Chained Soldier - Absolute Submission

Series: Chained Soldier

Characters: Shikoku, Kyouka, Fubuki, Tenka, Ren, Fukuma

Contains: Weight gain, force feeding, humiliation, clothes destruction, tentacle feeding, bondage, sweating, lewd themes

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Shikoku couldn’t help but giggle as she recounted the events once again. A clever spell devised by one of their fellow gods was just what they needed to deal with the Anti-Demon Corps once and for all. The humans were pesky, meaningless little things in general, but one had managed to be a thorn in their side. Kyouka Uzen’s ability, “Slave,” allowed a young man, Yuuki, to attain a powerful form. Such a form allowed him to eliminate one of their fellow gods, reducing the Eight Gods of Thunder to seven.

But again, Shikoku was reminiscing over how they had dealt with that ability. A special curse had snatched the ability and placed it into Shikoku’s hand. Now dubbed “Absolute Submission,” Shikoku could bend the will of anyone she marked to her will. The ability could also be effectively lent to her fellow gods. None partook as much as her, though.

Shikoku grinned, her features appearing more serpentine as she did. She slowly rose from her seat and gestured farewell to the two other gods. “I think I’ll go to visit my not-so-little pets again.” She started to walk before one of the seated figures grunted.

“Hrmph,” Rairen, a large being resembling a rhinoceros beetle, rolled his eyes. “I can’t help but think you’re having too much fun with this. I would have preferred it if we crushed them like bugs.”

The third figure, Jouryuu, placed a hand to her chin. “If you think about it, Shikoku is crushing them under their own weight.”  She was a gently tanned humanoid woman with horns like dragons depicted in Eastern art. She didn’t understand why Shikoku employed…such methods on their captives, but it was fine as their goals were being accomplished. Rairen seemed to accept those terms, and the two continued conversing. Shikoku resumed her course and wandered into a private room.

The smell of sweat and lingering food filled the room. Heavy footfalls and aggressive panting resonated off the walls like a symphony. In the center was Kyouka, the former leader of the 7th unit of the Anti-Demon Corps. However, her current state made her seem quite unfit for duty. Her body was too soft and flabby to look like a chief or even a foot soldier. Absolute Submission was to blame for this.

The Slave ability was initially used to control the monsters of Mato, Shuuki, and it would make it subject to Kyouka’s commands. After battles, a reward was given to the slave. Mindless Shuuki merely craved meat, but a strange mutation arose from the ability being used on Yuuki. Kyouka was forced to use her body to satisfy the inner desire of her slave, often granting physical affection while not altering her mental state.

Absolute Submission was the inverse of that. Kyouka was subject to Shikoku’s will and command at all times. That was how she had become so obese. Shikoku fattened her with sadistic delight and then forced her to undergo contestant training. She loved how, despite this rigorous exercise, Kyouka continued to grow fatter. Today’s regimen was a treadmill going at a blistering pace.

Shikoku giggled into her hand as she sauntered over. Kyouka’s eyes locked onto her, but she was too out of breath to say anything. That was fine, Shikoku wanted to admire her toy’s body.

Starting at her head, Kyouka’s silver hair bounced as she ran in place. Though the more entertaining motion was on her face. Cheeks the size of grapefruits bounced and wobbled beneath fierce red eyes. Two extra chins waggled and squished together, while a thick neck quivered from labored breathing. Her mouth moved like she was desperate to say something, but there was no air to carry her words.

Further down were voluptuous breasts. They bounced as if they were eager to leap free from the restrictive uniform that held them. Golden buttons begged to burst as they tried to contain boobs so fat and round that they could double as pillows or rival prized watermelons. That size was pleasing to the eye, but their motion was the more entertaining part. They sometimes leaped so high that Kyouka had to twitch her neck back lest she be struck in the face. Each twitch made Shikoku giggle as she continued her inspection.

Flabby arms pumped at Kyouka’s side. A controlled shock forced them to recoil whenever they tried to grip support bars to either side. Upper arms were encased in blubbery cylinders far too thick to belong to a soldier’s arms. Similarly, her forearms were thicker than the average person’s thighs. They were such helpless arms, hardly capable of ferrying food to their owner’s round face.

Further down was a belly of egregious size. It was large enough to sag to Kyouka’s knees, but her running forced it to bounce off her thighs. It was mostly round, the shape only disrupted by a crease between her love handles and the fat on the sides of her torso. Shikoku considered that rift pleasant to the eyes. It was also a suitable place to grab and squeeze. However, that could be said about any part of Kyouka’s belly. It was like a beloved prize that had been nurtured and tended to. There was no other way Kyouka’s stomach would grow to this size. She had to be forced to stuff her face. To glut herself like a pig that merely resembled a human.

