Round 2
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
RRRRIIIIP!!!
AND ready to get some new clothes by the sound of it. Ramona’s heroic rise to power was interrupted by the sound of her outfit being sacrificed to the new strength that filled her, which came in the same abundant form that gave Knives her new powers; fat. Looking down at herself, it now donned on Ramona that the powerup she had used was a big, pixilated, Turkey, and as a result, her hoody had paid the price as several tears now appeared around it as it failed to contain her new size, her soft fat visible from the holes. Ramona was now the size of Knives, but her proportions differed from said boyfriend eating skank. Apart from boobs that were one cup smaller than Knives’ new hooters, she wasn’t as big in the belly as Knives was, partly because she didn’t have a whole person stuffing her gut, but her gut was still two big, thick rolls of flab that lied on top of each other, rendering her hoody into an effective belly shirt. Her belly drooped in front of her legs, which seemed to show off much more of her fat, as they were now thicker than her hips had once been; great trunks of blubber that filled out everything down to her toes, and matching size with her even larger waist. Turning her head, Ramona then found where most of the fat went on her body.
“Whoa.” Her eyes widened in shock. She didn’t even need to turn her head all the way, having seen some of it in her peripheral vision! What she saw were two perfectly round orbs that, despite their size, didn’t droop and just looked so flawlessly sleek. Ramona had a butt where each cheek was bigger than a beach ball. Also, unlike her hoody, her bloomers had somehow not been ripped apart, as she could see the stretchy shorts now fully dug up her giant ass like a thong. Just seeing the top of her shorts digging down into her crack kept Ramona speechless for a second, before she shook her head and refocused herself on the issue at hand; saving her boyfriend.
“Hold on, Scott.” With her powerful and now chunky arms up, and determination radiating from her cutely chubbified face, she locked her sight on Knives up ahead. It was time to show that not so little stalker what happens when the fight is even.
“Knives, what the heck’s going on? And where’re you taking me?” Scott’s anxious voice reached her even through all that blubber, but his only response was the steady shifting of his organic and sloshy prison, and the squishing, growling, and other disgusting noises her belly continued to make. Scott still couldn’t believe that he had been eaten alive, and he didn’t know what was more insane, that or being eaten alive by a big fat Knives Chau! He could’ve been eaten by a Piranha Plant and he knew he would be less weirded out….then again, Scott thought, he would also be dead in that situation.
“How am I even alive?...Not that I’m complaining!” he quickly yelled up to the girl who swallowed him. As the warm and stale air within the gut continued to keep his lungs working, Scott could do little more than roll these questions around in his mind, along with the one that was more important to him than any danger he was in “Is Ramona okay?”
“Hey, Lard Ass!” her voice made Knives halt, and made Scott smile big as he hoped that muffled voice he heard was who he thought it was. Knives turned her huge self around and confirmed what Scott had hoped, seeing that Ramona was back and looking to fight her once more. On top of all that, her opponent was now obese like herself, as Ramona emphasized by slapping her gut and smirking “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
Realizing she wouldn’t be able to get away with Ramona still conscious, Knives prepared for battle, lifting one huge leg into the air and bringing it down into a sumo stance. Given the size of her belly, Ramona was surprised she hadn’t lost her balance just by doing that, but nevertheless, she did the same. Sadly, some of her forebodingness was lost when she paused to try and wiggle some of her bloomers out of her butt crack and failed.
Round 2: Fight!
Ramona came rushing at Knives, each heavy step leaving her barely noticing her new weight as determination burned strongly within her. However, as soon as she was within range, Knives used her own ninja speed to grab her and heave her body around as she tossed Ramona onto the floor. The goggle wearing girl bounced painfully before skidding back onto her feet for a quick stop. She saw Knives give her a small scowl, and Ramona came back at her, thinking to herself “Alright, let’s see my body can do.”
Knives readied for another quick toss, but instead was met by an unbelievable sight as Ramona’s entire body was suddenly propelled in the air right towards her. Head first, Ramona rammed her entire weight right into Knives, knocking her flat on her back, leaving her opponent to silently thank E. Honda. As Knives grunted in pain however, she wasn’t the only one “OW!”
“Oops! Sorry Scott!” she called out to him. Unable to see him rubbing his sore noggin, Ramona instead focused on Knives getting back onto her feet, not looking at all phased by her attack. She winced in worry as things kept piling up; if she tried out moves that were too powerful, Scott could get hurt, and even after a move like that, Knives had brushed it off like she hadn’t even been hit. The difficulty setting just kept on rising, but Ramona put her game face back on, unwilling to stop for anything.
Once in range, Knives threw a chubby punch, but Ramona heaved her thundering thigh around and got her right in the back, toppling Knives down onto her belly, while also nearly losing her own balance. Ramona then tried to quite literally put her foot down, but Knives rolled her round self out of the way, and then jumped her whole form up, bringing her belly to smack right into Ramona’s, and sent the girl stumbling back, leaving Knives the perfect opening to knock her down and smother her once more.
