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[USSBBW, Immobile, Bursting, Unwilling Vore] Greed
Deviation Actions
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By
Cirque-de-Kink
Published:
Nov 1, 2021
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[3rd Person. Obese Cyberpunk CEO and nanomachine assassin. USSBBW, Immobility, forced vore, joints breaking due to being so big, snuff.]



=====[CONNECTING…]=====



=====[10:46PM - MAKIPENTHOUSE]=====



“Mmh, empty already?” Maki mused aloud as she poured the last few dregs of wine into her glass, setting the empty bottle on the desk as she wrapped her sausage-like digits around the stem of her glass, swirling the crimson liquid around before pressing it to her lips and, with one fluid movement, downing it in one insatiable gulp before letting out a bemused scoff. “Can’t believe they’d charge five grand for bottles this small.”



Her office was filled with a low, droning hum as her ersatz bed/mobility aid backed away from her desk, slowly turning in place until she was facing the window, looking out onto the cloudless night sky above, and the spectrum of neon lights that filled the city below. It was one of the immobile industrialist’s preferred pastimes, glutting herself on food and booze that probably costs more than her underlings would make in a month, and (literally and figuratively) looking down on the ordinary folks. If nothing else, it kept her amused when she wasn’t working, throwing her ponderous weight around or being serviced by her personal assistants.



For most people, immobility would’ve been a debilitating setback, the kind of thing that would leave them housebound, at the mercy of others, unable to do much of anything. Maki wasn’t most people, though. She wasn’t incapable of doing anything, but expending energy on most things was simply beneath her; so what if she couldn’t see anything past her lap filling gut? She knew everything was still there, and she could certainly feel her seat-crushing ass and porcine thighs anyhow, that was enough for her.



Too big to get out of her own bed? She simply requisitioned an antigrav platform from one of her warehouses, had it upholstered and bedecked with luxurious cushions, and she had herself a way to get around. One that could carry a ton without so much as slowing down, which was fortunate, as she had long since passed the half-ton mark.



Being so fat that her organs simply can’t keep up with her? Well, that’s what her company’s biotech branch is for; built-in pacemakers and an artificial heart meant for critically wounded patients, limb actuators that she had long since outgrown, a nanoweave stomach lining to reduce the risk of unwanted ruptures… she had more modifications to her body than most people would ever see in a lifetime. Some were necessary to keep her alive, but most were just so she could continue being a half-ton brat without worrying about the repercussions thereof.



As she lazed about, idly drumming her fingers across her bloated, blouse-clad belly apron, she was drawn from her reverie by a short, sharp beeping, a little message flashing across the monitor of her antigrav-bed.



“NOTICE: FOOD DELIVERY EN ROUTE.”



“Hmph, about damn time.” She snarked, dismissing the notification with a lazy flick of her wrist, a satisfied little smile crossing her plump face. “They better be quick, I’m just starving.”



It felt good to be on top.



=====[CHANGING FEED]=====



=====[10:49PM - EXPRESSELEVATOR]=====



Hauling the last cart full of groceries into the private elevator, Jade wiped the sweat from her face, panting softly.



“Goddamn, how much can one woman eat in a day?” She muttered to herself, unclipping a little PDA from her vest and going over Maki’s order; were she dealing with anyone else, she’d merely tick every box and just get on with her life. But with an iron-fisted bully like Ms. Morioka, she couldn’t afford to be flippant. One missed bottle of booze, one lobster thermidor or roasted pepper unaccounted for, and that obese sadist would probably have her job, at the very least.



“Hey, room for one more?”



Jade looked up, face to face with… well, she couldn’t tell who. Her voice was devoid of accent or inflection, each word perfectly pronounced, and muffled by a thick woollen scarf wrapped around her face. All she could make out was a downright sickly grey shade to the woman’s face, and the most piercing green eyes she had ever seen. She didn’t answer, merely hugging her device to her chest as she warily appraised this woman.



