Luan's House [Mini-Fic]
#14 of Scraps
This here's the last mini-fic of the month, commissioned by Brandygang.
This month's mini-fics have been... Not so mini! With so many of them running long, as a result of my writing habits, this one was requested to be short and sweet - keeping as close to the 1000 word minimum as possible. I've always seen myself as being pretty bad at short-form writing or captions - so this was a fun exercise for me.
Based on the Loud House, one of the sisters has let herself go - and when another member of the family is offput, she seeks to change her mind.
Buuuurrrrraaaap!
"Ugh - c'mon, sis, that's just gross."
Luna and Luan Loud were sharing a couch together - although, the latter seemed to be taking up more than her share. A result of a particularly... Indulgent diet she'd gone upon lately, the bucktoothed Loud sister had grown bloated - to the chagrin of her siblings. It didn't seem as though she hadn't noticed their reticence - but she didn't seem to care.
Luan patted her belly and flashed a mischievous grin toward her sister. "It's not! It's just natural." she defends.
Rolling her eyes, Luna inches away; bumping up against the arm of the couch. "I don't get why you wanted to fatten yourself up."
"Because it huuurp feels good! I mean, check this out!" Grabbing the bottom of her shirt - which already rode up a little on her belly - she yanks it upward; allowing the flabby form of her stomach to flop out over her lap. She soon hefts it up; and after scooting closer to Luna - she drops her weight onto her sister's lap.
"Wha- hey! C'mon, knock it off!" Luna reached down, trying to shove her sister away - but her hands merely dimple into the flab of her sister's chest.
The bucktoothed Loud sister giggles; evidently tickled by the contact. "Ahaha! No, you knock it off, you're makin' me-" Her stomach growls, and her expression quickly changes - her eyes widen a little, and her cheeks puff out; followed by a bassy burrAAAaap vented directly toward Luna's face.
The older sister's hair is blown back - and she seems stunned by the sudden blech. Paralyzed, her hands remain immersed in her sister's flab; her grip softening as she seems to sink into her seat.
"See! It feels nice when ya really get a feel for it, right?" Luan pushes further immersing more of her sister under her bulk.
Her eyes half-lidded, her entranced sister mumbles "Yeah... Nice..."
"It's _especially_nice when you can doooo... This!" Luan adjusts herself in her seat; reeling back - then forcefully gut-checking Luna. She recoils from the blow, seeming to lurch back, but as she recovers - her body seems to ricochet backward; slamming her own stomach against Luan's. Taken aback, Luan places her hands on her hips. "Ha! I didn't feel a thing, there. You're gonna need a bit more bulk to come back at me like that."
The still-reeling Luna murmurs. "More...?" Her hands sink lower, falling off of her sister's stomach, and rubbing her own. Beneath her fingers, the flesh seems to swell, and a dopey, dreamy expression seems to spread across her face. "More..."
Puffing out her flabby chest, Luan gives an affirming "Yep! More like me!"
Luna nods in affirmation - feeling her clothes start to tighten around her body - the first thing she feels is her shirt riding up; and her pants pinching against her thighs. She seems to slump over in her seat, lost in her trance - until her sister grabs a hold of her hair.
"Y'think it feels good now - try this on for size!" she calls impishly, pulling her sister's face down into her stomach. Luna's body seems to stiffen a little, then relax as she's smothered in her sister's flabby gut. While not as offensive as her gas - Luna could smell the sweat upon Luan's skin; and from deep within the recesses of her hefty form, she can hear a low, rhythmic gurgling. It reverberates around her head - white noise underscoring her sister's words - More, more... More like me.
Luna reaches up and wraps her arms around Luan's midsection - unable to get entirely around it, but securing herself as she remains buried in her stomach. Almost on contact; her arms begin to bulk up - slim limbs swelling out from the upper arm downward; until even her fingers have developed a bit more meat on them. Luan, above her, continues to giggle until she hears a harsh _rrrrrip_pierce the air of the living room - looking down at her smothered sister, she can see her shirt tearing away at the seams.
"Geez, sis, you should watch out for that kinda stuff - you're lucky your loving sister's got some plus-sized extras." she taunts. "And I was thinkin' ya need a new style anyway! Starting with..." She reaches down to her sister's hair, pulling it upward and bunching it up into a neat ponytail - just like hers. "This! What do you think?" Looking down - she finds her sister... Exactly where she left her; buried in her gut. "Oh, yeah."
Grabbing her by the ponytail, she pulls Luan up and out; a dreamy look still on her face - why by now had grown bright red... And a little rounder, on account of all the weight she was piling on. The dopey smile on her face was different too - her prior clean bill of dental health having been paved over by Luan's bucked teeth.
"Oh gosh!" Luan gasps, looking down - observing the flab spilling from the tatters of her sister's clothes. "Looks like you're a good listener - when I said to be more like me, you got..."
"More like me!" Lu...an parrots, leaning back into her twin sister's gut and giving it a bucktoothed smooch. The two giggle, and the former Luna sits up; smooshing her plump belly against her sister's. "You really know what you're talkin' about, sis, this feels-" Her stomach growls, and her expression quickly changes - her eyes widen a little, and her cheeks puff out; followed by a bassy burrAAAaap vented directly toward Luan's face.
Momentarily staggered, Luan bursts into laughter, patting her sister's belly and causing a jiggling ripple to spread across it. "Nice one, sis!"
"Ugh," a groan came from a nearby doorway. "can you cut that out? That's just gross." The two Luans turn their attention to the source of the voice - spying Leni passing through; her attention on her phone.
The twins look at each other - and an impish grin spreads across both their faces.
"Nuh-uh! It's natural." one begins; prompting the other to muse...
"Why don'tcha feel for yourself?"