Kale's New Meal Plan (Patreon)

-- An Unsure Plan ---

“Come on, Kale! Move those chompers!” Caulifla stood over her friend, trying in her usual and inimitable way to motivate her. Kale was huddled over a large bowl of stew. The bowl was easily as big as a cast iron pot, the kind of thing that you might serve an entire family out of. In her trembling, tan hand she held a comically large spoon. Over and over again the spoon dipped into the pot and drew forth the hearty mixture of meat, vegetables, and other sundry elements. Kale struggled to put the spoon to her lips, slurping at the meal like it was poison. While the meal smelled and was delicious, the tan woman had been hunched over it for the better part of an hour with Caulifla barking orders at her the entire time. “Kale! You call that eating? Food in stomach! Do not just sip!” Caulifla worked her motivation the only way she knew how: with brutal instruction and drill instructor-like intensity. The shorter woman was prepared to “motivate” her best friend until the sun sank and the moon rose above them. However, as usual, Kale’s body and soul quit long before Caulifla.

“I. . .ooohhh. . .Cauliflaaaa. . .hrruuuk!” Kale’s cheeks puffed up as she tried to force the stew back down. It was her last act. The poor Saiyan slumped and fell backwards off of the bench she had been sitting on. She lay on the grass, looking up into the evening sky. It had been a day of eating. Rather, yet another day of eating. For the better part of two weeks Caulifla had been stuffing Kale mercilessly. Stacks of pancakes in the morning, burgers at lunch, and hearty soups and stews for dinner. All of that came with many, many snacks in between. Kale had been pummeled with food for training, instead of the usual fists and elbows. It was hard to say at this stage she preferred. “I’m so sorry, Caulifla. I wanna eat. . .UUURRRPPP. . .more but I can’t!” Kale whined in typical fashion. To match her crying, she patted her stuffed stomach. Packed as tight as a drum, it pushed her belt to the absolute limits.

“Ah, Kale.” Caulifla said, sitting down beside her best friend. “It’s ok, we just need to keep going if we want to make more progress.” She rubbed Kale’s stomach, trying to ease the painful soreness. Even through the dusky coloration of her skin, Caulifla could see the redness that came with being stuffed. It was becoming a permanent fixture of Kale’s body. In addition, certain other traits were also becoming permanent. While she could not eat around the clock as Caulifla wished, Kale was certainly absorbing what was put into her. All over she was rounder and puffier. Her skirt was having trouble containing her chunky legs and she had all but abandoned the short sleeves that were on her usual top because of how fat her arms had been getting. Even Caulifla had to admit that Kale was putting on weight quickly, going from a scrawny 120 pounds to 280 within the span of a few weeks. Granted, she was putting that mass on in a way that was not intended, though Caulifla was ignorant of that fact. “You aren’t ever going to catch Goku and his physique if you don’t eat!”

“But Caulifla, I don’t think I’m supposed to just. . .” Kale, feeling better as Caulifla rubbed her stomach, turned and spoke to her friend and mentor. Her round face, sporting a little double chin if she looked at just the right angle, was fixed in a typically concerned face. “. . .don’t you have to train too, I mean?” She tried to formulate her thoughts past the impending food coma and sore stomach. She had been eating and eating, but had not been doing any of her usual training. At most, she would slowly waddle around their training compound in an effort to speed up digestion. Otherwise, she was sitting on her padded rear trying to scarf down more food or sleeping off her latest stuffing. It might not have been so bad, save for the almost psychotic way that Caulifla went about the training. Kale waited for Caulifla to respond. She expected a typically harsh response. In defense, Kale grasped the lip of her skirt, feeling her underbelly riding against her thumbs. She made a sort of puppy dog sad face, expecting a harsh rebuke.

“Good grief, Kale.” Caulifla said, patting her stomach. “It’s a good thing you work so hard, considering how much I have to explain this plan.” Caulifla drew her finger across Kale’s belly as she spoke, matching her words to finger movements. “First we just have to get the calories in you. Then we trigger your super saiyan form. There’s so much power in your body that you will instantly convert any extra mass to muscle.” The smaller woman tapped her finger for each point, making Kale’s tight belly bounce and jiggle. Kale almost didn’t mind the feeling of being stuffed in these small moments. Her belly moved slowly under Caulifla’s fingers, warping around the finger like a balloon would. “It should be simple. Then we can finally surpass him.” Caulifla spoke as softly as she was able. While there was always an edge to her voice, Kale could more easily hear the tenderness underneath. The multiverse was a harsh place, Caulifla was the kind of person who wanted to be strong in order to meet those challenges. Further, she wanted to make sure everyone around her was as strong as possible in order to survive. “Understand?”

