her behavior and appearance, but had yet to do anything about them. Really, all that mattered to her was tasting more of Kobayashi. Halfway up the stairs, Elma picked up the smell of mead. Her hand closed around the bag and she began to run. Tohru, always looking to get one up on her, had already started the fun. 

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“Oooooh. . .Kobayashi. . .you grew. . .too much. . .master.” Tohru grunted as she was pressed further into the ceiling. All around her was bubbling fat and the sounds of snapping floorboards. Tohru at once praised her skill at brewing but cursed her lack of foresight. Kobayashi had grown quickly, filling the apartment in a matter of minutes. She seemed on pace to grow to dirigible size, passing all records before. Tohru had been too busy squeezing and jiggling her girlfriend’s swelling form to realize what was happening. Before long she had become pinned between Kobayashi’s out of control middle and the ceiling. It was heaven and hell mixed together in spectacular fashion. The smell of mead filled the apartment, as did the rush of Kobayashi’s juicing breasts. She had started to lactate early, though she was still growing. Torrents of intensely sweet mead rushed out as an amber waterfall which was covering the bits of floor not already claimed by Kobayashi’s soggy body. 

“HHHAAAAAAH. . .YYEEERRUUUPPP-BBBOOORRRUP!” Kobyashi was beyond normal speech. She belched just as another rush of growth rolled over her. The entire building luched around with her. She had sprouted up through the ceiling and down through the floor. The supporting beams and columns were now linked with the swollen woman. This was proven all the more as another surge of growth hit the immense woman. Kobayashi swelled with such violent intensity that she was knocked backwards. Her backside, now bigger than a pickup truck, crashed fully into the apartment below. She rolled slightly, moaning and groaning. Her breasts were pointed up, shooting mead geysers into the air.  It was through this intoxicating mist that Tohru fell. 

Like a cat, Tohru flipped end over end in an acrobatic display. Unlike a cat, she landed mouth first. Her face latched onto one of Kobyashi’s breasts, her tongue lapping up the mead. Her hands pressed into the immense breast, keeping her fully upright. Tohru’s dress fell over her head, her tail pointing straight into the air. She cared little, just happy that she was free from being pinned and allowed to sample the latest brew. She guzzled and drank, feeling her stomach growing heavy and full. The soft dough of her gut became taut, forced outward by the rushing gallons she was taking on. Tohru continued licking until she felt someone else buddying up to Kobayashi.

“Heeeeeeey!” Elma whined, crawling over the spilled mass of human turned bio-distillery. “You. . .HIC. . .started. . .without. . .me!” The fatter dragon bounced and crawled in an unflattering manner until she reached Kobayashi’s unattended breast. Not wanting to be outdone, she assumed a similar pose to Tohru and hoisted her bulk into the air. Her blue tail flapped out, looking far flabbier than before; little rolls sagging down on it. 

“Ugh!” Tohru grunted, trying to smack Elma away with her tail. She wanted the spoils for herself. Kobayashi was her pile of wealth, only stored in liquid form. And, as Kobayashi’s staunchly loyal maid, it was her right to claim as much as she wanted. Elma grunted and swatted back. She was met with a swift reprisal. Chunky tails slapped against bloating bodies as the war escalated. The two rivals would battle until both were so drunk and round that they were forced to fall from Kobayashi. Meanwhile, the redhead would pump mead until she fell through another floor.