“Get off me!” Ramona yelled. Even with her fatty powered up form, she still struggled as Knives Chau squished all of her fat onto her. As Ramona tried to push her off, sinking her own chubby hands into Knives’ dough-like body, her opponent suddenly grabbed her clothed chest, and Ramona briefly gasped before all of that was shoved down onto her face. Her muffled protests did nothing to sway Knives who kept her boobs firmly in place, as they jiggled in her hands from every shout. For Ramona, this had to be the first time she did not approve of being this close to boobs this big, and as they kept baring down on her, the weight and fat covering everything they touched, she felt herself running out of air. Quickly, she focused, reached up, and pushed down as hard as she could on the tops of the breasts, her palms squishing down into the fabric and fat, and sliding those huge things right off her face, and as soon as she looked at Knives, Ramona heaved her head up and got that girl right in the noggin, sending her rolling her fat ass right off her opponent.
Ramona rubbed her own sore head, but as she stood, she saw that Knives was worse off than her, now having stars swirling around her spinning head, giving Ramona the perfect chance for a free hit. As Knives remained seated on her tubby rump, she soon saw Ramona stand before her and smirk, before twirling around and sending her ass rocketing right at Knives. Now she was the one who knew the force of such an impact as those barely clad buns sent her flopping several feet onto her back. Knives’ belly wobbled after she landed, and needless to say, the boy inside of it was left very dizzy.
Before she could even move, Ramona pushed her foot firmly into the fatty layer that hid Scott from her, and she scowled down at the girl with the gut, and demanded to know “What is wrong with you?!” There were so many answers she needed right now. Even in the heat of battle, she had picked up that absolutely nothing about Knives made sense. Her being this big? Well that just probably meant that she got a powerup like she did, but everything else begged a proper explanation. Last she heard, Knives was completely over Scott, but now it was like back when they first met, except now it was more of a sumo match than a martial arts battle. Speaking of which, unlike last time, Knives hadn’t said a word to her this whole time, and Ramona knew that this girl had plenty of taunts in her arsenal. She hadn’t even called her a fat ass once this whole time! Granted, she would have been a real hypocrite if she had, but that was still another question Ramona had about all this, and she wanted answers to them as badly as she wanted Scott back.
AND ready to get some new clothes by the sound of it. Ramona’s heroic rise to power was interrupted by the sound of her outfit being sacrificed to the new strength that filled her, which came in the same abundant form that gave Knives her new powers; fat. Looking down at herself, it now donned on Ramona that the powerup she had used was a big, pixilated, Turkey, and as a result, her hoody had paid the price as several tears now appeared around it as it failed to contain her new size, her soft fat visible from the holes. Ramona was now the size of Knives, but her proportions differed from said boyfriend eating skank. Apart from boobs that were one cup smaller than Knives’ new hooters, she wasn’t as big in the belly as Knives was, partly because she didn’t have a whole person stuffing her gut, but her gut was still two big, thick rolls of flab that lied on top of each other, rendering her hoody into an effective belly shirt. Her belly drooped in front of her legs, which seemed to show off much more of her fat, as they were now thicker than her hips had once been; great trunks of blubber that filled out everything down to her toes, and matching size with her even larger waist. Turning her head, Ramona then found where most of the fat went on her body.
“Whoa.” Her eyes widened in shock. She didn’t even need to turn her head all the way, having seen some of it in her peripheral vision! What she saw were two perfectly round orbs that, despite their size, didn’t droop and just looked so flawlessly sleek. Ramona had a butt where each cheek was bigger than a beach ball. Also, unlike her hoody, her bloomers had somehow not been ripped apart, as she could see the stretchy shorts now fully dug up her giant ass like a thong. Just seeing the top of her shorts digging down into her crack kept Ramona speechless for a second, before she shook her head and refocused herself on the issue at hand; saving her boyfriend.
“Hold on, Scott.” With her powerful and now chunky arms up, and determination radiating from her cutely chubbified face, she locked her sight on Knives up ahead. It was time to show that not so little stalker what happens when the fight is even.
“Knives, what the heck’s going on? And where’re you taking me?” Scott’s anxious voice reached her even through all that blubber, but his only response was the steady shifting of his organic and sloshy prison, and the squishing, growling, and other disgusting noises her belly continued to make. Scott still couldn’t believe that he had been eaten alive, and he didn’t know what was more insane, that or being eaten alive by a big fat Knives Chau! He could’ve been eaten by a Piranha Plant and he knew he would be less weirded out….then again, Scott thought, he would also be dead in that situation.
