Jobelette - [General Access] Little Sister, BIG Sister

SERIES: One Punch Man 

MAIN CHARACTER(S): Fubuki, Tatsumaki 

MAIN KINKS: Belly stuffing, humiliation, force feeding, some slob 

OVERVIEW 

Fubuki is in the prime of her life. Never before has she held the potential to outdo Tatsumaki, who is slacking by comparison. Yet, her fatass sister always wins in the end. 

--Start-- 

Just like any other day, Fubuki dashed like the wind around town. Rhythmic bouncing up and down left her chest rocking and ass wobbling, but she lacked the time to pause and purchase bigger attire, not when others around could need her help. 

By all accounts, the littler sister of the Espers was in the shape of her life. Under her black garments sat many abs to match her sleek physique, no outward muscle anywhere else; the definition of a sleeper build to catch others off guard in a fight, particularly those with morally broken thoughts. Going alongside her dominant, attractive figure were breasts comparable to an entire head wiggling around with her every movement back and forth, and the same went for the monster mounds she called asscheeks. From top to bottom, even in-between, the Esper Sister was a goddess through and through, a fact she held close to her heart. If nothing else, she beat her skinny sister at one thing. 

But just one measly lottery ticket in the gene pool wasn't enough to satisfiy her cravings, not when her bigger sister overshadowed her so overpoweringly. From the very start Fubuki had always lived in her shadow no matter what angle she took, enough to bring her to tears most nights. 

But not anymore. Turning her pain into power, the lesser sister pumped iron like never before, improving her physical strength alongside her mentality. As the permanent resident of Class B, the one to dictate who moved up just to improve her own ego, she refused to allow herself to be beaten any longer. Perhaps that was why she finally chose to move up to Class A after so many years, thanks to a certain bald-headed man showing her the path forward. 

And now, more than ever, she stood prepared to beat her sister once and for all. 

"Please don't show up... please don't show... Sister, for once in your life, leave me alone..." 

Or so she hoped. For the time being, after multiple weeks in a row of rotten luck and stolen glory, calling her paranoid was a pretty safe bet. Every three steps forward came packaged with another five glances over each shoulder, twice at her back, in fear of a certain someone coming to ruin her fun all over again. The story of her life that seemed to have no ending chapter, pain and misery for a hundred years or more. 

Driven to insanity to be noticed for once in her life, Fubuki's standards were... in the gutter, so to speak. Even the smallest, most insignificant issues rose to the top of her priority list so long as it meant some recognition. That anguish led her to spot a stuck cat in a tree, acting as if it were a major deal.  

Using her telekinesis powers to fly, Fubuki softly spoke to the furry fiend. "Here, kitty... ben a good boy... girl... cat! Just come here already... I've seen enough videos to know grabbing you directly is a bad-" 

WOOSH!! 

"Idea..." 

Everything occurred in the blink of an eye. One moment had her alone with a ticket to the upper echelons, and the next left no furball to save. Even without a clue to its whereabouts, Fubuki didn't have to look twice to understand who or what had stolen her thunder. In spite of all her checks... 

"Tatsumaki! Leave me alone, for once! What good does it give you to save a cat in the first place?!" Fubuki yelled into the sky, up at a floating ass. 

"Do you even need to ask, Fubuki? I came to the rescue because that cat needed the best help in the universe, something you cannot provide. Now, leave me be while I take the poor thing to a vet."  

Tatsumaki arrives all the same. 

Yet, this was not the girl Fubuki grew up with. That version of her sister refused to buckle or yield to slacking, always on her A-game for the smallest of threats, beyond that still for ones that threatened her family. The Tatsumaki of old would never lug around burgers with her to snack on, but the present came full of shocks. 

In the same breath, the old Tatsumaki's figure degrading to this stage was laughable. Yet, in the current day, there stood nothing out of the ordinary with the number two hero owning a body like a bloated shut-in. If nothing else, it matched rather nicely with the fattening burgers in her hands. 

