Breaking Discipline

Kneesocks was surrounded by countless tubes, each one twitching and ready to fill anyone reckless enough to let them in. She stood tall and defiant in her glossy black outfit, the leather skirt riding high over her swollen hips and vanishing between the heavy swell of her thighs. Every strap of lace stretched desperately against her plump red skin, straining to contain her weight. Kneesocks's gaze was as calculating as ever, her yellow eyes narrowing as she took in the array of tubes slid around her.

"Do you really expect me to be intimidated by a bunch of hoses? I'll handle this with my unbreakable discipline."

She sneered, annoyed at the thought of being underestimated. But the moment the first tube forced its way between her lips, the thick endless stream slid down her throat and although she tried to scowl a warm blush crept across her cheeks.

Her hands instinctively pressed against her rapidly swelling belly, her palms sinking into the taut dome. The thin threads of her suit began to give way. Folds of fat spilled from the edges of her tight armbands. She squeezed her belly like a massive stress ball, her breath coming ragged between muffled gulps. No amount of training with her sister Scanty had ever prepared her for a “test of endurance” like this.

Her stomach soon touched the floor, forcing her stance wider. She wavered, nearly losing her balance, but her ass had grown just as enormous—its sheer size counterbalancing her weight and keeping her upright.

"Mmph… even if this looks chaotic, I must regain my composure…"

Suddenly, two more tubes were inserted into her mouth, tripling the speed of her growth. This shocked the demon for a moment due to the surprise attack.

"Three at once? You think I can’t handle this? Damn… my body’s overflowing everywhere… I can’t give up, it would disgrace Hell itself… but… ngh… why does it feel so good? Being stuffed like this, uncontrollably… I can’t stop… I don’t want to stop."

Kneesocks was now a gigantic mass, her limbs swallowed completely by bulging layers of fat. Her once-tight outfit had long since surrendered, shredded under the strain, leaving her newly gained fat to spill freely, folding and molding itself across her vast body.

We could say that the proud and disciplined Kneesocks Daemon was forging her way to victory against the tubes thanks to her intolerance of feeling defeated. Let's hope she continues this way, growing larger until we can no longer recognize her.

By: @anotherwolfboy (Twitter - X)