“How am I even alive?...Not that I’m complaining!” he quickly yelled up to the girl who swallowed him. As the warm and stale air within the gut continued to keep his lungs working, Scott could do little more than roll these questions around in his mind, along with the one that was more important to him than any danger he was in “Is Ramona okay?”
“Hey, Lard Ass!” her voice made Knives halt, and made Scott smile big as he hoped that muffled voice he heard was who he thought it was. Knives turned her huge self around and confirmed what Scott had hoped, seeing that Ramona was back and looking to fight her once more. On top of all that, her opponent was now obese like herself, as Ramona emphasized by slapping her gut and smirking “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
Realizing she wouldn’t be able to get away with Ramona still conscious, Knives prepared for battle, lifting one huge leg into the air and bringing it down into a sumo stance. Given the size of her belly, Ramona was surprised she hadn’t lost her balance just by doing that, but nevertheless, she did the same. Sadly, some of her forebodingness was lost when she paused to try and wiggle some of her bloomers out of her butt crack and failed.
Round 2: Fight!
Ramona came rushing at Knives, each heavy step leaving her barely noticing her new weight as determination burned strongly within her. However, as soon as she was within range, Knives used her own ninja speed to grab her and heave her body around as she tossed Ramona onto the floor. The goggle wearing girl bounced painfully before skidding back onto her feet for a quick stop. She saw Knives give her a small scowl, and Ramona came back at her, thinking to herself “Alright, let’s see my body can do.”
Knives readied for another quick toss, but instead was met by an unbelievable sight as Ramona’s entire body was suddenly propelled in the air right towards her. Head first, Ramona rammed her entire weight right into Knives, knocking her flat on her back, leaving her opponent to silently thank E. Honda. As Knives grunted in pain however, she wasn’t the only one “OW!”
“Oops! Sorry Scott!” she called out to him. Unable to see him rubbing his sore noggin, Ramona instead focused on Knives getting back onto her feet, not looking at all phased by her attack. She winced in worry as things kept piling up; if she tried out moves that were too powerful, Scott could get hurt, and even after a move like that, Knives had brushed it off like she hadn’t even been hit. The difficulty setting just kept on rising, but Ramona put her game face back on, unwilling to stop for anything.
Once in range, Knives threw a chubby punch, but Ramona heaved her thundering thigh around and got her right in the back, toppling Knives down onto her belly, while also nearly losing her own balance. Ramona then tried to quite literally put her foot down, but Knives rolled her round self out of the way, and then jumped her whole form up, bringing her belly to smack right into Ramona’s, and sent the girl stumbling back, leaving Knives the perfect opening to knock her down and smother her once more.
“Get off me!” Ramona yelled. Even with her fatty powered up form, she still struggled as Knives Chau squished all of her fat onto her. As Ramona tried to push her off, sinking her own chubby hands into Knives’ dough-like body, her opponent suddenly grabbed her clothed chest, and Ramona briefly gasped before all of that was shoved down onto her face. Her muffled protests did nothing to sway Knives who kept her boobs firmly in place, as they jiggled in her hands from every shout. For Ramona, this had to be the first time she did not approve of being this close to boobs this big, and as they kept baring down on her, the weight and fat covering everything they touched, she felt herself running out of air. Quickly, she focused, reached up, and pushed down as hard as she could on the tops of the breasts, her palms squishing down into the fabric and fat, and sliding those huge things right off her face, and as soon as she looked at Knives, Ramona heaved her head up and got that girl right in the noggin, sending her rolling her fat ass right off her opponent.
Ramona rubbed her own sore head, but as she stood, she saw that Knives was worse off than her, now having stars swirling around her spinning head, giving Ramona the perfect chance for a free hit. As Knives remained seated on her tubby rump, she soon saw Ramona stand before her and smirk, before twirling around and sending her ass rocketing right at Knives. Now she was the one who knew the force of such an impact as those barely clad buns sent her flopping several feet onto her back. Knives’ belly wobbled after she landed, and needless to say, the boy inside of it was left very dizzy.
Before she could even move, Ramona pushed her foot firmly into the fatty layer that hid Scott from her, and she scowled down at the girl with the gut, and demanded to know “What is wrong with you?!” There were so many answers she needed right now. Even in the heat of battle, she had picked up that absolutely nothing about Knives made sense. Her being this big? Well that just probably meant that she got a powerup like she did, but everything else begged a proper explanation. Last she heard, Knives was completely over Scott, but now it was like back when they first met, except now it was more of a sumo match than a martial arts battle. Speaking of which, unlike last time, Knives hadn’t said a word to her this whole time, and Ramona knew that this girl had plenty of taunts in her arsenal. She hadn’t even called her a fat ass once this whole time! Granted, she would have been a real hypocrite if she had, but that was still another question Ramona had about all this, and she wanted answers to them as badly as she wanted Scott back.
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