Shikoku looked at Kyouka’s lower body. It was in forced motion, somehow running despite being fattened to comical proportions. Kyouka’s hips were so wide that she couldn’t squeeze through the single door in this room. Absolute Submission prevented that action, but still. Her hips were curved and soft, leading into pillar-like thighs and a fat ass. Her skirt failed to cover a quarter of these assets, so sweat-coated skin was exposed. Each heavy footstep caused a quake to spread through them. It was a pleasant wave-like jiggle. It was more restrained in thighs almost as wide as Kyouka’s legs were long, but it was much more animated in butt cheeks the size of yoga balls.

“I thought you would have collapsed by now. What a shame.” Shikoku stood beside Kyouka and tut-tutted. “I was hoping for an excuse to punish you. Instead, I’ll reward you.” The treadmill slowed, and Kyouka took the time to catch her breath.

“Enjoy yourself, huff while you can…” Kyouka wheezed and stared defiantly at Shikoku. “Yuuki will find a way to…” She trailed off as the treadmill sped up. Her legs pumped more vigorously, their chaotic jiggle resuming.

Shikoku thought briefly of Yuuki. It was true he managed to escape the effect of Absolute Submission, but there was little he could do. Without Kyouka, he couldn’t assume his Slave form. A sudden thought caused a devilish grin to spread across her face. “Perhaps, if the opportunity to rescue you was fabricated. He would certainly rush to your aid, wouldn’t he?”

The god reached out and groped a handful of Kyouka’s belly. She squeezed and allowed supple flesh to bulge between her fingers. “You never lose a single pound despite your ceaseless training. It has made for remarkable entertainment, but I thought of something more fun. What if you are so fat that you’re completely unrecognizable to Yuuki? What would he think if his master were a helpless mass of flesh, so addicted to food that she has forgotten his name?”

Kyouka’s cheeks flushed bright red. She opened her mouth to scream, “I would nev-“ but her words were cut off by a slice of cake. The rich frosting and fluffy cake coated the inside of her mouth. Her jaw worked with a mind of its own, chewing and swallowing the cake. It then opened to allow Shikoku to stuff more food past her lips.

“We’ll see, we’ll see.” Shikoku giggled as several black snakes emerged from her body. They encircled Kyouka and wrapped around her body. One was on each of her arms, curling around the plump appendages. They squeezed tightly and pulled them upward. Kyouka was given just enough will to pull, which provoked the snakes to squeeze tighter. Fat bulged around their lithe bodies, but they didn’t react. Kyouka was the one to suffer as her arms quickly felt tired. It didn’t matter that she didn’t exert force to lift them. Gravity still worked on them all the same.

The snakes lifted Kyouka higher so her feet struggled to reach the treadmill. She was still forced to run, but her steps were more awkward. She also swayed slightly, which added to her jiggling. The more exaggerated bounce of her breasts caused one button to pop free of her uniform. This opened a window through which sweat-coated cleavage was revealed. One of the snakes eagerly slipped through the gap and coiled around Kyouka’s breasts. Her blush deepened as her chest was fondled. The coils of the snake undulated, dispersing their pressure and filling Kyouka’s chest with unwanted pleasure.

“Ghh…” Kyouka clenched her teeth as two snake heads bit gently on her nipples. Her breath hitched before her jaw was forced open again. Shikoku filled her cheeks with more food before pinching them.

“Quite sensitive, no?” Shikoku asked rhetorically as she willed the snakes to squeeze tighter. Kyouka’s will was strong, and her defiant nature was amusing. Breaking it would prove more so. She had to bury Kyouka in fat, but also drown her in pleasure. She stuffed more food down Kyouka’s throat. It was mostly sweets, but the sizes started to become cartoonish. Slices of cake and pie became so large that they smeared along the corners of her mouth. Shikoku would collect these remnants on lithe fingers and force her captive to suck them clean. “Good girl~”

Kyouka’s belly swelled with the flow of food. She groaned as her uniform squeezed and pinched her. The sound was drowned out by stitches that strained until they burst. Fat started to bubble through any fap that appeared until the buttons popped and the front of the outfit was torn open. Her belly fat leaped into open space and slammed against her thighs. She would have fallen forward if not for the snakes holding her.

Speaking of, the spectral serpents lunged at the exposed belly fat. They slipped into the subtle rift at Kyouka’s sides that had become more defined. Then they slithered across the surface, teased beneath it, and one stuffed itself into her belly button.

Shikoku laughed while Kyouka’s expression turned truly embarrassed. “Look at this! How lewd a hole this is~” Her serpent-like eyes bore into Kyouka’s as she stuffed her fingers into the deep belly button. “I’m certain your dear slave would make proper use of this. Would you make that same face then?” She asked. No answer came, but Shikoku didn’t need one. There would be plenty more fun ahead.

A wave of her hand caused Kyouka’s breasts to flop free. The fat orbs were too heavy to maintain their former perkiness. Thankfully, the snakes gave them plenty of support. Shikoku pulled the remnants of Kyouka’s top away and looked behind her. Supple rolls of back fat were exposed, and more serpents made use of them. They slipped between each and slowly pistoned back and forth.