Fubuki never quite knew where to glance at the woman past her prime. Sometimes it was directly at her supple stomach that ate at shaking knees, a double belly bellyache falling all the way past her knees; other times it happened to be an ass doubling as a wrecking ball, quadruple wide and known across the land for shattering any chair it came into contact with. Even her tits had grown, just not in the way anyone wanted. Instead of bold, prideful orbs bouncing with her every step, they pathetically flopped down and onto her stomach like pancakes. No matter where her little sister glanced, however, her face never failed to contort into a grimace when noting the utter nudity of it all. 

Tatsumaki did still wear her traditional black robe, but nowhere near to the same effect. What used to cover her underbaked figure effortlessly now left open wounds and tears all over the shop, leaving her stomach to poke out the front at all times. As for her ass, well, its flabby covering merely wedged between her cheeks and drowned under flab, a useless accessory serving onto to give them more pop. 

"I said leave me be, sister. I want to do something of my own accord without you sticking your nose into my business for once! Is that so hard to understand?" Fubuki yelled upwards again, bringing her sister floating down to eye level.  

Even with a considerable gap between the pairing, the swollen of the two sister's stomach bulged out far enough to press into the other all the same. Its cellulite bumps rubbed against cloth, spreading their stains all over it. Fubuki attempted to back away but her sister yanked her back, a smug grin on her face. 

"You talk all big, but look at you. You come face to face with greatness, yet... y-yet... urougUUUUUUUUUUURPPP!! Whew... y-you can't help but back away! And you want to claim yourself on my level? Laughable." Tatsumaki mocked, attempting to leave her broad belch in the past. 

"No, that's-" 

But it was already too late for retaliation. Tatsumaki blew herself into the distance far, far away, leaving her sister to seethe and fume in place of maturity. Any and all patience had been ground down into dust and spat out at her feet, no longer a part of her master plan. 

"How many more times is that fatass going to ruin my plan?! That's the fourth time today... fourth! Not to mention the twelfth time this week, and its only Wednesday! Why won't she just leave me alone?!" 

"You okay up there, pretty lady?" Some random passersby spoke up at her, leaving Fubuki flushed from embarrassment. 

So embarrassed, in fact, that she flew off chasing her sister. Following her around came to be quite simple in reality, aided by a lingering green trail pointing her onwards much akin to a helpful spirit from another life. She had no time to share her thanks, though, not when the woman from her nightmares could be plotting another swoop. 

For minutes, the lesser sister gave chase. High altitude and wind spelt death for her tits as they flapped widely around within the confines of her tight clothing, even smacking her in the face every now and then. Holding them in place contributed nought but an intense urge to milk herself, desperate to release pressure build up over weeks one way or another, but there stood no time for that; not now, when her destination was within reach. 

A... burger place? 

"There's no way... did she really go back for seconds?! How greedy can my family be? I don't have that gluttonous streak... do I?" 

Part of her wished not to comprehend the matter at hand, but there was only so long the dominant force could last without sticking her face inside. There, something straight out of a fetish porn comic unfolded before her very eyes. 

Tatsmumaki didn't just eat. She made out with her meal, sucking each bite down as if pressed against supple lip. Her own stained pair smacked together loudly, audible from the other end of the room where Fubuki stood, seeping grease and spit back down her exposed front. Just one glance at said formidable front told a thousand words; taut, red, and severely bloated. It stuck outwards like a boulder in her lap, a protuberant force urged into the poor table before her, still in the nude. Tatsumaki rubbed it as far as her tubby fingers could reach, a glance of regret on her face. Pain turned into strain, one eye clenched shut as the other bulged. 

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT!!! 

"Ew. The fact I share a gene pool with her is almost worrying sometimes... but this does bring a positive!" Fubuki clapped her hands together, rushing back into the air. "This mean she cannot possible ruin my next save... surely. I doubt she can even waddle right now, let alone save someone." 

Soaring hot through the air like a comet, Fubuki rushed herself away from her sister fuelled by hopes and dreams. For once in her shallow life, things appeared to be going her way. All that remained now was for something to happen under her, requiring her to swoop in and save the day for everyone around to hail her as a saviour beyond words, much more so than her pathetic porky sister. 

