Pat: Porlty Pieck

Series: Attack on Titan

Characters: Pieck, Porco

Contains: Female weight gain

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A small engine sputtered and wheezed. It pistoned as hard as it could, yet still struggled to will a cart to move. The progress was agonizingly slow, but it was progress. None could blame its feeble pace. 

That was because of its cargo. Atop the simple platform that served as its base was a colossal being that weighed as much as a small titan. Despite that weight, it was not a towering figure. It was much too compact to stand tall, let alone stand in any sense. 

This figure was Pieck. She had always been overweight, but her weight continued to rise despite others assuming it would eventually plateau. Instead, it continuously snowballed and escalated until she became immensely obese, only able to move with the aid of her cart. There was no way she could move without it. The bulk of her body was so thickly coated in blubber that balance was impossible. Even if it was, her legs had become so thick that they were wider than long in most places. On top of that, the angle was entirely wrong to support locomotion. That was the cost of becoming so fat that your body was incomparable to a standard human body plan.

Despite that, Pieck tried to maintain a reputation for still being serious and hardworking. She didn’t want to be seen as a helpless, constantly-aroused glutton. It was nigh impossible for obvious reasons, but she never willed herself to lose weight. She was currently in a state where that was impossible now anyway. All she had was a facade of a serious woman. It simply took all her willpower to resist breaking it.

Pieck loved the state of her body. Everything was perfect, every second felt incredible. Nothing could compare to how immensely pleasurable it was to be a heaving mound of fat. Just the thought of how massive she was made her pant with excitement. That heavy sound of her breath increased her excitement and played like music to her ears. With that sound stirring her inside, she would gaze at her folds, see how her body wobbled, and feel the tightness of her clothes. It got her so excited that steam visibly wafted from her body, adding to the dampness of her clothes, which were already soaked with sweat.

Pieck’s form was unmistakable yet unrecognizable as human. Anyone who saw the odd lump on the cart knew it was her, but they could barely compare her current state to the former. She was so wide in every direction. From her head to the furthest curve of her belly or ass, the leftmost or rightmost points of her hips, and even diagonally across. An aerial view of her was like looking at a sphere with irregular edges. She wasn’t flat, though. Someone standing next to her cart would still be head-level with her. The cart hardly added any height to her, but her fat stacked to the point that her seated posture was equal to the average standing height. 

Her belly rolled out in front of her as a sloping mass of flabby rolls large enough for someone to be buried in. The entire surface was larger than a mattress but was divided into mounds and plateaus, giving it a varied shape. These belly rolls varied in size yet shared an unspeakably soft texture. That was only possible due to how much fat had accumulated. The thought of this impossibly obese state caused Pieck to flex her sausage fingers excitedly. Her eyes pored over the buttons of her shirt, which barely closed. Gaps the size of dinner plates formed between them. That allowed sweat-coated flab to bulge through in soft mounds, while other small holes only allowed tiny bubbles to poke through. Her belly was also wide, barely being more narrow than it was long. This allowed some to rest atop her hips like a heavy sheet.

Though Pieck’s hips were radically different from what they should be. She was twice as wide as she was tall. Growing so fat was one thing, but it was impossible for her body mapping to remain the same. Her hips rolled on and on, sweeping up her legs and forcing them upward. This gave the same wavering shape as her belly, but the rolls there were formed from her legs. Meaty rolls overtook her thighs, her knees, and finally her shin and calves. These rolls were so thick and stacked so high that they swallowed up Pieck’s feet. It was a testament to how obscenely obese she was, which further filled her with glee. 

Wrapping around, Pieck’s butt melded with her hips and rose into a mound of fat with wavering edges. There weren’t folds like her belly, but her butt was nothing near round. The curves sloped down, varying in steepness, before they folded over the back of her cart. Atop them were pillowy mounds of back fat draped in her sweat-soaked jacket. Beneath that was her skirt, which barely stretched around her, let alone covered anything. Most of the coverage of her lower body was her leggings, and there were massive holes torn in them, from the broad rips across her ass that allowed lumps of fat to hang loose to the smaller tears across the rolls of her thighs. 

GRRRRRWWWWWWLLLLLLLL 

Pieck bit her lip as her belly growled. The sensation of hunger was unbearable at times, but the sound excited her like nothing else. She had to force herself to keep her expression plain. That was already difficult with her jowl-like cheeks and tiered mixture of extra chins and neck fat. She focused and kept her expression straight at the cost of flexing her hands. 

Fully curling her fingers wasn’t possible, and the effort of trying caused her arms to wobble. The bloated limbs, each more broad than her torso used to be, quivered uncontrollably. The movement further tore her sleeves and allowed more fat to bubble out.

“Focus…just get to the cafeteria. I’ll calm down once I get something to eat.” Pieck murmured under her labored breath. The idea of food made her want to drool. She was ready to stuff herself with enough food to feed ten people. Only then would she confidently manage to calm her arousal.

Movement from the corner of her eye made her freeze. The margin was immensely small, consisting of a sliver of space above her padded shoulders. That was enough to recognize her friend, Porco, though. Thankfully, her cart kept her moving, and her blushing expression was hidden from Porco. 

“I hope he didn’t see any of that…” Pieck groaned. She didn’t mean the state of her body, its folds, sweat, steam, sounds, none of that. She was worried that the brief weakness of biting her plump lip was exposed. One little crack was enough to gradually burst a dam. “What if he noticed I am a reckless pig eternally infatuated with my own body?! Maybe he would share my love for fat and want to feed me. No! Wait!!! What am I thinking?!!! I need to be more careful. I should probably eat twice my usual amount…that should do it.”

THE END