Shikoku’s eyes didn’t linger there. She looked down at a more substantial mass. Kyouka’s butt cheeks bounced with her forced steps. She willed one snake to lift her skirt to expose her panties. They weren’t visible, though. What with the running and sheer girth of each cheek, Kyouka’s panties had slipped between her butt cheeks.

No matter, a snake readily dove between the cheeks to search for it. “Mgggfff!” Kyouka let out a shriek through a mouth stuffed with sweets. This was the first cry she had let out. Her eyelids fluttered and her face twitched as she felt the snake wiggle between her butt cheeks. This place was much more sensitive than her belly and almost on par with her breasts. It added to the rising pleasure that she couldn’t fend off.

The snake abandoned the search for panties and instead crept further. It followed the curve of the immense cheeks before it forced its way between plush thighs. This caused it to brush past an even more delicate place. Kyouka cried out again, and her legs locked. That was fine as more snakes coiled around her thighs. She couldn’t move aside from jiggling. Given the mounting pleasure in her, she writhed a lot.

The pleasure was becoming too much. Kyouka’s breasts were squeezed, her nipples teased, her belly was caressed, a snake wriggled from her butt cheeks to her womanhood, and her thighs were pulled apart to an uncomfortable degree. She refused to break.

Yet, Shikoku also refused to yield. She force-fed Kyouka more. She was so determined that even her fingers crept deeper into Kyouka’s mouth. She stuffed her cheeks so full that she struggled to keep up. Food was stuffed in, Kyouka’s jaw struggled to chew, she swallowed, more food entered, it was chewed, swallowed, again and again and again.

More of Kyouka’s clothes strained and burst around her frame. Her skirt tore at the waistband and fell to the ground. Her boots split down the middle to expose the meatiness of her calves and shins. Even the hidden panties she wore had burst and fluttered to the ground.

Shikoku wrapped her arms around Kyouka and squeezed. It was nothing like a tender hug. Instead, it was meant to be a crushing embrace. Fat enveloped her arms as they dug deeper. The pressure forced a groan from Kyouka. Shikoku leaned in and bit the side of her toy’s right breast. She applied enough pressure to leave a mark, but she focused on the sensation of rolling fat between her teeth.

She was having too much fun.

Kyouka’s eyes remained determined, in a sense. The vibrant red irises shone, and the pupils seemed focused. The corners were different, though. They showed the wear on her psyche. Hidden muscles started to force the eyes upward. She was very close…

“Oooh…urgggh…” Kyouka failed to suppress a moan and a subsequent groan. Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. “Guhhh…” She couldn’t help but put her head back. This opened her throat to Shikoku, who squeezed. This wasn’t meant to crush nor deny air. Instead, the hand squeezed so that the sounds Kyouka made were altered. Another hand squeezed her cheeks so her mouth was forced into different shapes. Groans turned into odd noises. Kyouka was being played like some sort of instrument. Hands worked to shake the tones produced, and snakes squeezed harder or prodded delicate places to increase the sound.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Shikoku asked. Her arms were no longer wrapped around Kyouka, but she leaned against her flabby belly. It was surprisingly comfortable. ‘Perhaps she would make a nice throne?’ She thought before resuming her focus. “Fall for me. Give in and submit yourself to gluttony. Once you fail to resist, you’ll certainly become a proper sow~”

Kyouka felt shame spread through her body, but it was washed away by pleasure. She felt sweat drops roll over every inch of extra fat, her thighs tried to rub together, her back arched, her breasts were lifted higher, and just as she was about to climax…

Shikoku dropped her. Kyouka dropped on her ass and bounced before she flopped onto her back. Shikoku landed on her belly and looked down with her sadistic smirk. “Aw, so close. Sorry, but hand feeding is too slow.

Kyouka heard a noise and looked up. The treadmill that had been her torture device seemed to be carrying food right at her mouth level. A snake wrapped around her neck like a shackle and held it in place. The unseen force of Absolute Submission wrenched her jaw open, and the food was forced inside her mouth. She was being fed again, but the pace had been increased. There was no time to chew, only swallow. Her belly visible rose with each gulp in a surge of new growth. Fat was distributed through her, and her body crept across the floor.

“I’ll leave you like this for a few hours. I have some other helpless lumps to torment.” Shikoku slid off Kyouka’s belly, something easy to do thanks to how slick it was. “You’re free to derive as much joy or despair as you’d like from this. Depending on your mood and size, when I return, this can become a permanent activity.” She slapped Kyouka’s belly hard enough to leave a mark, and she watched as the jiggles carried through her body. Satisfied, she turned to leave.

Kyouka did her best to remain strong. She squeezed her eyes shut and thought of Yuuki. She thought of how he would come to save her and all the other members of the Anti-Demon Crops. She thought of him and not of the sensation of her body being bloated and contorted into an impossibly fleshy mass. The weight she felt despite lying down, the feeling of creeping over the floor beneath her, nor the mounting pleasure through her helpless, shameful, and useless form…

TO BE CONTINUED