"Help!! Th-There's a monster down here... and it's got my purse!!"  

And, soon enough, her prayers were answered. A womanly shriek echoed up to sensitive ears and spiralled Fubuki into action, descending from above like a superhero from a comic book. She even had the cheek to perform a hero landing as well, stopping just shy of the ugly beast before her. 

The truly abhorrent creature, a fish out of water in the most literal sense. Fubuki knew not what to make of it beyond a cod fish given arms and legs, until shaking that off to focus on other matters. 

"Are you safe, ma'am? Do you need medical assistance?" She asked the passerby, who shook her head. "Good. Then allow me to beat this monster up!" 

Her first instinct was to manipulate the weather using her powers. Using the dark clouds up above to her advantage, she brought the water closer down and fired them at the target; an obvious mistake with her opponent being a fish. Clearly, her head was still out of the game.  

"Idiot... fine, I'll just blow it up from the inside then. How creative." With a deadpan face, Fubuki wrapped her opponent in gren energy... 

Or, did she? The kind around the beast seemed different to hers, and it moved withotu her calling. Rather than imploding as intended, her for folded time and time again right before her stunned eyes until ending up a mangled, incapacitated mess. While Fubuki stood frozen, the safe citizen wrapped her in a tight hug. 

"Thank you, thank you! ...Wow, your tits are huge... how do I get these?!" She asked, essentially spending her time cupping and folding the massive jugs now.  

"A-Actually... huff... UUUUUUUUURPPP... I-I s-saved you... hmph!" 

Now it all clicked into place, but far too late for Fubuki to do much about it. To her utter dismal, her stretched sister disembarked from a nearby lamppost as if a fairy, if said fairy lacked the decency to wear proper clothing. Her red-hot stomach pressed into the lady's face soon enough, who gratefully smooched it. Tatsumaki, the ice-cold woman, even blushed and went back in for her own smooch, but the woman had already backed away. 

"W-Wow... the real Tatsumaki! You're my hero!! Please, sign my shirt!" She begged, met with a pained eye roll. Clearly, the petite shortstack's stomach had reached critical mass. 

"Hmph... o-only... because... y-you're a g-good... huff.. UUOORRRPP... k-kisser..."  

There, in her stunned state, Fubuki noticed something off about her sister. Perhaps the strain of eating so much weighing heavy on her mind, or perhaps just a trick of the light, but her powers appeared to be working slower. Bringing a pen close to the woman's tits to sign should've taken no more than a spit second for someone of her skill, but fumbling around with the pen lid, the placement, and her own belching all added up and left her time lacking. But, before Fubuki could question this, Tatsumaki had already flown into another back alley. 

You're my hero... 

You're my hero... 

You're my hero... 

"Ngh... damn it!" Fubuki gave chase once more, but this time proved to be a much shorter ordeal. 

For her sister resided within the closest possible one, poking and prodding at a stomach that demanded evermore. Every delicate nudge caused some sort of reaction, whether oral or anal in gaseous form, yet the girl of many specialties refused to stop. In anything, small releases appeared to spark a sort of joy in her, until pressing her entire stomach into a brick wall to truly deflate. Of course, she simply bounced right back up, causing a mighty blush. Fubuki observed from the sidelines, horrified. 

"Is she... into this? The greatest hero still working today... a fat fetishist? No, that can't be... but it does explain some things... why the sudden weight gain, why press her stomach into that woman's face, why do this now... oh my god..." 

Unable to bear the sight a moment longer, she dashed off. Glaring at her sister act on kinky desires made her nothing short of disgusted, eager to wash her eyes out with soapy water. 

You're my hero... 

"Why did she have to say that...? I was the one to show up first, and I had that in the bag until Tatsumaki showed up. She didn't' even seem to care about her sorry state, even smooching her gut... why didn't I get a kiss? Why am I never good enough...? Why does my sister insist on taking my opportunities away...?" 

WARNING! PLEASE EVACULATE THE AREA IMMEDIATELY! 

"Wh-What?! A warning, now?!" 