“I’ve got business with Ms. Morioka. I’d hate to keep her waiting.” Even as she spoke, the bulkily-clothed woman simply stepped into the lift with her, pressing the button for the penthouse without waiting for Jade’s assent.



“...Go right ahead, I guess.” The bemused delivery girl responded as the elevator lurched into movement, resigning herself to sharing her elevator ride with this uncanny woman; she returned her gaze to her PDA as she finished checking off Maki’s sizeable grocery list, but this time she barely paid any attention to what she was doing, just going through the motions to try to distract herself from the grey woman. How she didn’t shift around, how she couldn’t hear her breathe nor see her chest rise and fall, how she was certain that the creepy bitch never once blinked.



And most pressingly, how she seemed to be staring at Jade. Never once moving, just staring at her.



It almost came as a relief when she finally did move, resting a gloved palm on the panel of the elevator. Almost being the operative word; no sooner does she touch it, than the entire elevator comes to a dead stop, the lights going out and plunging the groaning lift into total darkness.



Save for those piercing, glowing eyes.



=====[FEED LOST; HARDWARE ISSUE DETECTED]=====



=====[CHANGING FEED]=====



=====[10:55PM - MAKIPENTHOUSE]=====



“What the hell…?” Maki furrowed her brow as another message popped up on her screen, some nonsense about elevator malfunctions and possible delays. Things that, to her, ultimately meant that she had to wait that little bit longer to get what she wanted. Which was downright unthinkable to her, substantially souring the suit-clad sow’s mood.



“What a crock of shit, I paid for quality, I shouldn’t have to put up with this.” She hissed to herself, balling her tubby fists up as her cheeks tinged pink with indignation. Already, she planned to rake someone over the coals for that little mechanical fault; why should she have to put up with anything less than perfection? It was an insult, one she intended to harshly rebuke someone for.



Her indignation only redoubled as she heard footfalls heading towards her, rather than her kitchen; with a roll of her eyes, she slowly turned her antigrav bed, facing the door as her unwanted guest entered her office.



“For god’s sake, are you dense?!” She barked, moving forward at a glacial pace as she lay into this delivery girl. “The kitchen’s the other way! I pay you to bring me food, not to be in my way!”



Before she could vent her mounting frustrations any further, the woman stepped into the room, her footfalls seeming that much louder thanks to her heavy boots and slow, measured gait.



“And why the hell are you dressed like a commoner? Aren’t you delivery grunts supposed to have uniforms?... Hey, are you even listening?!”



With a roll of her eyes and a frustrated groan, Maki watched as this unresponsive woman stopped just in front of her, kneeling down and… touching her bed? Despite her ineffectual wiggling to try and reach past the swell of her own massive, cottage-cheese hips, she had no chance of swatting away the woman’s hand.



“Hey, hey! This thing costs more than you’d see in your lifetime, so hands off!” Briefly, her ire flagged as a slew of notifications popped up on the bed’s screen, a laundry list of mechanical faults happening all at once, burning through the bed’s battery at an alarming rate as it tried to keep itself afloat.



“Wh-- you! What did you just do?” She barked, fishing her phone out of her jacket’s pocket as she glared daggers at the still-unresponsive woman, who had stood up straight once more. “Your boss is gonna hear about th--”



Her threats were cut short as the mute woman snatched the phone out of Maki’s sweaty hands; before she could demand it back, she clenched her fist around it, reducing it to a twisted fistful of glass and circuitry. Dropping it to the ground, she undid the thick scarf from around her face, a silvery shimmer travelling across her face as her lips twitched and spasmed into something resembling a grin.



“I’m not here to feed you, fatass.” She said, voice crackling like a broken speaker as she peeled the gloves off of her hands, and sloughed off the bulky overcoat that concealed her svelte, metallic body.



That was certainly enough to cut through Maki’s pigheadedness; her heart thundered in her chest, her breaths growing quicker.



