Reward: Robin and Uta's Gluttonous Duet

A sequel reward story to https://www.patreon.com/posts/patreon-reward-117934314?collection=814493. 

I want to thank everyone again for your patience with me as I catch up on rewards, life challenges and chronic pain sometimes delay me but I never, ever forget about you all, I promise! More reward stories coming up very soon!

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“Y’know, -Bwooorph!- it’s so great to spend some time with you in better circumstances!” Uta exclaimed, wiping grease from her lips with the back of her hand. 

“It’s good to see you’re handling your emotions in a more...constructive way,” Nico Robin replied, her nose twitching from the overpowering scent of the over 800 pound diva’s body odor. “C’mon, finish your ramen! I had my chefs make it special for you!” 

Robin brought the almost ladle-sized spoon she was given to her lips and slurped back another chunky mouthful of the greasy stew she’d been served. Her flat, bare stomach had become visibly bloated and convex from getting halfway through the meal she was offered. The raven-haired archeologist let out an uncomfortably heartburn-tinged belch into her fist. “Uta, you’ve been plying me with food since we arrived. At the risk of sounding ungrateful, are you certain you don’t have an -Urp!- ulterior motive?”

Gas sputtered from the huge, cellulite-drenched buttocks hanging out the back of the idol’s far-undersized white dress. “Well, I thought it would be nice to have a mukbang partner, to tell the truth!” She grinned at Robin. “You have a natural stage presence, you know that?”

Robin let out a long, languid “-Houuurrrph!-” and rested a hand on her swollen belly. “Do you think so?” 

“I know so! Just do one show with me next week, and I promise you’ll be hooked!” 

“I am enjoying my stay here, though I could do with some stomach medicine...-hic!-” 

“Finish up and I’ll see if I have any!” Uta goaded, watching eagerly as Robin brought another heaping spoonful of oily broth, noodles, and diced meat to her lips. “You’ve got to eat a bit faster if you’re going to go on stage with me, y’know!” 

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“Annnnd now-” Uta announced, bringing one foot forward on her stage and sending a jiggling ripple up the ultra-chunky bulk of her exposed thigh. “Let’s welcome my bestie Nico Robin back for her one year Mukbang anniversary!” 

A heavy, irregular stomping resounded across the stage as almost 700 pounds of waddling, significantly curvy woman hauled herself over to Uta. Sweat dripped and scattered from the generous tracts of quivering, exposed blubber that had accumulated beneath Nico Robin’s silky soft skin. Nico’s shelf of a heart-shaped behind let out a sputtering -FrRRRuuRRiiIIIP!-, the sound of the noxious release modulated by the intense quaking of her loose rump flesh as she advanced across the stage. Her chest, a set of pillow-like bags of heavy, quaking cream, strained and pushed at her tight top to the point where they bulged out and around the edges of her fabric like a fresh set of love handles. 

Nico waved sedately at the crowd, her upper arm fat swaying heavily out of sync with her musculature as she heaved herself up to her fatter host. Standing next to Uta emphasized Nico’s more extreme hourglass curves; while the singer certainly had pronounced assets, she was proportionally heftier in the belly and didn’t quite have as extreme a forward-backward jut that Robin’s frame had grown in. 

Uta rested an equally blubbery arm around Robin’s shoulders, showing off a vibrant tuft of armpit hair. The excess weight of her arm molded itself around the back of her neck. “Isn’t she stunning, folks?!” the idol pressed her microphone into her compatriot’s belly, a mildly hanging, partially side-creased heap of widely spread fat, giving the audience an earful of the rumbling, gaseous churning of Robin’s innards. Applause and cheers burst forth from the gathered crowd. 

Nico held up her hand and gently waved off the applause, a subtle smile turning her lips upward for just a moment before a fresh belch exploded out from between them. “There were past cultures where fecund bodies were worshipped; history can be cyclical, I suppose...” 

“You said it!” Uta cheered, waddling over to the table that had been set up for them and parking herself down with her new showrunner. Two sets of heaping, sweaty rump blubber swelled and bulged over the edges of the seat. Stagehands hurried out lugging massive dishfuls of sauce-coated ribs and fried poultry wings, delivering them to the table with a pronounced -THUD-. 

Robin’s hairy, sweat-dotted belly let out a long, anticipatory -GWOOORL!- “Where did this appetite come from?” she muttered, shocked at her own body’s newfound propensity for gluttony.

“You’re just getting used to the routine!” Uta promised, already bringing a pair of ribs to her mouth and stripping them clean with a gnawing slurp. “-HOUURPH!-”

“I must be...” The archeologist dug in herself, biting off hunks of fried meat and practically drinking them back as she got into a steady eating rhythm.

Uta prodded Robin’s plush upper arm goadingly. “Chh’mon, shhowph offth a littlhe!”   

Nico sighed and shot the idol a glance before activating her Devil Fruit power; a quartet of extra arms, all as flabby as her original set, sprouted from her sides, snatching up their own massive hunks of meat. The crowd went wild as Nico flensed the greasy meat from each one in rapid succession, swallowing with a sharp inhalation in the split second before another one of her summoned hands brought her a fresh one to gnaw on. She kept up the pace as the piles of meat dwindled into a scattered heap of bones, her body unleashing sharp spurts of aggressive gas that were amplified across the stadium grounds by their microphones. 

“I’m so jealous!~” Uta groaned, her cheeks bulging with her own meal as a luxuriant, sputtering stream of gas left her own behind to join in the digestive cacophony. “Plus, with the way you’ve been packing it on, you’re going to outpace my gain soon!”

Robin leaned back, using all six of her sauce drenched hands to massage the bloated blubber dome of her stomach, smearing grease upon her delicate, sweaty skin. “-BWOOOOORPH!- I don’t know if I could stop if I wanted to at this point...” she admitted to the crowd. “I think I might be looking at a permanent career change!” A loud, rippling -FrrrAAAppPP!- Exploded from her behind to enthusiastic cheers and applause.