ROYAL REWARD: Man-Made Pie, Part 2 (Food TF, Inflation)

Taberu ambled through the campus with her pointer in one hand and a gigantic pie in the other. Half of it was in her mouth, actually. Well, more like a third. Another third was in her belly, which had been rumbling like crazy. She’d been in such a mood for pie she hadn’t been able to continue–she’d had to stop and zap a nearby passerby into one, or she’d practically have starved.

Stuffing the last of the giant pie through her lips, she wiped the crumbs off her tits and set off again. Now that this little hunger pang was dealt with, she could focus on satisfying her larger one: little pies like this could never sate the appetite of someone as hungry as her. No, she needed something not just gigantic, but truly humongous. 

(Her sisters, at this point, would have stopped her to say something like ‘as big as nyour butt, nya?’, but she didn’t know what they were talking about.)

Marching on, her enormous asscheeks clapping behind her like they were playing patty-cake, she sniffed the air in search of her next ingredient. She already had the eggs, but there were plenty more things you needed to make a pie. 

No sooner had she turned the corner onto the school playing field than her well-trained nose caught the scent of something delicious. No, multiple delicious things, all hot and sweaty and ripe for the taking. Leaping onto the top of the nearest building, she rushed ahead, tracking the scent like a bloodhound.

Her eyes soon settled on a group of young woman, whose physical attributes varied but trendy heavily towards ‘blonde’, ‘busty’, and ‘wearing a dark red cheerleader outfit’. (The most prominent exception to this was the gardener cutting the grass, but he was a statistical outlier and could safely be excluded from the data set). 

“Alright, girls, let’s form up and start the routine from the beginning!” 

“Oh, but Maaaaaandy. We’ve been practicing for a whoooooole hour. Can’t we take a break and go, like, bully some nerds or something?” 

“Sorry, Candy, but you knew what you signed up for when you joined the cheerleading squad. We don’t just dress up in skimpy clothes and shake our nubile bodies for the entertainment of the football team and a worrying number of their dads, we do it for GOD. He’s watching us, Candy, and if we don’t meet His standards, He’ll send the Bufmuck College Football Squad the same way as Sodom and Gomorrah! And it’ll be all your fault, you bitch!” She threw a pom-pom at her.

“Ow! Okay, Mandy, jeez…” 

As the cheer squad assumed their starting pose (and the gardener puttered conveniently out of the story), Taberu looked down and licked her lips. “Mmm~.” Well, if she was going to make a cherry pie, then it would help to have some cherries, wouldn’t it? Leaping off the building, she landed on the grass with a squelch from her legs. 

As Taberu advanced, her ninja-field keeping her nice and stealthy, the girls took not the slightest notice of her, not even when she finished twirling her pointer, took aim at their perky backsides, and with a twist of the wrist–

Zap! Struck them with a lightning storm’s worth of jagged pink juice. Now they noticed her. 

Caught mid-routine, the twelve of them dropped to the ground with a wild scream of pleasure and lay there moaning and twitching as her pointer’s light worked them over. Struggling to stand, they promptly collapsed again as they realized what it was doing to them: one by one, giant splotches of red–the same shade as their uniforms–were appearing on their skin, leaving them looking like they’d come down with some kind of tropical disease. Having formed, the spots grew rapidly, spreading until every inch of their nubile bodies were the same deep, rich shade. Whether this would affect the Football Squad’s (or their dads’) enjoyment of them, she couldn’t say.

With a moan, one of the girls clutched her swelling belly, which had swiftly plumped into a fat, gravid sphere, as if one of the linebackers had done slightly more than grope her behind the bleachers. She wasn’t the only one: soon the entire squad were nursing big, pregnant bellies, and if this wasn’t bad enough, they didn’t stop growing there. Soon, they looked like they were bearing twins–triplets!–quadruplets!–pentup–! 

“Nnnn~!” As their swelling guts expanded, the girls moaned, their tops and their panties already stained with the heavy flow of cherry juice squirting out of every available hole. Some made one last feeble attempt to stand and seek help, but it wasn’t long before they joined the others on their asses, unable to do anything but sit there and watch as their growing guts subsumed the rest of their forms.

Taberu, watching all this in delight, cocked her head and gave her pointer a sharp twist to speed up the process. As one, the cheer squad released a sharp moan and swelled like water balloons on the tap, their taut red bodies practically sloshing with their juices. Their uniforms tore with a terrible rip, leaving naked boobs and pussies on full display as they squirted their contents everywhere. 

By now, the group were each as tall as the team’s bus–as tall and quite a lot wider. Slowly, inch by inch, their arms and legs sank into their shoulders and their hips, and their heads dropped into their necks, and all in turn slowly slipped into the growing orbs of their stomachs, until all that remained of the squad were twelve gigantic dark red spheres, each glistening and leaking cherry juices. 

Finally, their heads disappeared into their new forms completely, and from their place sprouted equally gigantic stems. With that, the cheerleaders were gone, replaced by an equal number of absolutely ginormous cherries (whose squirting nipples and pussies were nothing more than a strange mutation, we assure you).

Approaching them, Taberu raised her hands, rubbed them hungrily, and sank them deep into a fat, firm cherry-gut. “Mmm~,” she said, as their unfortunate owner squirmed, reduced to screaming in her head for help. “Nyou came out great, nya! Nyou guys are going to give my pie so much spirit.”