“Y-You’re a--”



“A nanite-based organism, yes. Designation ‘Carbide’.” Even without any sort of affectation in her voice, she sounded downright condescending as she cut off the fatter woman. Carbide leant against Maki’s bedbound form, one hand resting on her flabby chest as she ran a freezing cold digit along her ample hip, tracing the seams of her pants and coaxing a shudder from Maki, one which seemed to make her whole body quiver. “And, statistically speaking, one of the most successful assassins in the city.”



Maki’s heart sank as she heard that word, ‘assassin’; her stomach felt like it was twisting itself into knots under all that lard, and she grabbed the controls of her bed, the malfunctioning mobility aid sputtering and whirring as it heaved her out of the room, into the capacious halls of her penthouse. Carbide, for her part, simply stepped back as Maki tried to flee, content to walk in the blubbery businesswoman’s wake as she tried to get away.



Naturally, having to shift half a ton of woman at full speed wasn’t doing any favours for Maki’s failing bed, and she felt every shudder and rumble of the malfunctioning machine, the likes of which sent innumerable ripples and waves through her body.



“Come on, just a little further…!” She pleaded as the bed’s antigravity systems finally began to shut down one by one, her bed losing altitude little by little, until finally, the front end collided with the floor, leaving a deep furrow in the wood as the platform came to an abrupt halt. And Maki, unfortunately didn’t stop quite so immediately; instead, the sudden jolt was enough to displace her from her resting place, her limbs flailing pathetically as she was sent sprawling across the floor, ultimately coming to a dead stop on her back, head spinning and body aching. She could feel the chill of the ground on her ass - the seat of her pants having likely split when she was ejected from her bed - and her belly apron spilled out across her thighs, the buttons of her blouse having popped right off as several hundred pounds of belly fat pushed against them.



She didn’t have time to bemoan her suit being torn up, or her floors being irreparably marred, however, when she saw Carbide following after her at a leisurely pace, a low, crackling laugh filling the hall as she watched her quarry struggle.



“Y-You’re so dead, when I get… outta here!” Maki growled, planting her hands against the floor as she tried to heft herself up; her shoulders burned, her flabby biceps making it a chore to even get her arms into position, let alone actually heave her bloated body into a sitting position. With every inch she lifted herself up, she could feel her joints creaking and grinding. By the time she was actually sat up, her hair was matted with sweat, her shirt soaked to the point of translucency, and she could barely hear Carbide taunting her over her own raspy, laboured breaths.



“Go ahead, then. Show me you can still run away, Maki -- or should that be waddle away?” She sneered, leaning against the wall, content to watch the indolent blimp in front of her further demean herself by trying to stand.



Gritting her teeth, Maki gulped down a lungful of air, bracing herself against the wall as she put her woefully underused legs to use; almost immediately, she let out a frustrated whine as, for all of her straining and struggling, her fat ass didn’t even budge before she had to stop, catching her breath and trying once more. Each attempt made her hips and knees hurt, heat radiating through her joints and her thighs spasming under several inches of fat as she felt every muscle below her waist cramp up. The bionic implants in her legs did little to help her - they were made for a woman half her weight - but she could nevertheless feel them getting hotter and hotter with each miserable attempt at standing.



By some miracle, however, she managed to get her flabby ass clear of the ground by about an inch, her legs trembling as she slowly but surely crept upwards, until a resounding bang shot out. Maki’s eyes widened as she fell back to the ground with a pained howl, her tubby hands resting on her thighs as the augments in her legs finally broke down in spectacular fashion; whether it was the sheer heat or tension on her joints, those augments had all but shattered, taking her knees with them and leaving her all but crippled. If she wasn’t totally immobile before, then that certainly did the job.



“Wow, that was… unusual.” Carbide remarked, grabbing Maki by the neck as she slumped against the wall, hyperventilating as she tried to ignore the agony in her legs, to no avail.



