>Times were tough on Domineet. Ever since losing her ship, her bots, and every last trace of her dignity..she ended up *gaining* quite a lot in the end: Specifically though,that of a tremendous amount of weight. From her double wide, buxom mintgreen bubble buttocks, to those choice lovehandles and rounded-out beerbelly that oft leave her recoiling from the way sweat simply seems to waterfall down her pear-shaped physique; She had the shape of a fertility idol at this point. With all their vigor sapped , she multiple days spent wallowing about in bed, snacking on junkfood and spending long hours at her nearly-defunct laptop. Countless empty ice-cream tubs stacked *high*  around her disheveled  abode being clear evidence of what brought on this change. The once-tyrant of the galaxy reduced  to this tubby, fat-assed connoisseur of all dairy treats and confections, with multiple candy wrappers and Popsicle sticks scattered about the floor. . All of her anguish and ire taken out in the form of stress-eating which simply never stopped.
>With all of her old outfits and armor unable to fit her, and even ending up getting pawned off in the end  , the only items Domineet was left to cover herself with, was that of a large , thankfully-XXL sized black hoodie and a pair of stretchy sweatpants. Despite the fact the sight of herself in the mirror leaves Domineet wincing,  her hoodie and attire would be one she would leave on quite a lot, too lazy and too brasic to afford anything else, even going so far as to sleep with it and wear the unwashed thing out in public (for those rare occasions which leave her stocking up on desserts) . It is during one of these excursions, straddling her heavy set figure through the grocery isle and turning heads with her figure and scent, that she would experience true hell.
 
 
 
>Sighing and panting her way, she idly heaves her bloated figure along, averting her eyes towards any that have to sttr-eetch their way to get around her broodmare hips, while also adding anything sweet and sugary that happens to catch her eye. As countless containers of cookies, chips, and all manner of snack-cakes topple into her cart, Domineet's ass ends up being shifted a bit too far to the side during her bingeing...
>Thanks to the immense amount of padding her diet and demeanor has left her, when one of her beachball-wide buttocks glides against the row of utensils, she barely even notices as a string connected to her pants is snugged upon it. The same weary , hungry look on her face continues, even as her ass shifts forward and pulls more of it out, blissfully unaware to the fact the seam to her sweatpants was being undone with every lethargic waddle.
>When she finally reaches the end of the aisle however, Domineet feels a tug, perking up as she looks over her shoulder. What can only be described as " Ghk-..." immediately spits its way out from Domineet's mouth, when two things make themselves known to her:
>1)The near-spandex like string holding together her sweatpants was now spanning
>2)An individual , a certain small, emerald-hat clad , orange individual , was now poking said string .
>"Uh, Miss? Heh, I think this is yours, "
>Sheer, freezing terror raced its way through Domineet's veins as her eyes adjusted to the sight of Wander. A matter of fight or flight was decided in seconds as every nerve in her body beckoned her to flee, her body proving a bit hard to motivate as she clumsily surges forward. "nonononoNOo" is all that slips from her mouth as she attempts to escape from the one who brought her down so low. She only makes it about 5 feet however, before her pants finally come undone.
>"O...Oh my stars"
 
>Dropping to the floor in a sweaty heap, the removal of her garments leaves Domineet utterly frozen. Struck with disbelief as this familiar expanse of warm, wet, mint-green assblubber now jiggles freely in the air. Time feeling as though it were slowing down as every single square inch of her adipose-enriched posterior is revealed in full view, eyes tearing up at sight of the perpetual river of sweat which pours down her crack, now with nothing whatsoever to conceal her inherent depravity. Even with Dominator's altered physique, mindset, and livelihood, she still had an absurd amount of body language, with every rapid inhale and gasp warranting a shake of those juicy cheeks in such a hypnotic way, silky smooth thickness shaking and now gleaming beneath the store lights overhead. Wander's mind temporarily breaks+blanks as he stares at the dead center of his old friend's rear, struggling to process what exactly is happening and with such a look of utter confusion and stupor present upon his face, especially when watching Domineet start to shift and bend over in hopes of reclaiming her clothes. Long strands of sweat cling to each of her formidable buttocks, knocking the breath out of her stunned audience when he gets a look at her aroused, puffy nethers and dilating ring . Each so prominent in their girth, and with an absurd amount of her own juices clinging to her taint.
>Domineet started to sniffle.
>"A-Ah no no ! None of that now, uh.." Wander was walking forward with one arm outstretched and the other now obscuring his eyes at this point
>"DON'T erm, worry, juust give me a second, *CRASH* , got just the thing in my --OOF-- hat"  , muttering so as he stumbles into both the sides of the aisle in a 3-stooges manner, while Domineet can only pout at these foolish antics, trying fruitlessly to cover up her front with her hands (even knowing he got a full view of her snatch, evident from the deep, beet-red blush at her chubby cheeks)
 
 
>"Let's see here .. ah no...no....AH, here we are!"  he exclaims, having shifted his palm through his hat for a bit before securing the perfect remedy to the situation; a pair of XXL sized jeans
>Domineet pauses, biting her cheek and struggling from within as she struggles to decide..Having spent plenty of time into loathing him, yet now, with no other choice..she ends up giving in and sighing as she yanks it away. "Don't think this means anything..hff"  she pants,huffing and hoisting them up her figure and past her insurmountable crack with a few heaving tugs.His smile continues to widen (even with eyes still covered up) while she gets herself nice and cozy, still commando but, its not like that's stopped her before. Once she finally gets her bearings right, a simple clear of her throat instructs him the coast is clear. With arms crossed and expression a look of discontent, Domineet begrudgingly  offers a quick "Yeah...thanks whatever " before shuffling forward, ignoring Wander even as he drones on about potential events and activities and parties they could go to in the future, the extent of it falling on deaf ears as she adamantly races away.
>Just when hope seems lost and he's about to give up though,turning away and feeling a bit hollow, Domineet calls out loud enough for him to her "Hey , Wander"
>"Oh, yea-aAGHG!?!"
>Once again, his face distorts and contorts for the second time in a row this day, watching Domineet now knowingly and actively moon him with that couch-crushing ass. Her fingers snug deep at the waistline and with look of fiendish intent visible upon her face, her cheeks are given quite a shake once she applies a quick slap to the side. This intentionally act of debauchery playing out just like Domineet had hoped, knocking Wander flat out unconscious as she happily dresses herself, adjusts her hoodie, and waddles away.Brimming with pride , and feeling much better about herself in the process at having the last laugh, albeit in a raunchy way.