In truth, Kale did not. It, along with every other training exercise that they went through seemed to exist only to torture her. Ignoring what happened if she was ever pushed to the brink, Kale was a meek girl who only wanted to please the people around her. “Of course. Thanks for explaining it again, Caulifla.” she spoke timidly. She inched her chubby body closer to Caulifla, her larger rump bouncing off of the ground as she worked her body. She wobbled for a moment as she settled back in. “It’s just hard.” She sighed, looking away from Caulifla’s eyes. “We usually train together. It’s hard doing this alone.” She looked even more like a wilting flower as she lay on the ground, tugging her skirt as much over her belly as she could manage.

Caulifla sighed. She had come up with a million excuses for why she couldn’t do the “bodybuilding” training. Ultimately, it was because she wasn’t quite sure of her plan. It was easy for her to drag Kale into things and use her as the guinea pig, but that didn’t exactly make it right. Guilt welled up in her heart as she looked down at her best friend. She grit her teeth and clenched her free hand into a fist in an effort to work up the strength to take the inevitable plunge. “You’re right. Maybe it’s time I take a more active role in showing you how to bodybuild.” Caulifla relaxed, knowing the hardest part had passed. Kale brightened immediately.

“Really! That would be amazing!” She clasped her hands to her inflated breasts. “Oh Caulifla, this will be great!”

“Sure, sure. But this doesn’t mean you get to slack off!” The pointy haired woman slapped her fat friend’s belly lightly to make her point. “You are still the one we are most concerned about!”

“Yes Caulifla!” Kale said, nodding intently. She felt a little better about things knowing that her best friend would be there alongside her.

--- Rewards For Good Eating ---

“Kaaalllleeee! You done yet?” Caulifla said, walking through their house. In either arms she held huge platters of food. While not heavy, Caulifla focused her attention on the platters in order to distract her mind. She had yet to get used to the jiggling of her own body. A doughy, round stomach jutted out before her. It was still relatively small, especially considering she had been trying to stuff herself silly for a couple months on end, but its presence was felt. Flopping over her purple pants, Caulfila’s belly was perfectly round. It clashed oddly with her still toned and muscular body. One could even still see the v-taper of muscle underneath. To Caulifla it was like her entire life’s worth of training and progress was being buried under soft, white fat. Further, her once puffy yet loose pants were no longer quite so loose. The puff in them seemed to come more from the size of her thighs, rather than the make of the material. In a rather annoying fashion, her thighs had gotten big enough that her thighs now rubbed together. All the way to Kale she heard the telltale “zip-zop” of rubbing fabric. “Better be, because I’m not eating all of this by myself!” Caulifla called, masking certain insecurities with boisterousness.

“Uh. . .just. . .UUURRRPPP. . .finished.” Kale said from the other room. It was a lie, but one told to make herself look worse. In truth, she had been finished minutes ago but was afraid that would make Caulifla hurriedly stuff more food in her. Kale preferred to eat consistently, rather than gorge quickly. She had chowed her way through a herd’s worth of fried pork and a field of fried rice. The timid Saiyan, having pushed through her plateau with the help of her friend, had found herself rather liberated in appetite. Kale seemed to have no true end to her gluttony. No point of bottoming out or becoming stuffed, just eating until Caulifla finally got too tired of cooking. Kale could sit on her plush chair, enjoying meal after meal while talking with her friend. Granted, they had to talk about Saiyan things like fighting, training, conquests, and endless delusions of grandeur but Kale could tolerate it if it meant being close to Caulifla. Really, Kale could not remember a time when she had been happier. Her life had improved dramatically since Caulifla changed her coaching playbook. In addition to her life circumstances changing dramatically, Kale’s body had also changed.