“P-Please, I’ll do… fuck, anything you want! Name it -- m-money, power… ow, i-it’s yours!” Maki begged her inhuman assailant as she straddled the injured blob’s stomach, her shapely legs sinking into the pillowy surface of her gut as she cupped Maki’s wobbly, tear-and-sweat damped cheeks.



“What I want is to hunt.” The nanomachine-woman leant closer to Maki, keeping a vice-like grip on her face as she tried to lean away. “And you’re the perfect prey. One that doesn’t seem to recognise how helpless it’s become.”



Carbide’s lips pursed, and she leant forward to plant a firm kiss on the vulnerable heifer’s lips, her tongue forcing its way into her mouth, muffling her screams. Her tongue dripped with a liquid that, at first, simply rested on Maki’s, the taste of metal filling her mouth. It’s short-lived, though, as that fluid starts to actively force its way down the woman’s gullet; she tries to push Carbide away, but she keeps one firm, powerful hand on her face, fingers sinking into her cheeks as her other hand aimlessly wanders the folds and rolls of Maki’s body, even briefly massaging her nipple through her blouse. The overwhelming pain and unwanted pleasure makes her head spin, and she barely has the energy to try and push her assailant off of her, ultimately just draping an arm around Carbide’s waist.



...which she gradually realised was getting slimmer. As that sloppy kiss went on, Carbide’s whole body seemed to be gradually shrinking, and a wave of dread came over the helpless, dazed blob. It wasn’t just a kiss, she was forcefeeding herself to her target; with a muffled cry, she began trying to push her off once more, squirming as Carbide grabbed ahold of her tubby wrists in an attempt to hold down her prey. Every time Maki thought she had some leverage to use against her assassin, her hand would merely phase through her body as it reshaped itself. Seemingly bored of fighting her, the nanite-woman’s body melted into a formless mass, shoving itself into her mouth and forcing its way into the depths of her gut.



With the last few mouthfuls of her assailant unwillingly gulped down, the penthouse was silent once again, save for her shaky breaths, and the gurgle and sloshing in the obese woman’s stomach as a roughly 200 pounds of nanomachines sloshed around inside of her. It looked as though she had swallowed a yoga ball, and it didn’t feel any better either; her skin was drawn drum-tight over her densely packed stomach, and it hurt to even draw in breaths.



What began as a mild gurgling soon grew into rhythmic groans and sloshes as that amorphous assassin in her stomach began thrashing around, coaxing a pained groan out of Maki as she cradled her gravid stomach. She wrapped her flabby arms around the hemisphere of her middle (as much as could be done, anyway; there was no way anyone actually make their hands meet around her massive gut), squeezing it in a feverish attempt to try and force Carbide out of her. When that failed to produce anything other than more discomfort in her painfully tight stomach, she tried to puke up the murderous machine-woman in her gut, but all she could bring up was a mouthful of bile that wound up staining her shirt.



Soon, those aimless kicks and thrashes segued into clawing, biting, scratching, all in a single spot. What was initially an indistinct swell in her middle grew into a single bulge, and she could just about make out the outline of Carbide’s shoulders and head, as well as seeing her hands against the wall of her gut every time the sadistic woman clawed and tore at her insides.



With one last scream, Maki’s gut finally tore, an outpouring of blood and fat spilling onto the hardwood floors as Carbide emerged from her midsection, resting her hands on the woman’s chest as she watched her expression slowly shift from anguish to terror, her eyes growing unfocused as her body finally succumbed to a night of abuse.



Slowly, the nanomachine-woman rose out of her prey, retrieving her clothes from the ex-businesswoman’s office. As she dressed herself, she surveyed the mess she had made of her target once more, grinning wickedly as she strolled back towards the elevator, stepping over the unconscious form of the delivery girl she had accosted on the way up there.



The elevator doors shut with a heavy thud, and she made her descent.



=====[CONNECTION TERMINATED]=====