Our beautiful glutton, Stocking, had gotten herself into serious trouble during one of her ghost hunts in Daten City.
The voluptuous angel was ensnared by thick, reddish tentacles that slithered and felt up her from every angle, kneading the generous rolls of plush flesh she had earned from years of eating tons of candy.
"Tsk… stupid sister. When I actually need her, she’s nowhere to be found," she muttered, her voice laced with annoyance as the writhing limbs coiled tighter around her plump wrists, pinning them above her.
"Ah~ Now that i thinking about it...it's better this way"
One particularly massive tentacle slid beneath her, pressing upward before pushing inside. A warm, strange substance began flooding into her, making the fat goth swell even larger.
Her belly was squeezing the tentacles with great weight, her enormous hips widened further, her overfed butt deforming under the mounting layers of fat, while her breasts wobbled like water balloons straining to contain their filling.
"Heh… not the first time I’ve ended up in such a fat predicament~," she chuckled darkly.
Another thick tentacle forced its way into her mouth, muffling her voice, while dozens more sprouted from the fleshy walls. Some coiled greedily around her ballooning curves, others kept pumping her fuller and fuller, until her limbs vanished beneath the tide of swelling flesh.
Soon, only a massive, blob-like form remained, settled deep within the fleshy chamber.
A beautiful sight, one that Stocking herself thoroughly enjoyed. It had been ages since she’d been spoiled like this—filled and shaped into the form of a sinful goddess.