Big, puffy piles of fat now surrounded Kale’s meager form. Once skinny and even seemingly malnourished, Kale was now utterly round. Hips smashed and wobbled against the armrests of her chair, a large leather armchair. Her lower half had gotten so huge and chunky that it was getting hard for her to sit properly. Her butt rolled up the back of the chair, so she was forced to sit several inches forward on the flattened cushion. Her thighs further strained the chair by flowing up and over the arm rests. Kale’s body waged a war against the chair, a war that would eventually see the chair smashed to pieces. Adding to the chair’s untimely demise was her stomach. A full, floppy wreckingball of tanned fat, Kale’s tummy had enough mass to even force her legs apart in order to droop down. In the rare moments that Kale spent standing, her belly lapped at her thighs. To top everything off, she sported a pair of breasts that seemed to always be in the way. Flopping and bouncing, Kale had to constantly adjust them lest they prevent her from reaching more food or bringing it to her mouth. Thoroughly doused with calories, the chubby woman had graduated into the upper echelons of fatness. Yet, she knew that more was going to be asked of her.

“Atta girl!” Caulifla cheered when she entered the room and saw the plates and bowls from earlier completely empty. Kale beamed, even tilting her head to the side with glee. It felt good to be rewarded with praise. She simply had to keep on eating. Caulifla set the platters down on a high set table in front of Kale. “Not getting full are you?” She pinched one of Kale’s chipmunk cheeks and jiggled it a little.

Kale thought for a moment. She was not scheming by nature, but an idea popped in her head all the same. “Well. . .maybe just a little.” She reached her chubby arms past her voluminous breasts and grasped her upper stomach fold. Her fat biceps helped to push her breasts up even more, letting them brush against her second chin. Meanwhile, her plump fingers pulled a stomach fold like it was taffy. “Would you mind giving me a little belly rub?” Kale asked, her eyes big and pleading

“Kaaaallleee.” Caulifla rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She looked away, trying not to notice her huge, adorable friend. A simple glance backward spelled the end of her resistance. She walked over, quietly pushing the table of food over to the side of Kale’s chair. She then knelt down, sitting at the foot of the large Saiyan woman. Caulifla looked all the chubbier sitting down, a little pebble of fat compared to Kale’s decidedly boulder-round figure. “Fine. But this is only so that you can eat more food.” Caulfila sighed, the lie spilling out only so that she had plausible deniability of Cabba or some other Saiyan fighter stumbled into the room. She put her hands to Kale’s large belly, kneading it with both hands.

Kale rumbled in pleasure, a rare smile spreading across her face. “Th-thank you, Caulifla!” She cried, eyes brimming with friendship and love. It was so rare for her to receive the kind of treatment she truly desired. Years of over exertion and harsh training slipped off of her as Caulifla rubbed and squeezed her lower belly folds. Kale’s gut fell like a waterfall between her spread legs, lapping at her calves. Caulifla worked her hands deep into Kale’s blubber, twisting and turning her fingers to reach every free spot. Fanning her arms out, she slid along the rim of Kale’s lowest belly fold. It was amazing how soft and delicate Caulifla’s touch could be, it was a rare moment when Kale was reminded that her training partner and best friend was also a woman. While Kale’s personality had always been doughy and soft, now matching her body, Caulifla was all points and edges. Tough as nails, she had done her best to whip Kale into some sort of shape. Yet, now in the feedee living room, her progress was being undone with every slow, circular rub. Caulifla lifted and dropped Kale’s belly, letting it bounce and wobble freely before scooping it up. Kale again had to bite her lip, not wanting even a squeak of pleasure to escape her lips. She could enjoy this silently. Yet, her legs ended up betraying her; thumping up and down excitedly.

“Don’t make too much out of this, Kale.” Caulifla warned, though it was a toothless threat. She was going to continue with the massage no matter what. It was oddly comforting to see Kale like this, relaxed and even happy. Caulifla’s hands continued to steal up the sides of Kale’s gut, slowly working up to meet in the middle just under her inflated breasts. The smaller woman kneaded the mass of fat in front of her. “You are soft though.” The words slipped out as she massaged Kale’s upper belly. Her thumbs pushed against Kale’s cantaloupe sized breasts, stomach folding like dough in a bag. “Just think about how much muscle it will turn into!” Caulifla tried to quickly cover her outburst. Her hands moved faster for a second, afraid that she was going to get called on her decidedly un-Saiyan thoughts. To further distract Kale, she gave her belly thick, meaty slaps. Fat rippled outward, shaking first Kale’s beanbag belly and then the rest of her roly-poly form. Kale’s tightly held lips twisted and contorted in an effort to hold her smile back. “You had better not be enjoying this too much. It’s training, Kale.” Caulifla, further obfuscating her own feelings, said. She worked her chubby body up into a sort of crouch, a knee on the floor to help brace her wobbly form. Her gut pushed against Kale’s.

