“I don't understand why it takes so long to cast a fireball.”
“Because it does a lot of damage, Niah. If it was instant, it would break the game.”
“But it doesn't take that long in real life. It IS powerful. Otherwise, why would I use a fireball?”
“It's game balance. Niah, just... just deal with it, ok?”
“I'm not playing a mage. This is ridiculous and insulting.”
“We are NOT starting over again.”
“Yes we ARE. I'll try out Paladin this time.”
“... Fine. Do you want to build for damage, support, or tanking?”
“I want to hit things with a hammer and make them pop.”
“Damage it is then. Just... give me a second. I need to go take some asprin.”
Slipping off her headset (taking care not to get it tangled in her long silvery hair or fluffy ears), Niah pushed at her desk, propelling her backwards on her rolling chair. If she had to wait, she was gonna grab some water and a snack. But first? A stretch.
It had been two hours since she'd started playing this dumb game and she hadn't gotten past level three for her silly little characters. Sure it's because she'd tried out six of the classes, as well as a multitude of the races (why was there no foxy lady class that was only half fox? And not all human or all fox. That's dumb. How can she relate otherwise?!), but it's really the games fault, when she thought about it.
Reaching above her head, high as she could, and grasping her soft palms together, Niah breathed in, heaving her titanic chest forward. Mostly slender and trim, with only the slightest hint of a healthy bit of chub barely softening her curvy body, Niah's breasts stood out. With a proper paintjob, they could sneak into a watermelon convention, and still probably turn little watermelon heads with their girth.
Being the summer, Niah had a break as her work as a librarian at the local University. Best she could have asked for. Doing a job she loved, but getting three months off with pay. As leisure would allow it, she'd taken to wandering around her domicile in nothing but a pair of striped panties hugging her rear tight enough to dig into it, and a huge sleepytime tee that flowed down to her knees. No bra neccesary.
A majority of the fabric on her little 'outfit' still managed to be taken up by her tits, the words and advertisement on the chest warped and stretch to illegibility over her girls.
Yawning wide and long, her mouth loosed a peek at her sharp canines and the whiskers on her cheeks twitched. She was parched.
Jumping neatly out of her chair, the pair of sloshing sweater puppies under her shirt began to bounce and jiggle vigorously, giving Niah reason to reach up and grab them to keep them still once more. Well, mostly still. Can't stop the girls from getting a little excited every time she took a step, after all.
(Six Weeks Later)
“Ok, we'll rotate the the left like last time, but this time, I'll crack my light, weapony, shiney thing AFTER the boss starts roaring. So it'll make the harder part of the fight go faster.”
“Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. Get the DPS out during the intense part. Good thinking, Niah. I'll do the same.”
“Hey, after this dungeon. I've been thinking.”
“Maybe I should respec into tanking? It would probably get us into groups quicker.”
“Um... are you sure you're ready for the responsibility? Tanks are usually like the leaders of the group.”
“Of course. Plus, a lot of this gear I've been getting from this ponce is for tanking. Might as well put it to use.”
“Oh, cool, does that mean we can stop farming him after this?”
“HA! No, I still need that hammer. Stats or not, I wanna transmog with it. SLUUUUURP”
Niah's mic became overrun by the clammor of her guzzling the forty ounce big gulp she'd been refilling all evening. A few weeks back, she'd learned that water wasn't giving her the caffine she needed to stay up for late night raiding. Even better, since these had lids and straws, she could tuck the cup between her tits for easy access, freeing up her hands.
“Aaaaaand, thats the dog scratching at the door. This boss's toast, and I gotta take him out for a walk. Wait up for me, ok?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Niah adjusted her glasses (having taken to wearing them to aliviate stress on her eyes while playing), and pushed herself back from her desk, and her rolling chair plodded backwards, slowly.
Carbonated drinks did have a drawback, though. Niah felt her stomach rumble and gurgle and began to massage the bloated mass. Might have been the lazing around on her butt, might have been the constant snacking, might have been the sugary sodas, but it was likely a mixture of all of it that led to Niah's shirt riding up to her crotch.
Exposing milky creamy smooth marshmallow thighs once hidden and quite a bit more slender. If they would have quit rough-housing, and stopped smushing together, she would have been showing off her panties, but alas, that gap in the fork of her legs had died off, suffocated. And from the top, her new spare tire plopped over them.
Filled up, and filled out, Niah's squishy middle was in danger of mushing into the arms of her chair any day now, but it was still child's play compared to her tits. Having plumped up a bit themselves, her milkbags treated the once loose shirt like spandex, inflating inside it until the top of her boobs spilled over the top like the caramel topping on vanilla ice cream.
“Ah, here it is.” Niah sighed, relieved, hearing her doorbell jingle. It was about time the pizza got here. Another five minutes and she would have been sending a very rude voice mail to the manager.
