Amethyst's Adipose

“Huh…?  Oh, hey Greg, what’s good?”

Amethyst’s voice didn’t even sound like her own, all that flab and mass coating her neck causing her voice to drop in pitch considerably.  Her words were slurred with lethargy and perhaps hunger, a tired look in her eyes as she gazed curiously at the man.

“A-amethyst?!  I was looking for Steven, but-  what the heck happened to you!?”  Greg was aghast at the sight before him, Amethyst’s compact shortstack frame turned into a behemoth of flab and fatty rolls.  It was a miracle her outfit still clung to her frame at all, though he supposed there may be some sort of gem magic involved in that miracle.

“Oh, this?”  Her attempt to gesture at her flabby frame failed as quickly as it started, as she seemed unable to really lift her massive, meaty arms.  Not that it was surprising, given they both seemed as big on their own as she had once been.  “Just a lil’ experiment to see if I could bulk myself up by eating.”

“Little!?  That’s not-  I don’t think you can call it little anymore..!”  Greg wheezed, feeling breathless.  He was all for giant women, but this felt a little excessive, even to him..!

“Eh.  Just means it was a success.”  Amethyst’s sentence was punctuated by a hearty belch.  “Since I’m a lil stuck though, would ya mind grabbing me some food from the Big Donut?  I could shapeshift back to normal for the trip but uh…”  She suddenly looked a little more sheepish.  “Kinda…  takes a lot outta me.”

Greg sighed, a hint of defeat in his words as he spoke.  “...Sure.  Got any preference on donuts?”

“Edible, probably.”  Amethyst beamed smugly.

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Amethyst has been pushing her form to the upper limit by gorging on food daily, seeing just how big she can get (and how big she can STAY without shapeshifting).  So far the results have been nothing but promising...  even if the side-effects to her mobility are less than ideal.