“No! Not at all, Caulifla.” Kale pushed her fingers together in embarrassment. Her floppy biceps rushed against her breasts, rubbing the large melons back and forth across her chest. “This is only for training.” She tried to look as stern as she possibly could, but her general softness made her look even less so than usual. She could see that Caulifla did not believe her. To regain at least a little credibility, Kale reached over and hefted one of the large pots of noodles to her mouth. She feasted on the pork bowl, letting some of the juices run down her face. She couldn’t keep the pace up forever, but she could at least stuff herself until Caulifla was satisfied. However, she could feel Caulifla lingering. The shorter, relatively slimmer woman continued to rest belly to belly. As befitting the two’s partnership, Caulifla’s belly made for the perfect thing to fit between Kale’s own twin stomach rolls. The chubby little belly seemed to rest happily, hugged by its tanned cousins. A blush crept over Kale, she was glad that the bowl blocked her face.

Caulifla waited, her belly rising and falling with Kale’s eating and breathing. She knew that Kale would crack and reveal that she was taking pleasure in the feeding, fattening, and belly rubs; pleasure that was outside of the scope of normal training to become better. Yet, Kale kept eating. Her chubby face jiggled, chins bobbing beneath the lip of the bowl. “Be honest, Kale!” Caulifla pressed a little harder, leaning her belly and arms onto Kale. “You just want me to feed and rub you all day, don’t you!” She was trained to sniff out any weakness in the other woman, to prevent her from falling victim to her weak nature. While the situation demanded her to do something she wouldn’t normally do, she would be damned before letting Kale get some sort of perverse glee out of the situation. Their warm, soft bellies bounced in unison, rubbing and rolling together. Caulifla put her hands to the sides of Kale’s belly, further fluffing it. She would get the girl to break and reveal her inner thoughts, no matter what.

“Nuh-no! Not at all, Caulifla.” Kale said bashfully, her voice echoing slightly thanks to the bowl. She was quickly running out of noodles. She’d have to put down the bowl soon. Caulifla would see her faking and then would kick her back to normal, harsher methods. To make the situation worse, the shorter woman was much too good at her tactics. Kale’s sea of belly fat rolled and bounced against the pale iceberg that was Caulifla’s stomach. Hearts and rosy bloom filled Kale’s vision and she felt a heat grow within her. Her heart thumped with enough strength to make her breasts bounce. Finally, she could stand the pressure no longer and put the bowl down. She found Caulifla looking at her, blush touching her cheeks.

“Well. . .I might like it.”

--- Fat and Happy ---

One fine and sunny afternoon, a particularly heavy and round Caulifla lugged a hose over her shoulder. It was no ordinary hose, however. Thrice as thick and heavy as a normal firehose, the massive thing drug behind the rotund woman like an engorged python. In a way, the hose suited Caulifla. The small woman was no longer small and trim. Her purple pants were stretched to their absolute breaking point, filled with her chubby leg fat. The tops of Caulifla’s asscheeks even bubbled out and over the back of her pants, exposing soft folds no non-Saiyan man would be brave enough to try and grab. Further, Caulifla had a great, sloping gut that rolled down to her mid-thighs. Her stomach was so large that she could grab with two hands at its uppermost peak and lift and it would still be lapping at her thighs. However, not everything had grown for the poor Saiyan. She continued to lack breasts, working her tiny titties for all they were worth. Six to seven hundred pounds of fat had only seen them grow to the size of most normal women. Yet, Caulifla did not mind so much. She told herself that it maintained her fighting appearance. Coping aside, Caulifla was quite happy with her rounder, fatter life. Especially because she got to spend it all taking care of Kale.

“Ok big stuff. Whose ready for a drink?” Caulifla asked, looking up at her massive friend.

“Me! Me!” Kale said happily, her nearly useless arms flapping. Only her legendary Saiyan strength made them usable. Her smile was wide and pushed her chins further on top of one another. The pile of facial rolls pressed and squished each other, the cascade terminating in a singular neck roll so thick and fat that it could have been used as a life preserver. Kale was massive. Too big for a conventional house, the Saiyan blob rested outdoors. She was warmed by the sun, cooled by the moon, and fed around the clock. She had reached a terminal sort of fatness. The perfect balance between calories and body mass kept her growth in check, though Caulifla was trying to find a way to break the plateau. The smaller woman wanted Kale to grow endlessly. Kale, meanwhile, was simply happy to enjoy being fed and her friend. “What flavor is it today, Caulifla?” The blobby woman asked. She could see her rolls and fat spilling down her body, a rolling sea of tan fat, but was starting to lose Caulifla as she approached. Only the pointy tips of her chubby friend’s hair could be seen, along with the long stretch of hose.