Just as Fubuki began to wallow in despair, a sudden blaring brought her back to her senses. Its intensity usually depicted how severe the danger was, and this kind brought genuine pain to her ears.  

DRAGON LEVEL THREAT IMMINENT! PLEASE LEAVE THE AREA FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY! 

Without hesitation, Fubuki snapped into battle mode. Forgetting about her own glory and want to surpass for the time being, desperate to save the lives of others around her if nothing else. Her first port of call was to scan the area for said threat, barely having to turn around to register the incomprehensible beast. 

A gigantic chocolate cake the size of multiple skyscrapers, wide as the entire national park. It miles in every direction, aimlessly wandering around with no eyes to guide it. With its every step, chunks of itself broke off and rained down over buildings and people alike, a bumbling buffoon of cosmic proportions. 

"Well, it's different to the usual hideous monster, at least... though, does it have to look so cartoony? Really, this makes my life look like something out of an anime..." Tutting, Fubuki flew closer to her opponent, apparently the first one on the scene. 

"I wish the Blizzard Bunch were here, but alas... if I can harass the weather with my hailstorm attack, it should theoretically break down its batter with every dosage of water. Before my sister shows, I must do what I can..." 

Holding back no longer, the heroine pressed her hands together. Opening them brought the clouds themselves to surround her within smoke, perfect cover to cast her attack. Turning defence into offence, she then sacrificed her hiding place for her tornado to eat it up in one swoop; swallowing up trapped water pellets at the same time. In just a matter of moments, her plan came into fruition.  

And, for the time being, it appeared to be working. The cake monster threw its stubby arms around attempting to fight back, instead pathetically flailing back and forth like a tantruming child. Its lack of defensive potency left it vulnerable to Fubuki's master plan, her tornado smashing headfirst into it. To her delight, bits and pieces of its mixture degraded within its vortex before raining down as harmless crumbs, all while the monster couldn't fight back. 

Damage kept to a minimum. 

A solo save for the entire city. 

And pride rushing through her chest. For once. Nothing could ruin her afternoon, ready to tear the freak down to its last icing droplet if it meant saving those in need. All she had to do now was sit back and wait for the shockingly stupid foe to fall to its knees and plead for life.  

Until, out of the blue, something else arrived. The earth itself appeared to shake and rotate around the busty sister. Even when flying, she felt its every crack. Onrushes of green energy poured around the city as one unified flash, wrapping around the monster after a few failed sloppy attempts. Then, the earth that moved at this thing's will rose up like a shark bite, snapping down on the gigantic foe in one fell swoop to cause a violent implosion from within, before settling down once more. Such a messy routine produced liquid cake rain all over the city, death and destruction rampent. 

But did anyone care? Not one bit. Everyone in the area chant the name of their saviour, the one to thank for getting them through another day. 

TAT-SU-MA-KI! 

TAT-SU-MA-KI! 

For the green glutton had arrived after all, just in time to steal her sister's thunder. She stuck around for a few seconds before dashing towards the remains of the monster who's inside coated entire neighbourhoods, unaware of the other around. 

Unaware that Fubuki flew nearby, trembling with rage. Without a word, she flew toward her sister with a demonic look in her eye, landing beside her with a bang; not that Tatsumaki paid this any mind beyond a small glance, occupied by a far more important action: dining on Cake Monster's remains. She threw her face into the chocolate mush without a care in the world, dirtying her entire front and going back in for another bite until Fubuki violently lashed out. 

SMACK! 

Kicking her round relative up the ass, a scream ripping through the air. And a belch, of course. 

BWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARRRPPP!! 

"Wh-What... uighg... what the heck do... d-d-do... yhou... OM... thhuuiink yhhhour... d-d-dhhoing...?!" She yelled at her possessed sister, before turning back to the cake. 

"Shut up. I should be the one asking you that. Why did you make that monster explode like this? It's messy, stupid, and dangerous! People might've gotten hurt!" Fubuki argued back, furiously tapping her feet in wait of a reply while Tatsumaki downed her mouthful. 

"Oh, please! I made sure to cloak the entire area in a shield before this, so... huff... nobody got hurt! And now, thanks to my genius, I get to enjoy a free feast! Yet, you dare to question my methods, little sister?" 

