In the Fullness of Time 4 - 09

The density of Sakuya’s compressed time enveloped Meiling’s body.

It glistened at first, an oily sheen which gradually coated her arms and legs in a gentle warmth she could not quite place. Years of exercise were rapidly displaced by equal amounts of time spent eating and lounging; things which Meiling already did in spades. This time however, Sakuya ensured that she could not beat the allegations with any simple lifting of her shirt as all hints of her once toned figure was quickly swallowed by new rolls of fat.

Unused to her new center of gravity, it was all Meiling could do to control her fall but to slip backwards onto her enormous, cushiony rump with a satisfying slam; a sound which Sakuya had savored time and time again.