“Uuuhh. . .chocolate?” Caulifla said, trying to recall what she had packed the Capsule Corp feeding machine full of. Part of her really wanted to turn the hose on to see. She was held in check by the knowledge of the kind of fattening power the hose could pump out. One blob was enough. . .at least for the time being. Caulifla looked up at her mountainous training partner, wondering how she managed to hear her through the wall of fat. “Yeah, I think chocolate.” Caulifla said, knowing Kale had no preference besides not being hungry.

“Oh yay, that sounds wonderful.” Kale said, trying to shift her humongous chin and facial rolls so she could see Caulifla. The rolling hills of her chin landed on her upper chest where the landscape quickly divided into two tremendously proportioned breasts which in turn fell in opposite directions, landing upon Kale’s continental belly. “I’m sorry if I don’t finish it. I promise I will try my best, Caulifla. Just be patient, please.” Kale couldn’t help but mewl a little, her instincts always pushing her to apologize and grovel. Her mouth hung open a little, plump lips ready to put forth any other apologies she might have forgotten to make. Kale now had a body that matched her soft and doughy personality.

“Kale, when was. . .UUGH. . .the last time you couldn’t finish something.” Caulifla started scaling the tan belly before her. Kale was more than house sized, easily reducing Caulifla to almost an insectoid level by comparison. “Also, why are you apologizing at all? Just. . .yeesh. . .be happy!” Caulfila tugged the hose, trying to hoist it up and over a particularly stubborn belly roll. Making things more difficult was Kale’s movements. Large waves of lard moved under Caulifla as the immense woman she was standing on shuddered. Caulifla hoped she wasn’t crying again. Kale was always seconds away from water works, despite being the most cared after being in the multiverse. Though, after a moments reflection, Caulifla felt a twinge of guilt pass over her. She was partially to blame for Kale’s lack of spirit. Long decades of Saiyan “training” and culture had reduced the caring woman to a weak mess. However, Caulifla could take solace in the fact that the current lifestyles they enjoyed were healing Kale’s wounded spirit.

Caulifla continued lugging the hose, slowly passing through the forest of stomach rolls and reaching the path that led to the summit. A trek between Kale’s hefty tits was all that stood between her and a little rest. The short, chubby Saiyan worked her way up between the large mounds of breast fat. Caulifla took a strange amount of pride in Kale’s body, knowing that she had been the driving force for it. She couldn't help but pat one of the huge icebergs, her hand sinking past the wrist in the fat. A small giggle came from up above. Caulifla continued on, finally reaching Kale’s fat face. “Okay, Softie, how about a  drink?” she asked, cocking a hip and smiling.

Kale’s eyes were misty with excess emotion. She was so happy. She stared up at her friend. From where her head was, Caulfila looked like a round giant despite the fact that she was standing on Kale. All around her, Kale could feel the ambient jiggles and ripples of her fat. She was cocooned in her own blubber, snugly situated in a fortress of fat. It felt wonderful, like she was being hugged all the time; doubly so in the rare moments when Caulifla would show physical affection. “Yes!” Kale said happy as a lark. The wind took her hair, untucking her ponytail from the shoulder roll that it had been stuck in. Feeling the warm wind, Kale imagined rose petals floating by her face. She liked being able to have her moments of fantasy now. Fed and fattened, she was free to be herself. She dutifully opened her mouth, eyes closing and pushing happy little tears out. She even made a little “aaaah” sound. Caulifla smiled, happy that her friend had been finding more and more peace. She lowered the hose, putting its nozzle into Kale’s mouth. Moments later, ice cream poured and gushed into her chubby mouth. Kale opened her eyes, humming and rocking her head. “Sha-shanks, Cauwifa.” She said through her feeding hose, cheeks puffed up to the size of watermelons. “Wuf, you.”

“You too, softie.” Caulifla said in response, sitting down on Kale’s shoulder. She rubbed her friend's head, staring down at her blobbish body.