"But that's not the point! The fact you went through all that trouble to ruin my plan just so you could stuff you fat face is ridiculous, Tatsumaki! Do you not realise how far you've fallen recently?!" 

Tatsumaki smirked back at the girl with steam coming out of her ears. "Oh, so that is what this about. You're just mad that I beat you to the punch again, are you not? Well, perhaps you should've been quicker to respond- MMGHHG?!?" 

Taken off guard like a rookie, Tatsumaki fell onto her back with her sister the cause. Fubuki pinned her in place by pressing one heel into a bloated stomach sack, grunt and groans the result of her cruel methods. With her free hands, she duel wielded cake slop with a sick anger on her face. For once in her life, Tatsumaki felt true fea at the mercy of another. 

"G-Get... UUOOOOOOOOOOOOORPP... g-get offa... mhee...!!" The petite heroine pled, sticking her arms up to no avail. 

"What's the matter? You powers aren't working? Figured as much. I noticed before that your powers were dimming to coincide with how stuffed you were, and you just used up a bunch of your energy pointlessly on that monster... so, you're helpless..." 

Bringing her hands down, Fubuki smashed the cake between quivering lips, then repeated it again, again. By the forth feeding, Tatsumaki couldn't even swallow before another dosage came through like a barrage to her throat. Her pleas drowning under cake batter, the fatass could only flail around like a kid and sob for forgiveness. 

"I got there first, and you know it! But no, you just had to cancel out my attack, and for what? So you could stuff your fat face? Well, here you go! I'll even feed you so your bingo wings don't have to move! Happy? Are you happy now?! Is this what you hoped for when you stole my thunder again?!" Fubuki ranted, uncaring for the genuine tears flowing down her sister's face. 

With every swallow, Tatsu's stomach expanded outwards much like a balloon strapped to a hose. Taut turned turgid rapidly, its redness darkening into a deep crimson as she begged for things to come to an end. Trapped on her back with no way to stand, the beached whale's belly pointed to the sky as it grew bulkier, surrounding Fubuki's sharp heel. 

"And it's far from just this. I saved that girl, and that cat! For weeks now, you've done nothing but hang around me in the shadows, stealing my saves, just to claim all the credit! Since when do you care about that?! Was it when you lost yourself to lard, you fat fucking hog?! Not that anyone cares about that, apparently! Not that girl from before, not anyone here... they've all gone mad! They worship you as some goddess while, in reality, you're nothing but a beached whale!!" 

"NnghghHUhhhhhhhhhhhhUUUUUUGHhhg... HHUUUUUUUUUUUUGNNHHG!!!" 

"Shut it! You don't get to speak! All you've done for weeks is torment me, and this is your reward for that! You get all the cake you ever wanted! Go on, eat you cake and enjoy it, pig!" 

Fubuki knew this to be cruel. To have her sister whimper and sob beneath her heel wasn't a nice feeling, but one to be expected when her boiling pot of emotions bubbled over. Having reached her breaking point, there stood no time to mope around feeling bad for inflicting the pain back at the one tormenting her for so long; even as Tatsumaki's stomach rose like dough in an oven with her every pained scoff, no matter how tight her chest became, nothing was about to slow down her just desserts. 

"Go on, fatass! I'm suuuuuuuuuuuure you can make room for more cake! Since you want to force your way into my life, how about I force cake into you until you finally leave me alone? Does that sound fun, huh? Would you enjoy bursting under your own filthy gluttony? I'm sure you would, little miss fetishist!" 

"Nhhgour.... NHOUUUUU... m-m-m.... mmhouOURE...!!!" 

Purple gut raised high as Fubuki herself. 

Bulging at all sides, clothes long since torn to shreds, 

Barely clinging to consciousness at her sister's will, who continued to stare with pure hatred in her eyes. 

Was this just desserts, or cake on her own face? Fubuki knew not and cared not. She launched slice after slice down her sister's gullet, raving like a lunatic the entire time. To her, a punishment well earnt – glutting the girl who could never get enough.