With a bit of strain, Niah pushed herself up and out of her chair, her heavy chest wobbling and bouncing mostly in place. “Pepperoni, corn, bacon, and extra cheese. Oh, it sounds so goooooood right now.”
(Six MORE weeks later)
“Seriously? You've got to stay up on your rotations. I can only take the fire breath for so long before I die! We're all level 100 here. I expect better!”
“S-Sorry, Niah. But can you calm down a bit? I don't have my build optimized like you. We kinda spent most of the time getting your equipment. I'm still using my bow from ten levels ago.”
“I'm sorry. You're right... but we have to beat this guy tonight. He resets in the morning and we'll miss out on a drop! We don't have time to go farming a bow. The healer will just have to get their thumb out their ass and keep me alive!”
“And when's the pizza gonna get here?! I swear, if its the same delivery girl who took her time last time, I'm gonna eat her as an appetizer. Whole.”
“I'm dead serious.”
“I, uh... wow, would you look at that, oven beeped. Better go get my chicken out. We have to wait for a new group anyway. I'll be back before the raid starts up again.”
Niah didn't bother pushing herself from her desk. If she didn't back up with her pudgy feet, the wheels would probably snap. She instead rubbed the black rings under her eyes, brought on by several restless days of farming, alone or otherwise. She needed to do PvP to get the rewards before the season ended after all. And making up for the ineptitude of randoms was eating her time and patience. And that's not what she wanted to be eating.
Grumpy, Niah's pudgy cheeks were caught in a frown. To her right, the day's pizza boxes stacked up just within reach of her piggy arms, and only one greasy, topping ridden slice remained.
Licking her lips, Niah snapped it up and shoved it in her mouth, snarfing down the entire eighth of pie in one go. But with that, her last bit of food was gone.
Groaning, Niah leaned back in her chair, felt a bit of carbonation build up, and belched lightly.
It had been a while since she removed the arms from her chair. They were getting in her way and just causing her discomfort as she grew out.
As if to exentuate her girth, Niah let her hand fall onto her mostly exposed belly and began to carrass it, smearing lines of pizza grease onto the greedy mound, making it slick and shiny while light from her dim monitor reflected off it and her glasses. More than just a spare tire, her stomach had fully developed into a massive gut, spilling out excess to the sides onto her distended hip, and building up thick and packed tight over her husky blossoming thighs. Thighs so big they gobbled up her knees and calves like great fat pythons slowly swallowing their fat unmoving prey. Sloshing off the side of the chair, the core of her legs pushed to the edge of the seat, held still by her monstrous abdomen. As if to make obvious how huge her body had snowballed, even with her plump neck and extra chins sinking into her massive cleavage, several cupsizes and probably a dozen pounds on each breast heavier, her waistline now outsized her bust. And by a good margin. Enough so that her sleepytime tee could only reach to the last inch above her cavernous belly button, and the seams on the sides had begun to pop and strech under the expanse of her chubby sides.
Niah's mind began to wander. Just a few days before she had to return to work... officially. But she could make due without going back, right?
She would lose too much time in game if she went back to that shit. And she mostly did it to keep cover the fact she wasn't really human, right? Well, if she was inside and just ordered her food, no one had to know either. Only real problem would be relying on that chubby little delivery girl who looked like she took a half hour long nap before delivering her damn pizzas.
Like Pavlov's dog, the sound made Niah salivate as well as produce in... other areas. The invitation of food was so pleasing after waiting this long.
Struggling to get up onto her chunky legs, Niah had to yell to the door to hold on several times before finally stumbling and turning onto her feet. Having to waddle to get her chunky lard packed legs to move forward, it took quite some effort to get to the door, stealing her breath before she could even touch the knob, huffing and puffing when she finally tugged it open.
Sure enough, a short chubby delivery girl, eyes full of apathy, held out a stack of seven boxes for Niah.
“Here you go, mam...” the girl commented. Before Niah could grab the stack, the girl gave her a look once up and down. “Um... you sure you should eat this much, lady?” Disgust plastered on her face, taking in Niah's swinging, greasy, exposed belly.
Niah, instead of freaking out, just smiled and took the boxes and set them inside. A line of drool leaking out the corner of her mouth now. She was sooooooo hungry.
“You're right... I might need a bit more.”
(One Hour Later)
“Sorry, had to return a movie to the box. Don't want the late fees, you know.”
“It's fine. I had something come up myself. Had a little bit more to snack on than I expected. Took me a while to get back to my chair, heheheh.”
“Lol... wait... you didn't.”
“BUUUUUURP... didn't what? Anyway, might take a few more minutes to get adjusted here. Hard to reach my mouse and keyboard. Some stuff getting in the way.”