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Aloy was in her favorite place: nestled close to her mate, having woken up just that much earlier than Talanah. Two and a half decades since Aloy had found her courage and opened her heart to her Hawk.
Of course her timing could have been better, what with Talanah recovering from the blight that had nearly destroyed the world during their exploration of the Forbidden West. But Talanah had merely given her a warm, still sickly, grin and had squeezed her hand.
A proper kiss followed after a restored GAIA had given the both of them the all clear from any traces of blight infection. The world was healed, mostly. The constant fighting and striving and simply surviving was over, as far as Aloy was concerned. Still she had scouted and catalogued, helped set up trade routes with Talanah, Petra, Teb, Erend, and all of her other companions.
But it was the night before this current day that Aloy had decided she was done seeking, done with the fighting, hunting, and questing. She had everything she wanted in her arms, both of them filled with enough scars, aches, and nightmares to overflow a score of datalogs.
Now she just wanted there to be more of her mate to indulge, more to pamper, and to enjoy, to excess, a life she and Talanah had won for themselves. But that was later, for now Aloy returned her full attention to her mate, callused hands gently squeezing the softened muscles around Talanah’s middle and legs. Aloy puffed out her cheeks, silently mouthing Talanah’s name, adding a gentle wheeze, fantasy swirling in her head as she imagined herself such a size where she could barely move a finger but still enjoy the immensity of her Talanah.
She shivered in both arousal and a giddy fear about the depth of her love for the retired Sun-Hawk.
The possessiveness she felt was kept at bay. They were each others' but themselves first and foremost. Talanah, not just her Talanah.
Aloy was so distracted by this rumination that she didn’t notice Talanah wake until her mate was touching her right cheek. “Mmmm…morning little Thrush.”
“Morning my Hawk,” Aloy replied. “I’ve decided Talanah. It’s time for us, just us, but I don’t just want us as we are now.”
“Bigger than a Behemoth,” Talanah recited from memory. A time when they were in the Forbidden West, huddled close for warmth, the future as far away as the stars above. Aloy had murmured those words and elaborated upon Talanah’s questioning.
“After visiting my mother’s resting place, talking to Rost, I realized that, if there is an after following all this struggle, I want to just enjoy, grow round, to show how content I am with the person who has my heart.” Oh how she wanted to confess right then to Talanah, but the urgency of the blight was too much of an impediment. So she simply watched the fire, hoping that she hadn’t scared the woman she loved away with such a wild fantasy.
“That sounds like a lovely sunset to indulge in,” Talanah had said.
In the present, Talanah was pinching lightly along Aloy’s right cheek. “You’re going to look even more stunning.”
Aloy blushed like it was their first time making love, a taboo given voice, a fantasy just that much more made reality. “So will you. I remember when you tried on your old leggings. How your thighs ripped just a bit through them, how you couldn’t get the lower half fully secured, your middle softened by time. Having more of you, more of us, I want that. I want it like I’ve never wanted anything else.” Aloy stood then, striding purposefully towards the kitchen, clothed in nothing but tan smallclothes. Talanah following after, watching as Aloy gathered the boar from the cooling fridge, cracked egg after egg into a pan, the stove firing up.
Talanah’s stomach rumbled boisterously, Aloy turning towards the sound, that daring smirk on her face, framed by her unbound gray and red hair, painting a picture of the after they were embarking on. Aloy winked and shoved a bit of boar into her mouth, handing Talanah a larger portion.
Talanah ate and moved closer, grasping for more. Aloy provided while shoving another handful into her own mouth.
The finished omelette was crammed full of herbs, boar, turkey, onions, and coated in the sauce both women favored on market trips. Split neatly in half, they dug in, finishing the entire half and shoving just a bit more boar meat in as a chaser, washing it all down with milk.
Aloy looked down at her full stomach, the already softened and aged flesh there rapidly turning red thanks to fullness. “I want to be fat.”
There it was again, the giddy arousal, but heightened by what she had started upon, every bit of her spine alight with the sensation as goosebumps made themselves known. Talanah scooted her chair closer, intentionally brushing her stuffed belly against her mate’s. She entwined her right and Aloy’s left hands, placing them carefully on the engorged stomachs they were sporting. Aloy’s eyes were watery with happiness.
“I want to be fat,” Talanah repeated, saying the worlds like an oath. Her own goosebumps caused her to shiver. She had imagined this ever since Aloy had turned her on to such an idea, but to feel her stuffed self, pressing against her Aloy’s full belly was something else altogether.
“We’ll walk, then waddle, then wheel along this path until we’re fully reliant on GAIA,” Aloy said, with all the conviction she could muster in the moment. Talanah squeezed her right hand in agreement.
The AI’s projection lit into being then, taking in her stuffed daughter and daughter-in-law. Aloy looked away from Talanah and into those eyes that had only ever offered a wellspring of acceptance and love digitized though they were. “I will do everything I can to assist you both.” Her sensors could tell how much her child wanted this and the AI was grateful she could provide her wealth of knowledge.
After all much of the Old World had been obese.
GAIA’s core thrummed with joy at the simulations of how safe and happy her child would be now that she had fully ceased her drive for battle and survival.
Elsewhere, DEMETER production was set to work on more processed foods, a special menu just for Aloy and Talanah. HEPHAESTUS toiled on plans for two mobility scooters with specs to expand to unheard of human weight. The restored but not recovered APOLLO set about crafting a diet plan for the two women.
CYAN watched on her feed, transposing an image of the largest Behemoth and then digitally blowing up one of Aloy. She sent a recipe for bison burgers to DEMETER, hoping that the dish would provide Aloy and Talanah with just a bit more softness overall.
In their living room, Aloy and Talanah digested on the couch, still in smallclothes, poking here and there on areas they wanted to see expand the most. Aloy’s cheeks, poked again and again by Talanah. The last Khane Padish’s rear, breasts, and belly. The last Sobeck’s thighs, belly, breasts. Really they both dissolved into joyous laughter after recognizing they were poking one anothers entire being.
It was the first morning of the after, Aloy sensed deep in her soul.
A long, lazy growing was ahead, until the sun set one final time, Talanah knew.
Her Aloy would billow with fat.
Her Talanah would bloat with obesity.
Their lives, entwined for so long, would only come undone when they physically couldn’t hold one another. But their laboring hearts would beat together still.
Digestion finished hours later.
Lunch followed.
Aloy purposefully wore her tightest clothing and ripped through parts of the material in her gluttony. Talanah matched her bite for bite, putting on the old clothes, more rips sounding in the air.
A symphony of growth, love, and tubby togetherness.